I got out of my nice warm bed to answer the phone only to be affronted by periodic beeps down the line. So I hung up and picked up the phone again... still beeping. I spent 5 minutes pressing the 'hang up' little doover before I finally got a hang up tone and my phone returned to normal.
As much as I love random phone calls from R2-D2 it is a mite disturbing....

Today the latest present arrived...
Although it is hard to believe, because I already thought it was perfect, it is even better than I had thought or dared to hope.
And heavy!!!! Almost 2 and a half kilo.
I am just so happy that it came safe and is everything I wanted and more. I can't wait until Nathon opens it on his birthday!!!! Maybe I should tape it on my camera lol?
So anyway, now it is hidden away in the birthday drawer wrapped up in my big hippy headscarf for added annonymity. I am dying to give it to him, or at least show it to him. Its just THAT good.
I'll have to wait until after the birthday unwrapping has taken place before i can put a pic up here. But it is beautiful and perfect and well worth the wait on all counts.
The last pressie I'm getting him is a new wallet to replace the old hole-y one... its only the last pressie because Nathon will have a coronary if I buy anymore stuff. But my consolation is that I still have a cake yet to make and decorate. It will be super dooper: two mudcake heart cakes with royal icing. I'll have to post a pick of it too. I love going overboard for my baby. There's no-one in the world like him, and therefor there shall be no two-person birthday party like this one. lol

Yes, another Birthday gift is trundling its way to my door courtesy of Australia Post and Ebay. This time it is so super duper good, that I can't even tell you here. Just in case Nathon sees it. I've already deleted every reference of the thing from Internet Explorer entirely... which is time consuming and annoying but worth it. lol
I think this is the creme-de-la-creme of this year's birthday pressies.
I just have to keep it to myself until late july... which is going to be a biiiiiiiig streatch. Thank god Nathon won't let me spoil the surprise. lol
The funniest thing is that the woman I bought it off is really great, we've been e-mailing like friends... well, friends buying something of the other.... but she is fun and we get on really well. So much for my mother's theory that I have forgotten how to talk to people... at least via the net anyway lol.

Ok, I know, interesting title... well, for me at least.
This is the second blog I've done about that show 'Brothers and Sisters', which I watch on mondays to eleviate some of the opressing loneliness and bordome which is my life. This isn't another lame TV critique, but something about it that hit close to home.
Beccy (illigitimate daughter of the highly unfaithful William and his longtime mistress, father to 5 other kids with his irritating but sweet wife Nora) just found out who her dad was. If that wasn't messed up enough, now she meets her half-family, to mixed reactions. Then, as a consequence of bonding about being on the outside of the family, Beccy's half-sister Sarah's husband Joe kisses Beccy.
I felt sorry for the poor girl. I've been the unwanted and unaccepted half-sister to another woman. And I've also been the subject of horny brother' in law: hitting on me, perving on me, basically being totally inappropriot. So I looked at this pretty little blonde girl, in the middle of a marriage that was going down faster than a lead-weighted alligator-shaped pool toy, being the sexual outlet for a dissatisfied and lonely husband. And a family that can't and won't ever accept her. So I felt sorry for her. I felt a solidarity. I thought, wow, men are scum in ever nation.
Well, it was bullshit. She came on to him. As much as she painted it as he kissed her out of the blue, the little worm flirted with him, and while it was his choice entirely (I'm not defending him, he still fucked up badly and has done something unforgivable) she kissed him back. She offered to stay and keep things happening. When rebuffed, she decided to ruin his marrigae as a revenge. I may have as many sexual skeletons in the closet as the next girl (more than Diana, less than Madonna, to paraphrase Four Weddings and a Funeral) but married men are over the line. Way over the line. So far over the line God can't find them with a telescope and GPS. He made a huge mistake. He cheated on his wife and mother of two of his children. Beccy didn't have control over the situation between Joe and Sarah. They were already on the road to cheating. But she shouldn't ahve gotten in the middle of it and helped the whole house of cards to come down. If someone wants to mess up their marriage, they can do it without your help. As much as I loath my sisters, ruining their marriages by taking up one of the sleazy one-liners of their creepy husbands wasn't in me.
I guess the emotions I felt were those stirred up by putting myself in that situation. But the most I felt wasn't for Sarah, who is devastated but not surprise exactly. It wasn't for Joe, who is being painted as more of a jerk than he already is. Or that everyone is getting a little bit lied to more and more. My strongest feelings are that I sympathised with the girl. I felt that if this was a adequate portrayal of a messed up family, then maybe my family issues weren't just mine. I felt connected. I felt like there was a character that finally represented how my life had been during my teens.
I know it sounds silly, but I though it would be a little easier for people to understand what it had been like for me if they saw something like it on TV(even given that Beccy has endured about a month of it, and I've been doing it since I was 5).
Now its taited again with that, 'she encouraged it' stigma. My mum thinks that smiling at someone is a come-on on my behalf. But then if I don't smile I'm a surly bitch who no one will ever like.
Just once I wish that I could point to something and as, it was like that. And maybe some trash-watching people like me will go 'ahhhh... I see exactly'. And not think of me as the whinger or the brazen hussy tempting husbands.
It still hurts, even though I am well out of it now. I guess I hang on to things too much, like everyone says. But how can you let things go that can't be resolved?

