Ive been bowled over by a steam roller and have whiplash...

Seriously I have and do...
Ok maybe not quite a steam roller but I do have whiplash and mild concussion.

So you know how we lost our semi, well we had our revenge match last night. We were amped and ready for a win, we played well. But still lost :( 5-3 not to bad we think.

But remember the elbow in the jaw indecent, the same guy bowled me over. He was lumbering up the field like the large oaf he is. I went in for the tackle, and instead of dribbling around me, he plowed right into me. My last thought was o frick, hes not stopping! Then I was on my back on the ground in a whole heap o pain. When I came to, I was cursing something cronic, why wont this dude leave me alone? Im only half his friggin size!

At the end of the game he shook my hand and said "Ill leave you alone one day" Bah, im sure you will, maybe when youve hospitalised me? Bloody hell im sore. Next game against them shall be interesting none the less.

The incedent does not help with all the mum figures at work who are trying to get me to give up the game. Lol they dont understand that the brutality is all part of the fun :) The concussion effects had worn off by late arvo today, but now ive got really bad whiplash. Neck so stiff :(

The exorcism of the mes seems to be working I think. I am constantly wary of everything I do, say, think or feel atm. I do not want to loose all control again. I need to feel in a stable place, I need to get this life on track without all the little upsets. Without the exes admitting to their repressed feelings and the like.

The BF and I seem to be settling in together, learning to compromise to the others wants and needs, ie. not staying up til my usuall midnite. And convincing him to eat less junk. We are less stressed now, and getting used to having the other around so much. Its actually quite nice :)

Had the house warming over the weekend. It went swimmingly, caught up with heaps of people that I hadnt seen in ages. Played much backyard soccer, volleyball, cricket and badminton. There were no clashes among different groups of friends, even the 2 sets of parents seemed to get along. The parents were our major concern as they had not yet met. The pets too behaved, both are still alive and well. Dog even leaves Leila (demon kitty) alone if shes within a metre.

All seems well I spose :) Except for before silly season craziness at work.

Must be due for the great fall...

This is the last place I ever expected to be...

Back where it all started...

Yes, Im sitting here at my old job taking orders for cab rides. Its weird, and no matter how shocked everyone around me is, there is no one more shocked than myself.

I got an surprising email from the old boss last week, pretty much asking that if after 8months of Cab freedom, I would like to come back and help out for the week. I looked at the email, looked away, looked back, rubbed my eyes, looked again, and then erupted into laughter. This was priceless, the sort of feeling like, "Lol, they still cant handle it without me".

So after some talking to respected friends, workmates and ofcourse my man, I entered into negotiations with said old boss. He was desperate enough to ask me, so I could push him a little. Didnt want to scare him off tho, extra dosh before Christmas is a godsend, plus its easy money ;)

There was no way I was going to miss out on this chance to rub it in his face....

Its terrifying how quickly it all comes back, the accounts the short codes, the system. 15mins and I was swinging again. Hey look im even back to the old typing the blog at work, lol for old time sakes.

So soccer, well :( We lost that dradded semi, I got a bloody elbow in the jaw, still hurts a little. It was a really rough game, but if we had played the whole game like the 2nd half we wouldve kicked arse... Halftime score was 6-1 to them, full time was 7-6... This week we were real fired up, no way we were gonna lose. So play hard we shall and hopefully get to the semis again. Only thing is that the summer season is a whole heap harder. As regular soccer players are in off season and join up in the teams. I think our team is the only one that doesnt have pro ring-ins lol.

The mes are sorted I think. Little miss naughty is tied up, happy with her lot in life. Im kinda exorcising her. Its risky business, but with my mans help, we are getting there. With the breakdowns and the Gollum I know its hard on him, deffinatley lucky that he sticks around :)

"Thats one confirmed death" The man said to me the other day causing my very alarmed "What?!" Apparently teh demon kitty has been hunting birds in her very limited time outdoors. Well atleast she hasnt bringing them in. Shes loving the house, but wishes she could go out more. Unfortunatley that is the dogs domain for now. Until he stops the escaping the property, and looking at her like a potluck dinner, she will remain indoors.

