So I cursed, I whined at Glen, I asked for his directions to circumnavigate the allusive and scary City*link - the big scary Tollway freeway thingy which people drive/ride on to get to work!

I approached it with great trepidation this morning. I didn't know the road. The fancy traffic lights which regulate the amount of traffic getting onto the tollway were foreign. I held my breath and I got onto the tollway/freeway and...

I LOVED EVERY MINUTE OF IT! Plus, I got to work in record time - something like 20 minutes, where it usually takes me about 40minutes on the local roads!

How could I have lived so long without realising how much time I wasted on the local roads and how glorious it is not to have to constantly stop at red lights???

Step right up ladies and gentlemen! I've got the goods!

sammers76 at gmail dot com

I've had a shit of a week and I'm exhausted. But I am alive and I have been missing each and every one of you! I'd rather be talking to you than having to do the crap I've had to do!

Anyways, I am alive but right now, I'm exhausted and all I can think of is my lovely bed! So, I shall depart, arise tomorrow, do my thing and at some point over my weekend, I shall email those who have not been feeling the Sam-lovin'.

Glen's been sick. He's been to the doctor a few times, they've ordered tests etc, so we'll see what happens. Dont worry, it's not overly serious, so dont stress. Whatever it is, they'll be able to sort it.

I'm smooching dummies tomorrow! Hurrah! I love latex! *laugh* I've got my first aid training course tomorrow and Friday - so two days off work - I suspect I'm not overly popular! Wish me luck in passing! If the dummies are lucky, I'll pass on my lovely cough!

Nothing else to report. No takers on the Gmail accounts. Very disappointing! Come on people! What's wrong with you? They are better than yahoo! Give me some lovin' people!

I shall happily give you gmail, if you are nice to me!!!

However, we coped, we had a nice time, we relaxed, we didn't commune with others and it RAWKED! We saw snow - I shall post pictures later, when I can figure it out! I got a bit artsy fartsy with my photography and tried to snap snowy type pictures which looked abstract or at least interesting! You be the judge - when I post them!

Anyhow, we're alive and good, home at last! Hurrah. I shall convey more joys later, as I am at work now and probably being spied upon by IT! HELLO IT!

I shall be back Sunday. Hurrahs.

So, this afternoon was a huge pain in the proverbial butt. I dashed outside to get onto my scooter and got a little wet in the process. Let me just say, wet hands are not a good match with motorcycle gloves. I had the worst time trying to ram my hands into gloves which normally fit quite easily. So, picture this - Sam, standing in the pouring rain, doing the "ramming her hands into her gloves" dance, drenched and not a happy camper!!! Anyways, I was much wetter upon getting of my scooter at home. Ho hum.

Still have a ticklish throat. This annoys me greatly, as Glen and I are about to venture away for our little long weekend. Humbug to being sick. Everyone - send me nice happy thoughts for my weekend! Let me feel your lurve!!!!!

God, let the Federal Elections hurry up and be done with!! *SIGH* What a bloody pain in the butt it all is. Bloody campaign paraphenalia in the letter box every day, the newspapers are riddled with the crap and the TV - don't get me started! I know who I am voting for, I don't need drip feeding. Are there people out there who need this? Who buy into the balony of false election promises which are NEVER followed through once elected? Let's face it, sometimes politicians, no matter which party they represent, are all cast from the same mold! I'm not about to start ranting about politics here. I know that topic is right up there with blogging about your place of work! So, I shall shut my gob!

Woe is me! Two more sleeps until our weekend and I've just looked up from my lovely wireless laptop, as I recline on our lovely little recliner and realise this - OUR PLACE IS A WAR ZONE! A bomb has gone off! Must fix that! Anyways, the boy is home - drenched! Yay! Maybe I can convince him that I am in need of thai takeaway!

So far, Gmail looks groovy! I shall play with it later. If I get any invitations, I'll let you know!

