Is this a ….. sign…. ?

Good morning and welcome back, on this mornings show, if you stay turned through the entire program, you will learn much more about why we don’t watch ‘Humphrey, dreading Birthdays (and what they bring) and repairing cracked tiled areas.

I will start with Birthdays, as some people are aware, my child two has his birthday this weekend, we are very excited, he will be 17, wow. He doesn’t want a party, he doesn’t want a gathering, he doesn’t want to go out, he doesn’t even want a beer……. sigh, so we will have cake, and probably go to the pictures at some stage during the day.

The other Birthday I am looking forward to is my 40th, now I know it is a little early to be thinking about events or celebrations that will occur more than three years in the future, but one can never be too prepared,  but naturally, the day before I will still be running around madly.

There are a couple of reasons I don’t agree with people who do not wish to acknowledge their own birthdays. One is that kids think that if others do not wish to celebrate their own Birthdays then they must think that Birthdays are insignificant and thats how they feel about other peoples birthdays … Did any of that make sense at all, well it does in my head, it may be a little blurry for others. You can’t always be the ‘giver’, you must allow others to give, and you must receive and enjoy, if you dont let others give to you (material and in kind) you are passing on the feelings that you must be the giver later in adulthood. Geez, we pass on enough crap to our children.

That discussion was/is not intended to offend anyone, this is my blog and I can comment however I want to, that’s what is so great about a blog.

Anyway, today is a day of firsts (of sorts), that’s right, today my very first ‘dole form’ is due, I am so excited …. NOT …. I have to use fuel I don’t have, patience I don’t have, go somewhere I hate to ’scab’ payments to pay utilities and food, it’s just ****ed. On a lighter note, I am going for another interview tomorrow, see how that goes…..

Lovely to see brother Scoop and Brother Joe dedicating time to their blogs, it’s great to have something to read that is at least relevant, I look forward to a wonderful entry from each, one about a fantastic ‘house warming’ party, and the other about ‘old lino’, cracked tiles and lead paint dust.

I want to congratulate both my brothers for not only managing to buy their first and second houses, but you know, for keeping it real, realising that owning a house doesn’t make you ‘better than’ others in the suburbs, for having a crack at the great Aussie dream, Good On Ya’s….

Oh, crap, I forgot about the significance of the title…….. I wonder if watching (and enjoying) a Military tattoo (bands and marching, not like a tattoo on ya bum) means you are getting old…..or at least middle aged… maybe, it seams like such a ‘grandma’ thing.

We learnt nothing about Humphrey B Bear.

Shopping Trolley Maintenance 101

 TIP FOR TODAY

Shopping Trolley Maintenance 101.

Instead of heading to the motor accessories section of the supermarket for a can of lubricant to spruce up the trolley wheels, think again and head for the cooking oil section. Why you ask? Well, I’m glad you asked. If you sprayed said crappy trolley wheels (that have absolutely no sense of direction including those trolley wheels with a sense of direction but seem to lack a sense of teamwork with fellow wheels) with a motor lubricant, you would have fixed it. Great idea I hear you say. Now, where is the fun in that? If you use a few quick spurts of cooking oil on those wheels you will enjoy an hour or so of easy steering before the greasiness wears off and the trolley turns back into a pumpkin.

See, I learnt to leave things the way I found them.

END LESSON.

It was essential shopping night tonight. We usually do this type of shopping when it is essential that we shop as we are running out or have run out of just about everything. Sigh, I hate shopping. I hate food shopping, I hate Christmas shopping and I hate any other kids of shopping there is. I can’t quite recall why I dislike it so much, but I am sure it will surface some time.

I had to purchase quite a lot, heaps of household items that we only ever have to buy every so often like shampoo, dishwashing liquid, bandaids and garbage bags. Another thing that raised the cost of this weeks shopping is the fact that school starts on Monday for child two and child three, so we needed some extra things like lunch crap, lunch boxes and drink bottles, also got a few stationary items that were needed as-well as a new keyboard and speakers for the old computer (they were really cheap, but it all adds up). Purchased the DVD that child three has been whining about for the last three months.

So, after all those things were in the trolley I then began food shopping, OMG, as we have been in holiday mode for the past five weeks, I didn’t realise how low the household was getting on food. Even things like flour, spices, pasta, toilet paper (LOL), tissues, dry biscuits, coffee, sugar, cooking spray, cheese and eggs. Then came the meat. I didn’t buy meat from Woolies as A: it all looked like it had been there for a week, and B: Although it looked like it had been there for a week, it was certainly not priced as such, since when did it cost $24 for a bit of meat that would do four people at one meal? Sadly, I walk out (aided by a really crappy trolley) $257.23 (rounded up to $257.25) lighter to realise I had left the car lights on, just my luck, but she started. Phew.

Makes me so mad (the price of meat and other primary produce items) I am very happy that the supermarkets are able to increase their massive profits year after year at the expense of our hardworking farmers. It’s drought all over, farmers cant feed stock, farmers need to sell stock to feed and water more stock, buyers take advantage, they know farmers are eager to sell stock, offer crap money then sell-on at way higher prices, so we the customer pay higher price… (as it is cut, coloured then pumped full of brine)Glad someone is making money out of it all.

Don’t even get me started on the power supply and telephone services…..

I had better leave it at that before I get something or someone else in my range of fire. Oh, I should have a great opportunity to release frustration tomorrow, Iam off to the schools to PAY FEES and purchase uniforms. YAY.