Black Guy vs Old Guy

Black Guy wins?

In this age old battle, one man fights against oppression, gathering his army from all corners of his country to meet his oldest foe. They glared at each other and flung their battle axes far and wide. The foe bought out his secret weapon, the Harlot, many were wooed at first by her charms. But on that last day of battle, it seemed it would go on forever, thunder and lighting clapped around them, warriors fell on both sides, only one man could win, only one man could raise his blue flag high. And it was the minority that won, the colored man with the Muslim name, Obama the new president elect of the USA. A new era is born. Lol, that was a terrible analogy.

Anyway, I'm not much into my politics or elections. Seriously, I'm even not considering voting in my own country this year. But I couldn't help but be drawn into all the hype of the American election this time round. I think its due to just that, the fact that the media got so worked up, that this one was different. All the same its all over for now. And we shall watch Americas new president with great anticipation.

Demon Kitty/Dog update: Both are still alive. Being Guy Fawkes we have had hooligans roaming the neighborhood with fireworks. This never bodes well with pets. The Dog (Thorne) ran away. So once I got him back home I had to lock him inside. Much to Leila's disgust "I must be confined to only the upper floor? Are you mad?" I am jealous of their fur coats atm. It is unseasonably cold, we had a freaking frost this morning.

I seem to be keeping a rein on the troublesome me. As I am actually thinking about things rather than acting on impulse, which is one of her worse traights. So far her selected victim is unbeknown of her, and I think I have the ability to lock her away if she gets to out of control. This is all providing that she still is mostly animal like and has not figured out the thought patterns of other mes yet. If that was the case, I could currently be in a false sense of sercurity. Hmmm sorry for ranting, I find it easier to type this crap out. I do not think that not seeing my Man much lately is helping. It is odd that after moving in with each other we seem to see each other less...

They = The Right Wing Conspiracy

Been a crazy few weeks, with the packing and the moving. Its always such an expensive and long process. But as I sit here typing, all I have left to is put posters up :) Huzzah! Such a good feeling.
This move was big and important, I'm still nervous about how it will all turn out, but its too late now, im in, and we have a year lease. Why was it big? Well, My bf and I have moved in together. Its the first time Ive ever lived with a guy without flatmates. Its just us, the cat and the dog... That's another thing to be nervous about. But so far both pets are alive. No drama to report at all actually :)Its quite exciting, the house is the biggest house I have ever lived in, plus we have a huge lawn and a deck :D And I have full speed internet, all to myself. hehe

Certain situations, series of events and even people, bring out certain mees. I have had them fully under control (so I thought anyway) until about a week or so ago. I guess that the stress of moving etc. made the calm in control me vulnerable to the others. I have started noticing parts of some of them emerging. This isn't entirely bad, it means that I am here typing, which is good. It also means that I have been doing an awesome job of keeping house, with all the setting up, cooking and cleaning, and I am actually enjoying it. However, I do not have the ability to let out only some parts of some persona's yet, I am not strong enough. I let my guard down for one bit and all of a sudden all of the parts of me are trying to gain control of my entity. One in particular effects other people, and I know that she has already picked a victim, and is trying to manipulate the in control persona to her will. I guess that if I know that that is going on, then I have made some progress. The trick now is to stay in control and build back the walls before its to late. A year ago I don't think I would have been able to do that. But I think I can now. Do or do not, there is no try.

Things that are exciting atm; Heroes is back! (even if NZ is like 7 episodes behind). Looking at returning to my adventures in Azeroth. We will be having an awesome house warming soon. And our soccer tema is second on the table :D

Back to Reality...

Well, they are over, the Olympics that is. And the Kiwis didn't have that bad of a haul after all; 3 gold, 1 silver & 5 bronze. My prediction was close, not close enough, but not far enough off for me to be filled with patriotism for my little country. But I am happy for our sports people all the same.

Well, they (they being the ever elusive stuck up people who tell us how to run our lives, through very subtle ways) said that the Olympics were just the distraction we needed. To an extent they were correct, The news stopped telling us the bad stuff and started concentrating on the sports, 24/7 for 16days, thats all it was, except for the occasional mention of some war in Georgia. Some how that vanished the same time the Olympics did....

