Distractions.

I’ve already dubbed the latter half of 2007 as being a pretty average time frame, despite the fact that it hasn’t even happened yet. My other half is going to be thousands of miles away. I have two full terms of schoolwork to do/teach. Ideally, I would like to lose another ten kilos in that time as well, which means a shitload of exercising and staying away from pizza. Not sounding too crash hot, in my humble opinion.

But things are starting to look up.

I have fabulous friends who I’m planning to stalk lots. (They don’t actually know this yet.)
I have a hefty amount of reading to do. (I’m a nerd, and start back at Book 1 every time.)
I have a few movies I’m interested in seeing. (Anyone want to come? I’ll shout popcorn.)
I even have a music concert that I’m going to attend. (They better not play after I leave!)

Now, if only I win the lottery between now and January, I’ll be cheering.

Just call me Doctor Dolittle.

It’s been a couple of months since I lost my Bella-Rabbit unexpectedly. (sniff)
It’s been a couple of months since I grew tired of watching Lucy-Bun look lonely. (sniff)
It’s been a month since I bought Jason a bun named Ricky-Ricardo for his birthday. (ha!)

You might have remembered my worried posts from a couple of weeks ago. My two aptly-named bunnies, Lucy & Ricky, hated each other. They’d be fine for the first few minutes, but then I’d be greeted with teeth gnashing, foot stomping & tufts of fur flying.

Things were looking pretty grim in the Alyndabear Bun Mansion.

Until now.
I finally possess photographic evidence that I am not a completely useless rabbit momma.

They’re not being quite so evil anymore. But I’m holding onto the t-shirt, just in case.

Ricky: I’m in ur food bowlz, eating ur pellets. (And feets! Check out his feets!)
Lucy: Move over bitch, I’m hungry.

What’s on the Box?

Warning: Please read the following notice before proceeding any further with this entry.

[You may want to give this post a miss if you're not in the mood for reading a post where I waffle on about television shows. It's in your best interests.]

Most people that frequent my blog know that I’m a trifle obsessed with collecting DVD boxsets. I don’t bother watching much television when a show is currently screening, but you can bet money that I either a) own, b) am in the prospect of owning, or c) plan to one day own that show in boxset format. (My obsession used to be shoes .. now this .. I think they’re both just as bad as each other.)

The first television show that I owned was bought as a gift for a birthday, a couple of years ago: The original CSI. That was it; I was hooked. Then I discovered EzyDVD and the lure of free shipping, and it all went downhill from there.

Here’s a current list of the shows which I own, in no particular order.

CSI (1-5), House (1-2), Grey’s Anatomy (1-2), Dawson’s Creek (complete), Charmed (complete), Roswell (complete), Will & Grace (1-4), Felicity (complete), ER (1-7), Nip/Tuck (1-2), Supernatural (1), Without a Trace (1), 24 (1-3), Gilmore Girls (1-6), Smallville (1-4), Party of Five (1), Buffy the Vampire Slayer (complete) & The X-Files (complete.)

Say it with me now: NEEEEEEEEEEEERD.

Since I’m such a collector, I’ve made a number of observations about my favourite shows. And being such a kind soul with too much time on her hands, I’d love to share them.

Observation #1 – 24
I would hate to be an actress working on this show. I mean, the show is great, they probably make a fortune out of it, but imagine wearing the same outfit & hairstyle for the entire series? It’d make me a trifle miserable, I think. I’m back at Season 1 (which I’ve never seen before, I started at about Season 4 when it was free-to-air) and it’s a lot less .. fabulous .. than the current series. Jack looks MUCH hotter now. And I miss the Jack Sack.

Observation #2 – Felicity
When I was in New Zealand, a big electrical storm hit my area. My el-cheapo $30 DVD player was fried in the process, and I was thrilled to recieve a new, more expensive model as its replacement. Yeah. Thrilled. For all it’s perks (It plays videos! And dvds! On one remote!) it is not multi-region friendly. Meaning that even though I finally own all of Felicity thanks to Amazon, I can’t even watch the bloody things. I don’t know what happens after Season 1, which of the boys does she choose? (If you tell me, I may hurt you.) Shit, Bugger, Crap. The verdict: Flashy isn’t always better. I miss you el-cheapo!

Observation #3 – The X-Files
It’s still just as spooky as it was when I was 12. I’m just saying.

Observation #4 – Gilmore Girls
I can only watch this show in small doses. Rory pisses me off way too much, and I still stand by the fact that those two girls should be huge giant porkers what with the amount of junk that they consume. So not realistic and/or fair. Whores!

