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Things that make you Oh Ma Gawd… Part 2 13, November, 2009

I must now introduce you to the website which has recently become my favourite laugh-a-lot pastime… its called the people of walmart… USA! USA! USA!

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someone thought they'd pull some a$$ if they wore piggy ears...

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"where's ma Sherman!? Sherman! Sherman! Sherman!"

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Dude I know this guy!!!! Kilgore Trout is dat yoU!???? ... Oh yeah Alaska called they want their witch doctor back

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oh ma gawd

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peekaboo, we can unfortunately still see you

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I guess the Wizard of Oz ran out of courage..but you can always find it at WalMart

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So Santa doesnt live in the North Pole! he lives in Tennesee!

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Mullet? Check. Stupid drinking t-shirt? Check. Proud of it? Check. Armed? Hell Yeah!

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Inspiration for the movie Dazed and Confused

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so your dick was dry and cracked due to exposure to the wind?I guess the GFC (global finacial crisis) got to Batman tooWow! Lets count the ways this guys has slapped every Corvette owner in the face. (1) Put a Corvette rear on his truck (2) the Corvette rear is painted 3 different colors (3) He put a spoiler on the Corvette rear….Waldo is so much easier to find when he’s out of the closet. california

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Respect and Class thanks for showin us that youre an ass...

 

When Your Time is up… Your Time is Up… 5, May, 2009

When your time is up, your time is up…Im quite distressed, worried, anxious and shocked….. Woman’s Day gossip magazine has just devastated me…..

 “Oprah – Just Five Years to Live”

 This diagnosis comes from Dr David Demko, he quoted to the magazine

“Based on her current lifestyle and genetic risk factors, Oprah can only expect to live until she is 58 or 59 years old”

 The magazine article further continues –

“This shock diagnosis confirmed fears long-held by those close to Oprah, that she is far from the happy, healthy person she projects.According to Dr Demko, there are a number of positive and negative things that influence how long we live. While Oprah gains years for her charity work and spirituality, he says there are many areas she needs to address….she needs to slow down and bring more happiness into her life…”

 Dr Demko is not Oprah’s physician.

 http://womansday.ninemsn.com.au/article.aspx?id=279779

 Woah man this is serious stuff! Let me take some time to digest through this…

First preliminary thoughts

1)     If I were Oprah and I read that a Dr Demko diagnosed me with only having 5 years to live i too would be concerned. I mean with all my billions of dollars that I would generate yearly surely I could live for longer than that.

My own mother who is on nightly dialysis treatment as she has no function in both kidneys has lived beyond the time she was expected to… According to Dr Demko’s analysis though my mum too needs more happiness to live longer… Drs said she would only live for maybe 6 months but its now been almost a year and half and this promise has yet to be fulfilled…. With Oprah’s money and the vast resource of kidney’s she could access if she had kidney failure she could just buy one or two or four if she wanted to… that would add another 10-40 years to her life.

2)     This Dr Demko – I did indepth research into this man… PhD he did something no else has done… he has major cred here people… he is the inventor of the Death Calculator… http://www.demko.com/boom0525.htm

Well after you have edgumacated yourself and stop being such an illiteratey you might actually take into account Dr Demko’s credible diagnosis of you and Oprah! Thank you Dr Demko… I trust you as much as I trust Dr Nick….The knee bones connected to the… something..the something’s connected to my wrist watch….

 

I Dated a Coyote Part II 1, May, 2009

Last time you joined my little adventure I had just realised that the guy I was dating, Pablo, was a people smuggler. This explained their enormous wealth in this third world country (yes i know im not being politically correct but lets call a spade a spade shall we?).

 So yes, there I was in the car with a whole family of people smugglers. They were very nice to me, so I really wasn’t in a position to spout any kind of personal thoughts on that matter. I kept my mouth shut just smiled and appeared very impressed…. they were latino men and of course I had to stroke ego at that point, plus they were my ride home. A few minutes later Pablo’s dad turns to the driver and says, “do you see that car behind us? That Soarer?”

“Yes sir”

“Pablo, Jose, Ricardo that black soarer has been following us for the last 10 mins”

They turned to look and Ricardo (the dad’s brother) said “well we better get ready”

I had no idea what was going on, but I turned back to look and yup there was a black Soarer driving behind us. As I turned back to sit facing forward… a big black case was pulled out by Pablo’s dad… it looked like the type of case you get when you buy a set of hand held weights? You know the type… rectangular black hard casing and well padded and he pulls out these guns one for each passenger except me… do not ask me what type of guns they were but they were big hand held guns. Thick and black with silver on them…retrospectively they were really cool looking guns… but at the time my heart sunk, I sank into my seat keeping my head below the window level… and started praying.

 Pablo’s dad turned and said “ don’t worry Susi Spice you are my son’s girl nothing will happen to you we are looking after you now, you see” he continued to speak softer and had lost any inebriation he had, “The Americans have a little bit of money out for my head so I need to keep alert and protect myself”. The car pulled into a street, then another, as if trying to lose the black Soarer. The car was kept running while the lights were turned off and they waited to see if the black Soarer came for us…

Those were the most tense moments ive lived through in my life to this day…

After about 5 minutes no cars came our way at all. Cautiously they kept a look out as we drove home. About half way home they all relaxed, the guns were put away and I sat up… Pablo’s dad laughed about the incident and we all continued along our merry way. When we arrived at my house, Pablo decided to walk to me to the door and gave me a kiss good night (as if i could say no to him at that point!). Pablo’s dad, from the car, announced, “I like you very much for my son, you are a beautiful girl with a beautiful personality, I hope to see you here more often and hope you don’t escape us to Australia too soon!”

Needless to say I became VERY VERY VERY busy for the remainder of my stay in El Salvador and just unfortunately was caught up in so many family events and do’s that I never could go out with Pablo again.

