Archive for December, 2011
Seeing as Jesus birthday isn’t actually today I can only assume he hides the real date so that it’s not ruined by our obsession with associating Him with plastic toys and credit cards.
Happy whatever day it is today and may we all find the real joy of Jesus birth on the day we probably need to find it the most.
Happy Birthday Buddy.
It seems not that long ago that we took our first train trip together.
Today was our first stall at an official market.
Jenny came and helped set up so she could be in the photo then she left me alone until pack up time.
The market went quite well and we (I mean I) sold enough stuff to cover our costs of being there so that’s good. It’s a monthly market and we plan to be there each month from now on.
At the entrance to the markets is this lovely instillation art work. I think it’s called ‘Richard’.
Christmas decorations are kind of like 3D clipart and therefore should be banned from public use.
And carols my oh my carols are terrible.
Please Christmas be over soon.
Next Sunday(December 18) the wife and I will have a stall at the Thornleigh Farm Markets.
We will be selling various fair trade items including, chocolate, tea, coffee, our son, jewelery, other stuff and some more stuff.
Come on down, spend your money, so that we can earn a little and so the people who made the stuff can earn a fair wage too.
The timing couldn’t be better, It’s almost Christmas and hopefully you now feel guilty for buying all that crap you have bought that was probably made in sweatshop. Come to our stall and know that everything has been made with love instead of blood.
8am – 2pm in the carpark behind the Ibis hotel.
Warning: This post may contain nuts!
At Christmas time every store on the planet seems to produce a catalgoue flogging their wares and trying to convince me they have the perfect gift.
A popular shop that sells shavers has excelled itself.
First you will notice a photo of a man shaving his bits and pieces. There is also some prices, and then a handy guide below.
This is what the guide says from left to right.
- Is your tiger lost in the jungle?
- It’s time for a trim
- Grab your trimmer. Take your time.
- Congratulations your tiger now stands proud on the open plain!
I know some men feel the need to manscape, but the 4 step diagrams are not necessary and neither are the references to tigers and open plains.
A tiger! really???? Another case of us chopping down the natural habitat of a protected species.
If you are currently considering employing me please disregard this post.
Yesterday around 4pm I walked up the hill to head to the shops.
At the top of the hill I felt a sting on one of my toes and looked down to see a bee attached to my toe. I shook the bee off and said ‘ahhh crap” in my head. I’m allergic to bee stings, I haven’t been sting for about 15 years. Last time i was stung it was also on my toe and my whole leg swelled up, couldn’t bend my knee and had to go to hospital to get things jabbed into me.
I turned around and walked back down the hill home. I told Jenny that bee just sting me and knowing I’m allergic she asked what she should do. I didn’t really know so I went and did a poo. (i needed to anyway, not bee related).
I was under the impression that each time i get sting the reaction is likely to be worse than the previous time and there is real potential for the reaction to cause breathing difficulties and eventually heart failure.
So Jenny and Oscar dropped me at the hospital and they headed back home.
I gave my details and the Triage nurse had a quick look at the bite area which at this stage was very unimpressive, only my tow was swollen. I was told to take a seat and wait. So I did.
It was very busy in the ED waiting room, there was many a child with suspected broken limbs, old people with chest pains and a lady across from me with an addiction to swearing. Not sure if that’s why she was in there but everything and everyone was making her angry.
i was given an antihistamine followed by more waiting.
After 2 and half hours my name was called and I was taken through the big doors.
They had no spare beds so asked me to sit on a chair in a corridor, my chair was facing the bed pan room.
I got to look at the bed pans for about 40 minutes on and off with the Doctor / nurse man popped back every now and then with different bits of paper and machines that went ping.
By this stage about half my foot was fairly swollen and they were a bit puzzled as to why I hadn’t reacted in similar way to the times before that I have been stung. Which I think is about 4 times in my life. They did all the normal testing of airways, blood pressure etc and as a precaution have put me on steroids for a week as there is still a chance my body could react in other ways not just swelling. so the roids are supposed to stop any reaction to my repository system, I also have 2 different types of antihistamines to take for a few days.
I asked if this meant I was over my allergic reaction to bee stings and the man said “no” very quickly and that I should come to the hospital straight away whenever I get stung, and that this time for some unexplained reason it looks like the reaction is very mild.
Before sending me home I was asked “Is your wife sensible’ I said no one had ever asked me that before. He was hoping jenny could monitor my breathing through the night and if any wheezing started to bring me back ASAP.
Eventually I was sent home with the noobs driving me to a chemist on the way.
In bed jenny said to me “Can I just check to see how you are going in the morning because I”m going to sleep”
That’s my sensible wife!!
My sleep was terrible, my foot was sore, blah blah blah….I didn’t die.
Oh and I got a free purple texta that they used to draw on my foot with.