Rants of a Rebecca

Friday, October 27, 2006

This blog moved ages ago, but I only just realised the link didn't move with it. You can find me now at www.trampanto.com See you there soon. Blog Out, HooRoo, Rebecca.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Spring Cleaning

Hi Rants Readers. I'm doing an upgrade of my servers and website. What this means is the Rants will be up and down like a yo-yo, for the next week or so. Don't worry, I will be back into the full swing of things soon. HooRoo Rebecca

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Split and fractured

Hi Tissues, and other non fall down things. It is with great sorrow I now mourn the passing of a friend. A friend who has been there with me through the good times and the bad. A friend who has grown with me, and out grown me at times. A friend who has given me pain at times, yet other times has eased my pain. A friend who has been there through the bland times, and the colourful times. But now they are no more. Yes Rants readers, last night, I said good bye to the toe nail on my second right toe. It all suddenly happened a few months ago. There I was cutting my toe nails, when I noticed that 2R was looking a little worse for wear. A blood blister had formed under part of the toe nail, and the other half was split and nearly falling off. Oh I tried and tried to save it, but it was all in vain. 2R had decided her time had come, and growing she would do no more. Over the next few months, she split and fractured more and more, to the point where last night, the last section of what could be deemed a toe nail came loose. We have now gone our separate ways. So I ask of you all, to spare a minute of your thoughts, bow your head, and look at your own toes. Hopefully you will never have to suffer the loss I have suffered. I would now like to present to you an ode to my toe nail.

Oh nail of toe. A woe woe woe, Is me. Instead of being trimmed, Your life has reached the brim, And now you are gone. Never again to be painted green. Never again, to be seen. You now leave me odd, With these feet of mine. Ten toes I have, But nails, only nine.

Now if you will all excuse me, I need a moment alone. Blog Out, HooRoo Rebecca

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Shadow angles, it

Hi Bed Crumbs, and other non Bert objects. Well guys, I am sorry to say, I forgot to take my camera to hockey. But don't worry, I had my mobile phone there, so I still got some photos of me as a goalie. Seeing as though, I had to transfer them to the computer, I decided to clear out the memory from my phone while I was at it. So now I will present a section of images from my phone.

Me with all the gear on. It was after the game, and I couldn't be bothered walking back to the goals for the photo to be taken.

And to prove it was me, here I am with out the helmet on.

Taken a few years ago now, my son Adrian eats a banana, this was back in the days before they were more expensive than buying your first home.

One of me after having had professional make up done. I pulled out my 500 Watt light to try and get some interesting shadow angles, it didn't really work. I had the make up done because the woman who did it was doing her exams for make up and needed a model. It was a fun day.

A couple from the last time I saw my kids. Adrian playing around and having fun, Zachary just happy to have a box to play in. I think he was being a bulldozer in this photo, hence the sound effect lips.

Zachary just being Zachary. Despite everything this kid has been through in his life, a smile was hard to not find on his face.

Some autumn leaves. I intended to use this as a desktop, but I hadn't set my camera to a high enough resolution, so it just didn't work out. The Chupa Chup photo is one of the first I took with the phone. Nice price rollback there Safeway Supermarkets.

Adrian at a partially completed MCG. This was during an AFL game, and shows the new Northern Stand Being built, we were sitting in the Olympic Stand, which is now long gone.

A couple of silly photos. My friend got a unicycle from his wife for his birthday. A note to everyone, that trying to ride a unicycle in a skirt and heels is a very bad idea. The look on my face says it all. The second photo shows what some people think of the tram system in Melbourne. I tend to agree, it should be protected.

Adrian playing, Zachary contemplating. I think Adrian is wondering what he will play on next. I think Zachary is wondering how long it will be before he gets to eat again.

Not one by me. This is a promotional photo from the 1970s for the new Hitachi trains, and the prototype PCC1041 tram. The trains are still running in service to this day, but their days are very numbered now, we only have about 6 left, and they are restricted in what services they can do. The tram is now in the Hawthorn Museum, striped of many of its parts so it will never run again. The design was used as the base design for the Z class trams.

A sign from Perth. If they know what the car thief looks like, then why not just arrest the guy? As for the Mullet Wig, I saw this in a shop in Melbourne. The funny thing is, the suburb where the photo was taken, has more people with mullets per capita than anywhere else on earth.

One of me having just had my hair cut and coloured. At this point in time I was still waiting on my good glasses to be repaired. The ones I am wearing I hate to high heavens, but at least I could see. I had to look my best for the events of the next few days. The second photo is a few days after the events of the next few days. I was recovering in hospital after some minor surgery back in February this year. I had to take the photo to prove to the person I was talking to on the phone that I was ok. Gee I hated those pyjamas.

Zachary playing in the great outdoors. This was about a year after he had broken his collar bone, doing just this in a playground. There is no stopping this kid. No wonder his nickname was Mr Independent. The other photo is the Spud Train in Warrnambool. While I have never driven this train, I can recommend their potatoes, well worth the drive. Well there you all have it. That should be enough photos to last everyone for another year. Blog Out HooRoo Rebecca

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

I only hope

Hi Wicker Baskets, and other non woven wooden things. Just wondering why Mountain Bread is called Mountain Bread, when it is completely flat. But I guess Open Plains Bread doesn't quite have the same ring to it. Anyway, that is not what this rant is about. This is just another boring update on Rachy. When I went to see her today, her door was closed. That could only mean one of three things

She was having a 'time out' for being naughty.
She had escaped.
She was dead.

