Pigalina's Palace: Misc

Getting Old

Wed, 27 Jun 2007 07:20:53 GMT

Remember (or pehaps you are looking forward to) that great year you had when you and all of your friends turned 21 and it was parties nearly every weekend?
I am going to a 30th this weekend.
It has begun.

Pigalina Love SPG

Tue, 01 May 2007 10:18:03 GMT

SPG (Special Patrol Group named after the hamster in The Young Ones) is my fabulous white rat. About a month ago Mr Pigalina came to me with a sad face and said "I don't want to upset you but SPG has a lump." The poor girl certainly did have a lump, in her front left armpit, if we left it too long she would hardly be able to put her leg down!

Most people would say it was time to get rid of SPG, that with such a lump you may as well put her to sleep. Actually, most people think that I should not have rats at all. "Uuuurrrgh their tails are all yucky" (They are actually soft and hairy), "They smell" (Only if you don't clean them out) etc etc. We took SPG to the vet and they said that we could have her operated on. After some deliberation we decided that SPG deserved to have her lump removed. What did it matter that she probably only has one year of life left and that the operation would cost 8 times as much as she cost to buy? She is my furry friend and therefore I couldn't bear to see her go just yet.

After work on the day of her operation I headed to the vets office expecting to pick up a box containing a groggy little rat with a gruesome wound on her side. Imagine my suprise, and delight when I opened the box and saw not just a perky and happy SPG but one wearing a very cute little bandage:

How could anyone not like that little furry creature? SPG is thriving and I am glad she had her wee op as it means she can still walk! Hopefully she won't get anymore lumps. Yes I am quite the soft touch when it comes to my animals. Pigalina love SPG.

Shame is Potentially Heading Pigalina's Way

Wed, 10 Jan 2007 06:27:28 GMT

Tomorrow holds potential to shame me. I have applied for a job sorting the mail, as I am due to leave the courier place in a month. However I am to undergo a reading and sorting test tomorrow. I have been sorting parcels for the past year and have been reading for the past 21. I am hoping that my brain works properly tomorrow and I don’t end up embarrassing myself. One lady apparently sorted 211 letters correctly in 2 minutes. We shall see, I won’t cry too much if I don’t get it anyway. Onwards and upwards should be the motto when getting a new job, not backwards and downwards in order to not be poor.

I have just revealed to my mum my TradeMe name. I then realized that she will be able to look up all of my past transactions which may or may not include some things that I would rather not my mum know I owned. It would be like her rifling through my undie drawer. Literally.

Also, on the subject of shae - if you are going to send for “blue movies” in the mail, make sure you get your address correct. You know who you are. I know you are getting “Lady of the Rings”. Tut tut.

Pigalina is so T.O

Wed, 13 Dec 2006 09:22:02 GMT

I have just about had a little cry. I have my latest batch of assignments due on Friday and I had just finished one - a religious interpretation on the Grimm tale Jorinda and Joringel. I was feeling jolly proud of my efforts, I thought I had done a really good job of it and that meant I only had two assignments left! Hurrah!

Alas, I later discovered that I had saved over this fabulous piece of work with another, crappy, short, assignment. I use the same file over and over as a template due to silly page layouts that are required that I can't be bothered to set each time and then, as soon as a change is made to the previous essay, I save the new file with a different name (I didn't explain that very well). Well, it turns out that the out proverb is true, pride comes before a fall as, in my glee, I had neglected to rename the file after deleting my beautiful three page essay. I know it wasn't the hugest essay ever but it is 10.20pm, I have that to rewrite and another to do, I have work in the morning and I really can't be bothered!

Woe is me.

Telemarketers are Poo!

Tue, 05 Sep 2006 07:35:51 GMT

We try to not answer the phone in our house. Telemarketers and people conducting surveys have driven us to leave the following message on our answer machine: "Hi it's [Mr Pigalina and Pigalina] we don't answer the phone anymore because everytime we do it is a telemarketer or some kind of survey. So, if you would like to get hold of us please leave a message." Not only is it annoying for us it is annoying for our friends and family to have to leave messages.

