21 Today!

Ria Bit Me!

Banned From The Back Yard

Yesterday I felt a bit out of sorts pretty much all day. It wasn't something that was centred in my stomach, or a pain in my head, it was more of an all over discomfort. Something just wasn't right.

All day long I was forgetting things. This afternoon I remembered how one child told me that they wake up in the night because they can hear noises coming from their parent's bedroom. Not television sorts of noises. Not talking sorts of noises. Not fighting sorts of noises. Loving sorts of noises. It's stopping them from sleeping. I can't for the life of me remember who it is, but I thought that it was pretty funny. Maybe the kid's parents were working on an addition to the family?

In the end I had a big sleep last night. I think that it was around 11 hours. I could easily have gone for a couple more. But I had to get up and go to work. Which was okay.

So today was a much better day. I was back on form. I even managed to get a couple of kids to cry again today!

One of them is this boy who can be very frustrating. He persistently makes poor choices. He also doesn't like facing the consequences of his poor choices. Today I was keeping an eye on his room during the rest period of the day, and recently I was shown a technique that has been used in the past that will get him to sleep. I should have used the trick today, because he was being a rude little shit. Except I didn't. The reason why I didn't use the trick is that it doesn't look the best.

What you have to do is get him to lie on his bed on his belly. You put his arms down by his side, and his legs straight out. You put his head to one side and sit next to him on a chair. Then you cover his face with a sheet. The first time I saw it done I was reminded of the prisoners at the Abu Ghraib prison. It doesn't look too good. The way that it works though is that this boy needs it to be very dark with no distractions. Otherwise his mind just can't slow down long enough to go to sleep. This trick works every time apparently, and only takes five minutes. Of course as soon as he is asleep you take the sheet off his face so that he no longer looks like an sensory deprived inmate (which I guess in a way he is).

I didn't do it today, and I kind of regret it. If I'd done it he wouldn't have had the opportunity to make the poor choices that he did. And he would have been a whole lot less distressed. Me too.

There was some other stuff I was going to talk about today, but I can't for the life of me remember what it is. Maybe I need another 11 hours sleep?

Tomorrow is the Mother's Day morning tea at work, so I've got to be there a little bit early so that I can make some delicious sandwiches. Last year we had a great turn out, and I hope that that is the case again this year.

My gimp suit arrived today. Believe it or not but it's really uncomfortable.

Jupiter Room

Long weekends come, and long weekends go. This past weekend was a long weekend, and I saw it through to the end. It was good.

The play on Saturday was really great. I had a bit of a hard time getting a carpark, which unfortunately forced me to miss the first minute. And my proper seat. They had to sneak me in up the back so that I wouldn't disturb the other audience members. I was okay with that though.

The production was really enjoyable. I was surprised as to how many lines from Hamlet are in everyday use. And to think that something written 400 years ago is still relevant is amazing. I guess that's the beauty of Shakespeare.

I must admit, there was a portion near the interval where things were dragging a little bit, and I may have had teeny weeny micro sleep, but that happens from time to time. I really had to hot foot it to the theatre, and that probably wore me out a bit.

Saturday night was a nice night. I ate a huge plate of Mexican food down at Pepe's. Again I disappointed myself by paying for Mexican from there. I don't know what it is, but I always walk away feeling that I could do as good a job at home and at far less cost. I have made the vow before that I won't eat there, but I always go back. Oh well.

Sunday was the Seafood Festival. It was a big day. Maybe a little bit too big. I got carried away with the moment and upset some people, including myself. I'm not sure who some of the people in those photos below are. The girl wearing my sunglasses? No idea. And she looks exactly the same in the two consecutive pictures. Weird.

I also lost a shoe. Which was a bummer. I was in the Caxton, having a good time on the dance floor when it disappeared. I lifted my foot up, and the shoe was gone. I looked on the ground for a minute, but it had disappeared into the ether. Gone but not forgotten. Tony and I had drunk quite a few jaegerbombs by this point, so perhaps my search powers were a little lacking. I wasn't too upset about losing the shoe though, and I'm still not. I guess there was casualties on both sides.

