Oh I forgot to mention...

Daytime television SUCKS!!!

Being trapped in your own home because of little teeny tiny thing called tonsillitis is torture enough but having to watching Bert Newton's daughter sell bedsheets with her every fake smile and unnatural happy attitude makes me want to watch a three hour documentary on snails crossing the Sahara.

I swear I have no idea how Kerri-Anne, Morning Show, The Circle, and whatever other crap I watched this week, actually exist. Why are they allowed to be on television? I swear mums at home with their bubs are busy enough and don't have time to watch a wannabe chef (really they are cook) flog another one of their crappy cooking books.

To the chick that one the first season of Masterchef, you are not a chef, or even a cook! You took old recipes by other people with skills, someone used photoshop to make the sludge look good, and someone else, who is paid peanuts, put it together. Ta da!! A cookbook!

Ah! Whatever!

I say again, daytime television sucks!

I should give an update...

I noticed looking back on one of my blogs about the current state of my parents marriage that it now requires an update.

Well after a year apart, they decided to give it another shot.

And that's all jack.

I've decided that in order for me to have my sanity I am playing not part in their marriage anymore. It's too hard and its not my problem.

I can't help them, I can't advise them, and I can't tell them what's right and wrong. And I don't want to because I am their daughter, not their counsellor (anymore).

The good news is though they saw sense and sensibility but all on their own.

Good luck to them.

xoxo

I am a prisoner in my own home

This week I was ordered to stay indoors after my doctor told me I had a severe case of tonsillitis.

I now have to stay indoors, amusing myself with lame arse television, DVDs I've watched hundreds of times, and goggling random things on the world wide web.

I've looked up the last episode of Roseanne, apparently Dan dies! I didn't know that.

I've been re-watching Sex and the City and now I hate Carrie. She is a little princess, who is not only high maintenance but pouts and chucks tantrums when men don't kneel to her whim, even if she is being unreasonable. Seriously, she is a pain in the arse!

I've read every gossip magazine I could get my hands on and I don't know half of the people in them, and I couldn't care less that (a) their apparent marriage was on the apparent rocks according to sources close the couple, (b) someone famous bought their coffee, making them a real person, and (c) how to please a man by making him dinner. Sure!

Seriously, there is nothing on Australian television and in magazines. It sucks!

If I could go outside, I would but NOOOO I'm a prisoner in my own home. Stupid tonsillitis!

I have done my washing, cleaned my kitchen... basically I'm cleaning to keep my occupied. I hate cleaning!

I've eaten my weight in soup and all I really want is a juicy meat burger, with caramelised onions, beetroot, lettuce, and tomato sauce, with crunchy chips on the side, and a beer.

Is it wrong to fantasise about a burger? Hopefully, my boyfriend doesn't get too miffed about that. Kisses!

I have to go back to Carrie! Seriously whingy pain in the arse! She was unhappy because “Big” didn't introduce her as his girlfriend to his mother but was taking her to the Caribbean for a holiday! The bastard. How dare he!

And then, she says, just tell me I'm the one (while pouting and shifting from foot to foot like a child in tantrum mood) and he says nothing. If you have to ask, then you know you're answer, I say. I wanted to slap her. Ok I know it's a show but she is annoying me.

I wondered if women are actually like that? If I am like that? What if I don't even know if its there? What if it hasn't been unleashed yet? Oh dear god! Everyone run for the hills! LOL LOL.

Anyway back to the couch, drinking my lunch and dinner cause I can't eat anything solid. Wah!

Coming second, sucks!

My time flies and then you realise crap...

Crap being the word of the day for me!

I have spent seven long years at my current employment and now I want out.

The only reason for my flat attitude is that I had hope to have happy news today... that a job I applied for – basically a employee I had been aiming to work for since I started working – sent me a lovely and curt email saying thanks for no thanks.

I came second.

There is nothing wrong with coming second; its just that I really, really wanted this job.

Second isn't always bad...

I love seconds of food; kisses; hugs.... but coming second to someone else sucks!

And now I have in the fight for my current job.

The job I have been for the past three years was advertised a few weeks ago and now I have been short-listed for an interview.

I am no arrogant flower but it sucks to have to be interviewed for a job I do every day, and have been, for three years.

Next Tuesday is D-Day... and I have to blow everyone, on the interview panel, away.

The nervy part is that I have worked with each other these people for many, many years and now I have to pretend I don't know them and that I am best thing since sliced bread.

I hate talking about myself in interviews and I hate that I know that I blank and forget everything. I know many people hate interviews but seriously, I am god awful at them.

So I have something to look forward to, I guess.

Girl in the City: So how does this work?

Girl in the City: So how does this work?

So how does this work?

I'm in a relationship with a man that makes me laugh, makes me happy between the sheets (sorry it had be said) and can hold a conversation without it being all about him.

So why did my ex douche bag of a boyfriend send me an email through the wonderful world of Facebook and say:

I hear you're with a ranga? Hope his a top bloke and treats you nice...

And before you ask, I pressed delete! No response, no thought. Why bother.

The man never gave me the time of day to pay any slight attention to me while we dated (if you want to call it that) so I gave him as much attention as he gave me.

Delete! I love that word.

I did tell my man about that email and true to form, he smiled, laughed a little and said at least I know what I am doing. Love it!

So its been two months since we started dating and I am still finding my way through this whole relationship... I am not sure if that makes sense to you all but I am not entirely use to a man wanting to spend time with me, and actually wanting to spend time with me. And kids, I have to say, I love it!

I love holding his hand.

I love kissing him. It actually sends shivers down my spine? WTF! Didn't even know that happens – except for mills and boons books.

I love sitting next to him while we play Wii (especially the onion chopping game and Mario Kart)

I love waking up next to him.

I love hearing him say sweet things to me... and surprisingly, I thought I would hate that soppy shit but nope... lapping it all up! Who would have thought!

The thing is I am a little scared of becoming one of those 'we' people, the ones that forsake all their friends for their boyfriend … because I think I understand why some people do it.

At the beginning of a new relationship all you want to do is spend every minute with your man and the idea of anything else seems a little... meh.

Don't curse, don't even judge me cause we all do it. I am just new to it all.

So I am interested to know what other people do in the beginning of a relationship?