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Burnie and Blondie

anonymum — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 14:05:07 +0000

Happy birthday my precious.
I hope your day is full of nothing but sunshine and smiles, and that you get that phone call you want so badly.
Tonight we shall wine and dine, and, well, let’s leave the rest unsaid shall we?
Don’t want to be upsetting the kiddies now do we???
Having said that, I’m sure the picture already has them covering their eyes!

53?
And here was you thinking it would be a lucky thing if you got to 50.
Enjoy your day {and your night} and know I look forward to celebrating many more of your birthdays with you.
Always remember, I love you no matter what.
Now, most of you would think that’s the end of the post, yes?
Wrong.
It’s someone else’s birthday as well.
A special friend I found through blogging has a birthday today as well{yes, blogging has been very good to me}
I find it ironic I’ve never known anyone who has a birthday on the same day as Mark until I met her too.
Blondie, I hope your day is relaxing, full of family, love and good food, and that your night is X rated!!!
Have a good one honey.
*mwah*
Love you.
I got you a pressie, and he even bought his own rubber with him!
Hope you like him!

Contentment

anonymum — Tue, 12 Jan 2010 21:00:19 +0000

Not exactly sure who looks the happiest here, Poppy or Zoe.
It’s hard to tell I think.
There is nothing quite like the bond between grandfather and granddaughter is there?
I must give credit to Kelly for the pic, which was taken at Christmas.
There were many more she took, but this is my favourite, if for nothing other than the happiness that is evident in both of them.

Welcome Home

michaelm — Mon, 28 Dec 2009 01:15:07 +0000

Wanted to welcome the two of you home.
I’m hoping that Christmas was fabulous for the both of you and all the family.
We so enjoyed the Skype call on Christmas Eve!
Crazy though, huh?

Miss you both and praying you make it home safe.
*Moe, your plugins are up to date as is the new 2.9 version of Wordpress.
Didn’t want you working too hard when you came home.
btw- check your plugins. I uploaded a little surprise for you.
If I had admin on Oz, I would have done the same.
Malarky Monday can wait until next week!
Welcome home, folks, welcome home . . .
Later gators

A little song while you’re unpacking

Weighty matters

anonymum — Sat, 28 Nov 2009 23:42:43 +0000

After being in America for 2 weeks, Mark and I both came back carrying a few extra kilos {read more than is good for us}
The food was so damned good, and plentiful, it was bloody hard to say no.
So we just said yes!!!
What can I say??
Anyhow, Mel and Steve started this diet, which is not dissimilar to the Atkins diet, but not as rigid.
As it’s working well for them, I told Mark about the basics and he was more than agreeable, which was quite surprising actually, because he’s never been big on anything I’ve suggested before.
I’ve always struggled to get him to agree on a diet because most of them are based on eating very little and have quite rigid guidelines.
Plus he loves his bread and beer, which has always been a stumbling block.
Trying to get him to give up these things would be like finding rocking horse shit.
Impossible!
I prefer to think of this as a life style change as opposed to a diet anyway.
Diet is one of those 4 lettered words that don’t sit well with me if the truth be known.
You hear the word diet and automatically think of lettuce leaves and carrots I find.
The one I refer to is based on few carbs, little sugar, and lots of protein.
Now, with the influx of low carb, low sugar boutique beers on the market these days, beer has turned out to not be the problem it has in the past.
Taste is not compromised as is generally the way with these things, so we’ve managed to find one that follows the guidelines, and he normally has one with dinner of a night.
He’s happy with that.
We get one day off a week when we can eat or drink anything we want to, however that means nothing but protein the next day.
Meat, bacon, eggs, chicken, fish, whatever, so long as it’s protein.
Limited portions yes, but more than enough to keep us satisfied.
Even if we have a little more than we should, it doesn’t hurt because it’s protein.
A normal day consists of protein portions and snacks, plus unlimited salad and vegies.
Given you need to have 2 protein snacks a day, some days it seems like all you do is eat.
Breakfast was my biggest worry.
I just don’t do the food thing until I’ve been up for at least 2 hours, so that was quite the challenge for me.
Now that I’m used it though, it’s no chore at all, and I quite enjoy it.
The delicatessen people see me coming and draw straws to determine who is going to serve me however.
Whoever gets the short one cops me and my requests.
You see, I have all cold meat portions done at that point to save me having to do them at home!
Given I need, some weeks, 10 servings for lunches, by the time I leave, they’re ready to throw a party!
Tuna, salmon and crab meat have become firm friends, as have steak, fresh fish and chicken.
I’m amazed at the ways vegies can be mixed and matched, and zucchini, capsicum, onion, tomatoes, garlic and chili are things that go so well together, I could eat them every night.
Salads also are unlimited, and we love salad as well, so it’s all good.
We even get to have a piece of bread in the morning, or a piece of fruit, pus our protein of course.
Mark is doing well because he can still have the odd beer, knows he can have bread, plus lots of meat.
Being a butchers son, he was bought up eating lots of meat, so he’s loving it!
In fact his determination has surprised even me, and last week he cleaned out the fridge and freezer of all the “naughty” things because he is so determined.
The results thus far?
Mark approx 8 kgs {18 lbs before you head to the conversion chart}
Me, around 5.5 kgs {12lbs}
Well worth the time and effort let me say.
Hope your weekend is treating you well, and don’t be forgetting Malarky Monday tomorrow.
I have one of Youtubes latest sensations for you, and it’s a blinder!

