Photo Friday "Still Life"
30 October 2004, 06:03
Yay! Have reached milestone of 150,000 hits. Yay. Yay me. Yay you. Thanks everyone.
Permanent Link | Comments [1]Melbourne Spring Racing Carnival
29 October 2004, 17:45
....oooooh, I can’t wait! Tomorrow we’re skipping off to Derby Day with the throbbing throngs. Think it’s going to be a bit of a Hanami Party deal with some of our team getting there muchos early to secure a picnic/boozery spot.
The weather had bloody well better be fine, ‘cos there is much hat and strappy sandal action to be had. Of course, with all the rain we’ve been having (good for the farmers, good for the farmers) the track is bound to be muddy as all hell. And with all that champers thrown up before the end of the day…. ah, fun in spades.
Life’s all just a long mud wrestle, innit?
Permanent Link | Comments [1]Scenes from an Urban beach
22 October 2004, 05:00
Elwood Beach last Sunday
I really shouldn’t complain about Cold Sore. I promised God/Satan/whoever is responsible for the Scourge that I would not bitch and moan about Cold Sore ever again if I was passed over for my wedding day.
Cold Sore is on the way out thanks to a coke-load of Lysine and tea tree oil. But now Husband has Cold Sore (I didn’t kiss him, I swear I didn’t) and he’s as grumpy as a Bear with Sore Head and Cold Sore…
...ah me, Oh Life. Nice weather we’ve been having isn’t it?
Permanent Link | Comments [3]Even Hell's not hot enough
20 October 2004, 17:06
I have a (frikking) cold sore. I detest cold sores. I’m prone to the little fuckers and am convinced Satan gave us cold sores to stop us eating chocolate, drinking alcohol and generally having a good time.
The one stress I had about my (cough, our) wedding was that I’d get a cold sore on the day. Pure unadulterated Horror, it was. I didn’t. In fact, I haven’t had a cold sore for almost a year.
But I packed all of Cold Sore’s nastly little triggers - sun and wind (c/- 3 hour bike marathon down the Yarra Trail), alkihol (c/- many beers at BBQ Sunday night) and a glut of coffee, nuts and tomatoes - into my simply fabulous weekend. So I’ve got no-one to blame but myself for this little beauty pulsating on my top lip. No self-pity permitted. That hurts. I am not a happy camper.
A friend of mine has this theory that people who get cold sores generally don’t get pimples and vice versa. This friend also said she’d much rather get a Cold Sore than have Pimples. Hello? A big zit on the middle of your forehead vs. a throbbing, irritable nodule of scabby pus that spreads as fast as you can say, “Where’s my Aero Bar”? No competition, Friends, n.o c.o.m.p.e.t.i.t.i.o.n.
Fuck up and die, Cold Sore, fuck up and die.
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