 

I Wanna Do the Blu-Tack Challenge!!!! 9, April, 2009

Well as ive mentioned before I do not like to really talk about my work place but really I just couldn’t go past this email that went around just 2 minute ago that I felt it my duty to share it with you all.. I just had to blog about it.

 

Ok so the girls that work in corporate ie the admin staff that deal with the running of the place, all work part time as they are all mothers of primary school children (elementary school for you yanks). So whenever they wish ask something of the staff that work there they try to engaged you and motivate you to do it by offering you little treats…. Blu Tack for those of you who don’t know is a gum like sticky substance used to stick things on walls, glass windows you name it, without actually using glue. I have included a picture of it below.. and i have included the email which circulated just a few mintues ago..

 

blu-tack

 

 

Do you want a FREE coffee voucher?

 

Then read on………

 

The WA Registry Blu Tack Challenge is on for today only.

 

The staff member who can collect the biggest blob of blu-tack will win an E’Sense voucher to the value of $4.00 – the price of a medium cappuccino!

 

Entries close strictly at 3.30pm today and must be handed in to anyone in the Corporate team (Thursday 9 April 2009)

 

Rules:

 

1.      Blu-Tack must be taken off walls, doors etc – its previous job must have been holding posters etc up. (ie Blu tack taken from your drawers or the stationery cabinet will not be accepted)

2.      Any out-dated posters can be removed from the walls in order to obtain the tack – But you must check with Corporate/Communication to ensure that the posters can be removed.

3.      Blu-Tack includes, but is not limited to the colour blue. Green is accepted!

4.      Please remove all blu-tack carefully and ensure that surfaces are not damaged.

5.      Every WA Registry or Geospatial employee  working on levels 10 or 11 of EPP is eligible to enter.

 

So get going….Who wants coffee????????????

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I have a couple of theories on why corporate did this:

1)     They don’t want to get off their asses and go clean up the place themselves

2)     There has been a request from staff to buy more Blu-Tack (god knows WHY) and they are trying to save money by just re-collecting old Blu-Tack and re-using it! It will make them look oh so efficient and smart to their bosses

 

I tell ya man… I gotta set up my own business so I can impose on MY staff stupid little tasks to do..

 

By the way I am unable to partake in this special challenge because I do not drink coffee… what a shame.. there is no incentive in it for me…

And im going to KEEP my little pile of Blu-Tack all to myself!

i actually found it a little insulting that they think that this type of motivational tool would work on me!…. it might have it had been a hot chocolate but noooo they had to use coffee… amatures..

 

The Carly Chronicles – Life in the fast lane 25, March, 2009

I was remembering an incident that happened a few years ago with the infamous Carly. We were at university and she was obsessively anxious to pick up a hot guy with a hot bike (motorbike that is).

 

Carly: i really wanna date a guy who can ride a bike, and he be really hot too.

Me: yeah, guys on bikes do look hot UNTIL they take off their helmets and you realise that they are 50year olds with missing front teeth.

Carly: I think I can tell a hot guy just by the bike he owns.

Me: what? You cant tell what a guy would look like by his bike.

 

We were walking through the car park to my car and walked past the motorbike car park. Curiously Carly asked if we could take a walk through the bikes. So obligingly we did.

 

bike

 

Carly: ooo this is such a hot bike *she lent on the bike and posed* wouldn’t I look so hot on the back of this back with my arms around a hot guy?

Me: that is a nice bike, its red.

Carly: Yeah red, so hot! I am going to do something I have never done before… im going to leave a note on this bike and give this guy my number.

Me: You don’t know if the owner is a guy or not..let alone if he is hot or not you seriously wanna leave your number on the bike? What if he is a weirdo!? What if this person is a stalker? What if he is the grossest thing you have ever laid eyes on??

Carly: you are such child! Look I am a little older and you have to start learning that sometimes you gotta take chances Sus.

 

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So Carly proceeded write her name and number and the following little note:

“you have a sexy bike, here is my number if you’d like to catch up some time”. She left it on the bike.

 

About a week later she runs up to me all excited, “oh my god the guy from the bike called me! And we went out! His name is Wade he is one of the physiotherapy students”.

 

I was quite shocked and excited for her “oh my god are you serious??? Really? You went out already? So he wasn’t ugly, really overweight fatty boomba or a weirdo?”

 

Carly: no! He is so hot, so buff he has big muscles, really hot body. I am having my new apartment housewarming on Saturday and you will meet him then. Cant wait for you guys to meet him. He is so big and I love how he puts his arms around me.

 

Saturday night came along and Marie and I helped her set up for her party. We welcomed the people into the house and showed them around while Carly played perfect hostess for the night. Then the door bell rang about half an hour later. I opened the door… there were 3 guys standing at the door and I looked up, and kept looking up and further up… here infront of me stood this ginormous 6”7 guy who was huge. HUGE. I do not mean that he was Arnie Swartznegger huge…he was… Professor Klump big… and quite the most unattractive man ive ever seen. This was Wade the bike man. Wade walked right in and handed over a bottle of Wild Turkey bourbon and headed for the chicken wings I had made (he ate most of the 50 wings I had made before the rest of the guests arrived). Carly was flirting with him and getting carried around by him..

 

Carly was so excited to see him I had my own thoughts on the matter, however, I kept silent as I was not going to say anything just because the guy was unattractive and really really really overweight, not my place to be shallow, it wasn’t me he was interested in bagging. I had a few of our friends come up to me and say “what the hell is she doing with that guy?? He isn’t really paying attention to her unless she is jumping on him and he is eating all the food! And he is so unattractive what is she doing??? Where did she meet this guy??” What could i say except “she met his bike first and gave his bike her number and well here is the result”.

 

Towards the end of the night the guy had broken 2 chairs by simply sitting on them. I had a few of the guys say to me that they were still hungry because Wade ate all the food so I cooked up some more chicken wings and made them some sandwhiches. While i was cooking in the kitchen things happened out in the party..

