Thursday, July 31, 2008

Transmission Error

Having worked in an office since the age of 18, you can imagine I've had to deal with many photocopiers during my career.

I hate the bloody things.

They are notorious for jamming and breaking down when you need them most.

I was scouting around on YouTube last week and found this.

Just another reason for me to hate these shithead machines lol.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Blowing Chunks Today

I really want a smoke. I'm still sitting here in my pjs, it's SO cold, and the rain is lashing against the windows. It's 10.44am Wednesday.

I'm almost tempted to get dressed and head for the store to buy a packet...shame you can't just buy them by the single. I've been sitting here thinking about who's not at work at the moment, so I can visit them and lend a cigarette. It's making me fidgety and down.

I want to sit outside on the top step and suck on the end of it (the smoke, not the step) and enjoy the feeling of it hitting the back of my throat.

That must sound disgusting to non-smokers.

And trying to blog is hopeless. When I stopped smoking earlier this year, (well from what I've noticed about my reactions), it's almost like I stop I hold my breath. Anyone else see the irony in that? lol.

Last time during the first week, I had to remind myself that it was ok to eat. I know! I'm in a bad way if I'm not eating. It was like nothing was allowed to touch my lips. Course, once I got over that hiccup, I ate quite happily and with great frequency and the scales dobbed me in to the doctor...twice. Blah.


ANYWAY, it's is now 1.04pm. I've spent a good part of today browsing around the "QuitSmoking" website...looking for incentive/motivation. I'm still very figdety...the good thing about that is I'm due at work in an hour, so I'll be busy for the rest of the day and some of those difficult hours of the night.

I'll tell you something though...I'm feeling this right to the pit of my's like a desire that needs to be fulfilled immediately. It'll go, I know that, but for the moment, my God!
Friday, July 25, 2008

Here We Go Again...

Ok, I'm doing it again.

Stopping smoking that is.

Smoked my last one a couple of hours ago.

Now have a patch stuck to my back.

Cameron said he will give me 15 days of support...and it will only continue past that point if I manage 15 days with good behaviour.

Me...not smoking...having to be good all the time.


I'll do my best to keep the whinging and mood swings to a minimum as much as possible in here.

I have to do this. I managed to go almost 4 months with only 2 cigarettes earlier this year. Started back kinda hesitantly - 1 a week, 1 every couple of days, etc etc...then moved onto the full blown smoking smoker. I'm not smoking to the same extent back before then...but I have obviously been smoking nonetheless.

Besides the obvious health benefits...I'm now a lot more aware of how I smell. I'm almost paranoid at the smell on my clothes and in my hair. You can't get away from it you know? You could change your clothes and shave your head after every cigarette...and the damn smell would just seep outta ya pores anyway.

My best mate's got the right idea...she stopped around 14 months ago...and has never had a puff since. From what she's told me, she'd still like to occasionally...but is scared that if she does....she could find herself straight back into it.

Anyway, just warning you...I'm having another go. There's probably no need to warn you's going to go very smoothly this time around.

Well, for the first 15 days anyway! haha
Thursday, July 24, 2008

Shopping the Right Way...

This is my kinda thinking.

Not great for my bank account of course, but still, I can see the rationale behind it.

Isn't it fabulous how strongly the man agrees! lol
Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Upstairs, Downstairs

My new tenants appear to be settling in well, and from what I can gather, so far the only real furniture they have is a lounge suite. It's unfortunate that they don't speak a lot of english...there is a definite language barrier.

Mum is staying with them for a few months to help them settle in, and she seems to speak better english than her son and daughter-in-law. I've had to come to the conclusion that if I need to talk to them about anything at length, it's better I go through the older brother who's english is impeccable. I can explain it to him, and he can be the unofficial interpreter.

Saturday morning I received a phone call from downstairs. The husband announced himself, and after that I had no idea what he was talking about. His mother gets on the phone saying "There is music...coming from roof...I don't know what it is, I don't know what it is."

