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Mary Mary
20 July 2009 @ 05:14 pm
Has it been that long, that I think I've forgotten how this works...?
Mary Mary
21 August 2006 @ 10:48 pm
Stewart v Elder. Okay, I'm still gunning for the blue team. Especially after the part where Mike Stewart says "I'm gonna die trying", which I thought was a great quote. Have I heard it somewhere before?

Well, anyway - I'm totally gunning for Freddie/Freddy (no idea which way to spell his first name, and forgotten his last name). I hope he wins the whole thing, because, yeah, I like him.

I missed most of the fight because I was changing my mother's dressing - but YAY for knockout ending. Well, not really "yay-I'm-so-happy", but more "yay-I-got-to-see-what-it's-about". Whatever.

Then I got bloody annoyed at the end re: Stewart's comments about not wanting to hurt someone! HELLO!! BOXING!! Whether you know them personally or not, your opponent is going to have a family - wife, kids, brothers, sisters, mother, father. If you don't want to hurt people, get into, like, chess or something. And when he said that he was "ashamed" of himself? For winning? The fuck?! What are you doing in this tournament? The whole point is to BEAT your opponent, which means that yes, shockingly, you win. You want to win for your family? Or would you rather lose to the other guy because his little daughter was crying? Dude, if it had been the other way around, it would probably be YOUR daughter who was crying. Is that what you'd prefer? Honestly, it just seemed such a stupid thing to say.
Mary Mary
12 August 2006 @ 10:17 pm
Okay, ending wasn't at all that surprising. I mean, the hints were there. Jack was totally gonna get taken.

But man, I am totally and utterly in love with Martha/Aaron! Desperately in love!

So go bask in the Martha/Aaron love: Moment.
Mary Mary
07 August 2006 @ 07:24 pm
I found scratches and dried blood and icky stuff on the side of my girl's face and neck. Freaked me out. So, took her to the vet. Vet says it looks like heat rash or something like that, but it's the wrong time of the year. Vet thinks that she's been scratching herself.

Anyway, the electric razor freaked her out a bit so not as much hair was shaved as the vet wanted. Twice daily wash with salty water + antiseptic cream + twice daily x2 tablets (which I know what they're for, but I can't remember atm). But she was so great about it, didn't whine, didn't complain, and kept completely still. I love that puppy so much!

So, yes, the right side of her face is all kinda red and scratchy and shaved - but she's still absolutely gorgeous!

And yes, obedience school was so totally worth it. I can take her anywhere with me - she's well socialised (take that, Rob and Arnie!), and she doesn't jump anymore. Yay!! I love that puppy soooooo much!!
Mary Mary
31 July 2006 @ 03:48 pm
FINALLY. Got the tattoo done. Not what I had originally wanted for my first one, but one of the ones that I planned on getting anyway. I didn't like any of the koi fishes that they had available, so I'll have to bring my own.

Dreamcatcher - R shoulder.

And no, it didn't hurt at all. Pain score: 3/4.
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Mary Mary
25 July 2006 @ 02:07 pm
Hard to believe there's only a few months to go until I finish and am a registered nurse - SCARY! I feel so out of it.
Mary Mary
18 March 2006 @ 03:16 pm
Because I'm a lazy sod, I'm just gonna list my shit and what's going down:

- back at uni -- ugh! Still, last year. Chin up, buckaroo;
- I think I'm losing my mind. Or at least, my memory. I don't even want to start listing all the shit that I've managed to "misplace";
- ADSL is the shit!;
- while mother's away, the kids will play -- family is renovating the house while momma is overseas visiting grandma for three weeks -- can't wait to get everything done;
- totally loving Carnivale -- fangirling Sofie/Ben, followed closely by Sofie/Jonesy -- currently downloading second season;
- I'm sick.

Hmm...guess that's all. Gotta go have breakfast. My eyes hurt.
Mary Mary
27 February 2006 @ 03:28 pm
Okay, so I really shouldn't swear, but bloody hell!! I swear, the last day of clinicals are totally and completely fucked for me. Remember when I got a flat battery? Then again, at least that time I got a cute mechanic to come out and help.

Well, anyway, got my second speeding ticket last night - last day of clinicals while on my way home. I was, like, five motherfucking minutes from home when they pulled me the fuck over. And, of course, it so happened to be the one day I didn't bother bringing my wallet or any type of ID whatsoever, because, fuck it, what was gonna happen? Why the fuck are speed cameras out at 8 fucking pm on a fucking Sunday night anyway? I zoomed past the police vehicle, which had just turned their headlights on, and (like the last speeding ticket) I just knew that it was for me. Fucking hell.

Usual BS questions, of course. 114 in a 100 zone. Any reason? Blah blah blah. No, it's all good. Give me the damn ticket. It'll be five minutes. Whatever. Another $150. And to think that my tax return was going towards paying off my credit card. Fucking bastards.

Okay, I have more to bitch about, but I can't be fucked. Stupid uni. Stupid USQ. Stupid cops.
Mary Mary
Ah - the rhythm of CPR. But not for long, they say. In about two weeks it's apparently going to change in accordance with international standards. I remember reading in Time about it, but can't really quite remember the actual figures. I do know they said something about less breaths and more compressions. I'm sure I'll find out next time I gotta update my CPR.

So, yes, did my CPR thing last night. Was as expected, though those damn dummies mouths are hard and my lips are feeling quite bruised.

Clinicals start this Wednesday, 7:30am start. Yes, should be fun. At a medical ward in Toowoomba Base, so at least I'll be seeing quite a few things. Courts was at the same place, and she said there is going to be a bit of everything. Three weeks to look forward to, I'm sure.

Remember - 3 minutes of un-oxygenated brain leads to death/irreparable brain damage. Act quick, and know what you're doing. If you break a rib, reposition and keep going.
Mary Mary
31 January 2006 @ 06:09 pm
BSB concert = BEST. EVER.

I have re-fallen in love with Nick. And we sang him Happy Birthday!

And here it is, three nights later, and damn my throat is still hurting!

And I love Nick.
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