Observation #5 – Dawson’s Creek
Seeing what an annoying drama queen Joey turns into, it doesn’t surprise me that she’s turned into an annoying trophy wife. And even though I was always a fan of Pacey hotness over Dawson hotness? Dawson is looking mighty fine in Season 6.

Observation #6 – Buffy the Vampire Slayer
They should never have canned this show. How could they leave it like that? And Spike! I loved me some Spike action. I would have happily kept watching this show, if only for the fact that SMG’s hair is always really, really pretty.

Observation #7 – CSI
There is still a part of me that secretly wants to be a forensic scientist. I blame this show. Oh, and Nick should never have shaved off his hair in Season 5.

Observation # 8 – Roswell
I’m secretly in love with Max, years after the show was axed. Sigh. What a dreamboat.

Observation #9 – Charmed
I still get excited whenever I see the intro to this show, because the last time we were in LA, we did a tour and actually saw the external of the house they base the Halliwells in. (We saw the set of Stars Hollow as well, but we were more interested in stalking Noah Wyle at the time of that particular tour.)

Observation #10 – About Me, Myself & I
I put off watching my favourite boxsets until absolutely last. Like the X-Files, for example. I looked for these babies everywhere, before I ended up purchasing them cheaply from an Asian country (my boxes have pretty symbols all over them, and I have no idea what they mean!) and now that they’re here? I refuse to watch them. I’ll save them until I have watched all of the rest of my DVDs, so that they’ll be special. You see? I’m a nerd.

In case you were wondering, my next television conquests are going to be Angel (1-5), ER (8), CSI (6), Melrose Place (2) & 90210 (1 & 2). I have such classy tastes, don’t you think?

I’m a good cause; feel free to donate!

(Oh, and if you have any suggestions on shows that I’ve missed, feel free to share.)

How Inappropriate.

In the middle of a procrastination session last night, I stumbled across a blog rating quiz on Carrie’s blog. Being the charmingly innocent blogger that I am, I decided to be brave and give it a go. (What? I’m a sucker for memes.)

I’ve written my fair share of er, ranting blog posts. A lot of these posts have been er, less than positive ones. And yep, I’ve used my fair share of er, less than polite expressions in the afore mentioned blog posts. I figured I’d be at least PG-rated, like all the cool kids.

Ha!

I am more innocent than I thought. This blog is G-rated, bitches. (Hee!) Apparently, the blog rater believes that ’suck’ is more of a swear word than a certain other rhyming word that starts with the letter F.

I do have one complaint.

Why the (beep) is my new domain blocked by the Department of Education here at school? Pretty poor if you ask me, especially since you can view all of my old Typepad entries – and they contain content that is ONE AND THE SAME. Bah!

It’s not Herpes, I swear.

Today started out like any other day.

I unwillingly got out of bed, stumbled around in the dark looking for another jumper to put on, made myself a hot chocolate and snuck onto the computer to check my email. I spent the next hour happily distracted emailing Aimee, bringing out the old “I don’t WANT to go to school today” whinge and pretending not to notice what the actual time was. Comfy as I was, it was time to get ready so off I slouched to the bathroom.

I don’t know what it was that made me do things differently this morning. Maybe it’s end-of-term-itis or something. But instead of showering, I decided to brush my teeth first. What’s so eventful about that, you ask?

(Other than enlightening you all about my dental hygiene habits, that is.)

As I opened my mouth to stick in the toothbrush, I split the corner of my lip. You know, that part in the middle, to the side of your mouth, where your top and bottom lip join.

Yeah. That part.

It’s the most painful thing I’ve experienced in a long time.

Post laser eyeballs? Meh. Slamming my finger three times in the same drawer last week? Meh. Shin splints when trying to run? Bah. They’re nothing!

As for my mouth, damn. Who knew I used it so much? (No dirty references intended.)

Talking hurts. Smiling hurts. Opening my mouth to yawn? Heck, no. Add the fact that my tongue keeps sneaking out to touch it and that it looks like a big festy cold sore, and I’m sure you can imagine that I’m not a happy little vegemite.

Anyone have a paper bag to share with me?

Would you like some Thai food to go with that new Blog?

So twenty four hours later, I’m still pretty excited about the fact that I’ve changed websites. Let’s face it, it’s a monumental occassion in the history of blogging. Mark it in your calendars, you saw it here first, yada yada yada.

After spending a fair few hours a couple of minutes harrassing people with questions about gizmos and gadgets, and just a little extra time fiddling around with functions (trying to convince myself that I knew how to use CSS) I’m right back to where I started. Little old me, who can’t do much more than work the section of my website that says “New Post”.

But that’s all that matters, right?