I didn't have the television or the radio on up here...both the boys were still asleep, so it can't have been noise from us. I go down to investigate. Walking through the back door I find the three of them pointing at the the smoke alarm. Apparently it had gone off the morning before, and again just before they rang me. The wife had been cooking. The mother kept nodding her head and assuring me "no smokers here, no smokers here". Lots of hand signals and smiles later, I return to my own lounge.

Monday afternoon I pull into the garage at I walk up the stairs, my heart just about stopped when I find the mother standing at the top of those stairs waiting for me. She's such a tiny wee thing, 5 feet tall if that and she's pointing, laughing and talking about washing.

I round the corner of the house to find her also laughing daughter-in-law perched on top of one of the large planter boxes, kitchen window wide open, and about to climb through it. Apparently they'd been hanging out the washing and had locked themselves out of the house.

They appear to be friendly and happy people, with a good sense of humour. If nothing else, they are certainly keeping me entertained! lol
Tuesday, July 22, 2008

It Was a Dark and Stormy Night...

And I don't just mean the weather. You know my previous post just down there? I must've felt something coming on. You know like the calm before the storm kinda thing? God, it just made me think be careful what you wish for....or talk about.

Earlier in the evening Dan and I had been talking on the phone about guilt, not in any great depth, but talking about the guilt of our situation, how we came together etc. The guilt that lingers when you've hurt somebody you care for. My best friend had said that regardless of what you do, what you give to that person, compromise with that person, or even just let them have whatever they ask for (besides the obvious change of mind), the guilt won't go away in a hurry.

I mentioned that I still felt guilty about how I handled things with's not something I'm proud of...I hurt him terribly. I'm now passed the point of dwelling on that...I remember it, I feel bad, and I hope he's doing better. I can't taint my future by continually dragging in some of my bad choices and actions from the past. I can only learn from them and handle any similar situation differently, appropriately. (God forbid that will EVER happen again, felt like the proverbial revolving door there for a while *sigh*).

ANYWAY...the restlessness, pacing, feeling like I was missing something (besides my honey of course)...I switched on the computer and blogged about it. The day before I had been changing some settings on my PC, and unbeknownest to me the next night, my ICQ chat programme now boots up automatically on start up. While I was sitting here writing to you lot...I received an instant message from Neil.

My heart dropped into my stomach. "Well, well, look who we have here.." that's what it said. Short of shutting down ICQ, which would have basically just slammed the door in his face...not to mention made me look like I was lacking any shred of courage (I really DO need to get rid of some of my pigheaded pride)...I responded to him.

During our cold and frosty exchange, I find out he's still coming to New Zealand. He's still been in contact with my friend Anne (complete news to me, she'd said nothing), and apparently he's flying to Aussie to meet another good friend of his, so felt why not come over to NZ seeing as he was that close. He also said, then he could meet me face to face and find out the REAL reason he was dumped. The bottom line I believe is...he wants to stand in front of me and make me squirm, because he's convinced I have lied and cheated and he wants me to say it to his face.

I know, and some of you know, that I had indeed lied to him during this time, with all the shit that was going on in my head, and the stupidity of trying to keep everyone happy, I lied to spare feelings and save myself from having more shit flung into the mix. Another foolish mistake. What goes around comes around and now I may have to deal with him in person. I can of course always refuse to see him, and that's if he gives me the courtesy of ringing first as opposed to just turning up on the doorstep. The element of surprise would be more his style.

15 minutes later Dan rang. From the sound of my voice he knew something was obviously very wrong. It wasn't until I was talking to Dan that I realised I was actually physically trembling. I was doing my best to keep it in check, but my voice was shaking and then the dam burst and he had to deal with a near hysterical woman just before starting a night shift.

Neil got as much information out of me as I got out of him that night. Which was bugger all. The man's a Leo...the whole thing felt like a lion stalking it's prey. He was goading me, trying to fish for information, and I was pretty much swerving around it verball, refusing to give an inch. He's aware that Dan and I are a couple, and that's all he really needs to know as far as I'm concerned. If he wants dates and times etc, so he can have some sort of confirmation, he won't get it unless he asks me outright.