It turns out, she had just been moved to another room. I guess I have to broaden my views some what to include that option next time. She is doing pretty good. She got off one of the medications she was on, the one making her drowsy, and was actually quite perky and with it today. Which on the positive side meant I got to have a good chat with her. On the negative side, it means I didn't get to steal her sandwiches, but there will be another time. We discussed a few of the world happenings at the moment. One of them being The Israeli / Lebanon thing. After the Israelis blew up a drilling rig, thinking it was a mobile missile launcher. Blew up some UN personnel, thinking it was 'wabbit season / duck season'. And blew about people going ape shit about them blowing up things all around, it was decided our peace plan wouldn't work. We agreed that any problem can be solved with ice cream and sprinkles, but the Mr Whippy Van might get mistakenly blown up for being a mobile chemical bomb factory. I promise, we had no intentions of selling hot dogs from the thing, honestly. Apparently the two other inmates she now shares the room with complained about Rachy having her light on to read. Amazingly they managed to do this through telepathy, or at least that is the only way they could have done it, given they were both asleep and snoring at the time. I guess that nurse has special powers. The other one was to start a new television show called "Pimp My Chair". If anyone can think of how to make Rachy's chair "fully sick mate" then let us know, we might just surprise her one day with it. The idea for PMC came about after yet another discussion of Royal Stalag, it is good we can both laugh about this place now. I only hope they can make it better for those who are there and those who will be there in the future Rachy wishes everyone well, and thinks one of the guys who works around the place definitely wears a toupee. Either that or a cuscus has died on his head and he hasn't noticed in the last ten years. Blog Out, HooRoo, Rebecca

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Worry there is

Aren't human beings a funny thing? I don't know why anyone would ever want to be one, but as my motto says, "Each To Their Own". Over the last few days I have overheard some wonderful acts of foot in mouth, and been involved in one myself. I will go in order of events, which means I get to embarrass myself first. On Friday night I was having dinner with a girlfriend of mine. As we waited for our meals, we were flicking through the newspapers there, and I started reading the Personals section. Now it is not that I am looking for anyone, I just find these things funny. As I read one of the ads, I realised I had misread it, and pissed myself laughing, my friend, lets call her Lisa (not her real name) asked me what was so funny. This is how events went from there. Me: I was reading this personals ad, this is what I thought it said, "30yo woman, with a gash, looking...." But after reading it again, I realised it was actually gsoh. Lisa: [laughing]: You are such an idiot sometimes. Why would someone advertise that? Me: [laughing harder]: I know, I misread it, but it is funnier this way. Here, see it for yourself, it does look like that. I handed the paper to Lisa, and she went bright red. I asked her what was up, and she replied. "This is my ad. I put it in there." Now guess who was going red. The second one happened on Saturday night at Hockey. I went along to support one of our teams, who were playing a bit short of players that night. One of the girls watching the game said she would play, as much as her mother didn't want it to happen, give in this girl is 18 weeks pregnant at the moment. One of the other players there asked: Other Player: So how did all this happen? Mother: Well the stupid bitch slept with her dead beat boyfriend, and low and behold she got up the duff. So now that dead beat has done a runner, she has to bring the kid up on her own. Other player: Oh I was just wondering why the team was short actually. The third one happened after my game on Sunday, where I had a clean sheet as a goalie. Sorry guys, there are no photos yet, I forgot to take my camera. But don't worry, I am in goals again next week, so I will make sure I have my camera there. Anyway, these two women had been chatting for most of the game, when one said to the other: One: I was up the snow last weekend, and there was this bunch of guys trying to pick up this girl. She was good looking and all that, but it was so obvious she was a transsexual. Two: Oh yeah, how do you know that, I mean what made it so obvious? One: Well I can pick them a mile away. Those people really stand out, I don't know how they think people don't know. Two: So if someone like that was say, standing next to you, you would know? One: Absolutely, in an instant, it is always so obvious. I mean these guys couldn't pick it, but I always can. Two: Oh, that is interesting, because I had that surgery a few months ago. One: No way, that's impossible, you're not a freak. The others there all turned to One and agreed with what Two had said. One sudden had to leave for some reason. To finish things off, another one from Saturday night. One of the young girls playing on the Saturday night, came back to where we were all sitting, with the following statement. "There is a guy down there, and he is like, you know, a real pervert. He has mxymatosis in his eye, and you all know how he got that like." The older ones of us there looked at her puzzled and enquired how. She rolled her eyes and said, "He got it having sex with rabbits, that's the only way you can get it like." So all in all, an interesting weekend. Blog Out HooRoo Rebecca

Friday, July 21, 2006

Any news at

Hi Potholes, and other non avoidable traffic hazards. In the Hockey photos comment section, the discussion has now moved across to my summer sport, that being Cricket. It appears that Tom is becoming a bit of an Australian played sports tragic, and can't get enough. The question is though, does everyone else want to see a post about cricket? It is a subject that I can crap on a fair bit about, so the boredom factor is a big issue. So I will leave the decision up to you all. Do I blog about cricket, and if so, should the blog entry be in the form of a Test Match, a One Dayer, or a Twenty20 game? Personally, I like Test Matches. In other news, well there really isn't any news at the moment. I've been in one of the dips of the rollercoaster ride that is life, so I have been keeping pretty quite with things. I know what the issues are, and I am dealing with them, but it would be nice if these issues didn't exist. But now I have worked out a way to get back, and things are improving. Now for all of those who have been asking, I am goalkeeping this week at hockey, and I will take along my camera, so there should be photos of me looking like the side of a bus on the Rants soon. Speaking of buses, apparently mine is now sleeping with Cazzie's bus. I will check on it tomorrow. Blog Out, HooRoo, Rebecca.