The slap of soccer

It's been a long time between drinks I know, but here it is.

Another Soccer injury.

Heaths housemate, Dylan, organised a five-a-side comp in Edinburgh Gardens on Boxing Day and I took a carload of Elthamites in to be my team. Mark, Heath and the prodigal Katja and Leon.

We were a shit team and the losers of the losers, but it was fun.

Except, of course, when some seriously competitive boys took us on and one of them kicked full pelt for goal when I was standing less than a metre in front of him. Thanks to the healing powers of Hirudoid, Traumel cream and Arnika it has only bruised around the edges where i missed with cream, but nearly a week later I still have hexagons tatooed on my upper thigh.

Back in the Winner's circle!

Things I've won lately;

A Crumpler bag from the rrr OB,


$5 on a scratchie,


Christmas album of the week on rrr,



Things I've lost lately;


Trent- to a white Christmas in Canada.

Extraction

Well, I finally bit the bullet,

Or the scalpel, drill and pliers,

And got all four of my beloved not so little wisdom teeth out.

All in the chair under local anaesthetic with the worst bit being the needles into my soft pallete. Apart from that it was really quick an easy with the whole procedure taking about half an hour. And I go to keep my teeth. Apparently it's not really allowed, but the nice little dental nurse lady gave them to me in a canister of formaldehyde anyway.

I've got minimal swelling, no bruising and not even much pain.

Yesterday was a different story though.
I came home and dutifully took my two kinds of painkillers, both just the over the counter type, and antibiotics. But after that I couldn't get out of bed. Every time I tried- to get something to suck, or just to get out of boring old bed I got so dizzy and faint I had to rush back to bed have have a cool washer place don my head by my lovely boyfriend.

I've stopped taking the strong analgesic and have just had nurofen today and I feel so much better it's amazing.

Now I just have to deal with this 35 degree heat, and still keep drinking my meals.

Mexican Fiesta

The last of the birthmonth celebrations happened this weekend, with the annual trip to the Prom- Mexican themed. Lucky there were so many sombreros going around it was blue skies and sunshine all the way. Tortillas and fajitas, huevos rancheros and corn on the cob. More pictures on facebook.

Eri's birthday hoodie

Short sleeves, front pockets, flouro zip and lining, personalised print on inside back neck.

Ha, haha, haha, haha.

It's my birthday and I'll do what I want!

























This time that includes stretching out the celebrations for as loooong as possible.



It started on Tuesday - birthday dinner with the girls from work. Cafe Bedda on High Street, Northcote.



Birthday breakfast on the big day of Thursday morning. Ice cream, ribbons, bows, pancakes and presents!





(A small interlude of work during the day)




That night birthday dinner. A Thai sensation!





The night before Trent and I were busy grilling and shredding chicken to go in the chicken basil and cashew lettuce cups,

and rolling up the prawn and pork spring rolls.

Mum had made the thai salad, so all was left to do was cook and dress.

THEN EAT!!!!

Finishing off was the birthday brownie cake,

and oiksta boiksta.

Hoch soll sie leben, hoch soll sie leben, Drei Mal hoch - hoch - hoch - hoch.

Friday brought an extra special 'small packet' all the way from England with summer frocks for the coming summer visit of joeyjojo.

Then dinner and drinks last night with all my beautiful friends. At least 25 of us at pizza, then owning North Bazaar. Only a couple of other people dared come in and out while we were there. That was until CASIO NOVA hijacked the proceedings. All came good in the end though.
Thanks to everyone who came. Love you guys. And to all those who couldn't I know you were thee in spirit. To all those who didn't want to I hate you too.

Stitching the ear back on this toy bunny I couldn't help but feel like I was in surgery.

For the Greater Good

It seems I'm getting better at this drinking caper.

Saturday night I had three vodkas and was fine at work on Saturday.

Yesterday Trent and I were inspired by Entourage at Cannes to drink champagne in the sun, preferably there would have been proffiteroles involved and the champagne Dom Perignon, but we settled for eclairs and Jacobs Creek (and when that ran out Yellowglen Bella). Today I'm only starting to feel a bit crappy cos at 6.30 I went in to Polyester to line up for tix for Meredith.