1. Multiple orgasms
2. We don't have to stand up to pee
3. Double coated Tim Tams
4. Common poperty laws
5. The ability to use both sides of our brains at the same time
6. 50% off sales no-one hears about but you
7. Having that uber-sensitive 'down-there' bit safely tucked away so we don't
hit it accidently while watching TV (We know you do it guys...)
8. Hollywood tape
9. Triple chocolate ice cream
10. Power steering

(I dreamt this this afternoon while I was having a nap... it may have been caused by a combination of no sleep, caffine pills, hunger and watching too much Last Comic Standing...)

Today I had my first exam, at 8:30 am (actually my first exam was on monday but it was my fail subject and so I failed it...).
I stayed awake all night last night; not of my own accord, I wanted to get a nap in before I had to get ready to go to my exam, but it just wouldn't happen. So I tossed and turned until the alarm went off at 6:30 am. I attempted to imagine the alarm was a very early text message, but no luck. lol I was very very tired this morning (I think that over the last three nights I've had about 5 hours sleep all up) so I took one of Nathon's No-Doz things that he takes at work sometimes, and while it kept me awake, I still felt like a bus had hit me, reversed over me, then done an oil change into my open scalp.
Plus, it was bitterly cold today. It's meant to be cold here but in three years I haven't felt it this cold. And the wind was incredible. If you faced into the wind you literally couldn't breath. So it was more difficult walking up to the exam room than actually doing the exam, which I think went pretty well. Surprise surprise for me, I was desperatly afraid of failing, and intermitantly burst into tears about it all last night. lol
Sorry if I've spelt eveyrhting wrong, I am desperatly tired and I have a bad headache, and therefore have no idea what I'm typing really.
But I am excited beacue I think I passed my exam really well... so yah for me.
Anyway, I gotta go for now, if Nathon is any later home I'll probably drop by again to pass the time.
Hugs and double coated chocolate llamas from
*Burn

I know, I know, it's simply the dumbest thing I could write about, but Nathon is late and I watch too much TV, so the two combined mean pointless lists. Don't hate cause I'm odd.

1. Buffy and Clair were both cheerleaders until bad circumstances caused them to leave their homes. (Buffy burnt down the gym, Clair is wanted by a weird organisation that wants to 'study' her)
2. In the Doppleganland parallel universe, Buffy has a big scar on her face. In the five years later ep of Hero's, Peter Petrelli has a big scar on his face.
3. Reading thoughts only gets you into trouble (It almost killed Buffy in 'Earshot', not to mention alienated her from her friends. The psychic cop in Hero's alientates his wife and gets captured by that weird company... more experiments insue.)
4. The politician is evil. Five years on Nathan Petrelli is evil (actually, he's Silas...). In Buffy, the Mayor Richard Wilkins is evil (a deamon thingy that wanted to destroy the world by becoming a big snake...)
5. The Government tries to harness the powers of weird things, when this fails, they either ignor them or kill them. The Inititive in Buffy tried to use demons and then demon/human hybrids as new kinds of soldiers. Didn't work out well. So they tried to kill everything. Then when this failed, and they were all saved by a girl in heels, they pretended it never happened. In the five years later episode, the psychic cop works for homeland security. I think he died.... 
6. When the going gets tough, both Clair and Buffy run away to somewhere else and become waitresses under assumed names. 
7. You always let your best friend know you have super powers. This usually gets them hurt. Clair told her best friend, he got his memory erased. Buffy told Willow and Zander; their hurts include: dating demons, getting bitten/kidnaped/tapped for blood/knocked unconscious by various demons, broken bones, losing your memory, etc. etc. etc. the list is endless.
8. To kill the big villian and save the world, you have to stab him with a big ass sword specially designed for the purpose. Buffy had to stab evil Angel through the heart with a sword to save the world from Acathla, who Angel just happend to have summoned to destroy the world. Then Caleb came along and Buffy had to kill him with another big ass sword (didn't save the world though). Hiro has to stab Silas with a big ass sword specially designed for the purpose, to stop him killing all the hero folk and inevitably causing Peter to kill a big bunch of people when he explodes.
9. There's always a big, big explosion; with someone innocent in the middle of it who doesn't want to blow up. Spike blew up in the final season, it save the world but I don't imagine he was thrilled.  Peter will eventually blow up in New York. This will not save the world. I don't think...
10. Sibling relations are very streatched, but one always sacrifices something to save tohe other. Buffy killed herself to save Dawn (you'd wonder why, she was a pain the... erm, neck). Nathan gave up a sure-fire run straight to the presidency because it would mean that Peter would blow up...