I know we should just hang up as soon as we know it is a robotic voiced surveyer but we are just not that rude. We feel obliged to listen to their boring ramblings on about how they can save us money etc. I have even been caught out on Saturdays and Sundays. They even ring past 8pm! It is getting ridiculous, they even call me by name. The stupid Post Office sells the electoral roll to companies so that they can ring people willy-nilly. I only answered the phone tonight because I was waiting on a call from Mr Pigalina. Alas, I was too foolish and on the other end was a man who informed me that he was in my area tomorrow giving "no obligation quotes" for heating.

Damnation it is annoying! If you want to contact the Pigalina's it is best to text or email, unless you are prepared to leave a message at the beep.

Feelin' Groovy

Mon, 31 Jul 2006 06:57:28 GMT

Ah I feel a lot better after my whinge of the other day. I was jolly busy at work today thanks to a huge amount of parcels with the wrong addresses. Plus it was sunny.

Most of all this comment from Jenny made me see that just because my friends may be sunning themselves in tropical locations I don't have it so bad:

"All in all, I don't think there is any room for envy, esp when you have a WONDERFUL cupboardy house and a nice stable not-[name proctected electronics store]-or-supermarket job and two lovely kitties and a FABULOUS hubby."

My house is VERY cupboardy. We have 47. Even though they are a bit ugly they are most handy.

My cats are very grand, as are my rats. My job is heaven compared to my old beastly ones (I had a job wiping old people's bums when I was at High School). And best of all is Mr Pigalina who puts up with me through all grumps.

Comsumed with Envy

Sat, 29 Jul 2006 04:54:40 GMT

I have not written anything on my blog for a while. This is due to my lack of time and the over-whelming lack of anything to write. The most interesting thing I have done this past week is probably start a food diary in order to monitor what causes my helicobacter to play up (Fish and Chips = bad). What a dreadfully exciting life I lead.

The reason this entry is entitled "Consumed with Envy" is because I now have 4 friends that are globe-trotting and, as much as I love their emails and hearing what they are up to it just rubs salt into my wounds. They are visiting tropical beaches and learning foreign languages and I work in administration. Yawn! Who dreams of doing that? "When I grow up I want to press F6 for most of the day and answer the telephone. For good measure I would like periods of extended boredom where I must pretend to be busy and not working on a sudoku puzzle under my keyboard." (Sudoku by the way is jolly hard, I have been working on one that is supposedly "easy" for about 3 days).

The main source of my discontent is our house. Don't bother buying a house. Not unless the market come crashing down and you can pick them up for $50,000 again. No matter how many people tell me "It's money in the bank" I still don't see it. The only way it is going to pay off is if we sell it and we cannot be bothered moving again. Nearly all of your money will go towards paying mortgage, insurance and rates; not to mention you then have to try and make it look nice. The people who owned our house before lined the whole thing in HARDBOARD thus ruining dreams of polished wood floors or bare brick walls. They also painted all of the perfectly good woodwork a heinous shade of greeny brown. Like baby diarrhea. The prospect of trying to make an entire house over is over-whelming. Especially if you have things you would rather spend your money on, like international travel.

My parents are off to England later this year, Raft is in Africa after trotting through America and Europe, David is in China and Botty and Simon are in Canada. Pigalina and Mr Pigalina are in Dunedin, New Zealand which has just gone through the coldest June in 30 years.

Breakin' the Law, Breakin' the Law

Thu, 13 Jul 2006 07:30:01 GMT

There has been a lot of fuss in the news over here about the police having quotas to fill when they issue infringement notices. The main fuss was to do with speeding, "Oh boo hoo I was caught out speeding, well if the police didn't have quotas to fill then I would have got off." Those people can shut up. They know they are wrong and I have no sympathy for those who put other people's lives in danger in order to get home from the supermarket in time to watch Ghost Whisperer.

However, I am VERY ANGRY about a fine I received last month. (You can read all about it by clicking here.) My car was parked outside my house for a few months while I was not using it. As I was not using it I saw no need to renew its warrant of fitness. Apparently this is wrong! I am to park it off the street, if need be in my front garden or, failing off-street parking, at someone else's house with room to spare. Anyway, the Police issued me a $200 fine. I was unimpressed also to see (when they sent me my friendly reminder notice) that they have changed the "crime" from being a stationary infringement notice to one of operating an unwarranted vehicle. LIES!!