I turned up to see Anne the following morning to get some information out of her, and she had no idea when or even IF he's coming. Far as she knows he's not even booked. The two of them have had 4 email exchanges and one chat online over the past 6 months. I won't bother going into how I felt about her not letting me know sooner. It's irrelevant really. Neil was playing games with me during that chat trying to imply that they were thick as thieves (for want of a better phrase lol) and that I would soon be seeing him in my own personal space.

Once I'd spoken to Anne I felt much better I have to say. I'd had fuck all sleep the night before, more because of my friendship with her, than Neil's surprise announcement. I'd be more than happy to avoid him in person, which is sad on some levels. I told him that I could see no point in us meeting in person after everything we'd been through, and that I couldn't see the benefit in it. Perhaps he just needs to have some closure, or perhaps he just wants to give me a piece of his mind in person (as well as on here, it's not like he holds back). Eventually we ended the chat, me saying, "I trust you'll enjoy the rest of your day. Take care"...and him saying "I still think you should meet me for old time's sake".

Old time's sake...yes, I can see the reasoning behind that, certainly. But not after everything we've said and done to each other, in the recent past in particular.

Anyway, I've run out of time, I've got stuff to do before work. Was just thinking it's no wonder I was so bloody restless that night....I must've KNOWN what was coming. It's like The Secret, The Law of Attraction...I put it out there in the universe, by saying his name...and by God, if he didn't materialise before my eyes. Spooky! I also thought it would give you the opportunity to gasp again at something I've written, or at the very least say "Oh for fuck sake Lisa!!" I KNOW you want to! haha

I'm going to start talking about winning the lottery now lol
Saturday, July 19, 2008

Moving in the Wrong Direction

Well, it's more than apparent I have lost the challenge to blog every day in July. To be honest, I actually don't feel so bad about it today.

Ok, I feel a little bad about it. I truly do feel annoyed at myself for being so arrogant and saying it was a piece of cake and then going right ahead and failing. That'll serve me right for being so up myself eh? lol

It's pissing with rain this evening. The morning started exactly this way too...hours of torrential rain. It's been so loud this evening I've continued to keep raising the volume on the telly to hear the damn thing.

I feel restless this evening and the weather's only adding to it. I feel like I need to be doing something, I just haven't been able to figure out what that something is. Stupid, but true.

I often feel this way. Like there's so much more I could be doing (besides housework), yet I don't entirely know where to start. So I end up practically pacing around the house, getting odd looks from the kids as I turn up unexpectedly to 'visit' with them in their rooms.

Ever get that? Like you want to stay in and relax for the evening, but there's another force pulling you to move about? Or something. I realise I'm not describing it very well. it's the mood I'm in...kinda blah-ish I suppose. Blah-ish and mundane, perhaps feeling settled in a rut.

Maybe I'm craving excitment? Hm, maybe. But then I think I've managed to fit enough emotional 'excitement' and adjustments in my past 6 months in particular, I should be enjoying some down time.

Anyway, that's enough for now, just felt the need to move something and my fingers seemed the laziest and easiest option. Getting in to bed early with my book should alleviate this feeling....basically because I'll be asleep within the first 15 minutes I expect lol.

Hope you're all well and enjoying your weekends :)
Thursday, July 17, 2008

Radio Ga Ga

Many times over the past few years, I've stolen blog subjects off the radio. I have to admit, it's been some time since I did that, but if you've been reading me for a while, you may remember my radio posts. Generally subjects I've found interesting and wanted to either bring to your attention, or just basically discuss further (cos I'm like that.)

A post that springs to mind fairly quickly, was one I wrote about Polly having a microphone in the doctor's office while she was having a cervical smear. Caused a wee upset with a couple of the males that read me at the time. Considering both sides were purely giving their opinions on the matter and both had the right of reply...a respectful peace eventually settled in once again. (I will confess I was probably a tad harsh in the closing paragraphs of that post.)

