AHHHHHHH

You know I'm kinda ok with pretty much most bugs...I'm good that way. Some I don't get overly close to but I don't freak out I'm pretty happy to observe them and think they're pretty in their own right. But there's one...one bug I REALLY do not like. This bug I unfortunately encountered tonight. I wouldn't even call it a bug because that would be too kind...it was a beast...a total BEAST.
So I was going to take dinner reminents down to my other nemesis the green bin (really it makes me vomit...I think it's a disgusting thing this country does)...anyway...so I put my feet in an old pair of my mum's slippers that she keeps down in the garage and I feel something cold and wet on my right foot. I instantly pull my foot out after talking a step and start to shake the slipper. A couple of stones fall out and I think of maybe it was just cold stones but I continue to shake and there it was....THE BEAST...a big yuk cockroach. Seriously puked in my mouth a little. AND...it touched my foot!!! So I bolted out of the garage and I really did not want to touch my foot...soooo (good thing I'm flexible) I stuck my foot into the kitchen sink and turned the tap on. I didn't want to scrub it with soap because that would mean touching it and I wanted something more anticeptic...so I grabbed the kitchen cleaner spray and frantically started spraying my foot. So I did this until I had no feeling left in my foot from the cold water.
THEN...I grabbed the bug spray underneath the sink and went into the garage. When I left it looked dead...it was not! It was moving...MOVING....I had to keep moving Ben's Jeep to spray it continuously. I don't think I took my finger off the sprayer. The floor was white and it was still moving!!! It flipped....a fatal mistake and I sprayed every side of it until it didn;t move and was white from the sheer volume of spray...which also killed a small spider nearby from it's fumes...sorry little guy but you were sacrificed for the greater good.
It was truly awful. When I think about it I want to vomit....I might go wash my foot again with the spray....
I blame this on Methody...after 7 years at that school with mammoth cockroaches everywhere you'd think I'd be ok with them. I still remember the day I counted over 30 dead ones in a corridor...think pest control was in that day. I also still remember my shoe having a thin base and being able to feel them squish when you stood on them....vomit...gonna vomit...
It's so their fault...other bugs don't freak me out this much...ick ick ick...

LOL :)

So I've had a little down week and a friend in work showed me some quotes...I found soem rather amusing ones...

Jack Handy Quotes on life -

"Why do people in ship mutinies always ask for "better treatment"? I'd ask for a pinball machine, because with all that rocking back and forth you'd probably be able to get a lot of free games.”

“I hope some animal never bores a hole in my head and lays its eggs in my brain, because later you might think you're having a good idea but it's just eggs hatching.”

"I hope that someday we will be able to put away our fears and prejudices and just laugh at people.”

“You know what would make a good story? Something about a clown who make people happy, but inside he's real sad. Also, he has severe diarrhea.”

“It's fascinating to think that all around us there's an invisible world we can't even see. I'm speaking, of course, of the World of the Invisible Scary Skeletons.”

BUT....my favourite....


"The difference between a man and a boy is, a boy wants to grow up to be a fireman, but a man wants to grow up to be a giant monster fireman.”

Ohhh shiny scissors...

I found this fantastic necklace on Etsy...totally sums me up. It's that thing of being told to do something then just blatantly ignoring it and doing what you wanted to anyway. There's nothing like the invigoration of running with scissors. It kind of goes hand in hand with that phrase "be careful you might poke someone's eye out" or "it's all fun and games until someone gets hurt"....that's why you don't run near the stairs with the scissors...they're narrow and slippy.

Eventually we appear to have a day of actual proper summer sunshine and hotness. I wore pretty shoes. I probably shouldn't have said that since I've probably now jinxed it. *touch wood* it'll still be summer for the rest of the day and my pretty shoes will stay pretty instead of manky and wet with muddy water splashes on my legs. Love those. Looks like you're just a smidge retarded at doing camouflage and only did your feet and ankles therefore totally missing the point completely. It kinda like I'm going to war but I want to protect my feet...the rest of me not so much.

Yesterday's saga is a little on going...I'm open to job trade offers :) Just for a week or so.

Hug?

It's just been one of those days...

I kinda wish I hadn't got out of bed.

**Update** All sorted thanks to a fantastic friend!...who I love enormously :)

Ben-isms

So after the last post i started to think about some of Mr Ben's funnier moments....

The things that make him special...

After Christmas in Children's Church..

"Did you have a good time in Church?"

"Yes...I played with Jesus at his Birthday party"

"Poka Cola!!"

"I'm bulchie" (bulky)

"Did you just take a picture of your bear?"

"Yea...he's not a bear mommy...Ting's my best friend"

"Mommy, I used up all my hugs today, I'm in a rush"

On the father's day card to his granda that he made at daycare

"I like playing with my granda and our puppy" ...we don't have a puppy.

On discussing a little boy in daycares name..

"What was the little boys name Ben?"

"Saosan"

"Saosan?"

"No, Saosan"

"Saosan?"