Seeing as how everybody else seems to be able to get out of fines by writing a whinging letter - truth filled or not, I thought I would write one to them telling them the truth. I did not realize I was in the wrong. (Maybe I should have lied and said I was an unemployed single mother of 15 who cannot afford such fines). Today however I was not impressed to find a letter declaring that my fine is totally justified and unless I pay by 3rd August they will take me to court. Thanks a lot.

So, I must now pay $200 for a genuine mistake. The law owes me $200 of illegal activity. I think some public urination, or smuggling a live animal into the country (instant $200 fine), some pitch invasion or growing 2 Marijuana plants is in order. Yeeees, $200 worth of naughtiness is in order. It's only what I am owed after all.

Tags - New Zealand, Police, Crime, Law, Illegal, Fine, Infringement, $200

Flippin' Sweet Gift

Tue, 20 Jun 2006 10:21:14 GMT

Mr Pigalina let it slip a while ago that he had ordered something for me online. How impatient I became!

Well, it finally arrived yesterday, and it couldn't have been better.

He asked if I would have preferred jewellery, but he knows me well enough to know that "bling" is good on such occasions as anniversaries and Valentines Day, but when it comes to other such occasions indulging my love of movies and television will always win the day.

It was then, with great delight that I opened my gift to discover this:

A talking Napoleon Dynamite figurine! So awesome. It is pride of place in the lounge. The detail is fantastic. It even came with a miniture corsage for his prom date Trisha and A TEENY LITTLE CHAPSTICK!

Hurrah for my fabulous husband :)

Tags - Gift, Present, Napoleon Dynamite, Figurine, spawn.com

Fart the Po-lice

Wed, 31 May 2006 07:03:18 GMT

Yeah that's right, an f bomb. I am mad!

I just received a fine from the police for $200. "Well you probably deserved it" you say. How rude! I wasn't speeding, I wasn't driving drunk, I wasn't even driving. I'll tell you why I got my fine. For having my car parked outside my house.

Since I have had my new job, and since petrol rose to a ridiculous price, I have had my car parked outside my house. It has been there patiently sitting for about 4 months now. Seemingly this is an offence. I received a stationary vehicle infringment with the specifics being "No Warrant of Fitness". Why am I going to get my car warranted when I haven't used it and do not plan on using it untill next year?

If you have a car you are not using where are you supposed to park it? We park Mr Pigalina's in the driveway as his is worth more than mine. I suppose that I could have ripped the fence down and driven my car around to my back garden. The street is the only place for it.

Also, why the hell were they patrolling residential streets looking for cars such as mine? I bet a neighbour dobbed me in! Most of the people in my street are ancient and they moaned about our nextdoor neighbours puppy that apparently barked all day long and on into the night. I never heard a sound from him but he had to be given away. So, I wouldn't put it past one of them to go "Oh that beautiful little green car has been sitting outside its owner's house for a while, best call the police."

Goodness.

Don't get me wrong, I think the police are pretty great, I am not, however, a fan of petty fines.

Tags - Police, Fines, Automobile, Car, Ridiculous

That's How I Roll!

Fri, 28 Apr 2006 07:21:08 GMT

Bob, aka R U Serious, came up with "Pimp Yo' Ride Week". He wants us to add photos of our cars and show each other how we "roll". It will create a little ring and will be fun if lots participate, so, who am I to not join in?

This green Mitsubishi Mirage is how I roll:

Well, it would be how I roll if a stupid car stereo from a certain electronics store I used to work in did not switch itself on and flatten my battery. Also if the battery was actually in the car and the car had a warrant of fitness and was registered. Oh dear. I usually get ferried around in Mr Pigalina's car. The car was given to me by my Mother-in-Law, which was very kind of her, when she upgraded to a cooler car. I do like it, it is very tidy and the heater rules. It can be unbearably warm within minutes. Currently it is full of woodchips after I took a trip to the garden centre and bought punga logs and put them in my car without a blanket down. Being allergic to tree pollen, it does not make for a pleasant driving experience.

