Sublime and Ridiculous

Phew! Well that was a weekend of contrasts...
(Edit below for those who've already read it - I is useless with the memory at the moment)

Friday night was magical!
* Dinner at the pub with Chesty and the lovely MrL - the boys talked about, um, I dunno - vaguely intelligent stuff... Chesty and I continued our MSN conversation mostly consisting of all things Big Brother. My husband despairs of me...
* Some nice people playing pool decided to have a retro night on the jukebox, and thus I was treated to a bunch of music from high school/ Uni. It put me in a very relaxed and happy happy joy joy mood... MC hammer does that to you. (but only if you only hear 'can't touch this' once every 5 years)
* Adam Hills ROCKED. We spent 2 hours laughing. It's very very good for the soul. Highlights included Katie Noonan singing 'Muna muna' and the 'Footloose' dancing on the car roof. Joyous indeed. And it's always nice to see a Shire Boy come good...
* You know how you often have a little monologue running in your head - where you can make the most inappropriate comment you like, because only YOU can hear it? Well there was a woman sitting directly behind me who kept that running commentary up the entire night. Aloud. In a really irritating loud voice. She reminded MrB of his Great Aunty Joyce. And strangely, one of things she really needed to talk about was her wish for Adam to 'take his kit off' . Baffling.
* Coffee and dessert with the RevJen and the ClergyWife in what has got to be the dodgiest Italian restaurant on Enmore Rd. We were getting desperate as the Enmore theatre had spewed out hundreds of caffeine-needy ABC snobs, and we needed a seat. Meh - it was coffee, it was ice-cream... who can ask for more?


And then Saturday Morning arrived, bright and shiny and full of promise...


MrB had taken the Big Girls to footy, and the twins and I were hanging out in the sun. The babes were playing in the garden, I was sitting on the deck reading the paper with the sun on my back. Blissful.
Until I happened to look up, and saw Miss I coming down the hallway with an odd expression on her face. She was fighting a battle between the need to keep a secret as she'd obviously done something naughty, and the need to tell me something very important. Namely that there was something yucky in her mouth.

She'd been playing in my room, and gone through the packets of tablets still on my bedside table from the Headache Fiasco of 2 weeks ago... There were a number missing, and she couldn't spit them out.

I freaked. I call MrB - he immediately left the footy game, but would still be 15 minutes... So I called the ambulance.

I was trying to stay calm, because Miss I was just getting more and more flustered, but I failed dismally. I was sobbing and shaking, peering into her eyes to check for any changes...

Luckily she'd taken my anti-nausea, anti-dizziness tablets, instead of the kickarse migraine or pandeine fortes. But still, she'd taken 5.

The ambulance arrived at the same time as MrB, and he was the picture of calmness. The fact that he'd just done a full day First Aid course at work probably helped... Anyway, the ambo decided that I was upsetting Miss I more than anything, and suggested I NOT travel in the ambulance to the hospital. Besides by this stage Miss O had figured something was going on, and was standing on the front porch screaming for her sister.

What a drama.

She's fine. They kept her in hospital for 24 hours, hooked up to a heart monitor, for observation, But she was utterly fine. So utterly fine that the medical staff were starting to think she hadn't actually consumed the tablets at all (She definitely had - I checked), the total lack of side-effects baffling them. She had got very very lethargic and close to passing out in the ambulance, but then bounced back with a vengeance. She spent 24 hours watching TV and eating, so was pretty darn relaxed when I went to pick her and MrB up yesterday morning.

But - scary.

And yes, all tablets are now locked away. Sometimes you just get careless. And that's never a good thing.

Edit: Forgot to mention that I also had an up close and personal experience with a large red-back spider yesterday. It was nesting in my 'outdoor boots which reside outside the back door. Luckily a Girl Guide indoctrinated childhood means that I always bang my boots before putting them on... Nearly died when this angry spider went me! Especially when Miss O was pratting about with bare feet just next to me, wanting to see the spider.

It got squashed.

Saturday - B stylee

OK. Am off the soapbox. I promise...

EXETEL SUCKS!!!


Oh sorry - a little attack of ISP Tourettes. Please forgive me.