 

suddenly Marie barges into the kitchen and tells me “stop what you are doing right now… we have to save Carly, that girl is making a mistake, she will regret it tomorrow we have to stop her”

 

Me: what are you talking about? What’s happened?

Marie: Carly has gone upstairs with Wade..he will break her bed!

Me: *burst out laughing*

Marie: Its not funny, this is serious! She barely knows this guy who knows what he will do!

Me: what can we do? She is already in her room with him.

Marie: susi do something!

 

So I took a deep breath and walked to the bottom of the stairs where the people who were still around had gathered to laugh about it, look at the bent legs on the chairs he had broken and try to figure out how he managed to break these chairs with steel legs. I stood at the bottom of the stairs and shouted:

 

“Carly… Carly can you come help with the food, the guys are hungry”

No response.

 

“Carly, everyone is leaving you should come down and say good bye.”

 

No response at all.

 

Marie, very worried suggested to me: you have to go up there and tell Carly to stop doing whatever she is doing and come down here now.

 

Me: Urgh fine!

 

I went upstairs to her room and knocked on the door, “Carly open up the girl want their bags so they can go home then you guys can keep doing whatever it is you are doing”

 

Carly opens the door and in a fluster says “im sorry hun, im so drunk… here are the bags..oh my god im so embarrassed ha ha ha”.

Me: You sure you wanna do this with this guy?? Maybe you should wait till youre not so pissed off your nut..

Carly: don’t worry hun, I know what I am doing

 

I rescued the bags and walked down stairs. Marie and I and most of the guests left the party.

 

Next day:

 

Couple of us got together at Carly’s house and Carly starts to tell us:
“I am so hung over haha… my head hurts… I am never drinking again… Wade hasn’t called me today at all. I don’t know about these guys, he seemed really interested and then nothing”

 

Me: well Carly all I can say is that the guy was… um… pretty big…

Carly: Yeah he is huge, works out like 5 times a week

Me thinking: works out? You mean eats 5 tonnes a week

Me replied: Yeah well we tried to rescue you last night, did you… sleep with him?

Carly: No… we were playing around and well he was too big for me… it really hurt… and something weird happened which i don’t know if its natural or not

The other person: the guy broke 2 chairs Carly, the man was huge! And he doesn’t look like he works out

Carly: He does, though… ok the weird thing that happened was that he was you know..fully erect and in the middle of him being on top of me he gets up and goes to the bathroom leaves the door open so I can see him and he pees while still erect.. is that normal???

 

Well the conversation went on from there… needless to say this was only one of the many times and tribulations of Carly. After that Wade never really called her again or went out with her. Carly finally came to her senses and when she realised she didn’t have his attention anymore the guy became “that fat head ugly mistake”.

 

My dad and his young wife 25, March, 2009

not my dad and his wife. Billionnaire Jim Clark and new wife model Kristy Hinze. Jim another Champ just like my dad!

not my dad and his wife. Billionnaire Jim Clark and new wife model Kristy Hinze. Jim another Champ just like my dad!

Me: So…. how old are you Maryam?

 

 

Maryam looked at my dad, my dad looked at Maryam, my dad and Maryam looked at me…

 

Dad: um..she is 28…

 

Me: oh. *sipping my thankfully very very large juice through a straw* there was nothing more to say.

 

That is how the conversation went with my dad when I met his 3rd wife back in 2006. My dad, well, what can I say about my dad…My dad went back to live in the old country in 2002. We would speak on the phone whenever he feels like answering my calls every now and then. I went back to where I was born in 2006 for the first time since I was about 5 years old.

 

A cousin of mine had rung me earlier in 2006, 6 months before i was due to leave on my well deserved holiday and said “hey i didn’t know your dad was married”… “married? What do you mean?” “well I saw your dad in the city and gave him a lift home last week, met his wife he has done up his house seems to be doing really well” “oh ok..no I didn’t know he was married.”

 

My dad had told me that the was a woman he was renting out a room to in his big 6 bed 3 bath house and that is why I was talking to a particular girl whenever he rang. He had been telling me that he only had friends. I would encourage my dad and say “dad its ok, if you wanna date you should because I don’t want to end up looking after you too like I do my mum. Its fine with me I don’t care, you should ask her out if she is nice”. So for 2 years he denied denied denied. I told my sister this news and she was fuming, not because she cared whether he was married or not but I guess she had just had enough with my dad’s constant blurriness of reality or hiding things from us or outright withholding information. My sister wanted to confront him she is a little bit… um… hot headed?… and ready to just confront him about it. I on the other hand was willing to stand back, take a deep breath and say ‘ce la vie’ and allow him to dig a deeper hole. I guess I was curious to see how far he would go to conceal this big news from us. So for 5 and ½ months I would ask him every time we spoke on the phone, “so are you seeing anyone? Come on! you are no spring rooster dad, don’t waste your youth” he would always reply with the same “no, im not seeing anyone, im happy with friends just friends”. Ok fine I will accept that to help you sleep well at night.

 

2 weeks before I was due to fly out to El Salvador, I arrived home. Soon as I opened the door my sister quite sternly asked me “why did you not tell me!? Why did you keep this from me!?” …… “what are you talking about?” .. “umm how bout dad being married, he said you knew about it!” …. “What?” …… “you told me not to ring him because I was too upset, but I couldn’t take it anymore, so i rang him and I confronted him about it and he admitted that he is married, he has been married for a year and said he told you about it”

 

I replied to my sister “do you really think that I would ‘forget’ to tell you something like that? I never talk to dad unless you are with me and you hear every conversation I have with him so no I did not forget to tell you. You know as well as me that he just did not want to tell us”. She calmed down and came to her senses that I would not lie to her about that.