Now, this fabulous blue and orange Ford Telstar is how I used to roll:

This was a gift for my 18th birthday, it looked a lot better when I first got it. Alas, living by the sea saw rust quickly develop, thus the orangeness everywhere. The bonnet was a whole new one from a seperate car. Luckily it was orange so it blended in nicely with my orange rust paint patches. I needed a new one after a hole rusted right through. I had to bog up a hole in my roof. It eventually needed a patch welding on. The first roadtrip I went on in it it conked out in the middle of the road when I pulled out at an intersection. Another time I ran out of petrol on the motorway and the tyre blew out all in one shot. Once it crapped out at some traffic lights and some helpful, rather camp, guys pushed me to safety, all the while waving and excitedly announcing "We've broken down! We've broken down!". Then there was the time I hit a concrete block on the top floor of a multi-storey carpark. I cracked my radiator and had to be towed down 7 levels and to a garage. The damage would have cost more to fix than my lovely blue beast was worth so it was reluctantly sold.

So, that's how I roll, and have rolled. Be sure to check out the others in the ring, they can be viewed by going through to Bob's page.

Tags - Car, Cars, Auto, Automobile, Automobiles, Ford, Ford Telstar, Telstar, Mitsubishi, Mitsubishi Mirage, Mirage

Singstar in Public

Wed, 29 Mar 2006 07:52:07 GMT

Last Wedneday night we went to The Break for Singstar night because my cousin Lauren is over from England and wanted to see some Dunedin nightlife.

It was heaps of fun and even Mr Pigalina sang, and DANCED! I was very proud of him.

Not only do you get to sing with your friends they also have a part of the night where you can challenge someone else to sing the song of your choice. The winner get's a free drink. I won my battle singing "It's Tricky", I'm a rap star (Little Brittle styles).

Word is Libby is going again tonight.

You should definatly check it out, it is fun and FREE!

Here are some photos (please note, I have no idea who the person in the blue and tan jacket is).

Tags - Singstar, Dunedin, New Zealand, The Break

The Sopranos We Are Not

Wed, 08 Mar 2006 06:51:12 GMT

It has been two weeks since Libby's Mafia Party but it was jolly good fun so I thought I would put some pictures up for you to see. Libby also has some on her page too, click here to visit.

I was horrifed to see that the theme was not strictly adherred to and only about 10 people dressed up. However, those that did looked fab. A guy (I am sorry I am not good with names) that lives in the flat above Libby was going to go wrapped in tin foil as "bling" (mafia = gangster gangster = love of bling therefore mafia = bling) but he decided against it but he did decide to wear his "Fiddy" Cent bling chain much to my delight. Shaun was looking tough, and was a walking gun show. Mr Pigalina looked suave and even had a violin case to tote his camera and keys around in; sorry, machine gun. I am now the owner of a feather boa and 20s style headband. I will have to invent reasons to wear them so as to get my money's worth.

Tags - Party, Fancy Dress Party, Mafia Party, Dunedin, New Zealand

Mr Pigalina is Famous!

Thu, 23 Feb 2006 04:09:29 GMT

Mr Pigalina and his workmates can be seen gracing the front cover of this weeks Star, Dunedin's free newspaper. I was highly amused to see that the photo that was used was the one Mr Pigalina was most hoping would not be.

They are secretly very proud.

Tags - Dunedin, Newspaper

Sorry...

Sat, 11 Feb 2006 09:17:18 GMT

...but this is cute.

The Hippo (Owen) and the Tortoise (Mzee) are best friends. Owen thinks Mzee is his mum.

To read more click here.

Flat-tastic

Thu, 26 Jan 2006 21:35:29 GMT

Poor Libby, she seems to be having flatmate issues and she has only been in her flat for about two weeks.

I haven't been over to visit yet but what I have read of Flatmate A's tantrums and sharp tongue is making me think that that's not such a bad thing.

Libby has however invited Mr Pigalina and I to her Mafia themed flat-warming which we are looking forward to a lot. We have been planning our costumes.

I am a bit of an oddball in Dunedin in that I only went flatting for 3 months. Dunedin is the student capital of New Zealand and you are supposed to leave home when you go to University and live in a hovel, existing on a diet of 2 Minute noodles and mince. And of course beer (which I hate, poor me and my street cred). You are to have loud parties and spend all of your course related costs money on gadgets and labelled clothes. It is only the firt years however that you catch going to the supermarket in their pyjamas, they soon stop when they realize that nobody but the mactually does it and they look like idiots.

The official reason I only stayed in my flat for such a short time is that Mr Pigalina and I decided to get married so I had to move back to my parents house to save money. (Into the dining room I might add, my sister had swiftly taken over my old room, no shrine bedroom for me).

