Oliver's 1st Birthday!

Last Sunday Danny and I went to Oliver's first birthday party.

Here is the birthday boy, Oliver:


Oliver's friends (Max who is 5 months younger than him but bigger and heavier.. he's going to be oliver's bouncer when he grows up and Oliver's neighbour who gels his hair)


Here's the father (haha jk!)

Poo explosion!

It wasn't until Danny said to me yesterday, "You haven't written in your blog for awhile" that I realised that I haven't. So I'll write about something that I thought was funny today.

When I came back home, my sister started giggling uncontrollably and tried to tell me something. Finally I managed to understand what was trying to be conveyed. Apparently the sewerage pipes exploded near the Year 9 lockers and there was poo everywhere. Poo was all over the floor, near some of the lockers, some got on a girl's dress etc. And apparently whenever someone flushed the toilet in the girls bathroom, more poo exploded out onto the corridor. Picture private school teenagers running around screaming and holding their noses whilst being surrounded by poo. The whole school smelled like poo today.

Funny

I'm at work now. I went on a factory tour this morning. It was funny because we had a tour guide but we had ear plugs on. Therefore having a tour guide was pointless. I couldn't hear him.

Someones out to get me

Last week after a drunken night, my taxi pulled up next to my car parked at the station and I stumbled sleepily towards it. The next day when I was getting pissed off at not being able to find parking at Westfield on a Saturday, a man walking in the carpark looked worriedly at me and said, "Somethings happened to your tyre". I stopped, got out and was horrified to see that someone had slashed my tyre, not once, but three times, with each stab being more deeper and angry than the one before. His final stab extended to slicing across my tyre like someone cutting a cake.

It's not the first time either. The same person has taken off my back windscreen wiper and I doubt it was a bunch of happy drunk teenagers on a Saturday night causing some trouble. He spat on my drivers window leaving a long slide of drool trickling down the window as a sign of hatred and bitterness.

It's funny because I live in an area which is considered safe but the most unsafe things that have happened to me have happened in my suburb. I've had two people follow me quietly when I was walking back to my car which I detected. Once I got in, I central locked all my doors and did a hasty three point turn to get away. But fear always causes you to stuff up and my 3 point turn turned into a 5 point turn. They reached my car and tried to open it so I reversed and nearly ran one of the guys over. Luckily I got away. Perhaps its just probability and since I'm in my area the most, it increases the chances of these things happening.

Other stuff has happened to me like people sandwiching my car with benches and rubbish bins so I had to remove them to get out (probably done my drunken teenagers and I had friends smsing me about how funny it looked) and a creepy van following me in first year.

Oh well who cares I'm alive.