'Hang on', I hear you say. 'I thought you already had a ticket from HG for that?' Well I do. But for the enjoyment of all concerned I took it upon myself to go shopping for my friends.

Aww shucks it's no problem guys.

We were well looked after by the good people of Meredith, making sure we were all ok, bringing us coffee to keep us going, the queue providing entertainment in the form of people dressed up in their car seat covers, Sarah bringing me a chocolate muffin.

I'd just like to apologise t my new found line friends. Although I may have forced this friendship upon you, as soon as I had my tix I was off without so much as a wave or a nod. I hope you all have a great time and the sun shines, but not too much that you get heatstroke.

Owie, but not so bruisey

Ok.

Now I know what all the fuss is about with snowboarding.
The aches and owies.
The total body fatigue.
And the inability to move without wincing the next day.

I think I was just being a woosy girl in New Zealand, not pushing myself far enough.
But when your first run away from Bourke St on Mount Buller is a black run your boyfriend tricks you into going down, you know you're going to be hurting.


AND I LOVE IT!

I had so much fun.
We just went up for the day on Monday and I actually saw it snow. Not just the snowmakers hurtling fake snow at you as you go past on the chair lift, but real snowy snow, which makes it really hard to see were you're going. But the rest of the day was beautiful.
So now I'm off to the end of season sales to get me some of my own gear.

I'm a film star!

Or just a mere extra.*


But still- I'm up there on the silver screen.

"Crystal, a young Indonesian girl, is in an Immigration office being questioned about her false papers and illegal refugee application. About to be sent to a Detention Centre and deported, her allegations of multiple rape and appalling captive conditions seem to make little difference to the Immigration Officer. Brought in by human trafficking syndicates to work as prostitutes, she is one of the many modern sex slaves in Australia that are conveniently deported when they hit their 'used by date'.

Meanwhile a young Melbourne woman, Ashley Hudson, reluctantly agrees to help a Thai mother search for her missing daughter. Hooked on caffeine and bored with her job and loveless life, Ashley is unwittingly drawn into the darker edges of this sophisticated cityscape and soon becomes fearful for her own life.

Inspired by actual events and court transcripts, the story unravels the sinister workings of illegal prostitution and governmental deportation and is filled with twists and surprises."

From http://www.thepicturetank.com/jammed.html

Inspired by actual events and court transcripts,

Inspired by actual events and court transcripts,

Inspired by actual events and court transcripts,

My Aunty is the producer, my mum was the caterer, my brother was the something or other and my uncle was the runner/driver.

When the screening times come out we'll organise a session with dinner somehow involved.

For more info go to http://thejammed.com/ or http://www.thepicturetank.com/jammed.html

*May contain images of a shocking nature-(KJ's in it too)

As you may have guessed from the highly visual content of my New Zealand post, I did indeed buy a camera duty free. YAY!!! So now expect a lot more posting, as I will now have evidence to back me up.

Man am I bruised!

It's not so much from the constant falling down, but the constant whacking of the chairlift into the back of my leg every time I sat down on it. Maybe?

I'm just back from a fantastic weeks holiday.

I haven't even been to the snow in about 10 years, and now I've had my first time snowboarding, with a trip to New Zealand to boot.

It's unbelievable how beautiful it all is.

We flew into Christchurch, but were staying in Queenstown, no more than an hours drive to any of four amazing mountains. Our room had an amazing view of Lake Whakatipu, and every direction you looked was a picture postcard backed by the snow capped alps.

Of the five days we had in Queenstown, four of them were spent on the mountains. A pretty mean feat for a first timer, if I do say so myself. On the first day Trent cracked his head on a patch of ice, resulting in a trip to the first aid tent,

and a reminder of just how dangerous it can be up there. People with all sorts of limbs in all sorts of directions. Luckily I got away with only a jarred wrist and one mean landing right on my coccyx, plus the aforementioned bruises.

Our favourite ski area was at The Remarkables.

Beautiful views, no queues for the lift and runs to suit our varying degrees of ability. (Trent has been boarding before, and Ronni was on skis.)

