Another weird B Weekend


Please come and get me. I'm bored and she is in a bad mood and it's my custody weekend so can I bring Cohen too.  She's going out later.

So why don't you stay where you have a TV and peace when she goes out?

I don't remember the answer to that but he was adamant it was best to come and after the cops saying he should not go back there, I didn't feel like I had a huge choice and I did want to see my grandson.

Oh no, my house and a 2 year old with a cold - not that he told me the truth about that when I asked about his health. But at least I would finally get the money he owed me.  Or would I?

But on the way home in the car, Lauren phoned - his friend.  I'm heading to Mum's, come and visit me before you head out to the clubs. (Yay -No Stacey -, was implied).  But Lauren didn't leave for the clubs, she stayed with Brett on the sofa bed after finally getting Cohen to sleep on the camp stretcher.

They were both drunk after promising to pay tomorrow for R's homebrew Scotch and Vodka.  But he is a binge drinker every weekend (except last weekend because he was stuck out at his father's) and his coming to visit me was probably only for the fact that he knew R's grog would be here waiting for his cash.

Cohen might be cute but he breaks everything - toys, a much bigger hole in the flyscreen after expanding the one he started last time, and a dodgy button on the amp, and my flame effect heater no longer works as a heater.  It barely lasted a single season.  I felt like I had to be on guard for my computer non-stop and i was exhausted by an early bed time.  I had also tripped over outside on the clothes basket trolley that I was trying to rescue from Cohen and fell up against the brickwork scraping skin off on the way down because I had no luck in regaining my balance.  I have a sore arm today that must have copped a banging but my twisted foot seems OK.  This finding yourself on the ground is not a nice thing at my age.  P.S  I hadn't been drinking!

The strange thing is that after a night in bed with another woman, and its not the first time, he is going back to Stacey's who has been trying to get him back home ever since he came here.  Maybe she didn't even go out and she said she "missed" Cohen.  I think B lied and he will be doing more lying about who he was with besides me and Scott (who hibernated in the bedroom mostly) but because she is going to cook him dinner, he is once again happy to go back to her or is he?

She seems to have him over a barrel now that the lease is up on her flat next week.  She either goes out to Roger's with Cohen or she goes to her Dad's in Warnambool and Brett will miss Cohen.  She was out of town with B last week because she wants company during the week but then gets bored and wants her weekend entertainment.  But B is the same about his weekends when it's his turn to party. It's just that Stacey get's on facebook and complains about being stuck in the bush.  Facebook has also revealed that Stacey does not want to take Cohen to Harvey Bay where her mother is when she moves out.  Facebook conversations can be pretty disgusting sometimes with Julie and Stacey both complaining about B and B making "I don't care" type comments rather than defending himself in public.

It beats me why they want to give us the expense of microchipped driver's licenses when whoever wants to track your life can get more detail on Facebook.  Anna Bligh is a pain with just about all her ideas. She may not have got her Traveston Dam but it seems she will be sucking water out of the Mary River with a piped network to feed Brisbane.  The Mary is a pretty puny river at our end already.

Anyway, they have gone now, and I still have not been paid.  The ATM at the local shops where they walked to was out of order.

Tomorrow you'll get your money, when Dad comes to pick me up.

I've heard that before.

But in my experience Dad has better things to do than go half an hour out of his way and back again.

ADDENDUM: Nah, they didn't turn up.

Cohen's Second Birthday was lovely. 

This is what I gave Cohen

This is from GrandNan Peters and Terrific Aunt Deb

And then we ate yummy banana cake after some cheerios, party food and singing "Happy Birthday".  But ofcourse that birthday spend up meant that there was no money to pay me or Rob back.











Have a look at the budgie pacing in his cage in the background - it was a present for Cohen from his Mum and Dad but he has had it for a little while and it runs around the house and is very easily handled.  I'm told "Peanuts" loves Cohen.  Probably because Cohen shares his food.

S got a day and a half work through Manpower or Men at Work this week.  He was cleaning up a chimney/exhaust fan which caught on fire in a house.

C was here to stay for school holidays when he was called up so he had to be sent back but he is back again now for a couple of days.  C does not seem to want to stay very long these days and asks to go home quite frequently.  But S is determined to follow through on the paperwork associated with trying to prove A is an unfit mother/environment (with Pauly there at least).  Who knows what S's real reasons are.

The best thing S has done this week is to clean out the mouldy carpet in his boot and through out the underlay with all the "fur"

We have had a bit of a time with Centrelink over the rent and S  trying to tell me what to do and sign on the form.  We are up to form three but S has finally accepted that he cannot get so much rent assistance in a place that has cheap rent to start with and now he has another bill to Centrelink for back pay because he received too much.

Connor practices Martial Arts

You're ferral.

Why do you say I am ferral?

I don't know, I must have sensed something.

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Don't touch me (slight affectionate pat on the shoulder)

What's wrong?

You don't have showers (after I just had showered 10 minutes ago).

