Thursday, September 29, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sebadoh and Smudge
Firstly, I love Smudge. They were just as good as I remembered all those gigs all those years ago. Speaking of years ago, how does Alison Galloway look the same age?
Secondly, if I was able to marry a voice it would belong to Lou Barlow.
Thirdly, thank goodness that lovely brown hair blue ribbon girl helped me stay to the very end. The last song in the encore was Willing To Wait.
That alone made it worth a Thursday night 6 hour round trip. I belted that song all the way home.
Lame-o
Things have been a bit depressing here of late. A lame dog will do that to you. A lame dog in the twilight years of his life. A lame dog that you imagine not being there any more. Hold that thought.
One day that yellow dog person was bouncing around - the next day there was pain and sadness. I thought had done his cruciate again. Remember that? So yeah, I thought the worst - pretty much sobbing myself to sleep as I imagined coming home to an empty house. Planning who I would tell at work (so they could take down the dog pictures and ban everyone from talking about it), thinking about changing my twitter handle* so I wouldn't have that constant reminder. Basically my life was exactly like a cliched country song....but sadder and with my ex moving to Islamabad as opposed to Arkansas or Nashville or something.
Anyways, a trip to the vet concluded he just has super bad arthritis - big time bad. But manageable - what a relief. Hold that thought.
The vet told me that once a week for 4 weeks he has an injection. Every day he has a tablet. No problems there. Except as I was leaving she mentioned the tablets were 'pretty expensive, so we'll see how you go'. She did this in an alarmingly hushed tone. Be wary of a vet that whispers, it isn't the same as that dog whisperer dude.
I was holding onto that relief as I blindly handed over my visa card. The thought that my super best furry friend was still okay. Happy thoughts. Hold those thoughts.
About 2 hours later I was brave enough to look at the bill. $74 for 2 weeks of tablets. That is a frick load of money. I calculated how much this was going to cost long term and reflected that it was probably a good thing I cancelled that foxtel subscription. And then I felt a little bad - middle class problem much? So right about now is a good time to go back to the bunch of thoughts on hold. Dog loves you, you love dog. Dog feels better, you feel better. Money - it doesn't buy you love, but it buys you a happier dog.
*is that what a twitter name is called? I think so.
One day that yellow dog person was bouncing around - the next day there was pain and sadness. I thought had done his cruciate again. Remember that? So yeah, I thought the worst - pretty much sobbing myself to sleep as I imagined coming home to an empty house. Planning who I would tell at work (so they could take down the dog pictures and ban everyone from talking about it), thinking about changing my twitter handle* so I wouldn't have that constant reminder. Basically my life was exactly like a cliched country song....but sadder and with my ex moving to Islamabad as opposed to Arkansas or Nashville or something.
Anyways, a trip to the vet concluded he just has super bad arthritis - big time bad. But manageable - what a relief. Hold that thought.
The vet told me that once a week for 4 weeks he has an injection. Every day he has a tablet. No problems there. Except as I was leaving she mentioned the tablets were 'pretty expensive, so we'll see how you go'. She did this in an alarmingly hushed tone. Be wary of a vet that whispers, it isn't the same as that dog whisperer dude.
I was holding onto that relief as I blindly handed over my visa card. The thought that my super best furry friend was still okay. Happy thoughts. Hold those thoughts.
About 2 hours later I was brave enough to look at the bill. $74 for 2 weeks of tablets. That is a frick load of money. I calculated how much this was going to cost long term and reflected that it was probably a good thing I cancelled that foxtel subscription. And then I felt a little bad - middle class problem much? So right about now is a good time to go back to the bunch of thoughts on hold. Dog loves you, you love dog. Dog feels better, you feel better. Money - it doesn't buy you love, but it buys you a happier dog.
*is that what a twitter name is called? I think so.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Floriade, you did depress me
Yeah, yeah the flowers are beautiful and all that - but the people.... So many couples pushing their kids around with no smiles in their eyes. Just empty faces going through the motions of what you are all supposed to do with life. Thank god for the tourists!
The best part about floriade is the amazing posing by the flowers - I saw one guys with his girlfriend and big brown teddy bear, posing amongst the flower beds. There was a beautiful Malaysian girl who was doing a full on model shoot, not shy or self conscious at all (which made her more beautiful). And big families out enjoying the day, buying fairy floss and then picnicking. On the drive out I saw 5 different families picnic by the lake under the weeping willow trees. The tables were covered with tiffins filled with goodness knows what - but i bet it was good. All happy and laughing and with smiling eyes.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Question
Why would someone who is 38 list Midsomer Murders as their favourite tv show, and wonder why they are still single?
Monday, September 19, 2011
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