Today I wanted to share with you the masterminds behind my favourite radio station here in Wellington and the people that have given me some interesting, if somewhat controversial subjects in the past. Apparently there's a bit of a phenomenon of lip-dubbing sweeping the globe(?). I had no idea this was happening. Yes I know that shows how much my finger has slipped off the pulse. Hush.

Without further ado, I give you...the fabulous Crew of Wellington's 91ZM. Enjoy!

*crowd goes wild*

I love all of this, but my favourite part has to be the elephant...that's just too funny. And furthermore, they're sooo damn clever, they did this all in one continuous editing. Told ya they were fab didn't I?
Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Back in the Saddle.

So to speak.

I'm home.

Just sayin'.

House not in such bad shape really.

Cat must've got locked in my bedroom. Found evidence of that *sigh*

Jo you'll be pleased to know that Cameron carried my rather heavy suitcase up from the car for me.

Ryan was asleep. Typical of him.

I'm knackered now and more than ready to get into my own bed to sleep.

Shame I had to leave my bed warmer behind, he's so good at doing that lol.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Grubby Thoughts

All this resting and relaxation is getting to me in some ways. We all know that I'm not going to win housekeeper of the year...I've made it more than obvious at times that Domestic Goddess is out of my league. And despite the fact I like my house to be orderly and clean...the covetted title of the big D.G. is never gonna be mine. I make valiant attempts to be...hell I'd even get on a chair and start vigorously wiping the walls in the kitchen if I thought someone was gonna see me do it. That's the important thing don't ya know? That someone see you do it. Important. Very.

That way, they have a visual...which in turn makes their mind think "Oh ok, and here's me thinking she never cleans anything at all around here...obviously I'm wrong, I am seeing this with my own two eyes an' all." *closes eyes, opens again* "Nope, it really is figment of my imagination going on here." The moment they've gone of course, I down tools and am back slumped on the sofa, watching Dr Phil, and munching out on chocolate and chippies (crisps).

Me? Rubber gloves, cleaning chemicals, blood and sweat, working my fingers to the bone? Come on. Really.

I'm probably not fooling anyone....the dirty house and extra body fat would be a clue. Damn my body for letting me down and showing it's traiterous self like that. Bad body! Bad!

Something interesting I've noticed (or not...interesting that is, not not noticed...I mean, shit...blah...never mind)...when I'm here at Dan's, and he has to work, which can often be the case...I spend some of my time thinking about all the things I have to do at home and how much I wish I was home to do them. Course if I was in my own house, I'm overcome with completely valid phrases like "oh I'll do that tomorrow"..."I'll get that done once Jaimee's gone"... and/or ..."I'll get one of the kids to do that shortly" (that last one being the biggest fantasy and crock of shit in my world).

With the flat being recarpeted and then tenants getting the once over etc, before coming down here, I started running out of time to give the house a clean. I always think I've got more time to do these things....most of the time I don't. I need to learn from past experience and start planning weeks ahead. And you know what? Do you all know how bloody pointless that would be?? I obviously fly down here on my own...that leaves two people still occupying my house. Two teenager male people....'nuff said.

So, in closing...until my children fly the coop, (get kicked out, go live with their father, run away with the circus, whatever) really is not possible for me to even get close to the bottom rung of the ladder of Domestic Goddessness. Until that time comes...I will just have to be a dirty girl. I'm starting to think it may be my calling. I may even embrace the whole idea of it. I mean to say, how hard can it be? I'll just keep on, keeping on...same old, same old. Voila! (for you Michelle lol).

Anyway, in further closing...I shall stop fretting about what I'm going to be faced with when I get home tomorrow evening. I shall step in the door with my eyes shut and 'feel' my way to the bedroom, dragging the suitcase behind me.

Surely all these words are enough to award me a pass for yesterday's absence? Go on, be a sport...we'll put it down to a mental health day, yeah? Everyone has those now and then, right?

Sunday, July 13, 2008


I felt so guilty for not following through with what I was going to do, that I couldn't help myself and had to come in tonight and post something.