"NO granny! Saosan!"

"Saosan?"

"GRANNY! Listen to my words!!! SAOSAN!!!"

(Mum was laughing too hard to respond)

After telling me...

"So Ben what was the little boy's name in daycare?"

"Saosan"

"Saosan?"
"NO, Saaooosssaaannn"

"Saosan?"

"Saosan?"

"GGGGRRRRR...Why are you not listening to my mouth??"

(Hysterical laughter...I know we're mean)

"Saosan?"

"OHHH...Jonathan???"

"YES!"

The arguement over the bears...I was trying to seize the moment and teach about sharing...Instead I lost an arguement with a 3year old.

He takes the bear (lucky) from my bed and stuffs it under his arm(just a note I don't sleep with the teddy bear...he just shares my bed).

"Where are you going with my bear?"

"I'm sleeping with him tonight"

"...but he's my bear...you have Ting"

"You need to learn to share mommy"

"Ok...then I'll have Ting"

"But Tings mine"

"But you have my bear so I'll take Ting...you need to share"

*thinks for a minute* "I'll get you one!...wait here!"

He comes back with a bear he disguarded in the corner

"Here you go mommy!"

"No...that's not the same, I'll have Ting...remember to share"

"No...Ting's mine"

I can tell I'm losing...

"Ok...I'll cut you a deal...I'll take Jeff the lion"

*more thinking* and he goes out of the room from which he yells...

"I've got you Monkey!"

"No, I want Jeff the lion"

So I come out of the room

"But I can't find Jeff" (Jeff is blatantly lying on the top of the pile of bears in plain view)

"He's right there" *I pick Jeff up*

*Silence* "Here have Monkey"

"No it's ok...I have Jeff"

(This was in the morning before I went to work) I put Jeff into my handbag and go to walk away.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

Until 2 nights ago he still had Lucky held captive in his bed.

There's so many more...I'll have to add some later.

Ben

Sometimes I think he's just being cute and then other times I think he's trying to push me into extending our family....

On his Ronald McDonald toy "I need my little brother...he's my brother"

Still on the same toy "rock-a-bye baby...SING IT FOR BABY MOMMY!"

On seeing my brother and his girlfriend "I need to wait for my baby sister Morgen"

On going to see my friends "Are you going to see your kids?"

There's so many more...but the best one came this morning...
"Mommy...you ain't got a Ben...you need to go make a new one" (No idea where he picked 'ain't' up from)
"How about no..."

All this from a child who doesn't like babies!
"Ben do you like babies?"
"Only the rubber ones in the cupboard" (the dolls at daycare)

"Ben, do you like babies?"
"No...they're yukkie"
"Why are they yukkie?"
(Totally deadly serious) "...Because they don't have pockets"
He even said it like it was the most normal thing in the world and I was stupid for not thinking of it.

Yummmmm

So I have a new nemisis...roasted salted cashews...discovered the other day and soooo tasty.
Not helping the diet. My perpetual diet. I have about a month to squeeze into that dress from last Christmas...so not happening. It's never good when you need to suck in, pull the fabric together, hurt your back and get your bracelet stuck in your hair just to get the zip up. I give up by the time it gets to the hook at the back. By that stage I need to sit down with a cup of coffee and hope the seam doesn't split
On the upside, I nearly broke my tooth on one...that should hinder the eating I hope!

Also...randomly...what did happen to summer? I'm not liking the muggy, humid, thunderstorm weather we're getting. Why are we getting Tornado warnings in August?? Not pleased. I can't wear my nice shoes. :[

Naomi...

yup...

I Love Stationary!

Yesterday I decided I'd had enough of not having the actual office supplies I needed after talking to a co worker. I know I'm a separate division in the office so can kind of find a round about way of getting what I need via my own boss. It has it's perks :)

So...I took to the Staples website to suss out what I needed (wanted). In hindsight I probably should've ordered from the website but that would take the fun out of actually going and looking at stationary and I'm too impatient to wait for postage...it may have hindered my spending though. With my co worker I went to Staples this morning...yay...I'm sad and I know it. I think I probably could've spent 5 times what I did...there's something about Stationary I really like. Kind of like a weird fetish but not that extreme. I don't sniff the pencils or anything.

You'd think it was Christmas at my pleasure at having a rolodex! (It has business card slots and everything!) Except there's no fat man in a red suit with a big beard...except the guy in the hall who says 'I know where you're going' everytime I (or any female) goes to the washroom...seriously scary.

So for today I'm being a pro activeworker :) Yay me! (And I have my rolodex to play with too!)

(BTW...found the picture on a fantastic blog I now love... http://ohilikethat.blogspot.com/)

My Friend The Enemy -

'Oh, May it flourish forever, That beautiful time of young love!'

And so the Beat goes on...

Well, it does what it says on the tin...my ramblings.
Used to have a blog or 2...did not keep them up so thought I'd give it a final shot. Plus, I'm kinda bored at work...