Month: September 2005

tonight I wanted takeaway Chinese food. And ordered honey prawns. That has to be a sign. Surely?

Those who have read the early posts on this site or simply just know the kind of humour and things from which I draw great amusement, know that Snarkywood and Go Fug Yourself are two of my most favourite things in the world. For me, a day without a fix of GFI is a sad day indeed.

But Snarkywood has a special place, simply because I was introduced to it first. There is something so reassuring – and fun – in knowing there are other women who get as much enjoyment from reading something about Plain Old Batshit Crazy Whitney (see also Downward spiral Britney, Celine Dion, Our Hate Will Go On and Nicole Kidman is so damn fat) as much as this.

Anyway, the other reason I love Snarkywood (even though the last few months they’ve been a bit hit and miss in regularity and lugh-out-loudness) is that one of the awesome chicks behind it is Amy (the one who gave us THOSE EYES. THOSE BIG DEAD EYES) and Amy is having a baby. As in, now. In fact she may have had it. This is very exciting and while she has (I think) got to the full overcooked zone, I’m like wishing to go out in sympathy. I know it won’t happen because this kid is just kicking around inside to crack the 10pound mark and make sure a I REALLY notice it on the way out.

Anyway, good luck Amy and may my uterus follow your lead.

I just realised how bad that last comment was in regards to imagine me with dogs, in light of the fact I’m about to have another child.

OK- last night I didn’t get to bed until 12.30pm because the addition of white-spot cure to the water then needed to be followed by faffing around the filter because apparently the carbon filter (which I only just got because the first pet shop person told me I didn’t need it and this one said, ‘oh no, its critical’) kills the stuff killing the bad stuff – and then the filter carking it because it was so clogged with dead plant matter and God knows what else that I had to pull.it.apart. to make it work at all again.

Anyway, today Gus and Goldie died. I then got rid of Nemo as even though he/she wasn’t dead, the other fish (the new ones who bought the white-spot with them but now look fabulous) were eating his/her scales and fins off him/her as it swam vertically around the tank.

Anyway, then I realised the filter wasn’t really working properly again – so once again, more cleaning, more faffing around at 11.30 at.night.

Anyway, I guess I should be thankful for the relatively easy 18 months leading to the two weeks of painfulness, instigated by my own cleaning/nesting frenzy.

If this is the hassle with fish, imagine me with dogs.

no baby – just mucus, wind and muscular-skeletal pain – and not necessarily in that order…