Rants of a Rebecca

Mmm, should I up the rate

Hi Cherry blossoms, and other non pink things. Well as my regular readers will know, there has not been any updates here at the Rants for a little while. I'd like to take this point in time to thank everyone who sent me emails and the like, wondering if I was ok. Dang I hate how sarcasm doesn't work out when you type. Anyway, despite the fact none of you care, I am now back. My troubles began the day after my last blog, no internet service. Quite a few abusive phone calls later, I am now back online. The highlight of my time away would have to have been dealing with this guy in a typical Indian call centre, who had a very thick accent all the time, except for when he said his name. His name by the way was.....BOB. In other news, I have been breath tested another four times since I last blogged. The police are out to get me, I know they are, they are just going about it the wrong way. When they start doing random DNA testing, I know I will be in trouble then. They will finally be able to work out that it was me who licked the vegemite knife, then used it again. Another weird dream last night, thankfully not a long one this time. I was out in the back yard, getting corn. When I tore back the outer layer of one of the pieces of corn, it contained about half a dozen brown trout. They were all alive, and of decent size. From there it jumped to a scene in a suburban street, where a mobile lawyer had set up his booth, and all the cork boards had signs on them saying 40% off all photos. Mmm, should I up the rate, or down the rate of medication? Maybe I just need to start taking some. My toe is recovering nicely, today is the first day of it not being covered up, so it will be interesting to see how things go. I tried wearing a pair of low heels for the first time the other day, definitely a bad choice to make. They will just have to wait a few more weeks before getting the stench from my feet again. Well I know this is a shit boring post, I get this way around this time of year. It is coming up to Christmas, but more importantly for me, my eldest sons' birthday. December 25 is a double downer day for me right now, so instead of really stressing over it, I tend to switch off a bit. In eight weeks time I am off on an overseas holiday, yay! An update of my passport was needed, because since the last one was issued, I've changed my name. It is nice to know that in a democracy like Australia's, some dipshit whose name was drawn out of a hat, which makes him manager for a day, can refuse me a passport. After a few hours of arguing with him, with me stating the policy of the department, and him telling me not to tell him how to do his job, he finally took 2 minutes to read what I had been telling him. Now in a few weeks I get to pick up my passport, and maybe take a dump on his desk. I will see how I feel on the day. And now, it is competition time. Seeing as though Hillbilly Mom is the most constant reader here, she has been chosen to represent all of you other readers. What I am doing is thinking of a number, if Hillbilly Mom can think of what that number is, and guess it correctly, I will post my passport photo here. Good luck everyone, you will need it. Oh and to make things easier, it is a number between 10 and 20. Well it is now breakfast time for me, so as you all know. Blog Out HooRoo Rebecca

posted by Rebecca @ 12/10/2005 09:00:00 am