The real reason though is well known - one particular flatmate infuriated me so much I actually moved out and ended up paying all of the new flatmates expenses for two weeks as an incentive to get someone into my room.

Among other things he was guilty of: Defrosting meat the night before someone's cooking night thus forcing them to use it even though they may have planned other things, going grocery shopping without the rest of the flat and buying expensive ingredients (apparently he can tell the difference between budget pineapple and one $2 a can more); never letting the other flatmates see the bills and then throwing a grump when confronted about it; insisting meals be made from scratch, without the use of the just-add-water mixes of which I am so fond, and then moaning when it doesn't turn out right; saying food people made taste like "poos" (actually his wife said that); hogging the TV when everyone else wanted to watch the Sunday night movie because he wanted to watch Star Trek (not that there's anything wrong with Star Trek); leaving the giant windows on the front of the house wide open when he went out leaving the house ready for burglars. The list goes on, I had a giant list of complaints at the time, apparently it got worse after I left - showers with the very long haired dog, expensive takeaways using the flat money....

I think the moral of the story is only flat with close friends that you know well. The two flatmates that I had gone to school with were great. Better yet, stay at home where it is free/cheap until you can afford to live alone (or with a Mr Pigalina).

Milhouse the Fantastic

Sat, 14 Jan 2006 05:52:21 GMT

Sad news

Milhouse has doggie cancer in his leg and throat. (I hope it has not been caused by him hanging around my sister's stupid smoker friends).

This is Milhouse when he was the ringbearer at mine and Mr Pigalina's wedding three years ago. Doesn't he look smart?

He is a great wee dog and I will miss him a lot when he is gone. In fact, when I left home I bawled my eyes out one night because I missed him then. He may have the worst breath ever and his hair will coat your clothes even when he is not in the room but I don't care. I can still remember how when he was little every morning when I got up he would run past me and lick my toe becasue he was too small to jump up like most dogs do.

He used to wee in excitement as well.

He has had a bit of a rough time, sharing a house with cats hasn't been easy for him, but what hardship he has had with them swiping at him has been more than made up for in food and love. He learnt very early on that sitting up on his bum (which he has mastered and can now sit for some minutes) will earn him lots of food. He also learnt that carrying the mail into the house would earn him food. Though the cheeky boy began to abuse this trick by picking up newspapers and magazines off the floor and running around with them in the hope of more food.

He looks spiffing in his bright yellow jersey with the cute little arm holes and has also sported a Santa hat on occasion. He always gives Christmas presents to the whole family, what a thoughtful guy.

Milhouse is the only non-human member of the Dunedin Visor Club. He attended as many outings as a little dog could.

He sleeps on my sister's bed and had a variety of socks which he loves to chew.

Milhouse is the best dog ever, I love him, and for your enjoyment here is a photo tribute to the hairy fellow.

The real Pigalina

Sat, 07 Jan 2006 06:12:31 GMT

I took the draw a pig personality test. I drew Pigalina, a pig I have drawn for some time (and my namesake for this space). It seems she reveals quite a lot about me. To see the sordid secrets she revealed click here.

Rejoice

Mon, 14 Nov 2005 07:10:07 GMT

Clap your hands, stamp your feet, make some noise for I am back from my holiday! Hooray!

Ah, now I can swamp you with my photos and wow you with my holiday tales, won't that be fun?

I'll write again soon - probably Thursday when I get a day off :)

I'd like to say Hi to Libby who has missed me (and my animals) dearly these past two weeks.

Very Amusing

Thu, 27 Oct 2005 03:23:13 GMT

Check out this ad on Ebay. You have to read the description. Amazingly they sold!

(Thanks to Chicago DRI - another rather amusing page - for the link).

Cheeky Hedgehog

Thu, 27 Oct 2005 02:23:50 GMT

This cheeky little hedgehog has been coming into our house and eating the cat food. They don't seem to mind (we suspect they have had prickled paws and now leave him to it).

Cash is for losers

Thu, 20 Oct 2005 04:16:12 GMT

I am trying to finalise the details for our holiday which begins next week. However at every turn I am knocked back. Why? Because I don't have a credit card. How jolly cheeky of everyone just to assume I have one. For some reason nobody will let me do bank transfers. Why not? It is pretty much instant.

