How much is that doggie in the window??????

Well here they are; the ones with the waggly tails.......

Peppi and Gidget; the dynamic duo. They are supposed to be pure-bred chihuahuas...

We've had quite a few chihuahuas over the years.... and these just aren't like the others. They're lovely little dogs, though. They just love a cuddle....... and have very busily just cuddled up together on my jumper on the lounge. Cute. Too cute.

Sorry the photos are blurry.

Have you ever tried to get two energetic and busy pups to sit still for a photo??????
And I had to used GG's camera-phone, as well. You would think that I didn't own a camera. There is only a camera sitting on GG's table that can't be used as she's lost the charging cable (she received the camera as a Christmas gift...) And there's a still camera as well as a dvd/still camera at home.....

Peppi is the rather handsome black-coated boy on the right. He's about the size of a fox terrier. And Gidget is the rather blurry smaller wee-beastie on the left. She's a little bigger than an average chihuahua, but smaller than a smallish jack russell or foxy, with a roughish coat, with black and tan patches.

They are, in theory, siblings, from the same litter.
I think that mum was a bit of a girl around town, if you know what I mean..... There was another girl like Gidget in the litter that hadn't been sold when we bought these two. But she found her new home within minutes of us buying the other two anyway.

Here's Gidget finally sitting still for a millisecond.

If anyone knows someone who could give these guys a nice home, please let me know. They can be separated, but Peppi would find the separation a bit stressful in the beginning. It's nothing that some intense loving wouldn't fix. They've both been de-sexed, vaccinated, wormed and microchipped. Dad loves this pair, but he's beginning to become concerned (me too) as to how he will manage them when I'm not around in a few weeks.

2 weeks, to be precise. There are only 7 more face-to-face days of TAFE left......

2 more exams to go.......

Getting there, folks, getting there.

Last weeks exam went incredibly well. I guessed myself to a very hale and hearty 90% folks!!!! I was gobsmacked! The look on my face must have been priceless, as one of the girls was looking very concerned and asked if I was all right, or was something wrong.........

Let's hope that today's final anat & phys exam went along the same way.......

I had a very enjoyable day working at Singleton Hospital yesterday, and have 2 more clinical days on the next 2 Wednesdays. I'm looking forward to getting stuck in and having 2 really good days. I am so lucky; my 2 TAFE-mates and I have been allocated the medical and maternity wards. They're not all that big, and the babies (of which there were 2 yesterday, a boy and a girl) are divine. There is NOTHING on this earth quite as miraculous to me as a baby. I never cease to be amazed/delighted/humbled and rivetted by the whole process......

Mother Nature at her absolute best.

And now, I've got to wash up. Tomorrow is footie at East Maitland, home to Wattle Grove, then Sydney for Scorpaboy to ride on Sunday. And a trip to IKEA for Beloved and I to pick up the lights for the bathroom. Hopefully, they'll be in stock this time. And this will be Beloved's 1st time for the Swedish experience....... probably his last, if I know him as well as I think I do.......

So have a safe and happy weekend all!!!!

Byeeee ;0)

xoxoxoxoxoxo

Oh Crystal ball... please help

HELP PLEASE PEOPLE!!!!!!!

Yesterday, One of the girls at TAFE was trying to describe "these blue stones that come from Mexico" to one of the other girls, and I just happened to have some turquoises in my bag. Or so I thought.

When I went to the zippered pocket of my bag, in the little pouch, in the little purse (both of which were open), instead of finding my 3 lovely blue stones, there was nothing! They were of little value in a monetary sense, but they were a gift from my departed and much-beloved Aunt for my 21st birthday. I had found the pouch and put it in my bag a few weeks ago to show GG, and just hadn't taken it out. There was $1400 in another purse in the same pocket, and it's still there... well it was until I banked it shortly afterwards.

Any ideas? I've been in too many cars and too many places to be sure of where I've lost them....

Any help would be appreciated.

Thanks.

:0(

PS.... sorry about the title xoxoxo

Lions and tigers and bears.. and not seeing the forest for the trees...

Hrumph!

Hormones are raging.

Home from TAFE to snarling exchange with GG (who most likely has her own hormonal issues). Decided she doesn't want to "Do" anything anymore at TAFE. Last week we decided that this was ok. She just wants to move out, work, and live her life.

