Do you want to know?

Guess what - we are getting a BOY!

The sonographer is about 90% sure, but she has asked us to get it confirmed at the next scan.

Oh my gosh. I am in a little shock.

Will try a figure out this new fangdangled scanner here and post the pictures.

One More Sleep...

....and I will know if we are having a little girl or boy.

Fingers crossed that babys legs aren't crossed and the little munchkin gives us a look at the goods.

I AM SO IMPATIENT.

Hurry up tomorrow.

The Puppies and the Pussy

I thought today might be a nice day to introduce you to my current babies. My pets.

Bobo



Bobo was our first pet together. We got her way back in 2002 when she was only 7 weeks old. This guy my fiance used to work with had a cat which had had kittens and was going to take them to RSPCA. So we rescued her (cause we all know what the RSPCA does with animals that don't get adopted). She was THE most mischievous little bugger ever. We would come home from work and pot plants would be turned over, dirt and much worse all over the carpet, scratches on the back of the front door and any wire or cord in sight would be chewed through. You have no idea how much we spent on buying replacement mobile chargers. Anyway, she grew out of that more or less (not the chewing mobile charges tho... she still does that today) and became quite a good cat. As we lived in a townhouse (and weren't supposed to have a cat) she was pretty much an indoor kitty. She would eat what we ate (loves kettle chilli chips), talk to us, she loves water - I would sometimes find her rolling around on the shower floor after one of us had had a shower... she's very strange.
But everything changed on the day we moved to our current house. Her whole personality changed. She would hide all day, stopped eating and developed a tail and body twitch which resulted in her "chasing" her tail and biting it to the point she had next to no hair left and her tail would bleed. We spent so much time back and forth from the vets trying a multitude of different remedies, splints, cone on head, medications until eventually after nothing worked the vet put her on Prozac (real people prozac - I am not kidding, he had to go to the pharmacy and all). Well, prozac helped her not eat her tail anymore but did not help her personality. She became the nastiest, withdrawn cat. I was the only person she would even let near her.
We ended up having to take her off the drugs and just let her recover on her own and today she is pretty much normal and only occasionally tries to eat her own tail. Her hair has all grown back and she seems to have adjusted well now. She is my pretty princess and my shadow and I absolutely love her to death.


Duke



Duke was our first dog. We got him from the pet store about a month after we moved into our house in 05. My fiance, a gf and I went down to the pet store after hearing they had cattle puppies. There were 2 left- a sleepy, clumsy one with a gorgeous face and a hyperactive one with long legs that seemed to be completely out of proportion with the rest of his body. My fiance wanted the hypo one and my gf and I wanted the sooky one. We won.
He may not have been hypo in the store but my god, was he hypo when we got home. He slept in the garage bathroom at night at first cause he was too little to be out in the cold. Within a week he had eaten his way through a SOLID wooden door. Little turd.
After he chewed his way through about a hundred tennis balls, we bought him this green ball that was rock hard, hoping he wouldnt be able to destroy it (as its was about $30 for the one) We were right, he couldnt destroy it. But this ball became permanently attached to him. He would have the ball with him 24/7. Even after we got the other 2 dogs he would carry his ball everywhere, sleep with it at his nose, place it next to bowl when he ate. He loves to play fetch with it and just does not stop. We timed it once - we kept throwing ball, he kept retrieving for 3 and a half hours straight in summer. He wasn't the one to stop either, we had had enough.
Then one day we were cleaning the garage and Duke kept wanting to play ball and was putting the ball under our feet and being a general pain in the ass so my fiance picked up the ball and placed it on top of all the junk in the big black council bin. Duke could see it, but being the smallest cattle dog in the world could not reach it. Anyway, the next day was bin night and neither of us remembered about the ball and it was gone forever. We didnt realise until a few days later after Duke had spent them crying and whining what we had done. We felt awful. We tried buying a replacement from pet barn but they only had a yellow one. We tried it, but it didnt work (I thought dogs were meant to be color blind?) he would just watch it roll away down the driveway. A few weeks later we managed to get a hold of a blue ball of the same brand and that seemed to do the trick. We still have the yellow one and he still won't go near it.


