16 posts tagged “girls”
Ah dear. Things you do.
The other day, when I was still painting, I suddenly thought to myself, I can't wait to just sit down at my computer and mess around with some photos.
And today I finally had time. So here I am. lol, ain't I the pretty one. Thats what too many paint fumes does to you. Good lord, must get those grey roots touched up.
Well, even though I look..... interesting, I was pretty pleased with this. Going to do Lizzie next. She can't wait.
In fact looking at that, it's hard to believe I hatched these gorgeous creatures.
Lizzie wears blue shirts to school.
Next year she wears white ones.
So although she's been wearing the blue ones for four years and they're all faded and worn and the collars are coming off I refuse to buy new ones for two months of wear.
So we've had to start taking buttons off ripped ones and putting them on the better ones. So this morning I yelled out to her.
Get me the shirt - she brings me the shirt
And get me the button - she brings me the button
And get me the scissors - she doesn't bring me the scissors.
She yells back
Why do I have to get everything
Because you're the one who needs the shirt
Well you're the one with the sewing kit, there must be scissors in that.
Well lets take a look at the sewing kit
Here I'll tip it out - nope, no scissors
As you can see I can only sew you something in white, orange or brown. I can measure you, I can glitter you and I can keep you safe from mosquitos. And I'm sure that bit of blue wool will come in handy for something.
I'm going to Sydney for a few days tomorrow. One of the main reasons is to buy Lizzie's school formal dress.
If you've never been shopping with a sixteen year old girl, just believe me when I say if there is a hell on earth, that would be it.
If it wasn't so cold here today I'd be breaking out in a sweat just thinking about it. When I told Kimba we were going she laughed and said - you do know that is going to be the worst day of your life don't you?
Yes, I know. Of course I bloody know, I've been shopping with her before. I can already see dress after dress being passed over because they expose either her fat thighs, her pudgy arms, her humungous hips or her cellulite riddled knees. Of course all these things exist only in her imagination.
I think the most important thing to remember is that when she asks for my opinion, that doesn't actually mean she wants my opinion. Because I've fallen into that trap before, only to be cut down with a withering glare, an eye roll and a hair flick.
So if you haven't heard from me by Saturday, someone better send in the dog squad. They'll find me huddled and rocking in the corner of a small change room somewhere in the city, drooling.
I think I just felt the beginning of a panic attack.
I went down the street yesterday to pick up Lizzies birthday cake. An icecream cake. When I said I was there to pick up the cake the woman said to me - I'll just get you to mind the shop while I go and get it.
Umm, ok, sure.
Well it was 9am so I wasn't expecting to be rushed off my feet.
So she brings back the cake, looks good, I take it home then go about my day. I pick Lizzie up from school at 3.30 and when we get home she says can I look at the cake. I say, sure, and get it for her to have a look. And she says
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?????
And I say - what?
And she says - WHAT IS IT DOING IN THE FRIDGE???
Oops. So thats six and a half hours in the fridge. I was hardly game to open the box, but it wasn't running out the sides so that was good. We opened it and I said - DON'T TOUCH IT! Just in case it was barely holding together and one finger poke sent it into a slow collapse. So I put it in the freezer for four hours and it was fine. Anyway the one I had last year was so bloody frozen I just about needed a chainsaw to cut it. Now I'm not a huge ice cream fan but it wasn't bad.
And Kimba made a suprise visit which was good of her, seeing as how it meant being on a 6.40am train this morning to get back home in time for work. And she also arranged for flowers to be delivered to Lizzie yesterday.
My daughter lives 100 kilometres away, yet I was woken by her at 3am this morning creeping into my bed to tell me about her night. It seemed to involve a new hot crush, an old hot crush. who is apparently so hot he's making it hard for her to get over him, a popcorn party and a gang fight that involved knives.
She's gone home again now. Thats after laying around all morning on various beds and lounges (and I believe the toilet floor for a while), saying that it must be a stomach bug not a hangover. Althoug I did hear her mumble - I'm never drinking again. I wonder how many times that sentence has been said since the dawn of alcohol.
These photos came via email this morning. I'm wondering if it might be Flamingo at western plains zoo.
Who's going to change the tyre?
In the american based novel I'm reading, the young girl has just gone into a 99 cent store and bought a can of mace spray.
I'm very happy for her. Although its a novel, I'm presuming a young girl in the US could do this.
You can't do it here in Australia. It's illegal for anyone other than the police to carry mace spray.
I have two young gorgeous daughters and I thought I'd get them some. I'd seen little cans of it in a US magazine and they looked like little funky lipstick tubes. But the best you can do here is a small alarm that you can put on your keyring and I guess it makes such a big scary noise it scares the rapist away.
Kimba works in quite an isolated area. Recently she had to stay late on her own as the computer system was down so she couldn't reconcile the day and leave until she'd fixed it. All the other shops in the area had closed. While she was there a man came and started bashing on the door. He was crying and yelling at her that he knew she had stolen his dog. So she went over to the door and said she didn't have his dog but that she had seen the security guards take it with them when they left (because he had left it tied up somewhere). Well, she said he went off then. He was crying and walking around screaming out - security guards, where are you? for a while, then it was quiet.
So she then has to go out and lock up the shop in the dark and walk through an empty mall to the bus stop. Of course she's worried that he may still be out there. And who's to say he's not. He's obviously a little unbalanced and he thinks she's stolen his dog. If she could have had a tube of mace in her hand, she might have felt a little easier.
