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Michael Jackson is dead

I'm not a fan of twitter. It annoys me. I'm not a fan of reading 'tweets' posted on other mediums either. It's nice you are being concise, but I don't care that you're "drinking a glass of chardy in the sun". Yes, it may be "the life", but I don't care. If it's not important enough to form a paragraph about, then I most likely don't want to hear it.

I am a fan of this though. I'm sad the site is shut, I would have requested this:

twitter on paper

my feet are numb.

That's all.

Some guy just totally hit my car on the way to work. I never drive to work either, but Big Boss is away and I went to the gym at 5.30am this morning and was feeling a bit tired so thought 'what the hell'. I guess this is God's way of telling me not to drive. But wait, I don't believe in god...

I was at the lights and a courier van was in front of me, this bus was trying to turn into the opposite lane, and the courier was too far forward and reversed back into me. I was so shaken! I got out of the car and thankfully the only thing that was damaged was the number plate. But the guy started giving me major attitude. He was really reluctant to give me his number or name. So I wrote down his license plate number and his company phone number. That's when he decided to tell me that the mobile number he had given me was wrong - bastard.

He kept saying, 'just go to the RTA and get a new number plate, there is nothing wrong'. Um, yes there is, YOU HIT MY CAR, and you are being a jerk about it.

I'm about to call his company now and tell them about it. I think it'll only cost around $50 to fix (as there was a bit of damage) but still, its the principle right?!

so fricken busy... work has now fully taken over my email/web surfing time...

think head might explode from too much stuff going on inside it...

BOOM!

It just did I think.

Dear Winter,

I'm pretending you're not on your way, by dressing like its 10 degrees warmer - sometimes denial can be a beautiful place.

Like when I decided, right after Coldplay released the album with Yellow on it, that they had gotten too big for their boots so I'd show them, and not buy their album. Obviously, not having my $22 affected their career trajectory greatly. Or when I decided War of the Worlds was so over-rated that I was going to withhold my $18 for a movie ticket.

You see, I like to control my environment. And I'm not ready for you, so I'll wear a t-shirt with a light cardigan to work if I damn well feel like it, and I'll be the only person on the train without a jacket.

And yes, I am not the warmest, but that is not the point.

love,

Tik

Yay

Just got my $900 to stimulate the economy. Nice surprise on a Monday

Boo

Put it straight on my credit card. Am now closer to being debt free and my plan for saving zillions to pay for studying next year is getting closer... So kind of 'yay'. But pretty much 'boo' as no new clothes/fun things.

And I think that my very short-lived affair with running may be going the way of the dinosaur. After last week's effort where I ran three nights in a row, my knees are killing me. I think they're actually getting worse, not better...

I only managed 2.5 km last night as my knees felt like they had cut glass between the joints. I was so annoyed because I was really enjoying the run too, but then I did another 35 mins on the cross trainer so that made up for it.

It's not rocket science, but still amazes me that now I'm not drinking so much, or smoking at all, I can push myself so hard at the gym. Love it. Take that stinky cancer sticks!

But yeah, seems like my dream of running a 1/2 marathon may stay just that, a dream... Am going to start taking gylcosamine tablets again, and doing more squats to condition my knees, and see how it all goes. Until then, its back on the boring cross trainer for me!

This morning, while I was stumbling down the road on the way to work - I stumble now not walk, due to the running - I turned the corner to walk past the church steps and was dive bombed by a little finch.

Finches are my least favourite birds, apart from those big scary looking ones that hang out at parks and look like they'd take your eye out if you had a crumb on bread in your hand you weren't willing to give up. And emu's, I hate Emu's more than anything. They don't like me either, just ask Workaholic Hostess.

Anyway, I don't like Finches, and I hadn't had a cup of coffee, so I was in no mood to be dive bombed. Then I heard 'chirp, chirp' and looked down and saw a tiny little, baby finch on the ground all shaking and heart beating out of his chest.

Now I know you're not supposed to pick them up or their parents won't accept them back into the nest, but this little bird had a particularly aggressive extended family going on so there was no chance of an intervention anyway. There were about 4 different adult finches flying around, hysterical and dive bombing everyone. Then the mum flies up and starts feeding the baby, who momentarily is OK while she is there but then flips out again when she takes off.

I'm looking around for the nest, and at the same time warning pedestrian's they're about to be dive bombed, and setting up a perimeter (I can make anything dramatic, especially a rescue). I tried to get one girl to help me, but she was having none of it. She stood there for a second and then, looking a bit guilty she said, "I'm going to leave it in your capable hands". Poor thing, she'd been dive bombed twice.

I didn't know what to do, so after another 10 minutes or so, I decided that with all the protection - 4 adult finches, there was no way I'd be able to pick the baby up without a reinactment of a Hitchcock scene taking place. My theory was, by the time the adults had tired themselves out, some kind soul would help the baby without being attacked. That, or a cat would eat it. But I was hoping the former...

So conflicted, and with a heavy heart, I stumbled on down the street and was dive bombed twice more for my efforts. Then of course, I had missed my train..

But it made me think about the bond families have, especially mothers to children. They would literally do anything for us. And when faced with one of their kids in danger, they'll go to extraordinary lengths to protect us.

And as teenagers we have most likely told them at one point or another that we hate them. Go figure.

So here is my latest running/gym update, because thesneakybandit wants to know, and because I know you all care ;-)

After doing 6km on Monday night I came home and collapsed on the sofa. Tuesday I did 4km, but at 10 speed on the treadmill, I also worked out my upper body and did all these sit ups - go me. Last night I was all prepared to run 5km on 10 speed but my body was having none of it. I did a good warm up and stretch but after 2km my legs were hurting so much - especially my ankles/knees - that I had to stop at 2.5kms. It was so frustrating as I had all this energy left that I just had to get rid of.

So I jumped on the cross trainer and did 35 mins on the highest resistance I could take. I swear I have never sweated so much in my life, but I was on fire. I couldn't go fast/hard enough. It was awesome. I got all these admiring stares from the tough guys that work out there too. Not admiring like "oh, she's hot" stares, but "yeah, girl can work, shes not here to mess around!" I was pretty proud.

I got home and made some dinner then couldn't move from the sofa. I really wanted to, but I physically couldn't get up. I finally, (after an hour of wanting to get up, but no energy) made it to the shower and then bed, but as I lay sprawled out like a flattened bug run over on the highway I realised that I may have over done it this week.

Woke up this morning in quite a bit of pain - but a good kind of pain, the kind where muscles you didn't know existed are telling you they hurt, and am now a little annoyed I've made plans to go out tonight... I want to go to the gym!