Well, tonight I am appalled! Angie has been booted! I'm devastated! I mean, she rocked! She was the soul mamma of the group. She was so Miss Cool, so Miss Aretha! Compared to Emelia, Angie was far far better. Ok, she didnt perform so hot last night, but she has performed well until now. Ok, so Emelia is a raw talent, she has sung some fabulous songs, but honestly, she's a fashion reject! A nutball at that, but a FR! maybe I am unestimating Emelia just like she underestimates herself? Perhaps.

Anyways, I've had my rant. I suppose it's only a competition and honestly, if any of these people have one ounce of talent, they'll make it regardless of what stinky competition they are in! RIGHT? Right.

As a kid, I grew up in a fairly poor family. Single parent, sometimes no income, crappy car.

As a child, I used to play this game by myself and I don't think, to my knowledge, I ever told anyone about it, until now.

I used to blink at cars I saw driving on the road and then, in my imagination, they would be mine. So, of course, I would blink at cars which, a) I desperately wanted to drive when I was old enough or b) Cars which I could sell because they were expensive.

So, imagine how dumb I felt the other day, whilst sitting on my scoota on my way to work, blinking at all the lovely expensive 'wishlist' cars I wanted!

I tell you, I can be a dreamer sometimes. This goes to prove it.

Not a lot happening in my life. It's Friday ngiht and I'm kicking back from a full on, stressful week of work. Our company is consolidating its offices and we're moving to a new office in the city. A memo came out this afternoon to let everyone know that the move date had been pushed back and that on that weekend, we were expected to come in to set up our work stations etc.

Yeh right! Kiss my ass! As if I am going to spoil my weekend by spending it with work colleagues! Don't get me wrong, I like most of the people I work with - most. But, why should I sacrifice my personal time for a company which doesnt really care about me and will not recognise my efforts? Besides, I hardly think unpacking my desk will take me longer than an hour on that Monday morning.

And you know what? Who else is bloody sick of seeing Miss Universe's dairy air on the TV? I swear, that Jennifer girl is getting more coverage with her butt than she ever did as Miss Universe. What gives? The first time it was funny, now I'm just over it. News networks are run by men. This is my philosophy.

Update on Tilly. She lives. She has not swallowed any needles or red thread. I am greatly pleased.

I have been asked by a work colleague to be the new floor's First Aid Officer because I am responsible. Hrm. I apparently give off the air of responsibility. What gives? I suspect the responsibility is just mistaken, as I am just introverted and quiet. I suspect that is why. Not that I am not happy to do it. I am quite chuffed. It means my company pays for my First Aid certificate and I can put that on my resume. Yay! However, the downside - the thought of giving CPR to some of the account managers! ****SHUDDER****

Right now I am watching a renovation show. I hate them, I live in envy. I want my own home. I want to hammer a nail into the wall, paint the wall, dig out plants and enjoy my home. What was that movie back in the 70s? Emoh Ruo. Our Home. So unfair. Maybe this time next year. Ho hum. It's kinda funny because people always ask me why I would want to tie myself down to a mortgage. It's easy to explain, but hard for others to understand. I just want to have my home, I dont like living to other people's rules.

Anyways, off to enjoy the rest of my evening, listening to the rain and destressing! YAY! Have a great weekend everyone. :-)

MIRACULOUSLY! The site opens and the joyous wonders of Neil Diamond appear. I book my tickets. I'm busting to pee. I cross my legs and grit my teeth. I click in the appropriate links. I enter my visa card details - yeh, I'm going to tell you that!

VOILA! I am the proud owner of two tickets to see Mr Old Neil "Sweet Carolina, Cracklin' Rose, Hot August Night" Diamond in March! Hurrah!

I call my mother. Suffice to say, she's stoked and all my transgretions - see previous post, are forgiven and I am welcomed back into the flock!

* Last week, I woke up and went outside our bedroom door. Tilly was yelling at me for food. I was late rising. She was choking. I saw some thread coming from her mouth. Great. There's an old story to tell her. She ate red thread last year. She pooped it. It was terrible and scary. So, when I saw the thread in her mouth, I started to relive the situation. I pulled the thread, it came out easily. I breathed a sigh of relief. Until...it clanged against a hard surface - there was a 2inch sewing needle on the end of the thread and it had been right down Tilly's throat. She has a death wish. It scares me. Now, we must ensure nothing is left out which she can potentially shove down her gullet. I hate her for being so self destructive. I don't know why she does it.