Later on I took my other shoe off. I felt silly walking around with just one shoe on. Tony and I still managed to get into the Tinbilly later on. And I almost made it into the casino wearing one of Tony's thongs.

So it was a good time. I even managed to have some calamari early on in the piece. I probably shouldn't have stayed out as late as I did.

Thankfully it was a public holiday the next day. So I didn't have to pay too high a price for my sins. Ria and I made it down to the beach which was nice. We met up with Adam and Laura and had some Wahoo's. It was okay.

For dinner last night I had pizza. And then I watched The Holiday. I don't regret the pizza, I do regret the movie.

Lots Of Tea

It's Saturday morning and I am feeling good.

This morning I dropped Ria off at her work. She's doing the 6:30 shift on Saturdays for the next couple of months. I'm a little bit bummed about it, because I used to quite enjoy our Saturday mornings together, but as she says, I guess, we'll now be able to spend some time together in the afternoons. I did like the sleep-ins and breakfast though.

So I was home by 7:00. I thought about filling up the car on the way home, because my brother, David, was going to be going camping. The other day I asked him where he was going camping. He said, "North Queensland." I looked at him for a moment and asked him whereabouts in North Queensland and how long it was going to take him to get there. He replied, "Oh, I'm not sure where exactly, but it's about an hour and a half from here." So I guess that means that it wasn't exactly North Queensland. More an hour and a half North of Brisbane, Queensland.

In the end I didn't fill up the car and just came straight home. I got the dog out of the house and he picked up the paper. We went inside and I gave him a pat and took the paper out of his mouth. Then I put the kettle on.

Once I'd made my first cup of tea for the day I settled in to read a bit of the paper and to watch some rage. It was enjoyable. I had some more tea. It was very enjoyable. There were some good clips on, and the paper was okay.

Around 8 o'clock I brought my dirty clothes downstairs and put on a load of washing. Then I had another cup of tea. Then I watched some more video clips. Then the washing machine finished its cycle. Then I hung it out. Then I came back in and said hello to Dad, who was up and making some coffee. Then I had another cup of tea. Then I went to the toilet because I had drunk too much tea. Then I found some more things to wash. Then I washed them. Then I hung them out.

After I hung out the second load I had a look at the pool filter and creepy crawly. The creepy crawly wasn't functioning properly so I had a go at fixing it. Except I separated the hose from the crawly bit. In the deep end. I had to go for a swim.

The water was quite cold to start off with, but with the warm sun I was soon enjoying myself. I enjoyed myself in the water for a while. I did a few jobs in there, then I got out. Then I got back in again. Then I got out again.

I moved some wine around the house today as well. In preparation for Erin's party. I don't think that it would be a good idea to have a couple of cartons out in the open in case people go alcohol crazy later in the evening and start skolling whatever they can get their hands on.

Now I need to shower and then head out to QPAC. It turns out Dirty Dave isn't going camping an hour and a half North of Brisbane, Queensland afterall. One of his friends was bitten by a spider. Oh no!

Faint Blue

Today was the first Friday of the month, and it was my turn to bring in something for the staff morning tea. Yesterday I floated the idea of fruit around. The idea didn't float too well. In fact it crashed like a lead zeppelin. But I persevered. I remember the last couple of times there being so many dips and biscuits and cakes and things that it was too much by the end. So I bought some fruit.

I dropped in at the fruit shop on the way to work and purchased some goods. I had a watermelon, a honeydew, a pineapple, some yoghurt, some passionfruit and some fuji fruit (persimmons). I felt good. Buying fruit makes me feel good.

