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The Ole Man

My dad did something really really lovely for me today.
Nate and his girlfriend came round to get the rest of his stuff, and while they were here my Mum called. I’d spoken to her last night in tears, because there was nothing in the fridge or pantry for me or the cats to eat, I had no money, I hate transition and was generally just feeling lost and terrible and lonely. The house looked like squatters had lived here for years because it was in such a state after Nate had taken his stuff.
Over the phone this morning, she could tell I was still upset and put out by Nates girlfriend being here. I think she was really only here to make sure Nate took everything he’d ever touched, god forbid he leave even a fibre of DNA in my house. Anyway, I spoke to her, and then to Dad over the phone, but I couldn’t really talk openly, because Nate and Dee were right next to me. I said I’d call them back later.

30 minutes later, my Dad turned up. He’d come to look after me and make sure I wasn’t being bullied into giving anything away that was mine, because with Nates girlfriend here, that’s how I felt.
It was really sweet of him to come down, especially because well…normally he does anything he can to avoid having to come to my house. He stood around and made sure I was okay, and we sat outside and had a coffee and a smoke together. He complained about his broken wrist and his sore tailbone that he injured when he fell off a step ladder at work last week. He makes me laugh, you’d think he was the only person to ever break their wrist. He’s such a typical guy when he’s sick or hurt, and milks any drop of sympathy for all it’s worth. And because he’d been so good to me, I gave him all the sympathy he wanted.

After Nate and Dee left, he asked me if I needed to go shopping for groceries, because he saw the inside of my ‘Old Mother Hubbard’ pantry. I took him up on his offer, and we wandered round Safeway together. Normally if I needed to shop, he’d just drop me off and wait in the car, but he actually came in! He was like my financial conscience as I walked up and down the aisles. “The no name brand is ten cents cheaper….That ten cents will come in handy…It all adds up….Why don’t you buy in bulk?….Do you really need 3 ply toilet paper?…What makes your arse so special?….This has 240 sheets, the other one only has 190…”

Here was the biggest shock of the day. When we were at the checkout, and the girl told me the total ($69.00….hehehe 69….I giggled out loud) my dad handed me 50 bucks to help pay for it. I almost fell over! My dad! Giving me money! I didn’t even ask! As my dad would say “If I was any happier, I’d shit in both hands and clap!”*

I really enjoyed the day with my dad. It’s one of those rare gestures that let’s me know he really does love and care about me, which I sometimes, sadly, doubt. For all the bitching and moaning I do about my old man, I hope he knows I really do think he’s a good egg.

Surly Damien.

*Yes, my dad has some of the wierdest sayings ever. Some other favourites are;
“It sticks like shit to a blanket”
“You wouldn’t know a train was up ya, til it blew it’s whistle”
And the ever reliable, “Get fucked!”
You can tell where I inherit all my classy traits from, can’t you?

Catch O’ The Week

Click for a better view of our bachelor.

How’s about this sexy bastard?

I wish I met more men that were “a lot of emotional”.
Any takers?

Thankgod for Default Saves

It was an interesting night for Couch Potatoes like myself tonight. I cried twice during two different shows. Perhaps I’m becoming overly emotional in my old age, but let me explain;

There was a story on Suspicious Minds tonight, where they were talking to a family who’s son had been hit by a car on the way home from school. He ran out from behind a bus, and was killed instantly. What made me so sad was that they were interviewing his step sister, and she said “I dared him to run across the road…It was my fault”
My heart just broke for this poor girl. Her family, who were sitting by her side, asured her that it wasn’t her fault, but the look in this young girls eyes was just that of such guilt and sadness.
I was overwhelmed with tears when she herself started to cry. Every part of me wanted to reach through the television and hug this young girl. I can’t imagine the kind of pain she lives with every day, re-running the scenario in her head, over and over.

The second was a segment in a BBC show called “Life of Grime: New York”. It’s essentially about the horrors of living in New York, and follows people who are responsible for the maintance of the city.
They introduced an old biddy and her even older biddy of a mother, who had managed to acquire 40 odd cats in their apartment. The cats had become too much work for the woman, and she had organised Animal Control to come and take them away.
While being furious with the woman who let her situation get so bad, I felt so sorry for the guys who had to trap these near ferral cats. You could see they really just wanted to get them out of there, and rehomed.
But ofcourse, where do you take an army of cats that have turned pscyho because their owner has treated them like shit? The Animal Shelters were full, and they ended up euthanaising 47 cats.
I just wanted to slap this woman with all my strength. It’s one thing to neglect yourself, but to neglect her animals like she did made me sick. I was crying so much, I got the sleeve of my windcheater all snotty.

I’m not overly emotional to cry at those 2 things am I? Cats and Kids seem like appropriate things for a woman to get teary over, don’t they?

Anyway, after I finished crying, I sat around with my Kitties, brushing their coats and generally annoying them with over zealous grooming. I watched some more TV, ate a can of Stagg Chilli which claimed to be mild. My tastebuds agreed, yes it was mild. Unfortunately my arse wasn’t quite as inclined to agree. I now have a wierdly upset stomach and farts that smell like I’ve just eaten 4 million Hungry Jacks Onion Rings. You know the smell I mean, yeah? It’s unmistakable.