* I have new headlights on my car. it has taken me 5 years to achieve this. I have been running around with broken headlights. They worked, barely. They had huge cracks and pieces of glass missing from rocks which flew up from the road. The rain had gotten in and shorted the bulbs. Now, my headlights are so bright, it's almost like I am driving with my high beams on. I shit you not.

* I dislike my new colleague. She shits me. So aggressive and presumptive of everyone's actions. So paranoid and intolerant. So inflexible and demanding. So full of her own opinions. I find her intolerable and wonder how much longer I will be able to stand her. I have put up with her for two months now. Can I make it past Christmas?

* I got pulled up by the police the other night. After fitting the headlights to the car and wondering if they were too bright. We went for a drive at night. A car flashed me, because I thought the lights were too bright. We puilled over. At the same time, I saw flashing lights up ahead. I thought it was an accident. Deciding to avoid it and the resulting delay, we turned down a side street. Next thing I know, flashing lights are behind me and one smug and piggish police officer sarcastically and inferringly (is that a word?) asked me why I was avoiding them. I tried to explain myself and I was ignored. He checked my licence, my registration and my breath analysis. I foiled the bastard. I hate the police down here. They are far ruder than those from my old state.

* I have pissed my mother off by being short with her on the phone. I phoned her Saturday night to quickly say hi etc and see how she was. I told her we were going to sit down to have dinner and watch a movie and just relax. She said she'd get off the phoen so we could enjoy our time together. 10 muinutes later, she's calling. I ignore it and figure if it's urgent, she'll let me know via the voice mail. She left a message and asked me to call back. So, me being an only child, prone to worrying excessively and way too much about her, I called. She had this joke to tell me,a funny story. I found it hard to laugh about it. considering my mother has an affliction of laughing at her own jokes before she is half way through telling it. The laughter factor goes out the window for me because of it. I couldnt see the funny side of it, Iw as frustrated because she was interrupting my one on one time with Glen and it showed. She got upset with me. That was Saturday. it is Thursday night and I have not heard from her. I'm a bad daughter who can suffer fools but cant put on a happy face for her own mother. What does that say about me?

We are going away next Friday for a few days. I am holding out for this. I have been in dire need of a break for quite some time now and I think that I'm going to lose it if I dont get some serious time away from work and all its crap. I cant wait. And I have just typed that entire paragraph without looking at it while watching a documentary on Mal*colm Fr&aser on the AB*C.

I have been down in the dumps recently. I suspect it is because of my colleague, work being difficult righ tnow and because of the issues with my mother. Yous ee, we're both stubborn and it's quite likely neither of us will cave in and call the other.

I have this lump/pimple/cyst thing right under my eye on the eyelid. It stresses me. It has become larger than it was. I have been picking at it. I am a bad person for it. I am still typing whilst watching TV. I have booked myself into see the doctor next Tuesday. I hope she doesnt put a scalpel to my eye and tell me Whoops, I've just cut your eye out. That'll upset me. I have an extreme reaction to people poking near my eyes. I once had an optomistrist put contacts in my eyes. It took him a good half hour. I drove home with them. They gave me headaches. I had trouble getting them o ut. I could never get them back in. I took them back. I was ashamed. He told me I was the first of his patients to fail with contacts. Thanks very much.

I am experiencing a lot of empathy for those poor families over in Russie whose children and loved ones have been caught up in this hostage situation. You can only hope it ends well. Somehow, I dont have a lot of hope for it.

Sorry for the deep and meaningless entry. I am not nearly as depressed as it appears. Just have a lot on my mind. Burnt out from too much work and not enough time off. It always happens to me this time of the year. Looking forward to three weeks off at Christmas. heehhee, if my mother is talking to me - we have tickets to fly home. That'll be interesting.