 

So we had confirmation! The man was married and had been for over a year…he just probably forgot to tell his children this little piece of information.

 

I could not be bothered going into this issue with him, i didn’t care really. It is his life he can marry whoever he wants, and at least he has someone to look after him therefore less work for me! Yay!

 

I arrived in El Salvador 2 weeks later. I was introduced to his wife Maryam at a dinner. She looked suspiciously young. I had not really been too keen on asking how old she was but curiosity got the better of me. And henceforth the conversation at the top began. I was not too shocked at her being 3 years older than I. The one fact that had me a little gobsmacked was that my dad was 67 at the time… yup my dad had become..one of those men….

 

Some men would call him a champ…

 

And men I date wonder why I take things at face value and place a much higher emphasis on actions rather than words… note to future men I date… you can promise me all you want… I wont believe it until I see it.

 

 

 

More funnies from El Salvador 21, March, 2009

Personally I prefer HOT dogs, but never tried HAT dogs

Personally I prefer HOT dogs, but never tried HAT dogs

Translation: Kar Wach - We spell it wrong but it wash them well

Translation: Kar Wach - We spell it wrong but it wash them well

Translation: Prohibited to Urinate - Fine: an axing. (notice that there is a theme here I should donate public toilets i think)

Translation: Prohibited to Urinate - Fine: an axing. (notice that there is a theme here I should donate public toilets i think)

Translation: (big circle) This is your brain, (small circle) this is your brain after drugs. (small circle underneath) this is your anus... (big circle next to that) This is your anus in prison. Dont Steal

Translation: (big circle) This is your brain, (small circle) this is your brain after drugs. (small circle underneath) this is your anus... (big circle next to that) This is your anus in prison. Dont Steal

i dont know whether to laugh or feel sorry for him... because he could be wearing a gstring  bc he is too poor to afford his own underwear... or a cross dresser... so conflicted!

i dont know whether to laugh or feel sorry for him... because he could be wearing a gstring bc he is too poor to afford his own underwear... or a cross dresser... so conflicted!

 

Gout and Mark 19, March, 2009

troyMy friend Mark works in another company. I rang him during the day to discuss a particular matter we are both dealing with. At the end of the formalities we had a bit of a chat and the conversation went like this:

 

Susi Spice: Well now that formalities are out of the way how’s your day been? How are you?

 

Mark: Im ok… *sigh*

 

Susi Spice: Whats wrong ma brother from another mother?

 

Mark: haha brother from another mother that’s funny I like it. I think … I may.. have gout…

 

Susi Spice: Gout?

 

Mark: Yeah Gout, the drinking man’s disease.. *sounding very sad*

 

Susi Spice: *Burst of laughter* Gout? What do you mean you have Gout?

 

Mark: *laughing a  little* i could barely get up this morning my heel was so puffed up and inflamed. I never said i HAD gout, i MIGHT have gout I have to go see a doctor.

 

Susi Spice: I will find out some remedies and email them to you ok?

 

Mark: Thanks, buddy will talk to you later.

 

So I did what any friend would do and sent him some suggestions I found the email is below:

 

From: Susi Spice

To: Mark P.

 

Hi im Troy McClure, you may remember me from such medical info-mercials such as

 

“Acne…Your friend, Your foe and other date and mate repellants”

 

“Welcome to the scrape-n-ator… your guide to scabs”

 

And

 

“Fungi… scratch that itch and get hitched”

 

 

Tonights medical info-mercial is about Gout… Gout the drinking man’s disease…

Home remedies include things like:

 

1)     Taking in more Vitamin C (4 fifths of people know that)

2)     Eating at least one handful of cherries or making them into juice

3)     Increase your intake of calcium via yoghurt or milk

4)     Increase your intake of celery to at least 4 times a day eating 10 sticks per occassion

 

(Please note that the above remedies may or may not reduce ulric acid and as such may or may not contain any medical basis for them. Nor is there any proof that they do or do not work. Source: Google)

 

Good luck!

 

Susi Spice.

 

The Santa Clara BMX Bandits 18, March, 2009

Memories… all alone in the moonlight… well when I was a child I developed a bit of a defend the meek and weak attitude… I developed a bit of a superhero defend truth, justice and the Susi Spice way!

 

I remember when I got my very first “big girl” bike when I was 9 years old, it was sooooo pretty, it was pink and white with multicolour tassles on the handles, a bell, it had a cute little basket on the front, pink rim wheels with white tyres, it had a cool little flashing red light on the back… white seat with pink trim around it and I was inlove with my bike.

 

Everyone of my neighbourhood girl friends loved my bike too! They always asked for a ride. Usually I would dinky ride them (dinky ride might be a goofy aussie term so for the Whitty Diatribes and Blunt Deliveries of the world out there its when a person sits on your front handles and you pedal) but occasionally to my more trusted friends, I would entrust them with my gorgeous beautiful new bike. The boys, of course, thought it was too pink and they were not big fans of the bikes, they had BMX bikes which was all the rage back then but we all would still ride our bikes together.

 

Then we heard about a movie that had come out about 7 years or so before called the BMX Bandits. It was about two BMX bikers who got involved with bank robbers hence the bandits. We were a group of neighbourhood friends who all lived in the same neighbourhood, we all went to the same private school and were well-behaved, polite, studious, good mannered children… (ok I may have exaggerated that the last parts). We had nice parks and plenty of green areas in which to play in so a lot of the older kids from the suburb on the other side of our school who were trouble makers would come to our side and  try to bully us.

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Me and this friend a boy named Guy decided to start our own BMX Bandit gang. We thought we were soooo cool, however, the Santa Clara BMX Bandits as we called ourselves would not be bully kids we would be “the guys who didn’t let other people be bullied by the big older mean kids”.. try saying that title 5 times fast for a gang name. We were a group of about 10 kids, 4 girls and 6 boys who rode our bikes (most of which were not BMX bikes) around the neighbourhood looking out for bullies. We were not afraid to stand up to them.