Nate has started boxing up all his stuff. We came to an agreement that I could keep the Christmas Tree we bought together! YAY! I’m so excited, because it’s absolutely beautiful. Luckily, anything else he’s taking will be replaced by Loz or Teeds when they move in. I’ve given him the coffee table to take with him and a few other bits and pieces which makes me look like a good mate, when really I’m just offloading crap onto him that would otherwise just hang around the house causing clutter.
Tomorrow I’m going to clean out the drawers in the lounge, move the fridge, and empty out the pantry so I can move that too.
I got lucky when I was out today, finding a gorgeous black vase for only $3 bucks. It came from this great shop in Mordialloc that is absolutely huge and they have heaps and heaps of crap, and everything is cheap like the budgie. I needed a vase to put the flowers in that Loz gave me the other night. I forgot to mention them, but they’re gorgeous!

I went and suspended my membership at the Gym for 2 months, til things are back on track and the girls are moved in, and I have a car. Otherwise, I’m paying for something that I can’t really get to to use. I’ve been really slack when it comes to the Gym lately, and haven’t been in about 3 weeks. I think I’m really feeling it too. I feel fat and bloated and less energetic than I had been. Things aren’t fitting as well as they used to. I’m hoping that when the girls move in, I’ll have a walking buddy for strolling on the beach. Bah, Winter sucks the motivation right out of me.

Inspired by the Red Paperclip guy, I’ve decided I want to trade my Nintendo 64 with 4 games for something cool. It doesn’t have to be something expensive, just something that I’ll get more use out of. Maybe something tacky or retro kitsch would be awesome. Any takers?

The Fool on the Hill

It’s late and I’ve had half a glass of wine. If I start crapping on about all the things that are on my mind right now, I’ll wake up and regret it. I’m just feeling so beige at the moment. Have done for the past few weeks.

I’m not feeling my usual self of late. I’ve been a lot more emotional, my moods fluctuate like the Melbourne weather. I’ve felt unorganised and until yesterday didn’t know when Nate was moving out. Now I know it’s on the weekend. I’ll be here by myself for the next 2 weeks until the girls move in. I think I’m gonna be fairly lonely.

I’d ask Greg to come and stay, but to be honest, of late I’ve just felt uncomfortable around him. When it’s just him and I, it seems to be okay, but as soon as he’s around Loz he acts like a completely different person. He makes me the butt of his jokes, he goes out of his way to make me feel like a big fat unnatractive loser who will never be any thing more than a sidekick to the more attractive, more interesting female friend.

Actually, I kinda feel like the sidekick in most situations now. I’m not wanted in my own house when Nates girlfriend is here. Thankgod that will only continue to the end of the week when they move in together, but don’t think for a second I’ll be invited to their place. She hates me. She doesn’t make any secret of it either. She’s been rude to me since day one.
I haven’t said anything about this in the last 3 months worth of entries because I didn’t want to make it awkward in case she read this. I think she googled me, because she found my Livejournal. But right now, I couldn’t give a shit. Plus, I figured if I wrote this, then it would just end up seeming as though I’m the common denominator in these situations where I remain friends with an ex, and the new girlfriend hates me. But seriously, I never even had a chance. The second time she met me she said blatantly that she believed ex’s shouldn’t remain friends, much less live together. So yeah, it was made evident early on where I stood.

I’m looking forward to Teeds and Loz moving in, at least I won’t feel like I’m imposing on them. Although I’m not looking forward to Greg falling all over Loz every time he’s here. It just makes me feel awkward and wierd. I don’t care if they like eachother, but man, he just acts like a perve most of the time and it’s embarressing. I just feel uncomfortable, and want to leave. Then again, I guess when Loz lives here too, I can just get up and leave them to it without worrying that I’m being rude to Loz.
To be honest, there’s a lot more to my current issue with Greg than I’m talking about here, but I just can’t be fucked going into all the details of it. But suffice to say, a few weeks back he made me feel like the scum of the Earth that does nothing but embarress him. We’ve just gone back to being okay, instead of him actually apologising to me. I’m still pissed about it, and it’s probably my own fault for letting him off so lightly, and accepting him back into my life without a decent apology. I seem to do that a lot with people.

I’m going to miss Nate living here. I know once he moves out, things will be really different between us. I’ve been made aware I’m not welcome at their new house unless his girlfriend is out. That really just feels like a kick in the guts, especially after I posed as his employer for several of the rental applications they put in. I don’t know, I guess I thought we were better mates. I just feel like well, fuck, this has been my house and I’ve had to put up with her being here 3 or 4 nights a week since they started going out, even though sometimes even just thinking about her made me feel annoyed. And still, I welcomed her in the house, and played nicely and was even friendly. She can’t extend the same courtesy? Fuck that. I suspect if we’re to see eachother, it’ll be him visiting me.