Pah.

Wouldn't we all????????

She's had a wonderful weekend tripping around the countryside with her friends.
I guess that's 1 out of 3. A request in regard to a job application that SHE was keen on pursuing, and hasn't bothered about, sparked the exchange. Lots of time to spend with friends in the last week, and recovering from said fun. Too busy to due anything of any real importance, it would seem.

She does nothing around the house, including washing up (once or twice a fortnight at most) unless it is nagged out of her. Won't help out by cooking, but will happily cook her self cheesy 2min noodles courtesy of her Pop's fridge and cupboard, an hour before tea time. Doesn't wash up her mess, either. She never puts anything away; you can always see where she's been. Tonight, when I arrived home and commenced cooking tea, I noticed the residual mess from her meal preparation. When challenged (too strong a term, really), about her lack of consideration of other housemates, (ie, me asking why she didn't start some veges for tea since she'd been home for quite a while, rather than just look after herself, she said "fine, I won't eat then". Me, I say, "Well, if you won't contribute to the household, then maybe you shouldn't".. She has lived here with Nanandpop for over a year, rent-free, and has never even lifted a duster or even dreamed about cleaning the bathroom, despite repeated requests on my part. Her bedroom: most likely quarantined by council. She washes her clothes occasionally, and puts them straight into the drier... Hang them on the line? What? That would take effort... She has been continually asked not to smoke in her room, but this has been disregarded as well. A real risk of fire....She always owes Pop money for the utilities. Tonight, I told that she is just a sponge, sucking whatever she can get. I'm over it.
I don't have a problem with her wanting to live "her own life", but with that choice comes responsibility. Such as actually having to pay one's own way, and consider others around you and contributing to the household. She is working 1 or 2 days each week, but is not eligible for benefits as she is a "Full-time"student (that's a joke); I mentioned to her that now that she's not going to TAFE anymore then she can probably register for unemployment benefits but since that entails actually going to Centrelink, which she detests, it's doubtful. And she'll actually have to apply for jobs and attend interviews. And report to Centrelink again.

She just can't wait to "Move out and Be her own person".......... Neither can I. Actually, I thought she did that last year. Except that it's not really all that much fun. Especially when your lifestyle keeps you broke. And you can't get out of your own way to change it.

Growing up sucks. It only gets harder, especially if you do it the hard way.

Anyway, she stomped off to burlesque dancing (in the car that I pay for); she might as well enjoy it while she can "afford" it..........

I hate the way our communication sucks like this, more often than not these days. But I'm tired of repeating myself. And making excuses.

But I know that I'm not alone. And as she says, "at least I'm not doing ice , Mum.....".

And she'd better not either.

Every time I've wanted to publish a post like this one, I've stopped myself out of respect for the feelings of all involved. Tonight, I just decided to..... Actions and consequences.

I'm ready.

And dinner's cooked, so Pop and I will pass a quiet meal together. There's never much to say.

Nite all.

xoxoxoxo

Blinded by the light........

Does anyone realise how AMAZING it is to be able to walk into a room and switch on a light?????

Finally, we can do just that.

It's only been 3 years since we bought this house.... we've had very moody, ambient lighting provided by bedside lamps........

Yessirree.... electricity is GOOD!!!

Thank you Mr Edison, for your electric light bulb.

And Alexander Graham Bell.
And Gugliemo Marconi
And John Logie Baird.

Luv 'em all.

See you all. I'm off to bed. Unfortunately, Beloved is already in residence, so I can't experience the joy of the flick of the switch.......

Oh well. At least he's warmed the bed.

He's good at that.

Goodnight! xoxo

PS; Here's the rest of the song, minus a few repetetive bits; What on earth is it about?????

Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Madman drummers bummers,
Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older,
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground
The calliope crashed to the ground
But she was...
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,

Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes
She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong,
play the song with the funky break"
And go-cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in his curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride
Asked me if I needed a ride
But she was...
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

She got down but she never got tired
She's gonna make it through the night
She's gonna make it through the night
But mama, that's where the fun is
But mama, that's where the fun is
Mama always told me not to look into the eye's of the sun
But mama, that's where the fun is

Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
Says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it's funny bone,
that's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner,
watching the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone, reminding him of romance
The calliope crashed to the ground
But she was...
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light

Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older,
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground
Now Scott with a slingshot finially found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not said daddy's within earshot save the buckshot, turn up the band
Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes
She said "I'll turn you on sonny to something strong"

Who would know??? oxoxo

Black Dog..... with tan. Smooth. Very smooth. With big ears . And one with white and tan too... Small and rough coated, with amazing eyebrows..

never fear, the Blogmuggle is here.

Sort of.

TAFE is ok. Today I was nominated as competent in "Infection Control Procedures". OSCA was better than expected last week; I earned a smashing 37 out of 40 (equal 1st place) until another student complained of inconsistencies in the gradings, so all the exams were re-called. 8 students will be affected by the review, and guess what???? I'm one of them.......

*sigh*

oh well..... At least it's done and out of the way. Tomorrow night I have my Senior First Aid exam and Skills assessment.

GOD IT'S HARD TO TYPE WITH TWO PUPPIES WRESTLING NEXT TO YOU (AND ON YOUR LAP AND LAPTOP!!!!!!!)

I have another exam on Friday, and then another couple over the final few weeks.

Yes, that's right..... final few weeks ....... only 3 more after this one......

Damn. Now Gidget wants to sit on my lap. I now have a pup under each forearm, laying down along side me, as close as they can get.

Does anybody want a 7 month old, vaccinated, desexed, microchipped chihuahua cross terrier pup? There are 2 here that could do with a busy household........ seriously. These puppies are way too busy for my dad. They drive him mad. But he loves them. I keep telling him that he needs an adult dog, but it's just all too hard. And Mum bought them.

Anyway, I am all out of puff for tonight. I need to study. Anat and Phys I can do; bullshite theorists I have to work on........

Why do I feel like I want it to be Friday....... when it's only Tuesday??????????????

I can't even think of a title for my blog.

There's no music in there tonight. Thinking, thinking..... Yeah..... that will do.

It's right on up there at the top.

Love and hugs. You can't have too much of either.

And I think I might as well sign up for the non-practicing lesbian club..........

Shiny happy people......

Hi guys!!!

Well, natural brilliance has come to the rescue at TAFE. My first Anat & Phys exam netted me 89%... WOOT! It gives me a nice window of comfort for the next one... (cue evil laughter) muhahaha....

And then in a communications role play last Wednesday I earned 75%... thanks goodness for Mr Harris, an new amputee who was concerned about his star greyhound, "Blue Steel", racing at Dapto last Saturday because his wife, Sylvie, was too busy to train him....... well, we were told that Mr Harris had pain after his leg amputation; the rest was my invention.......

I've handed in my "Legal Studies" essay early today (it wasn't due in until Friday) as there is a major Interview/Role Play scenario assessment tomorrow, termed 'OSCA' (Objective Structured Clinical Assessment)... very scary..... Then next Tuesday, there is another role play assessment on Risk Assessment, plus an assignment on OH&S. The following Friday there is an exam on Nursing Practice....... Before the end of the month I have a day of clinical placement at Singleton Hospital, followed by another Anat & Phys exam the next day. I've got 4 nights of Senior First Aid as well over the next 2 weeks as well. More exams and assessments follow on over the last few weeks...... Phew!

I guess I'd better get off here and get on with my revision. I'm not really all that confident about OSCA.......

One more thing; My friend, Katrina, is having a lumpectomy & her axillary lymph glands removed tomorrow morning about 9 o'clock, so all any healing thoughts you can send her way would be appreciated. And check your breasts, my friends. Please.

And I think I've finally worked what Mothers' Day is all about now that Mum is gone......

Ok.... It's head down, bum up for me for now.

Love to you all, Bloggie :0)

A Kiss Is Not A Contract

I love these song lyrics...they just tickle my weird ol' fancy......