Then one night she was out and walking between pubs with a guy she'd met and six young idiots ran out of a car park and yelled - give us your money and threw the guy she was with on the ground. She said she just bolted. She said she ran about four blocks until she came to a 24 hour reception motel and she went in there and told the woman but she said it wasn't any point ringing the police because they don't do anything anyway. I was scouring the paper the next day to make sure there was no mention of a body found in the area!
Mace may not have been any good in that situation if they had decided to go after her but it's still better than nothing. I really feel young women should be able to have something like that. I'd like some myself. I'm sure we're not all going to go mace mad and spray every man in sight. I guess self defence classes are the best we can do.
Anyway here's a nice photo of Kimba that Lizzie took for school photography. I was trying for a cross processed kind of effect. My money mind you - she never has any.
I don't look anything like my children. They all look like Daz. They're all kind of dark and tall. I've always know this of course, but Lizzie summed it up nicely tonight when she said I was -
just like some skinny blonde chick who hangs around
Isn't that nice. I give them the best years of my life and thats what it comes down to.
lol
I'd just like to add that when I was born, I wish my parents had thought to call me Miao Miao. Because ever since I heard it, I thought it was just about the coolest name I'd ever heard. Australian of course, well maybe via china. Table tennis player, she's at the olympics again. Go miao miao.
Today Lizzies school photo came home. It's not really until you get older, that you can appreciate that the only purpose of the school photo is to give you a good laugh about 20 years down the track after a few drinks with friends.
So every year the school class photo comes home and I have to pick out the best looking boy and the prettiest girl. Always quite stressful and this year I must say, quite hard. Honestly they're about the ugliest bunch of kids you could find. They really need a hairdresser to go through there for a good clean up for the boys and a lesson in bleach for the girls.
So we have a big year 10. Over 200 kids. I say
she's pretty
No she's not, she's the one who punched brooke in the face.
Ok - well, she's pretty
She's a bitch, I can't believe you think she's pretty.
Sigh, well he looks nice
OMG - he's the one who said I had a fat arse
Hmm, what about him
he's, like a psycopath
Anyway, they were a funny looking mob. All these funny looking boy/men. Sort of boxy and gawky with big hair. And all the girls have the same hairstyle. Thinned out to a sort of skull cap, with long ratty ends and a long side fringe that hangs in your eye. I call it a crossover flap. I hope they all get a good laugh out of it one day because they're probably all home in tears tonight after seeing it.
Anyway, here's me. Told you I was a mad cow. I was probably checking for a throat infection or something.
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Teenage girls. Aren't they sweet. I mean just look at those sweet little faces.
I just don't think we're taking full advantage of the natural resources teenage girls have to offer us. If we did, we'd never have to dig for coal again. If we could just find a way to harness all that attitude teenage girls produce, we could use it to produce enough energy to light the world. And there'd be a never ending supply of it.
Actually something funny - My eldest daughter - Kimba - has been so disgusting and bitchy lately that I wrote her this long email detailing exactly what I thought of her. Then I get up this morning and thought to myself she wasn't too pissed off about it and then I check my emails and there the bloody thing is - come back to me, unable to be sent it tells me for some bloody reason. Typical.
Little girls - I'm telling you, they're over rated.
It was a year ago that the Pasha Bulker came to town. An amazing sight. Quite a weekend. Washed right up on the beach. You can't imagine the amount of rain that came down in a 24 hour period. It was about this time I looked outside and decided it was time to get Lizzie out of school. Time to start gathering everyone. This photo is from The Newcastle Herald
We live in a flood zone so we spent Saturday night sitting up listening to the radio waiting to hear that the river had broken the bank. They said the SES would come door knocking if we had to evacuate. By midnight I'd had enough and went to bed. Kimba stormed in demanding to know - How could you sleep at such a time. But I was tired. And anyway I'd already packed my bag of important things like they suggested. I had in it Pink Teddy, Lulu and my book Teddy Edward Goes to The Seaside. Lizzie was fully dressed nicely with makeup on and hair done because she didn't want to turn up at the evacuation centre looking ordinary in her pyjamas.
I woke up every hour or so and put my foot out of bed and tapped it on the floor just to make sure there wasn't water there. But the banks held for us. Other areas were not so lucky. The area we live in was totally surrounded by water and we were isolated the next day. No getting in or out. The bread shop did mad business that day. All I could think was that it was like a Stephen King book and any moment now some evil army dudes were going to turn up and release a virus or something. But that didn't happen either.
These are the netball courts down the end of the road. So it was pretty deep.
When they said over the radio to pack a plastic bag with our important things in it I didn't even think of insurance papers and stuff like that. I did go around and take photos of all the tv's, cd's, computers and stuff. This is what I packed.
This is what Lizzie packed. The others didn't pack anything. Which just shows you how important 'stuff' is to people. They did put the playstation and the Xbox and games on top of the wardrobe though. Last time it flooded here in the 1950's the water only came halfway up the wall so they figured that'd be high enough.
Strange that we are having rain and wind again this week. People are a little nervous. But its only rain. Apparently the next flood will be between the 15th and 22 December. There's a guy in New Zealand who predicts these things very accurately. He said then the banks will break. So thats going to put a damper on christmas. Oh, lol excuse the pun.
