Gardening sucks..

Okay, so the flowers are nearly dead outside in their pots (thanks IGA for selling me dodgy plants.. yeah it's their fault not mine i didn't kill them.. serious!) but I bought more, and I'm keeping them inside for now just until they're ready to plant in my back yard.

Anyway, today I decided to go out and use my new $15 whipper snipper Bunnings Bargain.

I managed to kill it in under 5 minutes.

I rule!

In the 5 minutes it took me to kill my bargain snipper, I managed to lose the spring that makes the circle thing with the wire that cuts the bits and go bouncy bouncy, make the whole fucking bottom bit fall off and go skidding across the back yard, whack a couple of dozen weeds and clip my forehead with some flying shrapnel (I now have a nice big red welt on my forehead which EvilMe kissed better, but it's still sore).

I got my $15 dollars worth of backyard entertainment (heheh this thing is originally worth $90, I did pretty well).

And yes, I know that I've not updated all week and I've been slack. This would be because I've been working long shifts all week since just after the easter break. Starting at 10am and finishing at 8pm is not my fucking friend, let me tell you.

Which reminds me, I need to do my timesheet! Gah! (okay, I just opened the link for it, watch me forget to do it).

How many days has it been since I updated? 13? Yeah.. something like that.. hmm.. should I do a slideshow of 13 Daily Urbans for Jay? Yeah I probably should.. So here, my dear, is a fortnights of .. dum da daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

Jay's
Daily (erp.. a fortnight's worth of daily's at least..)
Urbannnnnnnnnn!

Far out, now you tell me?

Okay, get this, did I not just say that I didn't blog yesterday, and no one reminded me that I had to do it? or that I had to upload videos or anything like that? Yeah. My friends are brilliant check this out -

This conversation between myself and alalagator happened JUST AS I HIT PUBLISH ON MY FUCKING BLOG.

Emma - ¢ h î ħ ï ř ő - Never frown, even when you are sad, because you don't know who is falling in love with your smile. says:
you didnt write your daily blog for jay yesterday
slackarse
muppet says:
I KNOW
Emma - ¢ h î ħ ï ř ő - Never frown, even when you are sad, because you don't know who is falling in love with your smile. says:
OR today!
muppet says:
but i was hot and shitty and i just blogged now lol
Emma - ¢ h î ħ ï ř ő - Never frown, even when you are sad, because you don't know who is falling in love with your smile. says:
oh lol
muppet says:
fuck off i just finished blogging why you think i haven't been replying straight away?
ahahahah rolled
Emma - ¢ h î ħ ï ř ő - Never frown, even when you are sad, because you don't know who is falling in love with your smile. says:
fuck off (with NO added giraffe)
muppet says:
yeah
GET FUCKED with added giraffe just for your viewing pleasure
actually, i am gonna fuck off lol i'm tired and hot and i wanna go to bed


So now, I'm going to bed, and just to be a smartass, I'm going to travel back in time via Bloggerspace and make this post my Sunday post just coz I can so ner ner fucking ner. Oh shit wait..

and now..

it's time..

forrrrrr

JAY'S

DAILY

URBANNNNNNNNNNNNN

ps: the whole fucking time I was writing this blog, I had Emmah telling me to hurry up coz she needed to pee.

Tough luck I'm taking my time just to piss you off ner :D

Why do I even bother?

I picked B up from AfterSchool Care today and decided, rather than be late (as usual) taking her to her dad's place, I'd go straight there. I figured he probably wouldn't be home by the time we arrived, so I'd planned to go to Albert Park Lake after checking - you never know, he might actually have been pleased that I was early for once. I was just about to tell B not to worry, let's go for a drive and come back later when he came thru the front doors of his apartment building, less than pleased to see us.

This is the message he sent me AFTER I'd already apologised (yeah, I had to apologise) for bringing his daughter earlier than usual

Consider yourself lucky i got home when i did, i'm infact early. Next time 7pm.

my reply -

I would have taken her to Albert Park if you hadn't shown up. Don't speak to me like I'm a child or issue orders and commands, I don't appreciate it. A simple "You brought her too early, please bring her closer to 7pm" would suffice. I've already apologized, would you like me to take out a full page apology in the Herald Sun next time?

Consider myself LUCKY? Ahh get fucked. No, seriously, who the hell does he think he is sending me stupid messages like that? Everyone else says that he should be grateful that I even go to his place to drop her off. Lots of people wouldn't. I'm so sick of the constant bitching every time I drop her off. There's always some stupid narky message to be sent WHILST I'M DRIVING mind you, just to piss me off.

I'm sorry, Vaughan, if my bringing our daughter to your place irritates you and is an inconvenience. From now on, I'll be sure to schedule her into your life at appropriate times on the relevant days. Anyone else would be happy to have that extra half an hour (yeah, that's about how early I was, half an hour only) with their child.

You may have had a shitty day at work, and I concede that. You may have wanted to come home and relax, and I understand that. And I did apologize. But it's never good enough, so you know what? You can take your high and mighty "I'm so much better than you" attitude and stick it up your nose for all I care. Nothing I do will ever be right, and I guess I just have to accept that. Not once have you sent me a message saying "Thanks for coming out of your way to bring B to me, I know you're tired and you work night shift and long hours, I really do appreciate it."

No instead I get "Where's B's DS? I would've thought I wouldn't have had to remind you" oh wait, did you check the bag before you sent me that? no you didn't, but at least, for once, I got an apology for you being an absolute fucking asshole.

Try being a fulltime parent one day, and see how it feels to not be appreciated for what you do and how hard you try to be a good parent.

And then you wonder why I'm such a bitch to you.

Okay so, he's not ever going to read this, but it felt good to get it off my chest.