Mick Molloy...

Lord only knows why, but for as long as I can remember I have had the HOTS for Mick Molloy.. 

If I had the forethought I would even laminate a poster of Mick and put it on the ceiling above my bed, but that would be creapy wouldn't it?  Yes, I agree, very creapy..

I make it perfectly clear to partners that should Mick knock on the front door I'd dump them in a flash. 

I often fantasise that I open the door to find Mick dressed only in a pair of red lollybags.

I would like to take this opportunity to state that I am not a weirdo, nor a possessed stalker fan.. But I just thought it was time to air my dirty secret.  It's out now, I feel cleansed..

But I do love Mick Molloy <3

How to loose your shit in 5 seconds.....

My beautiful sister (K1) is staying with me for a few days while she is on holidays.  We have been shopping till we drop and having some one on one bonding time, which to be honest we don't really get much of a chance to do considering we live 3 hours apart.

In addition to K1 being here, I also have housemate K2.  I refer to them as K1 and K2 to protect the innocent and because they are like the B1 and B2 Banana's in Pajama's sans costumes (pajama's essential in the house though)....

The two of them together make for a fun time because they bounce off each other with comical conversations and witty banter which ends up with uncontrollable laughter and giggling, I won't mention the singing cause that's just going overboard.

Last night while sitting at the dining table after dining on Moroccan Lamb, veg and couscous which started off in the Tajine that K1 bought be for Christmas but it died (literally snapped in half on the stove). 

K2 was standing in the dining room with her work belt around her neck.. K1 queried if K2 had been a dog in a previous life as she was wearing her belt like a collar.  K2 laughed and there was banter back and forth with dog puns etc.  K1 mentioned that she was a dog in a previous life and had been mistreated and invited K2 to feel the side of her neck because she still has the marks...

At this point, I literally loose my shit, because I know what is going to happen next. 

I have a glass to lemon, lime and bitters up to my mouth and it goes everywhere as I quite literally explode with laughter, uncontrollable laughter, volcanious laughter... I cannot explain it any other way.

I was laughing so hard I had issues deciding whether to concentrate on standing or breathing, I wasn't even sure what my priority should be, stand? sit? breathe? vomit?

I was laughing so hard I was crying.

I was laughing so hard I thought my ribs were going to break.

I was laughing so hard I had no control over my bodily functions, I was drooling, crying, there may or may not have been snot involved I cannot remember... Fortunately I didn't get to the stage of "loosing my shit" but I was so damned close it wasn't funny.

I was laughing so hard I had no recollection of what I was doing, apart from I knew I had to get up to breathe, to go to the bathroom and get a towel, however when I did get my fat arse off the chair, I staggered like a drunkard, like I had just feasted on 6 bottles of red wine, staggering, clutching at chairs, running into tables.. 

I managed to stagger down the hallway, tears blinding me, ribs killing, the sounds of laughter from K1 and K2 following me and making me laugh even more.. I had a mission to get a towel to mop up the drool. One mission.. One mission only..

I remember hearing K1 finish the story about the dog collar.  K2 falls for K1's joke and feels K1's neck at which point K1 growls and tries to bite K2, this in turn makes K2 squeal like a girl followed by more laughter from both of them.  At this point, I loose my shit again..

For the love of God, I have no idea what I thought was so damned funny, or why that joke pushed me so far into pain and suffering from laughter, but I am paying for it now.

Boris the Teddy Bear

This morning I woke up with a horrible feeling… I remembered Boris.


Boris was an old yellow teddy bear with a tartan bow around his neck that Jason has cherished since he was a child. He and Boris were pretty much inseparable. I woke up this morning thinking about Boris and wondering where he was. I hope that he wasn’t thrown out in the clean up of Jason's house.

So I rang his work colleague and I've left a message for his best mate Matt (who found Jason on Wednesday 8th December) to call me, because Boris really needs to go to Jason's mother or someone who would appreciate how valuable Boris is/was to Jason.