And this is it.

For the time being anyway.
Saturday, July 12, 2008

I Surrender

It's hopeless really. I'm writing crap and boring myself shitless with anything I've put up this month.

Soooo, I've decided that while I'm down here (in the South that is), I'm going to give it a miss until I'm home and can come up with something more worthy of a read.

I'm not happy with most of what I've written this month. It's one thing to blog every's quite another to blog something interesting.

Bless you to those that have bothered coming in and giving it a look over regardless.

I'll be back, again. But for the time being, I'm waving the white flag and admitting defeat.

Catch you next week :)
Friday, July 11, 2008

Now...where were we?

This is me blogging from Dan's house.

This is me also thinking it was a mistake to say I would blog each and every day of July.

Who's stupid idea was that??!

20 fun-filled days to go. Woo hoo!

Thursday, July 10, 2008


Had one hell of a shift this morning. Thursday are starting to rival Monday mornings. As much as I enjoy my job, I'm feeling pretty glad it's over for a short time and I'm not due back until Monday week.

The new tenants are downstairs messing around, measuring up etc...making sure they're furniture (what they have of it), will fit in the right places. I'm packing and trying to get myself ready for my flight this evening. I've had to upgrade my suitcase size...well, I'm taking a slightly bigger suitcase this time around...winter clothes take up that much more than summer ones obviously.

Dunno if I've got everything, but I'll deal with that when or if the time comes for it. Long as I've got my meds and plenty of knickers, I'm past caring. Although I'm sure noone is going to want to take me out in my pjs lol.

Next time I'm in here, I'll be sitting at Dan's PC. Hopefully, by then, I'll have the chance to actually go and read/comment on your blogs. Suffice to say I'll do my best to keep up with the daily posting regime for July.

You might find yourselves coming in here to read one sentence lol.

Take care...I'll catch you from the South Island. Whoot!
Wednesday, July 09, 2008


Just signed the tenancy agreement with the Sri Lankan couple. Thank God that's over.

Hopefully, they'll be good tenants and not bother me at all. I'm a push-over as a landlady, so I barely ever put my nose in downstairs unless I'm asked to. The times I've had to do that over the years, you could count on one hand.

Now I can fly south tomorrow night and not worry about having to deal with it all when I come back. Except the wall then it should be nicely dried out and we can cover up it's gaping ugliness.

I can't wait to see Dan tomorrow night...his arms are going to be the perfect place to relax after the past couple of weeks. Yay!

Time for bed, I'm stuffed. *mwah*
Tuesday, July 08, 2008

Covering His Arse?

I got the above card from Cameron last month. He knows I have a thing for handbags and felt it appropriate, yet funny. He's very thoughtful like that (sometimes, not so much others. What can I say? He's a male teenager).

It accompanied a book. "The Almost Moon" by Alice Sebold. He chose this book because Sebold also authored "The Lovely Bones" and he knew I'd enjoyed that. Thoughtful brownie point number 2. He made strong reference to this fact, and stressed that he didn't want me to think that the subject matter was the reason.

Not sure where he was coming from, I turned the pages to chapter 1. The very first sentence in the book?

"When all is said and done, killing my mother came easily."

Monday, July 07, 2008

Flat Out

Haven't heard from the Sri Lankan people, so I have no idea whether they're still interested or not. They came back through again yesterday afternoon for another look, so I figured they were at least seriously considering it.

The new tub has been installed, as has a new kitchen sink mixer, and the only thing left now is the hole in the wall. That won't be repaired until it's dried out point in putting up fresh gibboard against damp frame. For the time being, it looks ugly, but the laundry area is serviceable, and that's more important. Unless I can get the handyman to fix it while I'm down south, it can wait til I'm back. It won't be properly dry until this coming weekend anyway.