So far though there has been no drastic romantic/sexual tension in Heros to speak of... Buffy was all about the tension. Maybe one day.

Wow... I truly am the cure for insomnia.

Indeed... I know it sounds bad. I honestly can't set mouse traps or see the dead mouse 'cause it makes me cry. But there's only so much one can take of a mouse nawing on the back of your wardrobe... especially when its a rental unit and your rental manager is a very bitter bleached woman who could find a fault with the Mona Lisa.
So I attempted to chop the mouse. Lucky for him/her (I respected its privacy), I have a lousy aim. I learnt some sword play once, from a guy trying to pick me up. I scored a point off him first and that was the end of the lesson. So the mouse can find solice in the fact that although I was trying to kill him, he was saved by my lack of willingness to suck at something to impress a guy. Anyway....
The mouse is now hiding under my bed and I can't stand it. I think he's here because we forgot to put the garbage out on wednesday night; we always get a mouse when that happens... You'd think we'd learn huh?????
So when he gets home Nathon will have to set a trap for the little mischeif maker. Poor little guy, I hate killing them. It must be a horrible death, all squished under that bit of metal. But it has to go because we can't have it chewing into the wall anymore.
But I still feel bad.

The other night (read: a few weeks ago) Nathon and I went out for dinner and were greated on our way by a mostly used cauliflower scattered all over our drive way....

I'm really not sure why... But I am sure it is the work of the New Neighbour. He is a stupid, football crazy, drunken, abnoxious, dirty idiot. Since he moved in he's also put chicken bones, apple cores, tissues and cigarette butts on our driveway. I saw him and his 'mates' flicking cigarette butts onto their neighbours roof the other day too.  The reason I took pictures is because the Malibu Orc will blame us for all this weirdness unless I have proof.

I may be weird but I have a digital camera and I'm not afraid to use it.... lol

It's that time again: my wonderful man's birthday is coming up in lateish July. He'll be turning 23 (poor old sod lol just joking honey).
Party supplies, well, I am a little over board with them: I am stock piling balloons (I have a total of 72 balloons including assorted normal balloons, metallic balloons, and 'Happy Birthday' printed balloons), two different types of candles ('2' and '3' number candles and 10 large silver candles), a Happy Birthday banner, and 3 different types of 'party scatters'(fancy term for bits of shiny stuff in shapes...). I still need streamers, wrapping paper, gift ribbon, party poppers, those whistle things and something that is on the edge of my brain that I can't remember...
As for presents I have a shiny, black MP3 player and Sniper Elite on PS2... I am looking to also get him a new wallet, and something else and a special surprise thing that I can't even tell you (its not very flashy or cool, its just kind of nice  ) 
I have a special cake design already planned out, which includes my super dooper mud cake and royal icing.
His folks are off on a trip on the other side of Australia so I don't have to share him at all, and I want to make it great.
But what birthday wouldn't be great with 72 balloons????? lol
*Burn

I still can't quite believe it, but a few weeks ago now 3 of my poems were published in a very groovy e-zine called Poetry Life and Times ( http://www.poetrylifeandtimes.com/ look for Loni Yarnold if you go there, that's me ). Even higher on the wow scale is that people like my poetry (people who have done it already, and done it well). This I was not expecting... I actually expected some kind of backlash where phrases like 'What the hell is she doing on here?' were bandied about recklessly by people with books and degrees and tenure and things... But people actually like it. I'm not getting too hopped up on this, I know that where there are people who like it there will be people next door who don't... I am just happy that I'm not a complete failure in this.
Anyway, back to the studying.... may procastinate here later, so forgive me...
Hugs and stuff,
*Burn

The wonderful, awesome people at Poetry Life and Times (http://www.poetrylifeandtimes.com/) are going to publish my poems in their June edition!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I seriously freaked out. Although this is the best thing ever, I am terrorfied. What if people don't like it???? I'm pulling at my hair in a combination of fear and exhilaration.
This is what I have dreamt of for a very long time. So while I learn to deal witht he fact that people who should know think I'm good, I still have huge doubts with teeth....
Putting that aside, hooray for me!!!