Saturday, June 12, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
A little bit furry
I wanted a particular fur vest (faux fur of course) but I couldn’t find it anywhere. Ebay was proving unsuccessful and retail stores had sold out. After much hunting I found and purchased it on a fashion website. The day it was due to arrive in the post I ran home from work, hardly being able to contain my excitement. It was a rainy summers night and the asphalt smelt accordingly. As I found my way to the garage I saw a bright orange garbage bag. “Oh the postman must have put it in here to keep it safe from the rain” I deduced. I carried the bag to the door of the garage where I could get better lighting. My father was in there on the phone to a then unknown caller. As I put my hand into the bag and felt the soft fur I was rather confused. It was warm and it had a pungent odour, similar to my cousin’s notoriously smelly socks. Dad yelled and cut my fear short “Ruth get your hand out of the bag, it’s a dead possum, Bewdy (our dog) just killed, put it down!” I was horrified to a degree that’s ineffable. To make matters worse, my father had been on the phone giving a job reference for my older brother as in, his own son! The potential employer had heard the drama unfold and I can only imagine what scenarios she could’ve dreamt up! My brother didn’t get the job.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
NOOO WILLLY NOOOO
Today was the first time I've ever seen a beached whale. Cameron gave me the heads up and I walked to the beach (yes Georgia I walked). I caught a glimpse of the Sperm whales lifeless body just as the last bit of flesh was covered in sand by the big diggin' machine. Willy as she was affectionately known (to me) had yesterday frolicked freely, but is now four metres under and most likely a hot spot for neighbourhood dogs.
As I sat alone on the stark white fence and watched the bloody sand being lifted up; I was sad. But then I realised I would look like a heaps big douche if I cried or got emotionally carried away.
RIP Willy
p.s BERGA, NEVER EAT WHALE AGAIN!....If it was even whale that you were served is still very debatable.
* a photo of Cameron is now seen for reference and to avoid confusion in case you thought I meant another Cameron, e.g Diaz
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Feit for your right to party
Feit shoes pronounced FIGHT! These guys are the closest of family friends. Tull founded Royal Elastics back in the day. These guys are brothers from another mother (mummas best friend)
enjoy the shoes, the video and the Feit.
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