Monday, January 29, 2007
My craft room is fantastic, my place away from it all. I have had a good tidy up and tried to do some sewing. I have started a quilt for my MUM. Very chabby and chic in the greens and pinks. I hope she likes it.
I spent yesterday making curtains for my son's caravan, out of some lovely heavy brown velvet. He is very happy with them. And so is Chantelle. Their room is coming along well. they put the insulation and the plaster on the roof yesterday. So it is more like a house than a shed now. The water is going on next week. the telephone was put on today the man mucked around for ages only to find the connection line was damaged. I hope we don't get a huge bill????
The kids drove me mad today, Gareth playing his loud music and Brock on the Xbox. Far too loud for me to cope with I am afraid. But they are kids and need to make a hell of a lot of noise sometimes.
All is quietening down now Paul is gone to bed. He gets up at 4.30 to go to work. I sleep til about 7 or 8. But will have to start getting out of bed instead of going back to sleep, to make sure Brock goes to school. Although he is pretty excited about going to high school. So I am sure he won't be missing the bus as much this year. He hated the last term of last year. A few of the kids left the school, during that time.
Nothing on TV to watch tonight. Not even on pay TV. I can't wait for real TV to start again.
That's my lot for tonight. Bye for now.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
I love purple.
I love cats. I had 24 once?
I love horses.
I love Pasta.
I love Mexican food. Yummy.
I love Robbie Williams and REM. And Madonna.
I love my husband and my kids, and extended kids.
I love to play pool.
I love beer and bourbon.
I love Christmas.
I love my bed. I could sleep all day.
I love to shop.
I love a good cleanout and throwing things away.
I believe in the supernatural.
I believe in ghosts, have seen a few.
I believe in power of the mind.
I read tarot cards.
I love to read a good book.
My favorite TV show is LOST.
My favorite food is toasted cheese sandwiches in the press.
I love plenty of salt.
I love the internet.
I love to sew.
I love to quilt.
I love to scrap.
I would love to ride horses again.
I wish I was still 20, I would have changed heaps of things.
I am scared of dying
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Black Eyed Peas - My humps what a great song or rythum, is what i call it with words, but great.what you gunna do with all that ass in those jeans???????? it's called spendin' all my money honey.................
Back again, well today what did I do???? someone (noboby) left the gate open from the house yard again, so Rosemary was gone - our pet sheep or lamb was nowhere to be found again. So I did my lookout for her, and yes for the 2nd time I found her out the paddock mauled again. Why do the kids not listen to me and shut the $#@*&% gate. So this time she was even closer to death than the first time it happened only a few days ago. Anyway I carried her home , and plastered the rawlieghs on and now she is up again and very sore. I have rules that nobody or the chinaman follows (sumc**t) other than me id it.
Then after that was done, feed puppies and they all fell down the step and screamed their little hearts out for me to come save them, then i blogged and started this blogger., did the washing, hung them out, washed the dishes, picked up after boys etc.....
now I have Michael Hutchins singing to me, Never tear us apart. Pity he had to do himself away????????? I Iove music, If I have anything it is music. I t keeps me together.
When I get depressed, I play it loud, to get me out of it. the depression I mean.. It mite take me a few days to wake up to what is happening to me, but in the end it works for me.
so what else do you want me to talk about, about puttin another brick in the wall. or///////
anyway Paul come home with the rest of the timber and after much talk about doing it he got to it nd the shadecloth cover is over the back, i will post a pic when the sun gives light tumorru.
and then we had snags for tea or as he calls them mystery bags. and then i am here stuck to the computer talking to you, and that is what i love to do. now goo goo dolls are on with iris, p,ease listen to this song it means so much to me and should mean something to you too. Everything is made to be broken_________ and you can't fight the tears that are coming.. I just want you to know ho I am. this is my death song.
"And I'd give up forever to touch you
"cause I know that you feel me somehow
you're the closet to heaven that i'll ever be
and i don't want to go home right now
and all i can taste is this moment
and all i can breathe is your life
cause sooner or later it's over
i just don't wanna miss you tonight
and i don't want the world to see me
cause i don't think that they would understand
when everything's made to be broken
i just want you to know who i am.
and you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
or the moment of truth in your lies
when everything feels like the movies
and you bleed just to know you are alive"
So this is me, and my day, now i have red hot chillies peppers on, wow what a band, and a spunk too,
bye now happy blogging to all, hope you liked my ramble, something might happen a bit more exciting tomorrow.
I will do a profile of my life on this site, you never know wht might come up. I have been agood girl and a BAD girl.
all my love JULIE
I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.
Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them.
I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.
You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me
I'm not a complete idiot -- Some parts are missing.
Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?
They call it PMS because MadCow Disease was already taken.
The trouble with life is there's no background music.
I smile because I don't know what the hell is going on???????????????????????
Thank you Merle for sending me these, you know me well.
above is a picture of Brock's feet, with pins stuck thru his toenails, what a sick kid. That's the type of thing he does when he gets bored.
"Lemme think about it," said Bubba.
WHICH PART OF YOUR BODY GOES TO HEAVEN FIRST?
"When you die and go to Heaven...which part of your body goes first?"
Why do you think it's your hands, Suzy?"
Suzy replied, "Because when you pray, you hold your hands together in front of you and God just takes your hands first."
Wow, what a wonderful answer!" the nun said.
The nun looked at him with the strangest look on her face.
"Now Johnny, why do you think it would be your legs?"
Little Johnny said, "Well, I walked into Mommy and Daddy's bedroom the other night.
Mommy had her legs straight up in the air and she was saying,
"If Dad hadn't pinned her down, we'd have lost her."
The Nun fainted
Well I have done it this is blog no. 2. I have another 1 you know.
I am going to try to have a real go at blogging, in here, I know and others do too that I can ramble on, so here goes. For my first post I will say I have enjoyed reading other peoples blogs for about 2 years or so now, and never really had a go at my own. I have come across some funny, some sad, some totally enthrawling and some downright boring. So lets hope I can get somewhere in the middle.
This is what my 18 year old son did to his 2002 Ford Courier Diesel ute on the 20th November 2006. He had driven the long drive from where we live 3 hours from Melbourne to take me to hospital to have my finger removed. On the way home he was going along the road changing speed limits as you do from the 60km to the 80km to the hundred km coming out of a country town. The car in front with 6 people in it slowed down to a near stop with no tail lights and Dylan had no where to go but slam on the breaks and go off the road into a light pole and through a fence and end up upside down. He was not injured, only bruising from the seat belt. he spent the night in the Geelong Hospital. That was the Monday, he came to visit me in the Melbourne hospital first thing Wednesday morning, and showed me this picture below, or above wherever it ended up/ and said mum this is my car????????? well I never believed him at first. And yes it was. He did not want anyone to tell me he wanted to tell me himself. I had spoken to many people that knew in the previous days and no-one said a thing. What a good boy he was to do that. He knew I would have discharged myself and gone to him.
So that is story no. 1 for now. I will be back again soon. Thanks for looking. Julie