All puffed up is what I am

anonymum — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 11:11:22 +0000

As I mentioned in an earlier post, there has been much happening in our lives, and I can assure you, most of it has been pretty shitful.
I won’t go into details, suffice to say the past 6 weeks have not been a happy time, nor has it been easy.
There have been a few times when it was close to falling apart, but as I said not too long ago, we do what we must.
Yesterday, things changed, with a dismissal.
Today it just got better, because Mark got exactly what he’s worked so hard for in the last year.
That one word {yes} will change many things for us, and for others.
The pride I feel tonight is quite extraordinary.
I wouldn’t even know where to start telling this man how proud I am of him, or how much I love him.
Sweetheart, your ethics, integrity, and the things I know you’re going to do from here on in make me smile broadly, and merely reinforce all the reasons I fell in love with you 14 years ago.
I just know how well you’re going to do this, and I look forward to seeing you bounce out of bed in the morning, ready to tackle the day that awaits with the passion I know you have.
Congratulations sweetie.
You earned this one the hard way.
Now I come to think about, I earned it too!!!
Honey, as proud as I am, know this.
You might be a big wig at work, but here at home you’re still just my husband, so you’d best be leaving the big boy boots at the front door my precious!

I love you more than you will ever know, and I’m so proud I’m almost bursting.
Enjoy.
Lord knows you’ve earned it!

Beginnings

anonymum — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 12:59:04 +0000

Finally they say!
At long last, she speaks!!
Please know I’ve started, and deleted, 15 posts before this came to being.
I shit you not my friends.
15!
There is so much my mind is trying to process still, and I’m struggling badly to instill some semblance of normality to life since we’ve been home, that I’m all over the place!
Eventually, I thought the beginning would be the best starting point.
I can hear you all now.
Well DUH Maureen!!!
So.
We got to Sydney fine {even though it cost us 160.00 in excess luggage} had dinner with Kelly {best lasagna you could ask for} and spent the night at blondie’s place, where we had a brilliant time, and I might add, a brilliant brekky.
Our long suffering husbands spent most of their time shaking their heads, and her kids will never be the same again, but we had a good time didn’t we honey??

So far so good.
Got to the airport fine {for which I thank the aforementioned blondie enormously} had a coffee, managed to check in, found duty free shopping {yes Tasha, I know how jealous you are my sweet!} traversed customs without any drama, and into the boarding lounge.
Mark did have an interesting experience with a coffee that had a badly fitting lid, and he had a white shirt on, so we should probably gloss over that do you think?
Onto the plane, which was our first pleasant surprise of the trip.
Roomy, comfortable, and wonderfully bright, cheerful on board staff.
Take off was smooth {not without butterflies, given my aversion to flying} and we were away.
After what seemed like hours I asked Mark the time, to be told it was only 30 mins after take off.
Hmmm. Who gets the idea here that it was going to be a looooooooooong flight for yours truly???
Our next surprise was the in flight food.
Talk about gourmet meals.
Damn they were good {yes Tasha, again I know just how jealous you are!}
I’m not normally big on airline food, but this was great.
Managed to get around 5 or 6 hours sleep, so that was a good thing, and I did it without drugs, of which I am enormously proud let me add.
Not one pill and not one drink.
A nicotine patch, yes, but that was it.
Fast forward to 4.30pm Friday July 17th when we touched down in LA.
Quite off putting knowing we arrived 3 1/2 hours before we left I must say.
Bizarre to say the least.
Our next surprise was immigration.
Quick, efficient and friendly. Not one of the horror stories we’d been told came to pass, for which we are eternally grateful btw!
Fingerprints done, retina scan done, passports stamped, and onto the next step, collecting our luggage.
Waiting an hour and a half for our luggage was a bit if a shit, but we were in high spirits, so there wasn’t a lot of bitching.
Well, maybe a little.
Eventually got our hands on all of our luggage, so it was onto customs.
This is the part I was dreading the most.
The horror stories we’d been peppered with before departure had me somewhat antsy, and I had extracted from Mark 1000 promises he would behave.
I can tell you after he saw the way these people are armed, there was little chance of him being anything less than straight faced.
They had more fire power in that airport than I’ve ever seen in one place.
Americans take homeland security very seriously it seems, and I guess with good reason, given history.
So, up we rock to the desk.
Customs, with a smile {indicating the didg} “Strangest looking pillow I’ve ever seen”
Me “Yeah, it’s bloody hard too!!”
Cursory glance at our declaration cards and passports.
Customs “You’re right, welcome to the United States. Enjoy your holiday”
Me {looking like a stunned mullet} “That’s it?”
Customs “Yep! Have a great time!”
Not needing to be told twice we headed off, quite buoyed by the thought we were actually IN America.
LAX isn’t really as bad as people say.
We had no trouble finding our way through to the outside world, where we promptly removed the patches, lit a smoke and made our first phone call.
First one was to Annie.
I got the impression she’d been waiting with bated breathe when she answered with “Is it you????”
After confirming it was indeed me and that we had our feet firmly planted on American soil, I then promptly had my eardrum pierced.
Well, close to it anyway.
The scream that came through the ear piece was rather loud and excited.
It’s fine hon, we have great ear, nose and throat people here in Oz.
I’m sure they can find the hearing in my right ear for me.