If these people actually do want to move in this week (that's a big IF at this stage), then he can do it while I'm away. I'm very over the whole thing. In fact, I'm in a very "Can't be fucked" kinda mood about it now. Whatever happens, happens. I'm passed caring. If I don't sort it beforehand, I'm not going to sweat it, I'll just re-advertise when I get back from Dan's next week. Simple. No use in getting wound up about something I can't control. Taken me a while to remember that lol.

Off to bed to keep warm and read my book. It's bad enough sometimes feeling like an old woman, let alone acting like one too. Saving grace may be dementia lol.
Sunday, July 06, 2008

Live While You're Alive!

Received this via email today so figured I'd use it right here. I'm knackered tonight and not feeling too flash...early night methinks. It's only the sixth day and I'm already cheating. Still, the below makes sense to me...if only I could stick with it all to the letter lol.


1. Try everything twice. On Madam's tombstone (of Waylon and Madam) she said she wanted this epitaph: ' Tried everything twice...loved it both times!'

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down. (Keep this in mind if you are one of those grouches.)

3. Keep learning: Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain get idle. 'An idle mind is the devil's workshop.' And the devil's name is Alzheimer's!

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath... And if you have a friend who makes you laugh, spend lots and lots of time with HIM/HER.

6. The tears happen: Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. LIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love: Whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Remember: Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help. You are worth it!

9. Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county, to a foreign country, but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

11. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second time.

Not sure why there's 11...bit of an odd number really (haha).

Hope you're all enjoying your weekend :)
Saturday, July 05, 2008

All Washed Out

Today has not worked out the way I wanted it to, but I may have achieved something, so it can't be all bad. A couple of minutes ago I panicked when I realised we're on day 5 and I had to post. I know.

I may have found a couple of tenants. Certainly they're keen. They're from Sri Lanka and only been in New Zealand for a couple of months. Big brother's been here for 12 years and has taken them under his wing and doing the rounds trying to find somewhere suitable for them to live now. He's very keen on my flat, so that's good. I like the whole family oriented shows a strong support network for them. I'll make a decision tomorrow (not that I have many options!), but I feel that they're the ones I'll probably go with at this time.

My priority is sorting out the laundry situation and it's hole in the wall. Today I've spent a fair bit of time running around looking at supertubs and eurotubs. I am so over anything to do with laundry! I'll go back in the morning to buy one, with Ryan in tow to help me. I may have even found a solution to removing those stubborn screws from the bed, thanks to a knowledgeable and very helpful man at the hardware store.

The day has completely gotten away on me. I feel emotionally drained and was looking forward to a night at home relaxing. Unfortunately I'm going to have several teenage boys turn up in less than 2 hours, which will drive me to my bedroom. Cameron is taking advantage of us not having tenants downstairs, so him and his mates won't need to concern themselves with making too much noise. There's noone there to disturb...yet.

Friday, July 04, 2008

Oh Man

I've been downstairs looking at my flat's half-wall and trying to figure out which way would be best to rectify the whole tap/laundry tub dilemma.

In the meantime, I waited around for a prospective tenant who said he'd be here between 12.30 and 1.30. No show. Then I get an email from him eventually saying that he couldn't find the property...although he mentioned my neighbour's house and then said he'd got an idea of the property, so I can let it to someone else. That was mighty generous of him.

I went out to Bunnings this afternoon to have a shufti at laundry tubs. I figured changing the tub would be a good start. The taps were originally installed on the wrong wall, and right now I'm thinking my ex-husband, for all his wisdom, is an idiot. To put the taps in the correct place, I'd have to make another hole, in another wall. Avoiding that would be helpful. I measured up the old tub, making sure I didn't get one too big for it's allotted space. Unfortunately I couldn't find anything I thought would suit my purposes.

And therein lies the problem. I didn't really know what I was looking for anyway. I don't know anything about plumbing or ways around sticky situations when it comes to pipes and tubs and washing machines. This annoys the shit out of me. Unless I've come across this in a previous life, I've no experience in such matters. For all I know Jason will turn up tomorrow and say "Oh right, not to worry, we'll just do this, this and that, and it'll all be sorted". He's a man, men know these things.

