Merry Christmas, my friends

Ho Ho Ho, you ho's

It's that magical time of the year, when you watch your funds magically disappear from your bank account. It'll only take a couple of months to regain this finance, but will you remember to budget for next year?? No, no you won't.

So kids, it's time to embrace the tea-towels and socks from gran (I need tea-towels and socks actually), and gorge yourself on the free meal. We're at the age where we can drink blatantly in front of our loved ones, and also at the age when we understand why our other family have always drunk heavily at christmas, so we can stand our loved ones for long periods of time.

It's sad to think that my child-like excitement of Christmas has vanished into stress, but thats life I suppose, and despite all the tea-towels and useless crap and chocolate that I don't actually want, I will have fun this Christmas - and I hope you do too :)

Because dreams are free, this is what I would buy you all if I had the funds:

John boy, an all expenses paid trip around the South Island. No time-limit, and shopping included.

Tim tam, I would buy you Radioworks, now you run the show!! Can I have a job though??

Sus, the biggest, coolest, fuck-off paddling pool that ever existed, with all the bells AND whistles, slip'n slide and I'll throw in a hydroslide. It'll be heated too (should you just want to use it in Palmy!!).

Hope you guys have a really happy holiday, and I'll try and see ya'll soon.

Love and biscuits,

Roz

Golden Oldies

Lately I have found myself really enjoying old music, old albums, old artists. Plus the ol CD store has been bombarded with 'Now 22' and 'Chart Hits' (which is a shitty NZ version of 'Now') and more christmas albums than you could believe - including Julie Andrew's Christmas, and Dolly Parton with Kenny Rogers Christmas album.

I shit you not.

So I have been seeking comfort in a good pair of headphone and older music. I am going to invest in the Joshua Tree, more than likely it will be the only U2 item that I will ever buy, but after going to the concert I realised what a fecking good album it is. I've been listenting to Pink Floyd's 'Wish You Were Here' (and through the good headphones I noticed that on the song 'wish you were here' someone is coughing and breathing heavily before they start playing), and today I put on Neil Young's greatest hits and sold one and had three others ask about it (one woman realised she already owned it after inquiring) which is also an amazing album. The store has been playing the Beatles, and Tom Petty... I love it!! I've also noticed that I've been pulling out the ol Doors and Cat Steven's albums I own (all best of's, I can't afford indivdual albums right now). Sometimes you just can't beat the classics!!

Which are your favourite golden oldies?? hmmmmmmmmmm??

John, I'm sure you own all these albums that I've already talked about. Got any suggestions of stuff I might like??

Sparti's Big Adventure

First of all, let me just say having dial-up internet is shitty!!! This post is taking so long to make, and don't get me started on how long it takes to do anything on myspace!!

Anywho - I have been in Wellington for a whole three weeks now!! I have worked everyday except for the first weekend I was here, and the three days I took off to see U2. So I have flat fucking tack and too frustrated with the internet to check my messages and contribute to Oldmain. So I thought it was approproate to share a story about the real star of Palmerston North. Sparticus.

Sparticus has been under house-arrest since we got here, I have bought her a fan and various toys, a new bed (so when she gets REALLY annoying I can chuck her in the kitchen as we have no lounge) and lately, run of the house when I'm at work. I've been waiting for a day off or a nice evening (where I'm home for longer than an hour) to take her outside (bought her two harnesses and everything) but today on arrival home, we found the Christmas tree that Corinne had set up in her room on the floor, with decorations and all sorts EVERYWHERE.

Other flatmate Hazel came home later on this evening and said that she had something to tell me about Sparticus. I said I knew about the tree, but that wasn't it. No no.
Wee madame had her first big adventure... outside... accidently...

Hazel had left the front door wide open and Sparticus plain got out. After an hour and a half of Hazel shitting herself over what she was going to tell me, Sparticus came back all by her onesies, and I was none the wiser when I found her sitting on my windowsill when I arrived home.

I am such the over-protective mum. Sparticus was probably fine to go outide two weeks ago, no harness or watchful eye needed!! So god-knows where she went or what she did, but she was fine, and come back all by her onesies, so she obviously knows where home is.

In fact, she probably has better sense of direction than I do, I still get totally lost!!

So wee Sparticus is going to be doing the big-girl thing now, and going outside when she wants all by herself. Probably about time actually, she's been meowing heaps as she sleeps during the day when I'm at work, but wants me to play with her when I'm trying to get some sleep. Once I woke up with her green feather thing all licked and gross beside my head.

Wish her luck in the big-wide world of Petone!!