*****

So - the rabbits had an eventful morning. MrB heard them go absolutely schizo in the hutch and had a WTF? moment... and went outside to discover a large bird, with a wingspan of over a metre flying out of the yard.

It was a grey goshawk (Thank you Uncle Google) wanting an easy Saturday morning brunch... It flew away unsatisfied, but left the rabbits and MrB kinda spooked.


I had a sudden image of the goshawk swooping down when Miss H has one of the rabbits on the leash, and flying away with more than it bargained for....

*****

Went to MrB's school Fete and Open Day today. Oh the mega yayness!

At least this year I didn't have the overwhelming urge to tell the teenage boys to PULL THEIR BLOODY PANTS UP!
This year I was all about the: Child, you are a size 16 at least - those footless tights are stretched to breaking point trying to keep your thighs covered. And I really don't need to see your entire bright pink bra, or indeed, the contents of said bra.

Thank goodness I exist entirely within my Bulli bubble and only have to encounter such hideous 'adolescence' but once a year.

But, yeah, the munchkins all had a good time - there were teacup rides and lolly stalls, and second-hand book stalls (they are their mother's daughters...) so the family B were happy.

But now I'm exhausted.

The One with the cars

When you play the 'When we win Lotto...' game, which car do you wish you could buy????

MrB always chooses an Audi A4. He is love with German engineering...


And speed. But that kinda goes without saying...

Me, after the obligatory 'People Mover', (probably a new VW Transporter TDI), I'd be quite happy with one of these:



A Ford Cortina Mk 2. My dream car.
My family had Cortina's in the UK, and here. I wrote one off on my very first driving lesson, and pranged another a few years later (what? The wheels went wobbly as I went around a corner...)
But still, I love 'em. Built like a tank, but a gorgeous drive.

I miss my Cortina...

MrB has one of these:


lurking in the garage. So why can't I have a Cortina? Hmmm? It's only fair!

Heinous!

Can anyone tell me how Law and Order: SVU ended last night?

Because I got up in disgust and walked out, just when that pregnant lady was arrested for obstruction and they were going to forcibly test her amniotic fluids... Suddenly washing the dishes became an extremely pressing matter.


BUT! My Goodness! That shot, in the pre-credits, where Elliot is getting dressed in the semi-dark, in response to an urgent phone-call from a soon-to-be-deaded victim.

*Gulp!*


Ahem. Now, where was I?


MrB has this quite annoying game whereby he quizzes me as to whether I agree with the attractiveness of various people on the tv. So last night he was doing it during the credits of L&O:SVU.
The DA (can't remember her bloody name)? nup (says me)
Tutuola? nup.
Munch? yeah, kinda actually.
The ME? yep, definitely.
The Chief? nup.

Stabler? *blushes* *grins* erm...

Cue MrB pissing himself laughing at me.

yep. gotta love Thursday nights in front of the telly. My Name is Earl AND a little bit of Stabler.

It's all good.

All clear: Stand Down

Well Inigo is making a recovery - it looks like it was just an infection in his mouth. Probably some bird or small furry animal giving him hell from beyond the grave.

And serves himself right too.

So MrB has been giving him an antibiotic tablet every morning and evening, which provoked this conversation last night:

him: why do I have to do all the feral jobs?
me: because I gave birth to your four daughters...
him: but I had to put up with you while you were pregnant...

(cue guffaws from his father... cue withering looks from me and his mother)

later in conversation

him to his father (alluding to my exceptional talent for throwing up into plastic bags in a noiseless and dignified fashion while suffering morning sickness...) and how impressed were you with Actonb's chucking up in the freezer bag on the way to the airport that time...
me: ... and you need reminding why you have to do the feral jobs...?
him: oh. (silence, chastened expression)

Anyway, we have been informed by the vet that Inigo may need to have his teeth cleaned and descaled (huh? from eating too many skinks?), which all sounds well and good, except for the fact that it has to be done under general anaesthetic, and will cost up near $400. For a teeth-clean! So, if we don't get it done, does this make us the stingiest, evilest cat-parents in the whole entire world? Bloggers of the world, tell me it ain't so!