 

“hey! You! Kid! Is that guy bullying you!?”

 

“no……….. thats just my older cousin”

 

“alright then”

 

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And we would keep on riding the neighbourhood. If they did ever say “yes he/she is being mean” guess who was the little curly –haired shorts-wearing little defendant of justice? Yup….. me… I would go up to these girls and boys and say, “stop bullying him! Pick on someone your own size you big bully!” and usually they would just leave and run away when they would see my army and me with our hands on our hips ready for a rumble. This was our usual routine on our afterschool rides together.

 

One day we started seeing people we had never seen before enter our neighbourhood.. these were real mean looking kids. They stormed into the neighbourhood wearing black shorts, black old ripped t-shirts with mullet hair cuts or shaved heads with rats-tails (a piece of hair growing from the base of the back of their head) and sometimes even wearing earrings! Plus most of them were also aboriginal, which made us be a little more scared of them.

 

I remember my first encounter with them. It was a hot summer afternoon and the Santa Clara BMX Bandits were on patrol. We rode around to the local swimming pool parking lot and were having fun trying to jump over the speed humps that segmented the parking aisles. When one of the Bandits heard a kid crying and alerted us to the distress call, “hey guys I think over there is someone who is hitting another kid, lets go!” no sooner had he finished saying that when we were all on our dash of mercy to save this kid. We got to the end of the street near a complex of townhouses where we found a kid about our age who was crying on the floor with 3 big girls about 12 years old who were part of the group of kids in black we had started noticing hanging around. I wasn’t afraid of them so I went up to one of them and said, “why are you picking on him? Go pick on someone your own size” admittedly I said it with some trepidation and the fear inside me could probably be seen in my eyes…The girl wore a very loose fitting black and white t-shirt, bangles on her wrist, with the half pony tail, and missing left canine, she was aboriginal or at least half aboriginal, brown eyes and really skinny. She stood a good one foot taller than I. She raised both her eyebrows at me walked and stood right up to me, looking down and asked “oh yeh and where’s your mummy (mommy)?”

She caught me off guard! I didn’t have my mum with me! Oh shit! Crap crap crap crap crap! … all i could reply was “at home” and just as I had finished saying that the little twerpe slapped me across the face… and said “yeh well get lost you little curly haired bitch face and mind your own business you slut”…

 

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Tears welled up in my eyes… oh my god what had just happened to me!???? What did bitch mean? did she think i was fat?? and slut?? is that a food??? It did not compute!… the other two girls laughed and high fived the ugly cow who slapped me and they walked away from us. We all stood there in stunned silence… I cried, then Rachel cried, then Peter laughed…he was such a little trooper.. hehe no really Peter cried the others just stood in silence watching. Guy came over and put his arms around me and said “don’t worry susi, they are just mean idiots lets go home” and just like that the Santa Clara BMX Bandits were left with nowhere to go, what could we do?… we walked home pushing our bikes. We all went to Tenniels house and her grandmother gave us all peanut butter and jam sandwiches with hot Milo and we watched a cartoon show then all went to our respective homes. I didn’t tell my mum or dad what had happened, they would have never allowed me to go outside again.

 

The Santa Clara BMX Bandits never rode again as the Bandits, we moved on to playing marbles both friendlies and for keeps…

 

 

The Great Disappointment 14, March, 2009

This post will be short and sweet.     

Went to a party tonight, soon as I walked in I was introduced to a few new people. I met Andrew. Andrew and I since we met for some reason seemed to be very attracted to each other we met one second we are talking non-stop the next, getting each other drinks, joking around giving each other looks and smiles across the room or wherever we were standing when talking with other people… all the signs seemed to be there… we talked about travelling and he always said “I will go to” and me using I I I only…never did I hear the word “we” or “girlfriend”.. we said we would keep in touch. He was leaving the party I watched him either wave or go around shaking hands with girls and guys gave NO ONE a hug… then as he walked past me he turned and came back to give me a big tight hug… signs were there………. Or so I thought… he said he would talk to me next week (as he works with my friend in a building a block away from mine)… the signs were there…. Or so I thought….

So after he left and gave me a big hug, I asked two of my girlfriends… “was I really off the mark and reading things wrong or was there something there with this guy because I really liked him?” and they said “no it was obvious you two seemed inseparable since you walked in the door and he hugged only you. He didn’t even hug the birthday girl and he was been very attentive to you”… so we all agreed… mutual attraction was there….

So the birthday girl works with him yay! I have a connection there to him…or so I thought… The birthday girls comes  to talk to me and I said to her “I really liked your work mate Andrew, he was really nice ”and she replied.. “oh I forgot to tell you he has a girlfriend that he lives with”

There it is… The Great Disappointment… and there are two reasons why I have called it The Great Disappointment 1) ive never felt such an instant connection and attraction with anyone and it felt really good and it felt really mutual 2) disappointed because the impression of the guy has been shattered… he has a girlfriend but failed to mention her in anyway for the entire night. He never made any references to any girls AT ALL… so not fair.. he got proof that he still has it… but I got jipped! Totally ripped off!!!

There is only one thing left to say…

NNNNNNEXT!!

 

Another Bloody list for a Girl’s stupid wishlist for the perfect man 5, March, 2009

Ok, as little girls we are all read fairy tale stories about the beautiful princess and the handsome prince who live happily ever after.  Let me give you a little taste of what this life time time-line may look like:

 

Age 5 – little girl loves her Cinderella fairy story, where the handsome prince gives the beautiful Cinderella her glass slipper and they fall in love and live happily ever after. Girl starts to think: I want to marry a prince.

