My birth certificate got lost somewhere in the house a year or so ago and after many unsuccessful attempts to find it, I'd decided today was going to be the day I'd apply for a new one. Checked the Justice services joint in Broady was open and off I went on the bus and train. Sign on the door apologising for inconvenience but they are no longer processing BD&M requests, scan the QR code for a list of other locations and go there. Ok, so I did and Reservoir was the closest, so off I went on the bus and train. Get to Reservoir and the same sign is on their front door!
Ended up getting photocopied notarised documents and submitted online, which I didn't want to do because I hate sending personal ID documents online, would much rather do in person. I just don't feel safe. The website is an utter shitshow, wouldn't accept my postal address, I've seen window cleaning junkies work more effectively.
So I got home and baked brownies with the kids, and they are fudgy and delicious (the brownies not the kids)
Sorry to hear about the trouble you experienced today.
It must have been frustrating as hell to deal with.
Those brownies look so nice. I could really use a batch of them warm right now after the shitty day I’ve had and fall into a blissful food coma.
Hello carbos, my old friend,
I've come to gnaw on you again,
Nighttime I dream I'm consuming
Noodles, pasta, rice I'm wanting
But eventually you'll turn to sugar from grain
And cause me pain
From diabetes
and through the salted water I saw
A hundred noodles maybe more
Softly bubbling without leaking
They float around and they're not sticking
I've already had about half a cup of rice but I'm about to chow down on some chips... definitely craving the carbs tonight as well.
Yummy chippies.
As ambitious as it was I wasn’t able to eat the whole lot so I have dinner for tomorrow as well.
the sun has set and my room is dark
i should get off the bed and the phone
and clean my room
as mother instructed
Yipes - got a phone call on my break between clients - major shit has gone down at work.
Better not say too much even semi-anonymously, but it's time-to-join-the-union-and-get-representation shit.
I see many phone calls in my future...
I'm gonna recreate The Slab from KFC for dinner tomorrow night for me and the kid. Soft rolls, bbq sauce, cheese sauce, popcorn chicken. Easy.
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The Slab is an affront to god (that I would have tried by now if I wasn't certain it would inflict on myself severe gastrointestinal distress).
This week has been the 7am start work week with lots of uni stuff due. Tired but wired. Sleep deprived but slowly sleeping earlier! Submitted stuff a little late but getting through it. Next week will be better
I am patient when it comes to technology, I am well trained, I read instructions very carefully
pisses me off no end when i am gaslighted telling me I don't know what I am doing , godamm fucking air cleaner has the wrong filters and I can't fix it without the right parts, just like I said 2 years ago
thank you for listening to my rant
Okay I've definitely had way too much caffiene and too much work time because my eyes feel very googly and I got that wired/tired thing going on. Someone make me dinner and take out the rubbish and put away the clothes and pack my bags for me please...
...wait, that someone has to be me? Bummer. 😮💨 Gotta remind myself of my trip, true rest and recuperation is around the corner...
e: somehow made it to the finish line, plus the dishes and a shower. I can't wait to just do nothing
I got so many things on my to do list done today 🙂 , just niggling things
I have every cupboard sorted now and unwanted stuff put aside, most has already been taken to op shop or distributed to neighbours
As a list queen I can relate. It’s so nice getting things crossed off and some decluttering done
Today's the day I've ramped it up to nasal spray + tablets. And I'm still a bit concerned I could be coming down with something.
I have spilt coffee on myself twice today, which is twice too many. First I was walking along a footpath/bikepath and stepped on my partners heel accidentally, and he stopped to fix it and I just walked into the back of him and spilt coffee down my front. Glad I had a raincoat on lol.
Second was just now, and just out of pure unco-ness I just slopped some of my coffee onto my oodie.
Put a fork in me, I'm done 🤦♀️🤦♀️🤦♀️
Aussie WT20 Vs NZ on tv at the moment.
5/119 NZ at the moment, 17 overs.
I missed the start but at least I get to see the Aussie bat. Hope we get them!
Big day in the garden today. Managed to piss off a fair few bull ants pulling weeds out. Been bitten a couple of times before and what I learned was when that formic acid smell hits, take a break to let them chill.
That brings us to the rave once again, from Fred again. Ants are saying everybody... leavemealone
Can’t believe the bear on a bike at Barkly Square was stolen?
The thieves used a crane!!! Seems very organised. You don't just steal a very heavy very famous sculpture to put in your own front yard.
Professional scrap metal thieves, like the ones that steal the copper cables from railway crossings to sell.
There has to be somewhere they take it to cut it into smaller anonymous pieces.
Some crooked metalworking place
Lots of these - with big machines to chop metal things up into smaller bits. Until recently there was one in Weston St in Brunswick - just near Barkly Square and next door to the Comanchero Bikie Gang headquarters. Not a coincidence I think.
My father kept us imprisoned in the house. He would take me to and from school, and my mother to and from work.
Sometimes I would be allowed to go with him to do the weekly food shopping. That was it. The rest of the time, we were props from him to unleash his insanity onto.
As I grew older, my mother convinced him to let her take me to the doctor with her, by ourselves. She would then tell me to go visit with friends, then we would meet back up and go home together, with him none the wiser.
Sometimes my mother is in my dreams and for a split second when I wake up I have forgotten she has passed away.
What a life it has been.
Both my parents were the prison wardens of my life; without hijacking your post I'll just say I grew up in a very uncharacteristic way for someone born early 70s. All those memes where they say they rode bikes all day with their friends and had to come home before the street lights came on and mucked about building cubbies etc., I cannot at all relate to. It's hard when you can be long out of an abusive situation and it still just randomly pops up for no reason, like you're out of it but never really free. It took a shamefully long time into my adulthood to realise that I am an adult, and have to employ my own initiative in life. I'm glad you're out of that situation, and I hope the random "pop up" trauma doesn't trouble you too much 🙏🏼
I'm glad you made it out and are here now.
Stories like this one, make me tear up knowing there are families out there living in forced nightmares.
Wouldn't hesitate to sue if I can. All proceeds from the suit for a parenting licensing scheme, with an in-person exam that's on par with or harder than a Masters degree university course.
Bro. thats.... thats so shit. I'm glad you are free now. Cant physically hug ya so go stand in front of a mirror give yourself a big hug and pretend for me, ok?