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.
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Rebecca
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.
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HooRoo,
Rebecca
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.
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HooRoo
Rebecca
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.
Snow Jokes continued...
Well it's time for another exciting episode of Bob and Carl, Snowmen.
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HooRoo,
Rebecca.
As the high
Hi Folded Sheets, and other non scrunched paper.
Well for a while now, some of my readers have been asking to see the photos of me playing hockey.
So with out further ado, I bring you the said photos. Now the blurriness of some of these pics has nothing to do with the excellent photographic skills of Cazzie. The problem is, like the Loch Ness Monster, I am very allusive, and hard to capture on film.
Early in the game, on our way to scoring one of six goals for the game. I scored none this round, curse playing at fullback.
Getting ready to block the attack of the opposition. As the high fullback, I run most of the field. Thankfully this game, our goalkeeper didn't get too much of a work out.
Just getting to the line of the ball, felling pretty stuffed at this stage. Too much running around.
I'm in this photo somewhere, just proving there are other on the field, and these photos were not a set up.
Head down, arse up, hit the ball. People can stand 5 yards away from a ball being hit, in the hope of stopping it, when a free hit is taken. After one or two hits from me, they tend to stand 20-30 yards away. I haven't earned the nickname "The Ten Foot Tall Woman, With The Big Hit" for nothing you know.
Warning: The over use of ventolin, can have side effects. I had to take a break after everything started spinning. a few minutes later, I wanted back into the action, this is me waiting to get back on, secretly thinking "I hope someone gets injured soon". The thing above my head is my last ounce of energy, drifting off into the night.
Bit of leg work for those who are interested. The white things in my socks are my shinguards, and they get a bit of a work out during a game. The other lump is my ventolin pump, something that also gets quite a work out during a game.
As you can see, one of Cazzies kids is quite ashamed at having to be seen at one of my hockey games. I don't blame him. Another is trying to run away, but I paid her brother $1 to make sure it didn't happen. Poor kid, she will be scarred for life now.
Proving that Cazzie was also there, one of her kids stole the camera. He didn't know where the delete button is though, hence you all have to put up with these photos.
Finally a "Where's Becky". I am in this photo somewhere. The angle is due to the kids fighting over the camera. I think it was concerning who had the better throw in their arm, in hope of knocking me out.
Well there you all go. I hope that is enough for you all. If not, well tough, I doubt there will be anymore taken, especially since for the next few weeks, I will be wearing the goalkeeping gear for the games, and that really is a scary thing to see.
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HooRoo,
Rebecca
The old caravan
Hi Mandarins, and other non citrus misspelled Asian locations.
Well readers, I think I have finally recovered enough to bring you the last installment of the Krispy Kreme saga. Yes it is finally time for the review of the product.
First of all, I will start with my introduction to the said product. As I waited in line to get my two dozen donuts, I was handed a freshly made KK Original off the production line.
I would have to say, this didn't taste too bad, but the amount of sugar on the donut (called "glazing") was amazing. I had no idea you could put that much sugar on a product. Heck, even raw sugar cane doesn't contain as much sugar, and I was getting a dozen of these things.
Next came selection time. Each donut will be rated out of five donut holes. After all, the better the donut, the more of the holes you want to eat. I rate the original glazed, 3 holes. Provided it is fresh and hot.
Chocolate Iced with Sprinkles. I have never been one to eat chocolate icing. In fact I detest the very taste of chocolate milk, chocolate cake, or chocolate icing. But for some reason I like chocolate on it's own. But anyway, this donut is just a case of taking the original donut, and adding more sugar, this time in a variety of colours, nestled on a thin layer of run of the mill chocolate icing. Rating, 0.5 of a hole.
Chocolate Iced, Custard Filled. I couldn't bring myself to eat this donut, so instead, I gave it to one of Cazzie's kids. As we all know, kids love anything food like, especially junk food. Her daughter took enough of a bite out of the donut to be able to suck the custard out, and then didn't want anymore. The custard in question, well I have never seen custard like it before. It kind of looked like some kind of polyfiller you would use if your space shuttle had tiles falling of it. Rating, No Holes.
Raspberry Flavoured. This one was more along the lines of what a donut tastes like. The jam had the texture of A Negative blood, which is normal for a jam donut, and thankfully the jam wasn't too sweet, which mixed nicely with that famous"glazing" used on the outside of the donut. If I was attending a football game, and these were the donuts on offer, then I would certainly consider them for a three quarter time snack. Rating, 4 Holes.
Chocolate Iced, Creme Filled. Now for me, the word is spelt cream, not creme. Bit given the name of the store is Krispy Kreme, I could have settled for a bit of marketing on the manufacturers part, with this donut being called the Chocolate Iced, Kreme Filled. The ploy being that the "kreme" used is a secret recipe, known only to three people in the world, who are not allowed to fly on the same aeroplane. If there is such a secret, then could these three people please fly on the same plane that crashes? As some people say "White is not a colour, it is a shade", this filling should be known as "It is not filling, it is just a void made to look like filling". Rating, 0.75 Holes.