Today I'm tired of being the man-woman of this property. I rely on others to steer me in the right direction when it comes to all things buildy and plumby. "Others" being my brother-in-law and my girlfriends' husbands/ get the picture. While I could have a go myself, it makes more sense to at least do a bit of research and find out the easiest, most cost effective way by picking the brains of helpful men. I could be bull-headed , grit my teeth and try, but what would be the point in that, when I can use the fount of those in the know?

However...I hesitate before asking because I hate imposing. I hate the idea that they may feel an obligation to help. Sometimes it's the physical presence of these men and their skills that I require. Ok, sometimes I just want them to stand by and watch/advise, while I'm getting in touch with my macho side...but if I screw up, my saviour is on site to put it right.

I'm getting off track. Laundry tubs. I stood in the hardware store staring at different tubs, measured up a couple I thought would be appropriate, but I still wasn't certain. What the hell did I know?? Sure, I could buy a tub, but would it be the right one? The taps had to be on that side, the cabinet door had to be facing this side and the tenant's washing machine hoses needed to have access to the taps without rendering the tub itself useless. Fuck me.

Years ago when I was looking for a new car, I remember Neil telling me to take a male with me when I went around the car yards. He suggested Jason at the time. Jason doesn't know anything about cars. But that wouldn't matter, says Neil, the salesman doesn't know that. Neil gave me a shitload of information about what to look for and how to 'play the game' when it came to the salesman...what to do, what not to do etc. It was all extremely helpful, and I was happy with my eventual purchase. (Incidentally, I took Anna with me, she knew more about cars than Jas.)

If I'm ever in a situation that's not typically 'female' (I know that leaves me wide open for sexism), I don't always like to let the other person know. I tend to go in with an attitude that shows I mean business and hopefully gives off an aura that I am confident I know what I'm doing. Obviously I've done some homework and picked brains beforehand. Knowledge is power and all that jazz. Whatever. Looks can be awfully deceiving, but if it means I get the desired outcome then well and good. The salesperson gets the sale, I get what I need without fussing and sales crap...happy dances all round.

This attitude can backfire. The helping man may not part with all the information you require. Sometimes your demeanor may give the impression you already know everything there is to know about the issue, and the helper can leave out a vital fact. This crucial tweak is sure to only be discovered by the helpee after embarking on their DIY journey, and noticing that things don't appear to be going to plan. Helpee goes back to helper, sad faces abound, no happy dancing to be seen, music not even playing.

Today I was upset for having to rely on others at times like this. I was angry at myself for not having the skills necessary to complete the job and not organising my time more effectively. Having to accept that left the strong taste of defeat in my mouth. I drove home looking through tears of frustration ready to spill. I thought about the downside of being a single parent and having to run the show alone...and obviously feeling very sorry for myself. Blah.

I stepped in the door to hear Ryan's innocent "How was your day Mum?", the dam burst and I sobbed on him for a few minutes while he held me. He verbally rubbed my back by talking about how good the new carpet looked and everything will get fixed this weekend etc...and my blubbering became mere sniffling. Bless him.

*Reads over above*

God, look at what the thought of doing laundry does to me.


If you've got this far then I thank you for reading my rambling today. I'm feeling slightly less frazzled now. To those that celebrate it...Happy Independence Day to you. Have a good one :)
Thursday, July 03, 2008

Waiting, Waiting, Waiting

That's what I'm doing. Waiting for prospective tenants to turn up. I've had several enquiries and to be honest, they've all kinda run into each other. Certainly, there are a couple in particular that I'm interested in meeting. But besides that I'll just take them all as they come (if they come)...and take it from there.

What does one do in a situation like this? Stand in the corner while they check the place out and take notes? I'm tempted...mainly because I'm scared I'm going to get my wires crossed. What if I think I've clicked with someone and it turns out to be the wrong person? I may have to start a star system in my notebook, blah.