Lola



Ok, so Lola is the smart one. She came to live with us about when Duke was about 9 months old. She was already 18 months old and we got her from the animal adoption agency. Highly recommended by the way if you are looking for a pet. She was trained prior to coming to live with us and is highly intelligent. She has a beautiful nature, she listens and obeys and you can actually walk her rather than have her walk you. She has one fault. Actually two if you count the fact that she eats poo. But the major thing being she barks and bark and barks. But not when my fiance is home....ohhhh nooooooo... its occurs about 30 seconds after he has left for work every morning at 7.15am. She knows that she would get in trouble if he was home, hence waits until he leaves. Then I have to drag my ass out of bed to go crook at her, waking myself up in the meantime. I would hate to know what she is like when neither of us are at home.


Ralph



What can I say about poor old Ralph.... he is far from the sharpest crayon in the box. He came from the animal adoption agency as well. We got him last year when he was almost 12 months old. Now, I am not being mean when I say he is semi-retarded (and I am in no way wanting to offend anyone who is retarded) but he is a dead set dope. He has absolutely no common sense. He stands in front of moving cars for christ sake!
We didn't name him (same with Lola) we kept their names they had already. But Ralph suits him to a tee. You know Ralph Wiggum from The Simpsons? Well our Ralph makes Wiggum look like a candidate for the Nobel Prize. No, but seriously, they could be twins.
Need an example? Ok, when you want Ralph to come to you, calling out "Ralph!" doesnt quite cut it. He just walks away. We have to literally half bend over, slap our hands against our thighs and call out in one of those awful babying kind of voices "Ral-peeee, Ral-peeee, come on! Come here, Ral-peeeeee" You have to wait for him to realize that you're saying his name (well kind of). But he is really really sweet and gentle. And if you can keep a secret..... he is my favourite of the dogs. Shhhhhh. I feel mean having favourites...

Have a great weekend! TGIF!

Drugs are bad....part two. The update.

So a while ago I wrote a post about the struggles my cousin (Tilly) was going through fighting an ice addiction. You can read it here.

I have not had a great deal of contact with her over the past 6 months, the occassional call or sms maybe. I guess she had a lot on her plate what with going to counselling and getting her life together and I have had my hands full with day to day life as well.

I saw Tilly for the first time since Christmas time over the weekend. My cousin Courtney had a bit of a get together on Saturday night for all my cousins to catch up and Tilly flew down from QLD for it.

Firstly it was great to see her, she looked healthy, happy and bubbly like she used to. She had completed the program she was in, she was working part time, she had made a few friends through work and was able to have a bit of a life. She also announced that she was coming back to Sydney to live at her dads house in a few weeks. I am really proud of the recovery she has made so far and hope that she continues on this path.

There are a couple of things that worry me about her moving back though. She will be living at her dads, which is kinda a good thing, but her dad is prety much an alcoholic. He spends half his life at the pub. Not the best person to be keeping an eye on her. But on the same hand, he is her dad and should be there for her. Perhaps he has cleaned himself up a bit? Lets hope so.

She told me on her way from the airport to my cousins house she drove past her exes house. Which is not exactly on the way, she must have made a bit of a detour. I mean, I know she didnt drop by to say hi, he has moved on and is in another relationship now and things between Tilly and the ex are not exactly on speaking terms as there is a court case pending (not going to get into that one - but it certainly wouldn't be a civil converstion between the two). But I ask myself - why would she drive past? To me, it sounds like she perhaps isn't quite over him or the life they had together and perhaps living back in Sydney could escalate that situation. Hmmm... maybe, I don't know. It seems a little strange to me.

The last thing that worries me, is she seems so co-dependent. I only saw her for a few hours, but she has definately changed. She is clingy to the point she has to be holding everyones hand or arm when she speaks to them, speaking really close (I hate close speakers) and follows everyone around like a child. The way she speaks about coming back to live in Sydney is a bit funny too. She seems to think that all our friends are going to be dropping everything to help her and keep her occupied (ok, that was a little harsh, but you get what I mean). She needs to realise that we all have our own partners, jobs, families etc. Not that I don't want to keep an eye out on her, but I have a lot going in my own life and I can't be there for her every second.

I don't want to sound like a bitch, but she has gotten through the hardest part with the support of her family and this is the part that she has to pull herself through. Nobody can do this part for her. She is going to be back at home with all the old temptations. She is going to be close by to the ex and all of their friends who were part of that world and she needs to have the will power to avoid them. I hope that she does because someone cannot be her babysitter every minute of every day.