The organizing has turned into quite a saga. I am having to hire a car in my Mum's name, under her credit card. She is also kindly providing cheques for deposits for accomodation. We had to book our flights on Mr Pigalina's Mum's credit card.

I don't have a credit card, I don't usually need one. I am perfectly capable on living on my meagre wages and if I had a credit card I would only be swimming in a sea of unplayed computer games, unlistened to cds and clothes that I will never wear. It is for my own good.

It is very frustrating though. Places are actually losing my custom as well if the only option for booking they have is credit card - I go elsewhere. Also the interest rates are apparently going up in New Zealand because the country is wallowing in debt - mortgage and credit card debt. While I admit I have a mortgage so I am contributing to this debt, I object to it being raised because people just have to have that latest skinny leg jeans and giant jersey combo (which they could get for $2 second hand from when it was first cool in the 80s). That's fine, just make me pay thousands more so that you can live wildly beyond your means thanks to the plastic fantastic.

Grr, I am not the Queen. I do carry money, I want to be able to use it.

Don't touch what you can't afford

Wed, 12 Oct 2005 06:52:20 GMT

I am worth $1,547,070 on HumanForSale.com

Poetry

Thu, 29 Sep 2005 04:26:13 GMT

I do solemnly swear that I will NEVER put a poem up on my blog. Especially one I have written myself about how my life sucks, or kittens.

Napoleon Dynamite and Bill Gates

Fri, 23 Sep 2005 03:45:40 GMT

By now a lot of you will have seen this video, for those who haven't go and check it out, it's fantastic. It is a bit shaky as it was filmed on a handy-cam at a conference. Who thought Bill Gates was so amusing? Click here to view!

Doubleday Suck

Fri, 16 Sep 2005 01:55:04 GMT

I joined Doubleday Book club ages ago because you could pick 4 books for $1 each and then you never had to buy anything again. For some reason I decided to cancel my membership but rejoined last year when they sent me a pack saying that if I rejoined I could get more books for very cheap. (I have the complete works of Shakespeare and it was $1!).

Too good to be true? Turns out yes. It so happens that I didn't read the terms and conditions properly. They say: "You don’t have to buy a book from each magazine and you never have to buy a book you don’t want. So if you don’t want the Editor’s Choice, just say so on the order form." This is where I must have stopped reading. It goes on to say "All we ask is that you buy 6 books in your first year of membership". DAMN DAMN DAMN.

I do not however, recall buying 6 books the first time I was a member.

I got a letter today saying they are about to charge me $190.70 if I don't buy 5 books out of a rubbish selection of books each priced at $20. So, $100 wasted on rubbish books or almost $200 for nothing. Looks like I am taking the books. I will also be cancelling my membership. Scare tactics! They are a book club and are going to be coming round knee-capping if I am not careful.

The thing is, I may have been more inclined to buy more than the 1 book that I bought all year if they hadn't given me the choice of the History and Military Book club or the Fantasy and Romance club. Hardly exciting categories. If they had sent me the "General" selection I would have had more to choose from therefore been more likely to buy.

I am now faced with the task of selecting 5 books out of a yawn-inducing range. Anyone for Titania's Star Tarot? Thought not.

Cat geeks united

Fri, 09 Sep 2005 05:04:00 GMT

I was browsing some sites and came across Dogster where you post a little profile about your dog and people can make friends etc. Like Hi5 but making friends through your pets. I decided to see if there was a cat version and to my delight there is! Catster.

Anyway being the silly thing I am I have posted William and Mrs Kensington. You view their profiles and learn of their terribly fascinating lives by clicking their names.

Cheeky cat

Thu, 08 Sep 2005 00:00:20 GMT

It is a well known fact that when you move house you have to keep cats in for about 2 weeks to get them used to their new home so that they won't try to walk back to the old one.

Yesterday Mrs Kensington went missing! She squeezed out of a window. We went to top up their food in the morning and discovered we were cat-less. William was also missing. Well! We quickly called work and said we would be late, there was a cat crisis. After searching the garden and peeking over the neighbours fences we decided we would slowly drive back to our old house to see if we could see them anywhere along the way. But alas, we went to go back into the house and discovered we had locked ourselves out. For some reason we have no key to the backdoor and the chain was on the door at the front. My husband was just trying to shimmy through a window the size of a small tea tray when William appeared, covered in cobwebs. Well, that was one cat found. We decided to force the chain off the door (we now have a chunk out of the door frame) and after driving to our old house went to work. All day I was concerned, what if she had been run over?