Cinnamon Apple Filled. I must say, this donut actually had some taste. I think it has to do with not being covered in that special "glazing" which can only be found on these donuts, and as the walls of aquariums. The filling contained actual chunks of something that might actually be apple, and the texture of the over all donut was quite pleasant. It kind of reminded me of something you would get from a country bakery as you toured through the hills on a Sunday drive. Rating, 4.5 Holes.
Blueberry Flavoured. The look of this donut is "I've been sitting in the sun for a week", but that aside, not too bad a taste. Instead of calling it Blueberry flavoured, it should be called "What is that secret hint of flavour? It's blueberry". If there was more Blueberry in this donut, it would rate higher, but still, not too bad an effort. Rating, 3 Holes.
Glazed Lemon Filled. Now I am someone who loves a good lemon. Growing up we had a lemon tree in the back yard, so picking and eating them straight from the tree was the norm. Because of this upbringing, I am partial to just about all things lemon-y, so I was looking forward to this donut. I would have to say that I wasn't overly disappointed either, there was a nice mix of lemon filling, which was offset nicely by the donut casing. Rating, 3.5 Holes.
Powdered Strawberry Filled. If marshmellows could bleed, then this is what they would be like. A very strange donut indeed. With most filled donuts, you can feel when you bite through to the gooey stuff in the middle, but with this one, you bite into it, and wonder why your teeth are suddenly together. Where did the donut go? Oh, I am eating it. The donut is the kind that you feel like you could eat a dozen of them, and no one would know, because they are so light to eat. The problem is, the jam dripping from the corner of your mouth, and the ring of icing sugar around your lips, that make you look like you have just given mouth to mouth to a cocaine factory, would be a give away. All in all, a rather tasteless experience. Rating, 1 Hole.
Glazed Cruller. A weird donut. Think original KK donut, but one you could use to replace a broken sprocket in your gearbox. Rating, 2 holes.
Glazed Devils Food. If you saw this donut in the middle of the footpath, you would step around it, and curse people who don't pick up after their dogs. Another one i could not bring myself to eat, touching it was bad enough. I left this one to Cazzie to eat, but it's last known whereabouts is unknown. Rating, No Holes.
So all in all, would I travel across town to get these donuts again? Simple answer is no. I don't know how people can crave these things that much, it is just good marketing I guess. But if I was walking along the street and had the sudden urge for a donut, then something from here would do the job.
I am now considering starting a new blog, looking for the best donut I can find, but I don't think my waistline could handle it. For now, when I really want a donut, I will just have to stick to the Olympic donuts from the old caravan at Footscray Station. Mmmmm, donuts.
Blog Out,
HooRoo,
Rebecca
Though this place
Hi Heart shaped boxes, and other non medical type storage devices.
This was meant to be a blog entry about donuts. Hey I know I have been crapping on about them, but I have to milk it for all it is worth. But instead it is back to some dream analysis.
It has been a while since I've had weird dreams, but last night, there were two. Short dreams, but dreams none the less. Names of people have been changed so that the innocent are protected.
First dream.
Back when I worked in AudioVisual, we use to have an inhouse technician at the Melbourne Town Hall.
Well last night, I had a dream that one of the techs I use to work with had returned to be the inhouse tech at the MTH. They were so pleased that this was happening, that they held a ticket tape parade, and a public holiday was granted to the people of the fair city.
The weird thing is, the person in question was never the Inhouse tech there.
Second Dream.
My friend Anna and I, were about to go camping. Before that though, we decided to get something to eat, and headed down to a suburb called Camberwell to get said food.
For some reason, Camberwell had been turned into a large modern open air plaza. There were people everywhere, and even though this place was about a kilometre long, and about half a kilometre wide, all the tables and chairs matched. I couldn't find anything I liked to eat, so I just sat down at one of the tables. Anna soon returned, and with her was a large Bull Mastiff dog. This dog took an instant liking to me, and kept wanting me to pat it. The problem was, each time I patted the dog, which was hard to avoid, because it kept jumping all over me, something happened to the plaza.
Each time I patted the dog, one of the little stores, was overtaken by the large store which dominated the plaza. The name of this store was "Fällige Kleidung für Männer".
Now for all of you who are having troublr understanding German as you read this, that means "Mature Clothing For Men".
So there are the dreams, make of them what you will.
I think the donuts from a place with initials which makes them one letter short of a racist movement may have had something to do with it, but yesterday I only ate my final half a donut.
Today I am off to play hockey yet again. The good thing is for all of you who have been wanting to see me in my uniform, this could be the day. Cazzie is hoping to get to the game, and to have her camera with her. If there are photos, I will publish them.
Speaking of photos, Cazzie actually has some on her site of me. Quite embarrassing I have to say, but worth having a look for the laugh.
