The Sand, The Snow & The Sea

eating wheatbix

somebody needs to come up with a phenomenal idea as to the best way to keep wheatbix in a bowl filled with milk without them getting soggy. im currently battling eating my wheatbix because as im getting down to the last couple, they are just really soggy and have lost all forms of crunch. 

the strategy i usually go with it keep all the wheatbix on their side and one by one submerging them when i get to it however there has to be a better was to do it. also putting each wheatbix in one by one is not an option because there are too many things to carry to my designated eating spot which is usually my bedroom.

something go and invent something

no kitchen

my kitchen rules sucks. we had a perfectly good kitchen and old man perks and the k train decided to get a new one. my kitchen is now a table in my living room. tradies are coming at 7am every morning stripping the old one to put in the new one. wish they would start at 9 and finish at 5 instead of start at 7 and finish at 3. pain in the ass. water is going on and off constantly with different tradies doing their bit.

mainly off it because there was nothing wrong with our old kitchen and now we are getting a white one which wont suit the style of our house. this is the latest thing mum and dad have wasted their money on. they bought a new inside table (which is actually pretty cool) but threw out our old inside table as well as the outdoor table which made no sense. and they also bought the most uncomfortable outdoor lounges for the deck which cost a bomb. their sense of fashion is appalling with old age. 

this better be done soon. they only started today and already im real sick of it.

mum is cooking us food in the laundry so i keep telling her how lucky she is because now her two favourite rooms of the house, the kitchen and laundry, are combined into one hahaha

dicksons 21st

tommy dickson’s 21st last night. he gave everybody a different letter of the alphabet and we had to dress up as something that started with that letter. i was given F. freddy flinstone mate. mum used to be a wedding dress maker so with my knowledge of her skills, i told her to make me a fred flinstone costume. took her an hour and it was bloody fantastic. 

i skated down the road to andys and had some bevvys with the older boys. we then walked over to the surf rock which was about 200m from andys house. it was there we greeted dickson said happy birthday and so on and then started having beers that were free on the bar tab. 

did my standard walk around the party telling everyone that whoever’s birthday it is, that they want everybody to go onto the dance floor for some reason. it generally works because everyone gets up from sitting down and walks to the dance floor because they think its what the birthday person wants but in actual fact its just me trying to get more people onto the df.

partied into the night like always. my old manager of sds, em who now lives in canada, one of her good mates was there. got a photo with her and we sent it to em claiming to be her two favourite people. 

walked down to the tab before i left and then walked back to buschys to grab my skatey. i attempted to skate on it but got off because it just generally didnt really seem like a very good idea. 

dickson mate, thanks for the hospitality of having us at the surf rock. appreciate it big fella. had an awesome night and by the looks of it you did as well 

it’s all about the timing

just had a thought before as to what happened to the people before jesus died for our sins. whether you believe in god or not, surely youve heard the scripture that jesus died for our sins so all could be forgiven and we could go to heaven. well, before jesus sacrificed himself, what happened to the people that were killed or died? did they just not have a choice and if they were good they went to heaven and if they were bad they went to hell? what a selective and lengthy process for the independent commission who had to decide.

i reckon the moral of this story is that it’s all about timing. our timing was pretty good since we were born after jesus died. but the people who died before jesus died, well they have the piss poor timing of an english batsman

waste of time

planned with eddie yesterday to meet at the mall this morning at 930 to book travel insurance for europe. we rescheduled this morning to meet at 10 because i was so bloody tired and couldnt get out of bed. i beat eddie to the mall and i walked to sta travel and the shop was gone. it had black boards over it saying something like a new shop is coming soon! or something of the likes. so filthy. much would have rather slept in and now ive wasted half the day and dont want to do anything because im so tired and am working at six tonight. just run down and off it.

absolute bloody waste of time. 

ORIGIN

carn the blues. we lost though, 18-10. devastating. unfortunately getting used to this feeling of losing. i went to the diggers with the boys and had beers and watched the game on the big screen. loved the fight between the boys but thought it was cheap of the refs to send only jennings to the bin for ten. there were some other dodgey calls made by the refs but in the end whether inglis’ try was called a try or not, we still would have been down by two. nsw should change their kicker though. carney is atrocious. there were a coupla fights in the diggers as well amongst patrons. created a great atmosphere. 

i was hoping ben creagh would do something good so i could say ‘that shit creagh’

we’re on the back foot now so are once again more pressured as we have to win the remaining two