Hopefully, all this worry will be for nothing.

Tagged. Thanks Steve.

So I have been tagged by the devastatingly handsome Memphis Steve.

The rules of the game get posted at the beginning of the post. Each player answers the questions about themselves in their post. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5-6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer.

1. What were you doing ten years ago?
Being a pretty naughty teenager. Underage drinking, wagging school, pre-marital sex (haha - still doing that!) going to parties every weekend, hanging out at the shops on a thursday night, walking or catching a bus everywhere, getting grounded, playing sega megadrive (mainly Sonic the Hedgehog and Mortal Kombat) and then the very first sony playstation (remember when they first came out, they were like $800?) smoking at the back of the oval at school, getting my first mobile phone and then having it confiscated by my parents when the $400 bills roll in, illegally driving my friends older sisters car through the park at the bottom of my street etc etc. Fun times. See my post from yesterday.


2. What are five things on your list to do today?
* Do this meme.
* Try and catch up on some work that I have been putting off. I just have no motivation lately.
* Get my nails done.
* Find a recipe for some different types of gourmet mini pizzas. I am catching up with about 10 of my cousins tomorrow night and we all need to bring a plate. I was considering just going to the frozen food isle, but thought I might make a bit of an effort.
* Feed my cat. I forgot last night. I feel really bad actually.


3. Snacks you enjoy?
I am not really a snacky kind of a gal. I prefer my 3 meals a day. But I do have a weakness for fresh choc chip muffins and cheese and bacon rolls. Oh - and this is not so much a snack, more of a dessert - I LOVE ice cream with Milo.


4. Things You Would Do If You Were A Billionaire?
Travel, travel, travel. First class baby.
I would also make sure my family were taken care of.
But after those two..... I would be flashing cash all over the place. I would be decked top to toe in designer, jewellery, some hot ass car that would have every man creaming his pants, basically absolutely anything i wanted.
And if I was a billionaire, I have a little confession..... i would probably buy myself a little tiara or crown to prance around at home in. Just cause I could.


5. Three of your bad habits?
* Swearing. Not really so much in writing, but the profanity that spills from mouth on a daily basis is disgusting. I am going to have to gag myself when my baby starts to learn to talk.
* Road rage. I find this has gotten worse lately and I can't tell if it because the traffic is worse or my tolerance threshold has lowered. Maybe both.
* Being lazy.


6. Five places you have lived?
* Western Sydney house 1. This was the house I was brought home from the hospital to after being born. Big 4 bedroom place.
* NSW central coast. When I was about 7 or 8 my dad did some property developing in Toukley. So we lived there for a while at Canton Beach. Not so much a beach, rather a lake. But nice all the same. I havent been there in at least 10 years.
* Western Sydney house 2. This was the teeny tiny villa that I lived in with my mum and my sister after my parents split up. I was in year 6 so that made me about 12. We lived there about 12 months.
*Western Sydney house 5. (2 skipped) This was where me and my fiance first lived together. We rented a 3 bedroom townhouse a hundred metres down the road from the local RSL. Crappy townhouse but for some reason I miss it sometimes. We lived here for 5 years.
* Western Sydney house 6. This is the one that my fiance and I bought in 2005. It is actually Western Sydney house 1. We bought it off my Dad when he decided to move to the bush. Love this house so much. Everything has changed inside, but somehow it is still the same.....


7. Five jobs you’ve had?
* Worked in a servo (gas station for you yanks playing at home)
* Worked in a real estate agency (loved that company)
* Worked in recruitment (could honestly think of nothing worse. Hated it)
* Worked for an internet ISP (again BORING - except the marketing dept. We rocked)
* Worked where I work now. Back in Property industry. LOVE IT.


8. How did you name your blog?
To be honest I couldnt think of anything and I still dont like it, but am too lazy to try and think of something cool. Any suggestions would be welcome.


Five tagged bloggers:
Andy
Jenn
Spew-it-all
Princesse Ecossaise
Leah

Back in the Day

My girlfriends and were out for dinner last weekend and after a few bottles of wine (NO - not me, I am s-o-b-e-r) the subject came up of old fads and what we thought made us cool back in the day.