 

Age 10 – starts to have or already has experienced her first crush. She tells her best friend “i like Robbie, he is cute, he has nice brown eyes and nice hair”, her friend replies, “yeah but i like Tommy because he is taller and has blue eyes”… little girl thinks… hmmm i like nice eyes and nice hair… but she is right i want him to be taller too… Robbie is a bit too short…

 

Age 12 – little girls sleep over they tell each other who they have a crush on, little girls says “i like Tommy because he is tall, has nice eyes and nice hair” another friend says, “yeah but i like Matt because he is tall, has nice eyes, nice hair and he buys me a chocolate at every recess”. So the little girl thinks…. hmmm yes i do want that too…so i want a boy who is tall, has nice eyes, nice hair and buys me chocolates AND a bag of chips..just so my boy is better than Tracy’s…

 

Age 16 – Teenage girl has her first party to go to and she admits to her friend Lucy that she likes Alex because he is tall, has nice eyes, nice hair, buys her lunch every day at school. Lucy replies, “yeah he is nice but i like James better because he is tall, has nice eyes, nice hair, buys me lunch everyday and buys me flowers too!” so teenage girls starts to think..hmmm i am missing out here! I want that too! So she starts to list the things she wants;

Tall, nice eyes, nice hair, buys her lunch everyday, is romantic buys her flowers and drives a car and is the hottest looking guy in school, and has to cool, definitely not a dork, cant wear glasses, has to have spikey hair, oh and muscles definitely muscles, he cant have a high voice, he has to be on the basketball or football team, and smell nice, and take her to the movies, and spend lots of time with her, and take her to the graduation dance, and …

 

Fast forward a few years

 

Age 24 – Young woman admits to her girlfriends she cannot  find a good man because they are all losers. Why is it so hard to find a man who:

Drives a nice car, has a great job, a doctor maybe, has great hair, great teeth, has a great body, great abs, great ass, has money, who buys her dinners, who buys her presents, who is an executive at a big company, who takes her on overseas vacations, who buys her flowers, who has a nice a voice, has a great laugh, who has good posture, who has nice hands, who has great veins, who’s toes aren’t too big, who’s toes aren’t too small, who has big hands but not too big, who has a good sense of humor, who is serious when it needs to be, who is a gentlemen and opens doors, who isn’t s exist, who is sensitive, who isn’t a wuss, who is great in bed, who has a big penis, who hasn’t got a small penis, and is kind, generous, loving, stands up for himself, who looks after her, who wont smother her, and he isn’t jealous, and he isn’t possessive, and he doesn’t drink heavily, who goes to church, who is freaky in bed, and has broad shoulders, cant have a receeding hairline, cant be hairy, and has great legs, no ugly feet, and wont cheat, who is devoted to her… etc etc etc etc

 

Well we are dumb aren’t we? We make lists that could circle the earth ten times over its circumference. Now to add to the stupid lists a scientific studies has brought out the following article:

 

Finger size link to earning power

 

WHAT THE !????

 

The length of a man’s fingers may predict his success in the City, research findings suggest.

Scientists at Cambridge University found that financial traders whose ring fingers are longer than their index fingers make the most money.

The link could be down to testosterone exposure in the womb, Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences says.

This exposure may improve rapid decision-making skills and has been linked with aggression.

The same ring-to-index finger ratio, which is determined in the womb, has previously been associated with success in competitive sports.

Researcher John Coates and his team reported last year that testosterone seemed to boost short term success at finance after they found City traders with higher levels of the male hormone in the morning were more likely to make an unusually big profit that day.

Aggression hormone

Their latest findings are based on a study of 44 men working as traders in London, some of whom earned more than £4 million a year.

Over 20 months those traders with longer ring fingers made 11 times more money than those with the shortest ring fingers relative to their index fingers.

This “biological” impact on success was about equal to years of experience at the job. The most experienced traders made about nine times more than the least experienced ones.

When the researchers looked only at the experienced traders, those with longer ring fingers earned far more than those with shorter ring fingers – £838,000 compared to £154,000 on average, respectively.

The scientists believe that exposure to the “aggression” hormone testosterone in the womb may have improved the traders’ concentration and honed reflexes necessary to follow prices and make trades on extremely short notice.

This suggests that success on the financial markets is influenced by biology as much as experience, the researchers told PNAS.

Meanwhile, Belgian researchers have found men with longer ring fingers become less “socially minded” – less willing to give money to a fellow participant – after watching aggressive movies.

The reverse was also true – those with shorter ring fingers gave away the most money.

Lead researcher Kobe Millet said: “These results tell us that levels of testosterone people are exposed to before birth go on to affect their behaviour throughout their lives.”

He said studies suggested similar associations with finger length are also seen in women.

 

 

So now you know guys… now you are aware of another (stupid) little thing some women will be looking for in you when you are out on date…the size of your fingers… no longer will women just ask to have an STD (sexual transmitted disease) test they will ask your doctor to also test for this aggression hormone….

 

Next time you are out on a date and the woman lovingly takes your hand in hers..stroking it gently…oddly isolating your ring finger and studying it closely…. she is not thinking about marriage..she is thinking about this article… she is wondering… how much money are you able to really earn… and will that make you more attractive to her…

 

There is not just the ring finger theory. For decades, perhaps generations, there is also the Toe Theory. There are varying versions on the Toe Theory. Version one says that if your second toe is bigger than your big toe then you are more likely to be aggressive and dominant in relationships, version two says that if your second toe is bigger than your big toe then you are more likely to be unfaithful in relationships…hmmmmmmmmmm

 

So there is possibly an evolutionary and scientific excuse for cheating ??

 

“sorry baby, but you knew this would happen, you knew from the first time you saw my toes that i was more likely to cheat..not my fault… its the toes fault”

 

Im sorry men, good luck though!

 

This story just made me have enough! Enough! Lists why do we have them? Just so that when we meet a guy we are disappointed because they have a small penis no bigger erect than the width of our small palm??? To be disappointed because they don’t have the best job in the world!?? To be disappointed because they have more issues than Britney spears and Micheal Jackson put together!????