Besides, as fascinating as this blogging move has been, there’s more to life than domains and being a dork. (Gasp! I know. Blasphemy! I hear you.) I have many more important life events to discuss with you all. In fact, I’ll share one with you this very second.

[silence]
[crickets chirping]
[tumbleweeds blowing by in the breeze]

I’m really hungry. And I’ve been craving Thai food like you would not believe. The cravings started last night.They’re still here.

Cashew nut chicken stirfry. Garlic lamb. Oyster beef. Pad Thai. Green Curry. Rice. Plain, boring, boiled and sticky rice. Mmm. Is it too much information to tell you that I’m drooling right about now? Sadly, I won’t be eating Thai food for dinner tonight. Why? Because I am lazy and can’t be arsed to drive fifteen minutes to pick up the damn food.

Question of the Day: Why the heck doesn’t my favourite Thai Restaurant deliver to your door? Discuss amongst yourselves. (And then bring me some food. Please.)

Edit: So my brother has been living under a rock for years and has never tried Thai food before, so with a little convincing and the wave of a $50 note, he went down to the store to pick some up for me. Apparently bribery works wonders.

And also? Am poor now. But completely satisified. Mmm. Food.

A New Beginning.

After a very rash decision to spend money that I don’t have much consideration, I finally took the plunge into geekdom and registered my own domain. You see? This is what happens when I am left at home alone for too long on my own.

So how has YOUR weekend been?

You’ll have to bear with the standard template for now, because I’ve exhausted my design capabilities today. It was hard enough figuring out how to import my old Typepad entries over here. My brain still hurts. But hey! There’s my picture!

I do need some help with getting a free template I found up and running on here. Any volunteers? Oh, and could SOMEONE please tell me how I add a favicon into my WordPress CSS? I’m going mad. You know you want to help. You’ll be paid with love. Lots and lots of love.

(Yes, my blog may be all spruced up now, but that doesn’t change the fact that I am still technologically incompetent. If only!)

And don’t forget to change your links & feeds to my new address!

Lifehouse = Love

Jase brought over a copy of the new Lifehouse CD last night, where I got to listen to it for the ‘First Time’. (Ha! First time! Get it? Or maybe you don’t. I am a nerd.) I have to say, last night I was so cold and tired that I was only half listening to it and they didn’t sound too crash hot – but I’ve had the CD on repeat all morning. And I’m enjoying it. Alot.

For those of you who don’t know, Lifehouse have been my absolute favourite band, since 2000. They also played a crucial role in how Jase and I met, but I won’t go into that now. You either know about that, or you don’t, hee.

(If you don’t know, I might point you in the right direction. For chocolates, of course.)

They had released three albums in the past, some better than others, and over recent years had been slipping off my musical radar, so I had huge expectations for this album. (Suffice it to say, I was really hoping not to be disappointed.)

I’m pleasantly surprised. I’m enjoying it, I’m enjoying the mixture. And I’ve missed hearing Jason Wade’s voice. It’s beautiful.

So if you like mellow/rock music, I’ll recommend it. For now, I’m going to keep on listening, and remembering. Memorieees.

Did Someone Say Cranky?

If my bed wasn’t shoved against a wall, I would swear I got out of it on the wrong side this morning. I spilled hot water out of the kettle and onto my hand. My hair dryer decided to blow up and not work, and since my parents are overseas, there was no back up. I’ve lost a $20 note out of my wallet which I can’t find anywhere. I’ve slammed my finger in my desk drawer three times. (Three!) Other people are making me feel crabby. I feel bloated and lethargic and downright ‘bleh’.

Be thankful you’re not a seven year old in my class today, because as a result of all this bad luck I am in one heck of a mood. It doesn’t help that the kidlets are being particularly off-task, or that I am more than ready to lose patience with them. I’ve mentioned "The Look" before in this journal, which is a teacher trait I’ve mastered well over time. If I were counting, I would have used "The Look" upwards of twenty times today. And the day isn’t over yet.

It’s days like this when I crave an office job, a 9-5 where the only person I am responsible for is ME.

I have no idea how other teachers juggle being a parent as well as teaching their kidlets. I’m so ready to switch off from ‘teacher mode’ when I get home; I don’t even want to think about children, let alone parent them.

I guess I’m further away from maturity than I thought I was.

And Just to Clear Things Up . . .

Yesterday wasn’t actually MY birthday. It was the school’s 25th birthday. Did you read that right? The school is older than me.

(But yes. I did still have my cake and eat it too.)

Oh, and I find it a wee bit scary that it’s almost 7am and it is still pitch black outside. The weather this year is bonkers.