United Colors of Benetton Bum Bags. All my gf's had these when we were in year 10 ('97) We would be walking around the shopping centre socialising every Thursday late night shopping with our bum bags hanging off our shoulder (not around our waists - we were cool dammit) It was just big enough to carry all our essential, wallets, mobile phones, ciggies and lighters. We were "the shit" back then.

Hound Dog. Now this store was opened back in about '93. I was in Year 6. It stayed cool (in my hometown anyway) til about '95. During this time I had graduated from my hound dog purple leggings with white hound dog logo oversized t-shirt to the more racy hound dog clothing of the tinieset mini micro dresses and a zip up skin tight see-thru skirt dubbed the "unzip me and fuck me" skirt. I have no-idea how I managed to get my parents to let me out the house wearing some of those outfits, to call them tarty would be the understatement of the century.

Keppers. Again, these were in the in thing from around '92/'93 for maybe a 2 years or so. When I wasn't slutting it up in my barely there dresses you would find me in my dark blue baggy as hell keppers. Insert sad story here. Easter Sunday of 1994. My family was celebrating at my cousins house. As kids do, we wanted to be no-where near the adults, so were out the front yard. My cuz Hayley and I were both in love with dancing ( I, having done ballet since I was 3 and jazz and tap since I was 6) decided we would choreograph our own routine. Just to set the scene the song was "Give it up" by KC and the Sunshine Band after a not-so-particularly hard move my leg buckled underneath me and I was laying on the road screaming my tits off. To be honest, I dont really remember a lot about what happened but an ambulance was called and it ends up that I had dislocated my knee. What was I wearing? Keppers. Which to pop my knee back in they had to cut off me. Well after hearing that, I dont know whether my tears were for the pain or the sad demise of my kepper pants. Now this part is really embarrassing - after coming home from hospital (with my cut up keppers) I carefully cut out one of the back pockets and to this day I have kept it in a box with some other sentimental stuff.

The Skatel. Every friday night from about '93 to '95 we would be dropped off at the local skatel for a night of skating, flirting, kissing, smoking, drinking and towards the end getting stoned. This was our first real night time social thing (other than the few occasional parties - which at that age were still pretty lame). The skatel was the place I had my first kiss with a boy called Aaron. He was so hot. We were hanging out outside the rink and skated up the back of the carpark behind the rink and just looked into each others eyes and went for it. It was so cute. Until my cuz and co starting giggling from around the corner where they were spying on us.

Jeremy Jordan. O.M.G. ('93-'94) He was just the hottest thing I thought I had ever seen. I had posters all over my walls and his CD on repeat in my bedroom. I want a girl like you.....

No-Doz. '97-'98. These lovely little tablets were the greatest thing going round when we first started drinking pretty heavily at parties. It was fantastic, you could pop a few of those and drink all night without passing out on the grass by 9.30pm. But we used to basically get into bitchfits about who was going into the 7/11 to buy them as we thought that they would refuse to sell them to us, lock us up and call the coppers. How wrong we were. We also used to take one of my friends little sisters ADD pills. They worked a treat too.

PassionPop, Strongbows and West Coast Coolers. '96 - '98. Need I say more really? Cheapest nastiest stuff in the Bottle-O. But always got us hammered. Oh yeah, and tequilla (stolen from out parents bars.)

Parties. A hundred times better than going to the club. Until the cops broke them up. But big or small ones we always managed to get absolutely blind with good mates and no strangers (well except the ones that tried to crash the partay). I will have to tell you about the open house party (corey style) I had at my mums house in 1995 another time. Its a looooong story.

Having an ummmm... party friend. '96-'99. I had a couple over the years. It was basically just a guy friend you hooked up with a parties. My first one was a boy called Noel. He had the most ripped body a 16/17 year old could ever have and cheeks you just wanted to squish together and tell him how goddamn cute he was. Ooohhh...and the deepest most beautiful dimples. I am a sucker for a man with dimples. Anyways every party we would end up in a bathroom or loo or someones little bro's bedroom having the best make-out sessions ever. I never fucked him at any of these parties but it got pretty hot and heavy all the same. But a while later probably just after I left school we ran into each other at a party or something and ended up back at his place and had a pretty wild night which we did pretty much did everything we never got to before. It was a great time had by all.