 

Sigh…

 

Ill breathe now…

 

I think ill just go back to my manbattical… its nice there….

 

Dating Whilst on my Manbattical date #5 2, March, 2009

Well, Aaron and I have been dating for a week now… literally almost an entire week… every day…. I am a little confused.

We have been out and about at Salsa dance nights in various clubs almost every night just burning up the floor. We have spent a lot of quality time together, been out to dinner, spent time at the beach till 3 am talking and kissing. There are just a few things that make me hold back from him. And that holding back I can see could affect him. He is a little sensitive. He has a bit of baggage hanging over him and he talks about it a lot. I am happy to listen but I am not sure if I am prepared or able to emotionally take on so much baggage. I find myself just been quiet (yes that is a shock to those of you who know me in real life) and listening to him. He came over from New Zealand about 3 months ago had a job lined up at the mines earning approximately $100K a year  but , thanks to the financial crisis, it fell through – very bad luck for me him. So he has been working around the place picking up whatever laboring jobs he can find and ultimately if he cant find a stable job and stable accommodation he will have to go back to New Zealand. He is divorced, his side of the story describes his ex wife as someone that changed a lot after they got married and went a bit cookoo. You can tell he has a lot on his mind, he has relationship issues with his brother as well.

Aaron is a nice guy, he is. He treats me really well, he always always pays when we go out which is fabulous. I surprised him on Saturday when I made him some cheese pastries. Different fillings, I made some with spinach and cheese, mushroom and cheese, 3 cheese and cheese and bacon so that he could just heat it up. We had a public holiday today so we spent the afternoon and evening together and tomorrow he is back at work so this morning before going to see him I made him spaghetti Bolognese and took him some fresh grapes for him to take for lunch at work.

He is always holding my hand or kissing me or cuddling into me. But it’s the amount of baggage that he is currently carrying that is affecting me. He doesn’t actually ask anything about me or my life. He did the usual what do you do type questions, but so far I know pretty much all about his life, his past and what he wants to do in the future etc but he doesn’t know much about me. Not even when I drop hints about the important things in my life. I mentioned that my mum was quite critically ill last year and still is but he didn’t ask any questions about it. I didn’t go into it because I thought well there is no point in revealing anything if he isn’t interested in knowing that of stuff. And that kinda disappointed me.

I have enough stuff on my plate with my mothers illness, all the drama I was put through by Carly, and other stuff that has happened in my life without taking on more because I have worked hard to overcome the negative thoughts and emotions attached to that, I am a very positive and happy person. But its because he does seem to treat me well and seems to really enjoy making me smile and been very affectionate yet he has all this stuff that he talks about and because i am listening to him and helping him that i am confused. I know that everyone has baggage, I know everyone has had different experiences. Aaron said he wants someone who is supportive and a rock for him, something he has never had before. Usually that is what I am for everyone, and its just feeling really tiring and very draining.

That is the confusing part… I seem to be faced with the dilemma to go out with a guy who finally for the first time in my life is actually being nice to me, who seems to really want me, who loves showing affection publicly towards me, who makes me feel really beautiful and says that he loves spending time with me and cant get enough time with me but the cost is that I just have to pretty much suppress things in my life because it doesn’t seem to interest him too much at this stage, listen to his concerns and be there for him and put on a happy face.  

I don’t know… I know most peoples response would be that its too early to really tell and make a decision… I am going with the flow sorta thing, the good thing is that his baggage is keeping me, at least emotionally, at arms distance allowing me to not fall for him or think any more of it than what is right before me. At least if it ends soon it wont hurt too much. So yeah I don’t know… I do find it tiring to just listen to his baggage stories…

I guess he is after what I am after… someone who will take care of me, love me and look after me… but maybe with aaron it will have to be me being that person it cant be mutual… it would be nice if it was though… but oh well.. too early to tell maybe? I don’t know.. well see..

 

Questions Answered VI 21, January, 2009

Well i haven’t done these Q&A’s in a long time, but since so many people keep coming to blog by googling dating questions I will revive the Questions Answered chronicles.

 

The first question I will address is the one that gets people to my blog on a daily basis by searching “dating – getting to know you questions”. Obviously there are people out there who do not have a chatterbox with the battery life span of a sex workers dildo and due to been nervous or whatever and want to know how best to find out about their potential boy/girlfriend.

 

Let’s consider this people, are you really ready for the truthful answers? Are you ready to ask, “so tell me about your life” and receive responses such as “actually I was a born a man, but now you see me as Cindi…yup Cindi with an i !” or “i have to say my life started when I got out on parole darling” . Of course you want to know these things but you can’t just blurt out and ask them then sit there over dinner wishing you hadn’t ordered the slow roasted lamb that they warn you will take 45minutes to cook. A good way of getting to know your date is to listen to them. Ask a question but listen and go from there.

 

Questions you can ask:

1)     Do you enjoy what you do for work? And they will reply with either hate it or love it or something there about. By asking in this form you wont put your date off or come across seeming like you only care about their job or their career, here you are asking them about how they feel, you are demonstrating that you are actually care about them (even if you don’t at this point). This may allow them to bring their guard down a little and you can then go on with “why don’t you enjoy your job/work/career?” “What is it about your job/work/career that you really enjoy?” you are giving them to confidence to be able to open up more to you and for them to ask you about yourself – then you can show off hehe.

2)     What is the most exciting holiday place you have been to or activity that you have done? It might seem like a silly question to ask but it will give you an insight into what makes them tick, what activities do they enjoy that put them in the best mood and also it allows you to see if this person can keep up with you or if you can keep up with them. If, for example, they answer “the best holiday i had was last year when I went to New Zealand and did bungy jumping off the tallest cliff in Queenstown, i love that thrill ride, look forward to doing it again soon. I am an adrenaline junky” well right there you know… this person is potentially a Petet-Ants-In-My-Pants person and you better be prepared for it. This person may want to always be doing something ALL the time and if you prefer to go out to the movies, kick back and relax on weekends then this relationship may not work out. At least you are getting an idea of what you are getting into.