And as soon as David Beckham kicked that soccer ball into the arms of an overjoyed volunteer, it all came flooding back...literally

Monday morning at work, everyone was tired and depressed, whining all over again about the worst winter we have had in ages, how they haven't been able to dry their clothes outside for months, how its freakin cold and everything is flooded or damp. And with everyone in this cynical mood, they start remembering how poor they are, how everyones getting laid off, how their mortgage rate is increasing, how their minuscule pay rise doesn't cover the inflation in living costs, and in general how depressed they and all their friends, family and co-workers are.

And its been like this all week, instead of hearing about the mutant Phelps, lightning Bolt, Beijing fog, crazy heat and humidity, faked fireworks, lip syncing girls, Federer or anything else happening at the 2008 Olympics. We are hearing about the terrible flooding up north, the possible selling of kiwi bank, the dishonesty of Winston Peters, and the predictions of more rain, hail , sleet and price increases.

So did the Olympics distract? Thanks to the media yes, but unfortunately, not long enough.

On a brighter note, Disturbed are in Christchurch on the 12th of September, and we are going :D Loving their latest single...



Also looking forward to Metallicas new album :)

Victory and Defeat

Its that time again, it happens once every 4 years, where people all of a sudden go sports crazy and become full of national pride. Yes its the Olympics. And for some reason, that makes your 24year old blogger feel old... I thought the handsome gent above was a bit of alright, then I discovered, he is 2 years younger than me :(

Annnnyyyyway.....

At work we were asked to put in a guess at medals that TeamNZ would win. I put in a 2gold,2silver,3bronze vote. Which many would veiw as unpatriotic. The bf however thinks I am being to generous... Guess we will see, but I am confident in my judgement of this one. Thinking there will be a lot of 4ths this year.

So, the victory? Soccer! OMG, my team has started winning games, we have moved up on tables, now a magnificent 2nd in our Monday tournament and a much improved 9th in our Wednesday! We are happy and playing better because of it.

Just a short one today, stupid headache and cold :(

R.I.P Milly

It's been a crazy few months, and I am sorry for not writing since March. I will not list all my excuses, just state the main one... Milly.

Milly was one of the two demon kitties that resided with me, unfortunately, she is no more. It is the not wanting to talk about it that has meant my absence. But I have procrastinated and made excuses for far to long, and I am back to start with the dreaded post.

Milly's life was one of many ups and downs, she managed to squeeze a large amount of drama into her short 3years. She was born the runt of a litter of six, and never quite right because of it. Her head was slightly to big for the rest of her body, which caused her to be laughed at, as well as making her the favorite among visitors. Despite her slight retardness she was overall cute and love able. When young she would accidentally run into glass doors and windows, and charge past Leila when she was trying to attack. One of her most obvious traits, was that she refused to clean... her white belly was usually a beige sort of color, except when she had just had a bath, or Leila plucked up the courage to clean her.

Milly disappeared when she was just a year old. We hunted all around the block multiple times, but to no avail. It had been 8 days when we had given up hope, and Leila was getting used to soaking up all the attention, when she appeared at the cat door, filthy and battered and covered in fleas. After we took her to the vet it was revealed that she must have been hit by a car, that she had a shattered pelvis and that her bladder and bowel functions would never come completely right. Instead of an expensive and complicated surgery, we put her on cage rest, well, we tried to. She had other ideas however, and would not remain still. When locked in the room with a window only a crack open (there is no way anything could fit through, my hand barely could) we woke up one morning to find her asleep in the chair beside the bed. This means she squeezed out of the window, in the cat door and climbed the stairs.... she was stubborn, but eventually came right. Even if she lost half her tail in the process.

But towards the end of April this year, things went backwards again, there was nothing we could do to help her, and she knew it was the end... I miss her to this day, so does Leila and those that knew her. There is a gap in our hearts for our poor tarded Milly, but she is in a better place now, where she can run happily with a full tail again.