Honestly I would have to say the best time of my life so far were the years between '94 and '99. It was all getting trashed at parties, wagging school, no responsibilites and fun times. After I turned 18 it was still awesome going to nightclubs and being legally allowed to do these things, but you had the added element of a job and financial responsibilites (like a mobile phone bill!).

If I could turn back time to 1994 and live my high school years again, would I? Hell yeah! I would do it over and over and over again.

Wanna Join My Pity Party?

Well it has officially hit home, that I am pregnant. And the reality that has hit is not of the good variety.

Before I go any further, to set the record straight - I am so excited to be having a baby and to be a Mummy and all that jazz but this post is purely for me to whinge about the crappy stuff that goes with being pregnant.

My jeans dont fit me anymore. Now call me shallow, I can get over the fact that some of my work pants are tight around the belly, but NOT MY JEANS. I live in my jeans. Well I used to anyway. Boo.

My boobs have increased by 2 sizes now. Which is lovely to look at, but the cleavage is like fused together which is causing tiny pimples in between the girls. I guess I am lucky I havent broken out all over my face and body. I knew a girl who had perfect skin and as soon as she got pregant she got really bad acne. Which never really quite seemed to go away after the birth. Also, the rapid boobie growth has given me the lovely little souvenir of stretch marks. Eww. Plus they itch like crazy.

I literally cannot keep my eyes open past 8.30pm which has caused my house to becomes utter chaos. I have about 3 weeks worth of laundry to do, the kitchen is filthy, bathroom floor is littered with towels and dirty clothes, ironing is pilled high, floors need sweeping, mail is piled up, cat litter need to be changed, carpets are in desperate need of a vacuum, and to top it off I have lost a diamond earring in this brothel of a house. Oh yeah, and my foxtel IQ box is so full, I have actually had to start erasing things that I havent watched yet just so I can keep recording on it. So you can guess what my long weekend is going to consist of. And its not going to be sitting on my fat ass catching up on TV thats for sure. Well, maybe a little bit...

I am disgusted at what a sook I have been lately. I cry at everything. See everything above - I cried - at my jeans, my boobs and the mess. I was sobbing watching a re-run of Law & Order, I was a mess watching Outrageous Fortune last week. I cry when someone says something to me that I dont like or more often take the wrong way. I follow my fiance around the house, everytime we are talking and he gets up to go to the kitchen etc, I follow him, he called me on it last night and like the friggin weeping wuss I am, I burst into tears accusing him of not wanting to be around me. Huh? For fucks sake. Snap outta it!

I have noticed that some relatives (one in particular) thinks I have nothing else going on in my life except the fact that I am having a baby. It's the only thing they talk to me about. Should I name & shame? Hmmm, ok, its the Mother in law. I love her to death, but seriously, lay off it ok? She is even hounding her son. I get it that this is the first grandchild (it is on my side too!) but I am capable of other conversation. I mean seriously, I am only 4 months and I have heard all her birth and preg experiences at least 6 times.

I am a nasty bitch. Especially at work. I snap at my bosses and clients. I will leave that one there, because to be honest, I dont want to get into it. I am just lucky that they know I am pregnant and therefore are ignoring my violent mood swings.

I have zero interest in work and am getting a little behind. I just have no motivation at the moment. I hope this passes soon, before someone notices.

Onto something better, I CANT WAIT TIL SUNDAY! My girlfriends and I have tix to see Sex & The City! Gold class... We are all class baby! Although I might have to skip the cocktails afterwards.

Hope everyone has a fantastic long weekend!

Ass or Arse?

So my fiance and I had a bit of a heated discussion the other day. Topic - Spelling. Now, he doesn't usually argue with me on this topic, because he is a shocking speller and seriously, I don't know how he ever passed english at school.

Anyway, back to the story. So we were sending some sms's back and forth (yes, THOSE kind of sms) and I was texting Ass and he was texting Arse. Got home later that night, and instead of getting to business with what we had arranged via sms to do, we ended up discussing the issue of Ass vs Arse? Now we are both very stubborn arguers especially when we think we are right, so you can imagine that were not seeing eye to eye on this one.

After further reflection on the issue, maybe both are right? (Don't ask me to admit it to him though!)

So what do you think? Ass or Arse? Which would you use?



*This is not mine, although I wish it were.