Well, guess who turned up in the kitchen at tea-time looking for food, yes, Mrs K. The cheeky bitch had waited until after I had called the SPCA, missed an hour of work and made missing cat posters to turn up like nothing had happened.

1 Ply

Fri, 02 Sep 2005 03:01:22 GMT

"You may as well use your hand!"

Aww Fanks!

Wed, 24 Aug 2005 06:47:43 GMT

My boss from my other job - the one I actually enjoy - has mentioned my little blog on his. Thanks Chris, it makes me feel spesh. Check it out: http://www.syringe.net.nz/

Procrastination

Sat, 13 Aug 2005 03:28:45 GMT

I am supposed to be applying for jobs. One in particular has caught my eye, hopefully I will have better luck than last time. However, my favourite motto (above) has taken hold and I am finding it very difficult to concentrate.

So Gangsta

Wed, 10 Aug 2005 10:07:54 GMT

Ha ha, this is so true of me. And also very true of all the silly fools that spray paint "Crips" all around Dunedin. Oh, but I forgot, when you think of violent gang warfare and two huge world famous rival gangs you instantly think of Dunedin, New Zealand. Silly me. I seem to live in Crips territory if the tags at the end of my street and on my way to work mean anything. I am moving house soon, I hope it's not to a Bloods hood, they might try to beat me down.

Nuneaton = Cool

Fri, 29 Jul 2005 06:15:26 GMT

Why is Nuneaton cool? Because I was born there, so naturally it is fantastic. Also, there is an amusing parrot in the animal sanctuary there (this must be new because there was nothing like that when I lived near there).

Anyway, I saw this on Yahoo! News:

"A foul-mouthed parrot previously owned by a lorry driver has been banished from public areas in a British animal sanctuary after repeatedly embarrassing his keepers, they said.

Barney, a five-year-old Macaw, is now kept indoors at Warwickshire Animal Sanctuary in Nuneaton, central England, when outsiders visit after abusing dignitaries with swearword-littered insults.

"He's told a lady mayoress to f.. off and he told a lady vicar: 'And you can f... off as well'," sanctuary worker Stacey Clark said.

Nor did the forces of law and order escape, she added.

"Two policemen came to have a look at the centre. He told them: 'And you can f... off you two wankers'."

Clark said sanctuary workers believed Barney either picked up the phrases from television or was taught them by his previous owner, a lorry driver who emigrated to Spain.

"He does say 'Hello, big boy' and 'Thank you' when you give him a biscuit," she added.

"But it's mainly naughty words and always to the wrong people. We're trying to teach him not to swear. Macaws are very intelligent birds.""

To see or not to see

Fri, 29 Jul 2005 05:35:58 GMT

My friend mentioned that he'd like more photos on my blog. The only thing is, I don't really want people knowing who I am! I need to retain some mystique, it makes me sexy and alluring.

Who am I kidding? I have no mystique, yesterday I had rumbling guts at work and went to the loo about 6 times. Everyone knew. I'm a hot and sexy bitch!

I will try and find some photos, hopefully they will be interesting, this is all for you Simeon Q.

Fire!

Thu, 21 Jul 2005 01:35:48 GMT

Yesterday I joined the herd and went nosing at the huge fire in town.

NZCity had this to say:

"Dunedin's massive inner city fire has moved to a third building.
The blaze began at Bracken Court and Investment House in Moray Place at around three this afternoon, with roaring flames and billowing smoke pouring from the building, and firefighters have been battling it ever since to prevent its spread.
A loud explosion was also heard shortly after the blaze broke out."

I went on my break to the Octagon, which is the centre of town (it's octagonal funnily enough). It looked like New Years Eve, hundreds of people were gathered there taking photos. The flames were gigantic, you could see them above two storey buildings. After much talk it was concluded that the flat above the Toast bar had exploded. (Toast allows all sorts of things to go on around there, it wouldn't be suprising if there was some kind of drugs lab that had exploded. Yes, I'll be sorry if a kitten walked on an oven and caught its fur on fire thus creating the inferno, but until we know I will speculate at will). Anyway, I know it has been said before by many a lame stand up comedian, but what is it with people (myself included) just having to watch disaters?