The one day off we did have off, the one morning when we were allowed to sleep in, was rocked by an ear piercing beeping ripping through the silence of 3 in the morning. I had no idea what was going on until from the next room Roni's "Umm, guys. I think we need to get out" so out we got. The entire hotel evacuated to the foyer, too cold to go outside, with no one to tell us what was going on, and two fire trucks int the drive. All the while this incessant alarm that made me think my head might explode. Then the alarm finally stopped and everyone just headed back up to their rooms, still with no idea what had happened.

It turned out in the morning that the incident was of a "non hazardous nature". Read- kids fucking around.

We did still manage to get out that day though, a leisurely drive in the direction of Paradise.

After about half an hour of driving we were still by the side of the lake,

beautiful views abounding.

Then on to the Glenorchy cafe, highly recommended, and the wharf.

Very Japanesey.

Our journey was cut short before we could reach Paradise, with water over the road turning into a frozen lake over the road, and with an $1800 bill looming over our heads we decided it wasn't worth risking the hire car.

All in all it was a fantastic week of freezing cold and snow. I think I may now be addicted to boarding, so I'll see you guys on the slopes.

Not yet.

Well, it turns out I am not yet a Master, but good enough to sit just below the ranks.

Last night was the awards fo rthe Australian Masters of Fashion. Our gowns in the Contemporary Bridal section were just a liitle too diferent to be judged winners, but they will be taking the tour of Australia in the Judges Finalist parades.

It was so amazing to see these full on beautiful gowns come down the catwalk at the Grand Hyatt, and to know that you created them. Such a buzz. Such a fun night.

I'll post pictures as soon as I get my hands on some.

Yay for Community Cup. Yay for short shorts. Boo for hangovers.

Hey guys.

I've copped some slack about not going to red futons for all my slut needs, so click on the link and satisfy Stubbsy with some extra site traffic.

Have you ever seen a man drink a beer from his own sweaty boot?

Hardwareing

Bunnings has opened!


The giant of all hardwares has finally opened it's new giant store in Eltham. The construction of which has caused chaos amongst the traffic, new traffic lights and consequently traffic build up at peak hour and will be taking business from the smalled individual building supply stores in the area.


A few weeks ago when sourcing materials for my new 'sluts' for my bed base I went in to Bunnings and hated it. I'd always loved going int here for odd things that i just new such a big store was bound to have, but when I actually went looking specifically for something hardwarey, ie. timber, I needed help- and Bunnings couldn't give it to me. I stood there staring at the product for ages and eventually figured out which lengths, widths and how many I would need, but still nary a worker in sight.

So I left, and headed out to the scary 'man' hardware on the other side of Eltham. I could tell that they just though I was a stupid girl who didn't belong in their timber yard, but they hid it the best they could, showed me the product, compared prices, cut it to length and I was done. Easy. Not really so scary after all. And much better than stupid old Bunnings.

But, to make it up to us (and I think this more than does it) on Friday they are having fireworks, that's right fireworks, at Bunnings.

We'll have to wait and see if the customer service is any better in this new building, but for now I'm happy just with fireworks.

Community Cup XIV

Woo hoo hooo!





Community cup has just been announced for June 24th this year.



Who'd have thought I'd hang out a whole 12 months for a football game?



Anyone who's never been before I highly reccommend it.



Anyone who has been, I'll see you in the usual possie.

Slight alteration. I went back through the archives and found the party should be on the 21st, not 22nd. So I'll see you all Thursday night. Shorted up to the max!

Who wears short shorts?

How quickly the time goes these days.

It's nearly been a whole year since the last short shorts party, so on Winter Solstice it's time to head on out to the bonfire down the lane and party in a pair of shorts.

A 'brief' history (get it?)

I think it would have to be about 5 years ago the tradititon began. Winter solstice is the dead middle of winter, when the nights are at their longest, and the days at their shortest.

A little out of party season it's a good excuse to see everyone.......wearing shorts.

There's a big bonfire and plenty of mulled wine, so no chance of getting cold, we've even stuck it out in the rain.

This is the first time the Solstice has fallen on anything but a school night.

FRIDAY JUNE 22ND.

NO EXCUSES!!!

Be there.......
...or...
...be............
long?

NO ENTRY WITHOUT THE WEARING OF SHORTS