The carpet looks great! I'm really pleased with it. The laundry "wall-hole", not so much. I have to ring Jason this evening and tell him I need him and his uncle to turn up this weekend and do several things. Priority of which being the hole in the wall. We used to have a strip club/massage parlour in Wellington called The Hole in the Wall I think. I did say "I think". I'm not up with the play when it comes to such establishments. Honest.

I suspect you've heard enough of my flat, it's leaks and the carpet. I do have a couple of things I want to write about, but with what I'm trying to achieve at the moment, I'm struggling to put it into font. For the time being, it's post number three on the 3rd of July, and right now, that's what's important lol.

See you tomorrow!
Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Getting Laid

I had 3 couples lined up to view the property before 1.30 today and have had to postpone them because the carpet layer's decided to do the carpet today. Can't help that, the carpet needs to be laid.

Half the wall is now missing, there is insulation and broken pieces of gib board (drywall, sheetrock, whatever you call it in your country) all over the kitchen floor, and it's pissing down with rain and I still can't see where the water's coming in *sigh*

The problem with waiting for friends to do maintenance, is that they generally already have a full time job, as is the case with Jas. Which of course means, I have to wait until he has time to fit me in. It's the reality of the situation but frustrating all the same. I've only got ants in my pants because I'm working on the deadline of 10 July lol.

I've had 732 hits on my online advert and 12 email enquries. Considering I only put it up yesterday afternoon, that's not so bad. I've no idea really, I've never advertised for tenants this way before.


Just went downstairs to clear up the mess that Jason left behind. Carpet layer is present and accounted for, madly rolling out underlay. And I mean madly...he's kinda like the Energizer bunny. He talks non-stop. Anyway, I'm back up here now cos he came out with "So? How's that cuppa coming along? I haven't had one this morning." The man's saving me money, he can have as many cuppas as he wants lol.

Possibly he's trying to get rid of me because I'm watching what he's doing with such interest. I can't wait to see the outcome. I have to admit it's easier on the ears staying up here. He's got "The Rock" radio station playing full blast. Which is probably the reason he talks so bloody loudly...half deaf lol.

Two days into July, 2 posts. Woo hoo!

July Shmuly. Piece of cake. (Watch this space, egg meeting face could be in the future! haha)
Tuesday, July 01, 2008

It's Here!

The 1st of July that is. I did say I would attempt to post every day this month, so here goes.

Once again, I'm in the process of letting out my flat downstairs. The previous tenants have been gone 2 weeks, and I'm finally putting down new carpet throughout. I've had quotes from 3 different firms, one in particular stood out for professionalism well above the others, but in the end I've decided to buy the carpet seperately and get in a carpet layer independently. I've saved myself over $700 doing it this way, so I can't be unhappy with that now can I?

The carpet's going down this week (hopefully, the trader I bought it off is going away tomorrow and the carpet layer hasn't been in touch with him as of last night). Yesterday I advertised online and so far I've received 5 emails from interested parties. Not a bad start. I put up several photos of the place after rushing downstairs to take pictures while the sun was shining....had to try and get it snapped from it's best side you know? lol

During this messing about to see what needs fixing, I asked Jason to come and deal to the laundry tap which continually drips. He dutifully turned up and after poking around a bit, said "You know, I think there's water coming from inside the wall"....he pressed against the wall to feel for dampness....and put his hand straight through it. Oops. Guess he was right.

So we need to find out where the leak is coming from, and repair the large hole that's now showing off the wall frame. And I really want to get all this done and dusted and rented out before the 10th of July, because that's when I fly down to visit Dan for a week. I'm not sure it's going to be possible, but you can bet I'll be trying bloody hard to make it happen! The last thing I want to do is leave my kids to deal with tenants moving in and any further queries that come about.

Inspire me people, I need subject matter. You'll see that pretty damn quickly as the month goes rolling by and you find yourselves reading some blatantly boring posts. Lots of short sharp posts or long winded ones I suspect. I only said I'd post every day...I didn't say they were going to be worth reading did I? lol

My hands are cold, I need a shower, the housework needs doing and I better bugger off here and start moving before I hit the road for work this afternoon. Have a great day/night!