So I went down to work and cut up my melons and pineapple. That covered the tray, so I decided that I had put enough food on the table. The other staff members brought in some nice things. Biscuits and dips, cabana, cheese, cake. Good stuff. And I had my fruit. And do you know what? All those people who were poo-pooing my idea yesterday had some fruit. And do you know what? They liked it. They even apologised. So Ha! Robb wins!

The rest of my day was okay. I had a nice surprise visit from someone. Ashleigh the old director stopped by. I haven't seen her for a few months and it was nice to talk to her again. She was married a few months ago and she says that things are great. Not a whole lot different from before. Just a different last name now.

This afternoon there was a bit of a problem with the after school care. There wasn't a whole lot of children this afternoon, but there was still a bit of a blue. Some of the older girls were giving one of the grade one boys a hard time. They wouldn't let up, so he painted them a bit. They didn't like this very much. Especially when I came down hard on them. Oh well. It's not as if I enjoy making 11 year old girls cry, but if that's what you've gotta do, that's what you've gotta do.

So now it's the weekend and I'm being eaten by mosquitos. I'm not sure what I'm going to get up to yet. Tomorrow I have a play to attend. I'm off to see Hamlet at QPAC, so that should be ace. Sunday is the Seafood Festival, and I'm not sure how that will be. I'm concerned that it will be overly busy. Monday I'm going to try and get to the coast. I think that it's going to be too cold soon, and I really want to go for a swim in the surf. It's been ages.

Delma

So things have been pretty busy. Not too busy. Busy enough.

I haven't really been doing too much that's terribly interesting. Tomorrow I need to take some food into work. Special food. The first Friday of every month we have a special morning tea thing. The two sides of the centre take it in turns to bring in surprise special eats, and tomorrow it's my go. I'm not terribly excited about it. I can't think of anything exciting to bring in. Maybe I can get some cold pizza. Who knows?

My attention was directed to this earlier today. It's kind of disconcerting. I mean, girls shouldn't be doing some of that stuff! Anyways.

I'm reading a book by Chuck Palahniuk at the moment. It's pretty much the same as his other ones. Except different.

I can't seem to find my iPod anywhere. It's kind of frustrating. I might have to borrow David's. I feel like going for a walk up to the service station. I think that a chocolate milk might be in order. I just hope that I don't fall prey to any of the shitty magazines that they have up there. It's not good. I know that I'm going to regret buying the magazine even before I see it. And yet I still pick it up. It's disappointing. I guess I'm bored.

Maybe I need a hobby?

Ew! Yuck!

I remember being a little boy and thinking that my Dad did the most disgusting poos in the world. He would use a toilet and if you were anywhere within a 10 metre radius of the site you would have to evacuate the area. They were foul smelling things, and the stench would linger on the air. Too bad for you if you were trying to eat anything nearby, because your food would be tainted with it, and be permeated by the putrid smells.

Of course, when I was a little boy, none of my poos had that power about them. None of my poos could clear an area. None of my poo stench could last for more than ten minutes. None of my poos could turn white painted walls an off-yellow colour. I was only little, and hence, I only did little poos. Not that doing little poos made me feel bad. I was quite proud of some of them. In fact I even used to leave impressive ones floating in the bowl so that the next person could admire my work.

When puberty hit all sorts of crazy things started happening to my body. Strange things. Disturbing things. Even things that I had to get checked out by the Doc to make sure they were normal. They weren't. But that's okay.

It was around this time that my poos started to increase their charisma. They became much larger. And impressive. I couldn't leave these ones for someone to discover. I was becoming increasingly secretive about things below my belt line. I didn't want someone finding out my secret. Occasionally people would suggest that they had found me out. They would say things like, "It stinks in here!" or "Yuck!, Who has been in here? It's gross!" But I would keep quiet. I alone knew what I was capable of.

These days things keep pretty regular. Occasionally you get an impressive specimen. I had one today. That's what I've been building up to.

I also did some baking this afternoon. I made "scouty oak cookies". They were really tasty.

I'm bidding on a PVC bodysuit on eBay.