Blog Out,
HooRoo,
Rebecca.
Rachy in Camp
Hi Paper Clips, and other non Sex Pistols clothing.
I think I have gone blind.
Yesterday I made it out to the Krispy Kreme donut store, waited in line for nearly an hour, and obtained some of their said product. Now the tasting has begun.
As I stood in the queue, I started to get a headache from all of the sweet sugary fried smell. This was an issue, because I had only been in the queue for five minutes, and I wasn't even inside the store yet. I knew this was going to be bad, but oh so good at the same time.
As I shuffled forward, getting closer and closer to the display window, free piping hot donuts, Krispy Kreme Originals were being handed out. I must say at this point in time, my first contact with one of these donuts, wasn't all that bad, but I have to say, not earth moving. There was a slight amount of disappointment creeping into my stomach. But good donuts was not the reason for this journey. Having an adventure to blog about was the entire point of the matter.
I made my selection, one dozen original donuts, one dozen variety donuts, paid my $23.90, and walked out of the store.
The next step was to ride back across town, but with an important stop along the way. I really should have made a toilet stop somewhere, but fear of having someone steal my donuts, made me take my bladder to new extremes.
I made my important stop, to see Rachy in Camp Austin. I dumped my bags, rushed to the toilet, and gave birth to Sydney Harbour. I had no idea I could hold that much fluid in me.
Anyway, after that business was out of the way (and after I washed my hands), I handed Rachy a prized original glazed KK donut.
She seems to be recovering well, which is good, except given I have now taken her in Sherbet Bombs, and a donut, I think she will end up with diabetes if I keep visiting her.
From there, I headed off to work, where the sight of a White box, with green dots on it, caused many people to drool. A few originals were handed out to a couple of friends. It was like feeding Gremlins after midnight, and the thought that I should have got more, so I could have just dumped and run, to save myself, came to mind. Thankfully I got out of there alive.
My supply of donuts was diminishing by the minute, but I still had one more delivery to make. As I passed through Spatula City on the train, Andy was waiting on the platform for me, and more donuts were handed over. I said "There you go", he said "Boobies".
Fast forward to today. For breakfast I have now sampled most of the donuts from the variety box. Another posting will cover my review of these products, after all, I have to try and stretch this thing out to get my bloggingsworth of it. All I will say is, the sugar is kicking in, and now I am definitely going blind, and I wish this twitch would stop.
Blog Out,
HooRoo
Rebecca
Mile round trip
Hi Lard, and other non wheelchair ramp fun compounds.
This is mainly a post to my American readers, but anyone with local knowledge, I look forward to your comments too.
Recently Krispy Kreme donuts opened their first Melbourne Store, and the place has been doing great guns. So I have been thinking about biting the bullet, or should I say donut, and get me some. Sure it is a 60 mile round trip from home to there, but what the heck.
The problem is, I have never tried the said product, so I really don't kow which ones to get. While in Thailand, I got to try Dunkin Donuts, but the KK variety have not passed my lips.
Anyone who has experience with these donuts, please ket me know which ones you think are worth getting, I will blog the results of my intake.
Blog Out,
HooRoo,
Rebecca.
Will not find
Hi Bad Nurses, and other non Austin type things.
This week I began using the services of a new lawyer, for the case regarding my children. I'm going to be up for about $6000-$10,000 for the case, if their are appeals and so forth it will most likely double in that price. But that is a small price to pay, and the good thing is my ex will be up for about the same amount of money. The difference between the two of us is I have a job, so I can afford it, where as the ex will just have to do some more leaching.
I think I have made up my mind not to buy a car. It is not that I don't want one, it is just that I don't really need one. What I think I will do is just hire one as I need it. The running costs of a car are about $150 a week for an average size car. But I could hire one as needed for about $40 a day. About the only time I will need one is when I have my kids over for the weekend, so at this point in time, I really don't see the need to buy one.
In other vehicle news, I finally came off my motorbike the other morning. There I was waiting for the traffic lights to change, as a car slowly pulled up next to me in the other lane. At the last minute, he decided to change lanes, and swerved into me, knocking me and the bike over.
Thankfully he hit me so slowly, that I could manage to handle the bike to the ground, and not do too much damage to it. I on the other hand, thankfully didn't get too much damage either, I have a few bruises, and my right wrist is a bit sore, but I'm fine. The funny thing is, after he did it, he jumped out of his car and said to me "What the F#$% do you think you are doing?" Bloody car drivers! Grrrrr.
To finish things off, I heard a joke the other day, which is doing the rounds. Not one of mine, but I still found it really funny.
Q: Why are Pirates, Pirates?
A: Because they Arrrrrrrr.
Blog Out,
HooRoo,
Rebecca
PS: After reading back on this post, it may sound like I have written angry. But the case is I am kicking back, enjoying a weekend off, and feeling pretty good.
