I Heart Bribery
I think bribery is a pretty affective way to deal with many situations. I don’t care who you are, we’ve all bribed someone at some point in our lives.
My little one has been learning how to swim. This week was week 3. Last week didn’t go too well. He cried, screamed and shook his way through as much of the lesson as we could put him through before I scooped him up in a big hug and took him home. I was concerned about how todays lesson would go. I started talking to A early on in the morning, trying to hype him up about the whole thing. He kept responding with “nah, I go to swimming lessons tomorrow” so I wasn’t going to get my hopes up. I did, however, say that if he gave swimming lessons a good go today that I would get him a new toy boat.
Little A is very excited about boats. He’s like a junkie for them. Boats and Hot Wheels cars. Needless to say, the promise of a new boat was all that was needed. He jumped into the water with his teacher and had a blast. He even called out “look mummy, I’m not even crying today”. He was so proud. Every time he learnt a new trick he’d turn around and give me the double thumbs up. I coulda cried.
And that is why I heart bribery.
I Heart Plublic Swimming Pool
Urgh, just thinking about it makes me want to gag.
On the weekend I took my boy (A, who is almost 4) to a public swimming pool. Not the pool we usually go to, which is a bit wizz bang and heated, but the kind of dodge council one, which smells of urine and wet cigarette butts.
We were playing around for a while in the kiddy pool. Just wading around enjoying the cool water under the hot sun. Life was sweet. Until………. I looked at his chest and noticed he had shit on it. Not just in one spot either, but in numerous places all over his torso. Just flecks of crap here or there. It seemed that as soon as I’d wipe one bit off, it would multiply gremlin style. Fucking yuck. I checked him out, and it wasn’t something that he had done, he had just (un)luckily attracted it to his person. Some people are sooooo manky.
I Heart Free Stuff
I had lost my USB cable for my MP3 player. It’s the dodgy kind of MP3 player you buy through ebay that gets sent over from Hong Kong for a ridiculously cheap amount of money. Needless to say, replacing the cable is mighty expensive. If my memory serves me correctly, the generous people at Tandy quoted me almost as much as the MP3 player cost me in the first place.
Being a newly formed tight-arse, there was no way I was going to spend stupid amounts of money on something like that. I was having a whinge about it to a friend over the weekend, and after I completed my diatribe he took me to look in his rather impressive box of cables. After about 4 seconds of searching he came out with the exact cable I needed, and gave it to me for nothing.
I heart free stuff.
I Heart People
Today I was the kind of day where I am really grateful that other people exist. Normally they give me the shits, but not today.
Today I came to terms with the fact that I had lost my Sarah Blasko concert tickets (one for me, one for a friend). I was heart broken. I thought that all was lost coz I didn’t pay by credit card. Instead I went all old school and went in to a Ticketek office and bought them. After much convincing I gave them a call and they told me that they could cancel the tickets I had and reissue them on to me on the night. YAY!
After my win with the ticketing people I took my lad for a drive down the coast near where I work. We were looking for a Pre-School closer to my office, instead of an hour away. Since it was a stinking hot day we stopped at McDonalds around the corner from work to get ourselves a refreshing drink. Only then did I realise that my wallet was sitting on my coffee table back home, a whole hour and a half away. With my tail between my legs I skulked in to work with my tale of woe. My lovely and wonderful colleague ran off to the bank to get some money to not only get us a drink and some lunch, but so I could do the shopping I’d planned to do. Bless her little cotton socks.
I could have kissed just about anyone today.
I Heart Chlorinated Swimming Pools
OK, so I am being sarcastic.
My hair feels stringy, my skin feels tight, and my eyes sting.
And this is all after having a shower.
Back to the world of study
Today marks the beginning of the next phase in my study. I’m a little excited, I must admit. See, the last attempt was a little half-hearted, mostly due to lack of funds (which meant I could not afford to buy the text books I required and was using one that was 20 years old). Luckily I have a job now, which makes it easier to afford to buy the textbooks I need, but only allowing me enough time to study part-time so I reach my goal much later than I had hoped.
I can understand now why so many people put off furthering their education. You either need to have saved for it in preparation, have wealthy parents, or a partner to help foot the bill. Luckily I am a single parent, so the Government bestows extra bucks a fortnight to assist with my financial commitments in regards to study. I feel sorry for those who are young students living away from home. Austudy is a fucking joke. The amount of money wouldn’t even cover most peoples rent. Many employers aren’t flexible, or willing to work around the employees commitments, therefore making it difficult for some students to work. I have no idea how some people can afford the $300 a term it would cost me in textbooks if I studied full-time.
I Heart Fishing (cept for the bit where I catch one)
My mum and her partner have a boat they like to take out fishing. I heart getting out there in the water when there is next to no wind, a good amount of sunshine, and plenty of time to waste. I heart casting out, reeling in, the anticipation, etc. I just hate touching fishy stuff (ie bait), I can’t handle taking the hook out of its mouth, and it breaks my heart when I actually catch one.
On Saturday we ventured out for a bit of fishing. All was going well. I managed to get my mums partner to bait ‘er up for me. I was kicking back, taking it easy and enjoying life until one hit. I hooked a huge mother fucker of a fish (red snapper to be exact). After a fair amount of struggle due to my only having skinny girly wrists, we final got the guy in the boat. I looked down at him entangled in the net, laying on the bottom of the boat. His one-eye was looking directly at me. I could feel him thinking “Why? Why is this happening to me?” It broke my bloody heart, though we didn’t throw him back. I feel so guilty though.
On the upside, we had about 3 dolphins diving in and out of the water so close to out boat that I could have thrown something and hit one in the head. Actually, that isn’t true. I’m a rotten shot.
I Heart Sarah Blasko
Even though I am a hetrosexual female I do have to admit to having a massive girl crush on Sarah Blasko. She’s just totally “Arrrrrgh!” She’s gorgeous, doll-like, sweet, and sometimes awkward. I had the pleasure of seeing Miss B on her regional tour, where she played in small country theatres. It was the most amazing experience of my life (excluding the other most amazing experiences of my life). She’s playing again in October, and I am making the trek to watch her play in Sydney. It’ll be the second time I’ve seen her in 4 months!!!!
For those of you that have no idea who she is (or what she sings) I have decided to copy the lyrics of my favourite song. It’s “The Garden’s End” and it’s from her album “What The Sea Wants The Sea Will Have”.
Oh I can hear you breathing you’re picking up my scent
You’re trying to hunt me down in the hope that I’ll give in
But I know these tracks better than I know you ever could
You’re breathing down my neck but it will only make me win
Nobody wanted this not after all these years
Still the darkness draws us deeper in just like a trap
But now I’ve got you here I’ll never lead you back
For the garden’s end is where wilderness begins
You dug a hole for me that I’ll bury you in
And if you raise the dead now I might lead you back
And if you cut your hair I might leave a map Nobody wanted this not after all these years
Nobody noticed you but now they’re on to you
You say you’ll have the last laugh but the winters coming
And the snow will cover tracks and I’ll be watching
Because I’m hunting you and nobody’s buying it
Not after all these years
But somebody’s noticed you and now I’m on to you
Hello world!
After months of consideration, I have finally decided to write my first blog. Well, it’s not my first blog. I have one on my myspace page, but I haven’t yet decided if I love or hate myspace. A trial separation seems to be in order, that way we can assess our feelings for each other and try again further down the track. Hopefully we can sort something out. At least for the sake of the kids.
What?