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Karla has not been to my place since before Christmas.

Her reason is that she cannot tolerate his swearing when he angrily complains about people in the world.

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He says he is extremely intelligent and I just don't realize how smart he really is.

Well hello March, hello Autumn and hello blue sky.

It has been raining either overcast and showery or full-on downpour for a month, since cyclone Olga, until today which is apparently a one off because it is supposed to start raining again tomorrow. I've even had to park my car out in the drive so that we could use the garage as a clothesline.

I have been feeling so tired however and my legs have been like lead and I have had to sleep a lot but today I sat on the local beach and even dipped in the red waters.  Red? So much run off has turned the Pumicestone Passage red. 

Things have not been that great - I'm a bit lost since I have not had the Kabbalah group to occupy my time and give me a sense of purpose.  You may even say depressed.  And mould man is enough to drive anyone to mental illness.

He costs me so much to have around.  I gave up the TV to his bedroom so that I could have some peace down this end of the house but he is constantly in the kitchen and cooking up something even if it is only noodles and that means a hot house.  No problem he turns the air con down to 22 and even though we fight over it now I have a 300 dollar electricity bill.  I warned him a month ago to put money aside for it but he has none now I need it.  Did I tell you he broke the blender by pouring boiling water into it?  It cracked but there is no way I am going to replace it while he is here because he used up all the fruit and milk in the place making smoothies for himself and guess who was supposed to buy the mild in the second week when he had no money left?  He is always asking for money if only to buy shampoo (because he does not like the smell of mine) or razors which he must use only once or twice before throwing them out.  If I try and keep one of his rejects for myself then he says "no" and thinks I am disgusting.

He goes through chux wipes like they are going out of fashion, lets his towels and the bathmat stay wet and soggy in a heap and is still having up to five showers a day and I cannot keep up with going in there, and hanging things up.

I have so many things to complain about but the worst is when I do something and he comes along and undoes it or refuses to let me so something that has a look that reminds him of something.  Like yesterday, I was trying to set up my computer TV dongle on my netbook with a portable antenna and it happens to work only in one spot in the hall near my room and because it reminded him of a dildo or something he absolutely refused to let it stay there and moves it and loses my signal. 

I can't type any more, my head is throbbing and I can hardly keep my eyes open.

He does not party with this one any more

It's hard to get a "sweet" photo of this one

Rainy, wet morning in Noosaville before the dentist

I can see a rainbow

Elvis is in Noosaville

Du, du, du, looking out my front door.

Here is a photo
of my new smile
if you know what I mean.

I am really glad I took these photos

At Wallaby JumpUp again

I took this photo a long time ago at Wallaby JumpUp

The Bighorn ranges in Wyoming in wild-flower Season. An Internet friend of mine lives in this area and she took this photo. It is all under snow right now and despite that, she and her hubby are heading to Cody (Google Maps shows a photo of a Buffalo Bill Historical Centre there) specifically for Italian food because its hubby's birthday and Italian is his favorite. It's only 150 miles from Buffalo where they live. A long drive for a restaurant in the snow they admit. Hubby hunts Elk and mounts the antlers on the walls at home after the long taxidermy process. Poor Elk.

Connor is having a birthday party again today. Although he went to Wet and Wild or somewhere for his birthday, because school was broken up at the time, Ange had no contacts for his party so she is throwing another one today. 22 kids at Maze Mania that she is paying for. Scott had no idea. I saw Ange because this time, she dropped Connor off here and she still has dreadlocks - they must be full of sand by now (a year?). Also she says she has been living with her partner Paul for about that long and now lives in Shelly Beach in a granny flat belonging to his family temporarily. She also has a part-time job reading at the school as Scott named it. A teacher's Aid I wonder? She is supposedly getting paid.

Connor just stayed overnight and I am not sure why Ange has not been letting Scott have him on the weekends but he says some pretty crazy things to her over the phone. But you only have to have the wrong tone of voice according to Scott's ears to incite suspicion and accusations.

I got my dentures this week and the top one is OK but the bottom one needs adjusting big time if I am to wear them. But I can't eat with them and not experience terrible pain in two teeth that have always (since root canal) been sensitive to pressure so how that is going to help me chew food, I am not sure when all I can do is take them out to eat. There is no great cosmetic value in the bottom ones either especially since the wires show.

After all the dramas with Scott and his moods and misperceptions, and Brett with his drunken binges and naked female weekend entertainment and lost or broken mobile phones that he has one more time gotten himself into debt over, it has been relatively quiet this week. No more punch ups between the boys either. Although Brett is determined to "get him" outside one of these days. But the main reason for the quiet is that I sacrificed the TV and told Scott to put it in his room. It is much better for me to have the noise down the other end of the house. I'm no good with noise. I get cranky and it actually feels painful. Scott's whistles are the worst though but thankfully he does not do that so much these days. I do not like the maniacal cackle though. Laughing at his own thoughts all bloody day is when he is in a "good" mood.