A kiss is not a contract
But it's very nice
Mmmmm, very nice
Just because you've been exploring my
mouth
Doesn't mean you get to take an
expedition further south
No.
A kiss is not a contract,
But it's very nice,
It's very, very nice,
Just because we've been playing tonsil
hockey
Doesn't mean you get to score the goal
that's in my jockey
Just because I'm in a two man
novelty band
Doesn't mean it's all about
poontang.
I can't go around loving everyone
I just wouldn't get anything done
You can take me out to dinner that
might be quite nice
you could buy me a burrito and some beans
and rice
but that won't get you into pants
paradise
They call it a fly because it takes
you up to heaven oh oh
A kiss is not a contract but it's very
nice. It’s very very nice.
I'm only one man, baby, pretty baby
We're only two men, ladies
Babies. Pretty babies.

Thanks to Flight of the Choncords for this very enlightening prose.......

It's a lovely day today....

Good Morning Bloggers.

Sunday morning in Blogmuggle land is quiet. Beloved & SB have gone a-biking in Sydney, GG is in Mussie after a night of "visiting" with dear friends, and VB is still snoring quietly in his room with another sonorous friend.

Nice. I'm sitting in my mum's dressing gown, the fire is still warm from last night, and Clare Bowditch is playing on the stereo. I've enjoyed my cup of tea and toast with vegemite.

Yep, nice. But it can't go on for much longer.

I have to walk down the street to buy washing powder and fire up the washing machine, as the baskets overfloweth. Beloved has been doing his best. The shed looks ok (it's all relative, you know), the boys and he aren't starving, and all appointments have been met so far. So, they CAN survive without me. But I don't think that it's a state that they can maintain for a very long time. It's do-able at the moment because there is an end-date..... June 13 to be exact. For this block of TAFE anyway.

Poor Beloved's been very busy on the house front this week too. He has 3 weeks more of long service leave, then it's back to work (for a rest, methinks). I don't think that enough is going to be done to allow him to relax back into work, and things are going to drag on...... We should have been having a painting frenzy this weekend, but the gyprock setter, who was supposed to be here on Monday hasn't turned up, and so nothing more that relates to the walls/ceilings can be done. The wet-area waterproofing guy is booked in for tomorrow and I don't know how he's supposed to do his job either. And if he doesn't get his bit done, then the council can't inspect it, the tiler can't tile, and the plumber can't plumb. And that's only the wet areas.......

Mind you, there's plenty of other things to do. A couple of doors needs painting or oiling, the old sideboard that was Beloved's grandparents' needs to be sanded, sealed and milk-painted so it can be transformed into a vanity cupboard, and I need to spray-frost 2 fanlights that are being transformed into a window.

And then there's TAFE. Tomorrow is the 1st anatomy & physiology test, so study needs to be done..... I think I'm going to be winging it with a rather large percentage of my natural brilliance, as my focus has been a little bit absent..... I'm sure it will kick in, won't it? Some of my fellow students have been studying using flashcards.... what the ????????

See, here I am blogging when I should be studying, washing, painting (do you ever have trouble with letters? Painting always comes out as apinting, you as yopu, woman as woamn and have as hvae or something similar) spraying, sanding.

Nope, no discipline.

But

I am glad of my life. I am lucky; fortunate. Please send some healing love to my friend Sharon, who has been fighting the good fight against cancer for a few years now. She is being released from the hospice at the Mater on Wednesday to come home...... there is no miracle cure for all. She remains strong, but there is an air about her, a look that says "love your life"... Something has shifted in her recently..... I haven't spent a great deal of time with her, as she is an incredibly private person, and I didn't wish to intrude into her space & peace that she has so carefully constructed around herself. Her husband is beautiful; her teenagers are simply that. They've been dealing with this all for a few years now, no children should have to. It's bloody difficult enough for adults..... I visited her in hospital last week, and showed her the angel gift pouch that Lisa had given me the morning of Mum's funeral and her reaction was amazing. She rolled it around in her hands, looking at the angel, then lifted it to her face, closed her eyes and sniffed, inhaling the perfume of the flowers, and lost herself in it for a few seconds. "That's beautiful", she said, holding it a little longer, before, handing it back. "Lovely", she said.
But you know, I think that she needs it more than I do now.....

Anyway, as I said, I have no discipline. I just get lost in the writing. And that, Diana, is what is so good about being able to blog.... I suppose other people might even find themselves in the writing.

I've got to go. Life awaits.

Love to you all.

Cyndy xoxox ;0)