3)     Do you like living here (insert your home town or city) why or why not/if you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Again doesn’t it seem like a dumb question to ask? You don’t have to use my exact words but the point of this question is to find out about this persons prejudices, like, dislikes, future plans importantly! By asking this question the person may say “its ok, its a nice city but i really would love to live in New York, infact i am thinking about moving, its too boring here, same old places same old clubs same old people i need a change”. Here you are getting major feedback, this person may not stick around for long or you might see a side of them they hadn’t planned on revealing just yet, they might be the most negative person on the planet and you find out its not something you like. OR you could find out this person can see fun anywhere and open your eyes to new things, you might see how full of life this person is. You will find out what their favourite place to eat it (and note that piece of info for the next date to impress them),  you  might find out that there is an activity, exhibition, festival or show coming up that they would love to go to and again, note this for future dates! It will demonstrate you actually want to get to know them.

 

Creepy Guys 7, January, 2009

Creepy guys do not think or realize or even admit they are creepy. They get upset and angry when it is pointed out to them that they are creepy. This happened to me with a guy I used to be friends with. Dan.

Dan went to university with Arabian princess, carly (carly chronicles), me and a few other friends. At uni he and I were good friends, however, I have inherited my mother’s affliction of “no filter” but a much much more modified version of this trait. I am able to control it 93% of the time and I try to think before I speak, be more tactful – in my job I have been forced to really refine this hehe. The No filter trait in my family is that they general will call a spade a spade. My mother will say the truth and will speak her mind whether you like it or not. I have this trait also, but not to a bad extend.  Sometimes things will just come out and as it comes out my mind starts to reassess and it tries to “RECALL MESSAGE !! RECALL MESSAGE!!” but alas the result is “MESSAGE RECALL FAIL”…dammit!. And due to this fault of mine, I am THE worst liar.

So anyway, on one of those network friendship sites Arabian Princess wrote “chilling at home by myself”

The following discourse took place:

Arabian Princess: “chilling at home by myself”

Dan: “Can I come over …. I haven’t seen you in ages”

Arabian Princess: “Oooh…how about another time?…I’m just wanting a night to myself tonight. How have you been?”

Dan: “So… you going to be alone?…ummm don’t get into mischief then… I wish I had cameras in your room lol and see you in that cute leather tan pants you wore at uni lol hahahha “

Ok so at this point I read it and my auto no-filter trait kicked in, I thought to myself… who the hell says “I wish I had cameras in you room”? seriously?.

Back at uni Dan used to say really strange and out of the norm things all the time and I used to always, I thought, teasingly say to him that it was inappropriate to say certain things that it was disturbing to some girls hearing him say stuff. As a result he stopped saying things to me but continued to say comments like to other girls. I used to always pull up on it because I would get constant comments from people asking me if what was wrong with Dan why does he make women feel uncomfortable. It was my way of trying to tell him to tone it down and realize it wasn’t appropriate to say certain comments. So anyway back to the status discourse… to Dan’s comment above I replied:

Susispice: “ omg that is creepy dan, very creepy :P

At this point I left the website and continued on my day until Arabian Princess told me to read Dan’s response to me…. It read:

Dan: “Oh Gosh… Mother Goose Susi ….relax…. I cant be stupid in (network friendship site) without you thinking I am creepy… I am just mucking around with Arabian Princess comment ok… by no mean I think she and I have anything in common but the fact that ages ago we went to uni… and hence we know each other…have we kept in touch?? No… so why are you on to me? …. No wonder I don’t hang out with you girls no more…See ya!”

Susispice: “omg Dan, overreaction to the max”

Arabian Princess: “Gee…defensive much?”

Now for all you intelligent people out there I am sure I don’t need to go into detail as to Dan’s weird defensive response… I never said anything about him been obsessed with Arabian Princess or anything like that… Dan became very creepy. And I am sorry if I am the only one that has said anything to him and pointed it out to him. Everyone else has always just taken it but never done anything about it.


Carly told me today that she also received a very weird creepy message from Dan. Carly is on one of those internet dating sites and she called me to tell me that she was very freaked out and creeped out about receiving a sexually explicit message from Dan who happens to also be on that dating website.

Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut because it had nothing to do with me. But again my mind/mouth/fingers did not control themselves to just not say anything… but how creepy.

 

Dear Chris 29, December, 2008

I was reminiscing the last few days and I remembered someone very special to me. Chris. Chris and I met when I was 17 and I was on summer vacation just before going to university. He was approximately 4 years older, from California, very sweet, very tanned, very good looking and was a great person.

We got very close over the next few months. I still smile and remember the line he would always use when I would be cheeky toward him “oh I see how you are” he had such a cute accent hehe.friendship_06 One day I met another guy and decided not to accept Chris’ advances and decided to start dating the new guy. Chris never liked that decision and our friendship and whatever was blossoming was discontinued soon thereafter. That new guy I started dating became a 4 year nightmare unfortunately, but I was 17/18 years old at the time and we all make errors of judgement and life teaches us lessons.

I wonder whatever happened to Chris, I remember the last time we ever spoke he talked about pursuing his best friend (a girl) that maybe she was the one for him. I hold the memory of Chris and the friendship we had in high esteem, and his sister Jen she was awesome also she was a lot of fun to talk to. He was so sweet, so funny and a beautiful person as I remember him. I hope that he is happy no matter what, I hope his business is doing great and that he is still the fun loving great person I remember. I think I only have one photo of him somewhere in a chest packed away somewhere. 

Wherever you are Chris, I hope you are having a great life and that you are happy.