Monthly Archives: December 2007

Other people’s kids…

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I know I said it’s okay…
 I know I said ‘accidents happen’….
  I know I said ‘it’s not you fault’…
   I know I said ‘it’s just one of those things…
    I know I said ‘don’t worry about it’…

BUT…. ararararararararararararararararghghghghghghghghghghghgh!

Poo!  Bum!  Piss!  Fart!  Crap!  Shit!  Damn!  Wanker!  Bastard!  Prick!  Fuckwit!  Dumbass!  Bloody hell!  Knucklehead!  Stupid!  Asshole! Fucker! Shit!  Goddammitt I already said that!  Grrrrrrrr!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuckety fuck fuck fuck!

My nephew, god bless the little darling, pissed his pants.  Not a big deal ordinarily, little kids have accidents when they’re learning to use to toilet, but … he was playing trains on my new turkish rug at the time.  Not happy Jan…..    🙁

Reminds me of the time we’d just bought our townhouse and newly furnished it, had a lovely new couch that was a gift from the outlaws, and my sister was feeding her newborn bub on my nice new couch, when the little rotter did a big sloppy shit that slid out the side of her nappy and all over my brand new couch which had been delivered the week before.  Nice runny yellow babyshit colour it was too. 

And now I have piss on my Turkish rug  🙁  … thank god it wasn’t the really good one.
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I want to hug him and squeeze him and call him Muhammad!

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It was bound to happen, and I cant believe it took me so long to stumble on it, especially seeing that I’ve been doing nothing but cruise the internets all week, while slothing about in pain on my heat pack.  Here’s ’tis… THE Christmas gift of ’07…

teddy bear muhammed

If you’re Big Sal, have been living under a rock, are intellectually impaired, or just North American and only get Fox News and are therefore not actually  aware that there’s… you know… other countries out there, then the BBC has a series of articles that chronologically outline how Muhammed was fast becoming a more famous bear than Pooh.  This situation has seemed singularly lacking in any common sense from the get go …. lack of common sense from the teacher, lack of common sense from the parents, lack of common sense from the judiciary and so on and so forth up the food chain.  Having visited a predominantly Muslim country earlier this year and having experienced the fervour with which they adhere to their religion and traditions, it is not hard to see how this escalated.  When you’re in someone else’s country – you just don’t mess with their customs.  Period.

teddy bear muhammed 2

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Ennui …

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en·nui      [ahn-wee, ahn-wee; Fr. ahn–nwee]

–noun

a feeling of utter weariness and discontent resulting from satiety or lack of interest; boredom: The endless lecture produced an unbearable ennui.

[Origin: 1660–70; < F: boredom; OF enui displeasure;



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WoW Widow

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Since Mr K got a WoW account some months ago, he’s become a bit of a hermit…. not as bad as some WoW players I’ll grant you, but he’s been sucked in and now has a healthy habit, that no doubt he’d tell you he could stop any time he wanted to. For example, I can’t see what he’s doing on his PC at the moment, but I’d put money on him having his game running on one of his screens right this minute.

I toyed, for a fleeting second… a very fleeting second, with the idea of getting an account to see what all the fuss is about and maybe having something to talk to him about over dinner that isn’t work related. But, never fear I managed to come to my senses and decided that I didn’t want to talk to Mr K that much after all! 😛

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And as if to totally demonstrate my point, he just this minute came out complaining of wifi dropouts up the back and how dire it was that we fix it straight away, cos he’s in a battlefield that he really needs to do to get a weapon he really wants.  Sigh… sometimes I hate it when I’m right.