Our next call was to ~m’s place, where the phone was answered by Pam.
Her excitement was also evident, but fortunately she didn’t take my eardrum out.
Michael was out working but she promised to let him know we had arrived safely and on time.
Having said that, she had been checking on the net to make sure we landed ok, so the Murphy house was pretty much keeping up with where we were at.
I’ll leave it here for now, but be assured, this was not the end of the beginning.
Stay tuned for posts about the meet and greets where you will find some fascinating stuff, such as Maureen being lifted {literally} off the ground by something other than a plane, many, many tears and some quite unexpected, unsettling events.
All will be revealed in time people.
I promise.

The burnmaster has spoken

anonymum — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 12:30:38 +0000

We’re all but done.
The burnmaster has done his bit here.
He was reasonably well behaved, for which I am eternally grateful I can tell you!
**phew**
I’ve added his bit to the rest of it, as I have with all the others on it’s very own page.

Our drama is almost done! MOST exciting!

Now to decide how to finish it off. I’m in 2 minds, but the decison will be made within 24 hours at the most, so wander bck tomorrow night to see whats going to happen.

On another note, I’ve managed to catch up my comments at your blogs {at last..YAY!!} Only a couple of days later than I would have liked, but it’s done all the same.

I hope life is treating you well, and is full of sunhsine and smiles

the cheeseburger…

anonymum — Mon, 27 Nov 2006 09:51:31 +0000

Anonypop and I went out on Saturday night. We rarely venture out after dark, more because we can’t be bothered than for any other reason.
Anyhow, Zoe was having our inherited granddaughter at home for a sleep over and a footy final was on so he decides we’ll go to the local club to watch it on the big screen so he’s not having to watch around the girls. Fair call says I, so off we go.
He’s watching footy, I’m playing the pokies (not winning, but playing) Come the end of the night (closing time, 1.00am, footy has been over for hours, but beer was still being served) Poppy has had COPIOUS amounts of alcohol, I’m the designated driver. Now i shit you not, following is the conversation in the car on the way home (you need to slur a bit as you’re reading this, every time it says HE)
He: You hungry
Me: Not really
He: Let’s shtop at chew and spew (Maccas)
Me: You hungry?
He: No, i jush want to get 4 double beef and bacon burgers
Me: For someone that’s not hungry that’s a shit load of burgers darl!
He: 1 for me and 3 for Jake (Jake’s the fucking dog!!)
Me: Say what???
He: He’ll be hungry he’sh not been fed
Me:What in the name of all that’s holy makes you think Kelly wouldn’t have fed the dog?
He: She might have forgotten!
Me: You know she won’t have forgotten, why don’t you just admit you’re hungry??
He: I’m not…well, maybe a little bit
Me: Ok, we’ll stop.
(Get to chew and spew, line is out of the damned car park, the only thing open is the drive through)
He: FUCK THAT!!!
Me: Ok, home then?
He: No!! The local all nighter will be open, we’ll get him a cheeseburger there!!
Me: If you think I’m stopping at the bloody shop to get the damned dog a frozen fucking cheeseburger and going home and putting in the microwave at 1 o’clock in the morning, you’re wrong darl!!!
He: YOU’RE A BAD MOTHER!!!
Me: (trying not to run off the road) A bad MOTHER??
He: He LIKESH cheeseburgers!!!!
Me: I am NOT stopping!!
He: Fine, when I get home I’m telling him you don’t love him asmush as I do. I WANTED to shtop and YOU wouldn’t let me!!!
Me: Goodo darl (as I sail past the local shop, around the corner and into the driveway)
He gets (read almost falls) out, opens the gate, the dog arrives.
He: Your mother wouldn’t stop Jake! I wanted to, SHE wouldn’t (whilst almost on his hands and knees at the dogs level and in his most indignant, aggrieved tone, you can almost hear him down the damed block) I REALLY REALLY wanted to and SHE wouldn’t…SHE’S A BAD MOTHER!!!!
Me: (through the open window) Can you and the prodigal bloody dog move so i can get in the damned carport???
He: (moving out of the way) SHE wouldn’t shtop Jake!!! it wash HER!!! Not me!!!
(Put car in carport, lock it up, and go inside, shaking head.)
He: (still almost on hands and knees at the dogs level) It’s ok mate, I’LL give you something to eat.
With that he goes inside, and as god is my witness, COOKS and gives the damned dog crumpets with melted cheese on top!!
Did I get a cup of tea? Did I get a crumpet with cheese on top? Nope. The WHOLE time he’s cooking the dogs bloody supper he’s muttering “Bad mother she is Jake! Wouldn’t shtop and get you a cheeseburger!!” (Was STILL muttering as we got into bed)
And people wonder why I blog!!!! (at least oz won the footy i guess, so that was ONE win for the night)
(still love you sweetie) :-)