I’m pissed at my old man. While I love him, I get tired of him always doing stuff for other people, but never ever giving a flying fuck about those people closest to him, mum and I. I love the fact that he helps out people. The people across the road, his mates, guys from work, my friends, mums friends… but sometimes I wish he would show just the slightest bit of interest in our family.
Tonight, Loz and I went round to see my family. Only dad was home because Mum was at Tafe. Loz and dad got talking about cars. When it’s Loz, he can totally see the logic in saying “I need a car to get to work, otherwise I’m incredibly limited in what I can do, and where I can do it.”
He couldn’t agree more. But any time I’ve ever said that, he’s dismissed it as absolute shit.
Loz then asked him whether he knew of anyone who might have a car for sale. Now, Dad has been telling me he’d get me a car for ages, but fuck knows any time I bring it up, he gives me the brush off…”No, I don’t know anyone with a cheap car” etc.. But tonight, whaddya know… He’s got someone with a car for Loz, that’s a thousand bucks.
Fuck it just really annoyed me. Mum has told me I can start looking for a car in 3 or 4 weeks, and ofcourse he never bothered to mention the car he was talking about to Mum.
I just get so pissed off with his attitude. It’s like he goes out of his way to make me feel on the outer.

Man, this post sounds like I think the world owes me a favour. I don’t. I’m just feeling so many different emotions about so many different situations. Not to mention the whole deal with MulletAdam, who has successfully managed to bring me to tears for the umpteenth time. I just can’t be fucked bothering any more. I think all this time, I haven’t been anything more than the occasional boost to his wavering ego. I’m tired of always being that girl. The one who makes you feel wanted, and sexy and like the King of the World, and when you’re done sucking all the life out of me, you don’t even have the decency to tell me the truth. God, that’s all I ever fucking wanted.

About the Parentals

You know, I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have the parents I have. I’m talking to someone online, who like me is bisexual. We were talking about friends and family and their reaction to our sexualities.
I was telling him how lucky I was with my parents reaction. My mum looked at me and just said “Prue, tell me something I DON’T know!” and laughed. My dad just said something about me being a dyke and that was that. It was wierd. I guess I had anticipated some huge deal and all I got was a laugh. My mum said she had always known. I think it’s sweet that she’d always known. I had never realised she was so in tune with me.

There are plenty of other reasons why I’m lucky to have them, but the conversation I was having with this mate of mine online just made me think of that little memory.

Speaking of the folks, my old man fell off a step ladder during the week and broke his wrist. He’s stuck in a fibreglass cast up to his elbow. I asked him if I could sign it. When he said yes, I told him that I’d write the same thing I always write on Greg and Nate. “I LOVE THE COCK”
He then renegged on his deal to let me sign it. I’ll just wait til he’s sleeping and then I’ll sneak up and write it.
There’s something so ridiculously amusing about a big burly guy like my dad, with all his rough exterior sporting a cast that proclaims he loves the cock. He’d make a great Bear.

And yes, I should post more often, but this week I’ve just lacked things to write about. Although I do have some stuff I want to get off my chest, that I’ll do some time tomorrow.

Post=Secret Inspired

I made this earlier.
Take a guess which mullet wearing cowboy it’s referring to?

My Cats Heart Box

These are a few of my favourite things

In the past few weeks, I’ve recieved the most fabulous gifts from people and they’ve all been incredibly unexpected… Let me share them with you.

These are from Lauren. How sweet is it that she would think of me while she was in Tassie over the weekend? She got these at the Markets with an incling I’d like them. What she didn’t know is that I fucking love them! 4 Elvis 45rpms! They’re in beautiful condition, and I’m thinking about framing the album art and putting it up in my bedroom. I couldn’t believe she’d be so fantastic as to think of me while she was away! I think I hurt my face from smiling so much!

What you’re looking at here is that big arse piece of wood that is sitting on my dining room table. There’s a strange little story behind this.
Friday night, Nate and I were using the Dryers at the Laundromat. From out the back of the shopfront appeared some dude who was obviously enebriated, who introduced himself and told us he lived behind the shop. He invited us inside while we waited for our clothes to dry, and took us on a tour of his house. Turns out he’s a wood worker and had some absolutely beautiful pieces to show us.
While Nate went up on the roof of his house to check out the view, as he’d encouraged us to do, I’m SO not a ladder person so he stayed downstairs with me. He tried to pash me while I was standing there with him, and when I kindly turned him down, he kissed me on the cheek and continued with the rest of the tour. It was piss funny coz he was absolutely plastered, and by the time we left I don’t think he even remembered I’d turned him down, because he came out with this massive chunk of Cedar as a gift for me. It was really very sweet, and the wood is beautiful. I have no idea what I’m going to do with it, but hey… I got wood!

This is my fabulous “TOOLBOX IN A DRAWER”, a gift to me from my Dad. Admittedly, I almost fell off my chair when he told me he had a gift for me, as this is the first thing he’s ever bought me without prompting or occasion since I was 13, and he brought me home an ELVIS numberplate.
I absolutely love it, and now I have 2 hammers and a whole bunch of screwdrivers and ALAN KEYS! It even comes with a box cutter (hehe Box!) and a little torch!
My dad was so excited to hear how much I liked it! Although I’ve been told it will be a cold day in Hell before I get my hands on the keys to his garage!