This morning has been a struggle. I can't let it go.. I can't delete his number from my phone just yet, I still live in hope that he will message me "Hi!".

Vale Jasper Legge

Jasper....


I can't remember the first time I met you.. I do remember that we used to have fun. I was exceptionally young, you and your sister were people who lived on the opposite side of the spectrum to me. I remember skinny dipping with you and Zoe down at the beach, it was so naughty, but god it was fun.

I have fond memories of hanging out with you and Zoe at the horse stud.. Thanks for the memories:

Jasper Legge. 15.06.1968 - 04.07.2010

Vale Aunty Rube

Aunty Rube...

My god you were a beautiful woman. You were kind, a great cook, you loved us all unconditionally and you lived till you were a graceful 97 years old.. The last of a bunch of crazy kids and the sibling of my grandfather Robert.

You've seen things in your life that I could never imagine. You've been through two wars, the birth and growth of technology and god alone knows how many direct decendants. The impact you have made on this earth is more than anyone could ever imagine.

RIP Ruby Taylor Saturday 27th November 2010.

Vale Jason Niblett

Not that long ago I mentioned in my blog that I had a fight with a "Jason".

This afternoon I received a phone call from one of his colleagues informing me that he had been found in his home passed away.  Apparently he had passed away from a heart attack at the age of 37. He wasn't found for 4 days and it wasn't until he didn't turn up for work that the alarm bells sounded.

Whilst he was a pain in the arse, I still loved him.  He was one of the "good guys" and always stayed in touch and would give you the shirt off his own back in a heart beat.

Not many people knew the real Jason, I am not even sure I knew the real Jason. 

We used to hang out, watch movies, study, cook, wrestle, stuff around, drink and a good laugh and sometimes a good argument.. He used to love my massages and used to love it when I would do ear candle treatments on him.  He loved golf, had a real passion for it, and used to say that his game improved when we spent time with each other.  He also loved cars.. He loved his Nissan Skyline and his motor bike (except when he came off it straight into a barbed wire fence) and wanted to buy a block of land in the country "somewhere west like Mudgee" he would say and build a fully self sustainable house.  His passion was renewable energy, wind turbines and solar energy and would try to explain it to me which would end in frustration!

He loved a drink, and lord knows, tried to give up smoking.. But it was all too much and I think he loved it even though he knew it was bad for him.

Sleep overs usually consisted of him snoring so damned loudly and his sleep apnoea was that dreadful he would stop breathing which scared me more than once.  Many a time he would nap on the sofa under the air conditioning remote control in hand wearing my grey tracksuit pants that he decided were his.

He loved garlic bread, and insisted on having it at most meals.

He used to get cranky with me for getting work done at the house without consulting him or letting him do it for me. When I did get work done, he would get upset especially if the job wasn't done to his high standards.

I attended your funeral today (Wednesday 15th Dec), met your Mum and Sister as well as your boss and a few work colleagues. It was all very mellow, and we needed you there to liven up the party.  You have your Mum's eyes, she said that she wished she'd met me before today and I guess I wished I had too. I do hope that you were there and that you saw the number of people that were there, standing room only.  So many people that you have touched in some way, shape or form.. 
All in all Jason, you were one that I loved to hate. You drove me nuts, but, you were a good man.  Thanks for the fun times.. I'll miss you so much xx.


RIP, Jason NIBLETT, December 8th, 2010.

How proud am I?

My beautiful neice, the talented soul that she is has BLITZED her classes this semester..

Well done Boogie, I am exceptionally proud of you.  You are awesome and I love you very much.

Me xx

Flooding in Queanbeyan

Due to the weather conditions and flooding that is occuring in the Queanbeyan area I feel that a name change for the area is in order.

I declare that Queanbeyan is now "Bogan Atlantas"..  I feel as though this is a fit name for the area now considering the amount of bogans per litre of flood water.

Let's hope there is enough flannel to soak up all that water.