the swing…

anonymum — Sat, 11 Nov 2006 09:17:27 +0000

In our backyard we have a steel fame that was here when we moved in. Hanging on this steel frame is a piece of chain that is at what would be considered a dangerous height for Zoe. By than I mean it’s a perfect length for her to clothesline herself on!! Zoe, as is typical of a child, decided this chain was a wonderful toy, so she was playing with it one night earlier this week. Mum told her not to play with it because she could injure herself rather badly, or worse, hang herself. Zoe being Zoe, she tends to take things to heart and ended up in tears! So, Poppy being Poppy, (CANNOT bear to have the kiddies crying), did what all good Poppies do and wanted to make her stop. Did he simply cuddle her to abate the tears, did he try and comfort her with soothing words, no, he did the one thing he does best…he bribed her! Amongst the tears and sobs he said to her “If you stop crying I’ll make you a swing with chain for arms on the weekend and you can play on it as much as you want and then you won’t be able to hurt yourself!” Needless to say the tears were gone, mission accomplished! All was well with the world again.
True to his word, Saturday morning while Kel and Zoe were out having a swim, he set off to the hardware store. 45 minutes later he came home armed with 4 metres of chain and some D bolts, we had some timber for the seat. Out came the circular saw, the electric drill and the angle grinder and the project was under way. 1/2 an hour later, under the carport (so as to have all weather use, of course!) and connected to the struts, was one promised swing. Perfect height for Zoe, and strong enough to take his weight, just to make sure she couldn’t hurt herself (as promised)
The delights of being a Nanny are limitless, but to have a Poppy prepared to spend the best part of his Saturday morning running around and keeping promises to one of the grandchildren is just as good I can assure you.
Below I have added a photo of one very happy little girl. Happy because HER Poppy had made, and kept, a promise, as she knows he always will. The smile when she saw it was priceless but I think mine was wider :-)

i don’t need 10 reasons……

anonymum — Fri, 10 Nov 2006 23:04:59 +0000

Since I’ve started my blog there has been the odd suggestion from Kel that Anonypop start one also. Each time the subject is raised we’re offered various (interesting) reasons as to why he’s not going to blog, and the last response (actually it’s #2) is the best yet, so it goes straight to the top. This post is the culmination of just some of the reasons we’ve been offered.

THE TOP 10 REASONS ANONYPOP WON’T BLOG

9. Like I’d ever get chance to get to the computer between YOU 2!!!
8. I’m an electrical type person, I have the ability to ensure the data gets where it needs to go, I don’t have to create the data!
7. Zoe needs someone to talk to while you 2 are blogging..
6. you 2 dribble enough for the whole family..
5. my billy connelly sense of humor would be totally lost on the plebs/peasants…(and if they need to ask what a pleb is, chances are, they ARE one)
4. there’s no key for the bird..
3. you 2 use all the “fog blodder” around here….
2. i already blog on the “SECRET MENS NET” (YES, he actually said this!)
1. i’m not david letterman, i don’t need 10 reasons…(on being told i needed one more extra silly reason to finish the list!!!)

(What he doesn’t realise is that by continually providing “fog blodder” he is blogging….) Here’s hoping he stays that way cos I’m having a ball. I’ve even given him his own category! :-)