Bills, bills, bills

I just received an invoice from one of our suppliers for 29 cents which seems kind of petty.

Considering they had to pay 70 cents for a stamp to post it you have to wonder what the point was.

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Winter is coming

winter-is-coming

Not. It was about 100 degrees yesterday, she’s just being a drama queen. She’s one of those people who look out the window and see rain and clouds and assume they need stockings and a jacket to leave the house.

Not that I’ve ever tried putting stockings on Chicken Little.

Crossed wires

I’ve just finished watching the final season of The Wire and it’s left me feeling very frustrated. I feel as if I need another season to come along and make me feel better but of course the characters are all either dead now or out of a job so that’s not happening. Except Marlo of course, he survived and he’s one of the things frustrating me the most as he just had no character or personality (until the last five minutes). It was a hard act to follow the Barksdale crew because they all had so much character and we saw more of their personal and family lives whereas the Stanfield mob just went about mumbling and shooting people. At least Slim Charles survived, maybe he can go and kill Marlo for me and also, making Dukie use heroin was very uncool writers.

I don’t know if it ever aired here and if it did I never saw, read or heard anything about it. The only reason I became aware of it now was because I watch The Walking Dead and when I read that three actors from The Wire were in it I went to the local library to see if they had it on dvd.

I liked the first four seasons (some more than others) and I was just wondering, was it popular in the USA when it aired there? Since I started watching it I’ve read two novels that referenced it so I’m guessing it had some kind of following so why only five seasons? Besides the fact everyone was dead or crooked.

So I need something else to watch now – what’s good? I like police dramas but I don’t like to spend too much time lurking about the lab or the courtroom. I liked Cold Case a lot when it was around and I watched a lot of years of the original CSI and Dexter was mostly good and I’m not into comedy or doctor drama. And I don’t want anything that went for so many seasons it died a painful death.

Going troppo

I’m thinking of heading up to The Whitsundays for a week next month. It seems a strange decision even to myself as I’ve spent all summer complaining about the heat and humidity but now seem to have the urge to head to a very hot and humid place. The worst of it should be over by then and if not it can’t be much worse than the humidity we’ve had here this summer.

We went up to Daydream Island years ago when the kids were small and when I told my husband yesterday that I thought we should head back that way he said – didn’t someone try and steal something from us last time – like a bag? and I said – actually it was our children, I think they’re one rung up the ladder from the bag.

The airline did lose our bag though which led to the alleged stealing of the kids. I only ever took one bag when we travelled that the five of us shared. It was big and blue and so I appropriately called him Big Bluey and I painted a big smiley face on him so he was easy to pick out in the crowd.

We were waiting at Brisbane airport for our flight back to Sydney and I was gazing out the window when I saw a tractor pulling a trailer full of suitcases drive by and there was Big Bluey sitting on top. I wonder where Bluey is going I wondered.

Melbourne it turned out. We discovered this when we got back to Sydney and they said if we could wait an hour or so he’d be back on the next flight or we could come back the next day but as we still had a three-hour drive ahead of us to get home we decided to wait.

My husband set of to get the car which we’d left in a parking station about a bazillion miles away so I was waiting with three bored kids all under the age of eight. They asked me if they could go play on a luggage carousel and I said it was ok as they were well in sight but when I looked over they were all there talking to a man. I got up and started running over there and he saw me and took off out the door. I asked them what they were talking about and they said he wanted to know if they were alone and where their Mummy was. Creepy. Now I would be willing to consider that he was just concerned about their welfare if he hadn’t of run out the door when he saw me on my way.

These days I travel without children or checked baggage so there shouldn’t be any dramas although it’s still a bit of a hike that involves a car, two planes a boat then a short bus ride. Australia – it’s just so damn big but what the hell, we didn’t get away last year so it’ll be nice to just lay around a pool sipping cocktails and maybe head out to the reef; see it before it disappears.

Happy birthday to me

Remember when I turned 50? Well today I turned 51, so I guess that was a year ago which seems impossible to believe. 2014 flew by but I think 2015 is going to be supercharged and disappear before we know it.

I don’t get too excited about birthdays any more but I’m feeling grateful today for having another one. We have a funeral on Tuesday for someone we knew who died very suddenly and unexpectedly. She was only 53 and it really was the case of her being there one second and gone the next so today I’m just trying to be grateful for being here and being able to spend time with family and friends.

Here I am fresh home from the hospital and about to be dropped by my sister Min. That’s what happens when you’re the fourth child; your parents become very reckless with you.

Jane-and-Min

The eighties

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Dig through your couch cushions, your purse, or the floor of your car and look at the year printed on the first coin you find. What were you doing that year?

A lucky dip into the coin pocket of my handbag handed me a 1981 ten-cent coin. They’re a fairly annoying and useless little silver coin and for some reason you seem to accumulate a lot of them but never seem to be able to get rid of them.

Anyway in 1981 I was 17 and I was attending school doing my final year. I had no interest in school and couldn’t wait to be out of there so I could get a job, go to the beach and spend the weekends partying with my friends. Back then there was no mention of checking anyone’s age at the local Pub so I’d already been going there on weekends since I was 15 so most of my friends were older and already working so I was keen to earn some money as well.

As soon as I left school that year I went to the beach for two weeks and when I arrived home I applied for a job at one of the local accountants offices. I got the job and started straight away so then I rented a flat with a friend and moved out of home.

So I guess 1981 was the beginning of dealing with the grown up world for me.

This was taken in 1982 but I don’t think I aged much in that one year although I certainly look as if I’d packed on a few pounds, must have been all the alcohol and takeaway I was living on

1981

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Buffalo Nickel.”

Attention seekers

Chicken Little doesn’t like it when I read, she thinks the attention should all be on her. She doesn’t like it when we use laptops either. She tries to squeeze in between you and the laptop then sits there tapping at it or your arm until you giver her a pat or a tummy rub.

Chicken-February

My daughters cat Bubba was helping her with homework yesterday. She’s not quite as in your face as Chicken.

Bubba-February

Kiss kiss

I don’t like shaking hands with people – I don’t know where their hands have been.

And I definitely don’t like being kissed by people when I greet them – it’s totally unnecessary. There’s nothing wrong with saying hi, how are you and smiling nicely. Unless it’s family because that’d be a bit formal.

But the people who really annoy me are the ones who come in as if they want to kiss but then turn their heads at the last second so it’s like you have to kiss them on their cheek when they were the ones who wanted the damn kiss to begin with. Then you just have this awkward brushing of cheeks moment because I’m not kissing them.