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Ugh! Not Cricket!! January 18, 2008

Posted by Mistress B in Birthdays, Church Stuff, Family, Finances, Friends, Funny Stuff, Hubby, Kids, Marriage, Miss Lou, Parenting, Ramblings, Relationships, The Ex, TJ.

I know I mustn’t be terribly Australian for saying this……….. but I cannot stand watching cricket on telly!! Cricket on telly is however, my hubby’s idea of a good night in. Perhaps it is uncharitable of me, but after the day I’ve had, having to indulge my spouse’s cricket fetish is NOT on my list of things to do.

Today we had planned a morning of horse-riding with friends, followed by an early birthday party/BBQ at the pool for lunch before we spent the afternoon doing a little shopping and some errands before going to church for Miss Lou to make her First Reconciliation and Eucharist then dropping her out to her grandparents house. Miss Lou needs to do the sacraments as she will be going to a Catholic boarding school and the freak is a catholic hating pentecostal so she hasn’t had the chance to do them before now.

The day started out well. Sure I overslept by half an hour, but I still managed to get out the front door on time, smelling nice, looking put together and with nearly everything I needed for the day’s outings (including jackets). We picked up everyone on time and met up with the friends we were going horse-riding with on time and got out to the farm we were going riding at on time……… and the day just went downhill from there. I think Murphy was hitchhiking in my car cos boy was it a fucked up day.

While riding around on the back of a ute helping bring the horses down to the house yard to be saddled up, TJ decided that his glasses were too loose and took them off, putting them in his shirt pocket. We have no idea which paddock he may have been in when he dropped them, we looked for an hour, but stuffed if we could find the bastard things and he can’t freakin well see properly without them! He couldn’t enjoy his ride after that because his blurry vision from the back of the horse was freaking him out, poor kid.

So we headed back into town, late, to try to meet up with some other friends and family we’d invited to our lunch pool party. It decided to rain on us though cooling down further what was already a cool-ish day. We ended up vetoing the swimming, instead opting for a sausage sizzle at a park from which we could bolt if the heavens decided to really open up. While I was getting our meat from the car, one of the other older kids turned on the BBQ plate to heat up. TJ didn’t realise it was on and put his hand on it. Yes. Oh shit!!

So I’m making this huge puddle in the middle of the park with the tap running sticking his hand under it while trying to find someone with a mobile phone with credit on it so I can get hold of my mother to come look after my other children. After 20 minutes it’s still stinging him like buggery and beginning to blister so I pack him into the car and take him to the doctors surgery (after giving him a panadol and a sausage sandwich – can’t go to the doctors hungry!).

Now you need to know we are in a small town, so we don’t have doctors at our hospital. The local doctors all do rotations on call and check on their patients at the hospital, but are not based in the hospital, so quite often if you go to casualty for something reasonably minor on a weekday, they will send you down to the doctor’s surgery. I thought I’d cut out the middle man and went straight to the surgery. We walk in, explain the situation and the receptionist says “Oh, they’re all out to lunch and won’t be back till after two, so we really can’t help you.” I’m thinking…….. “that’s it? You aren’t even sorry you can’t help me? You can’t offer to help me make him comfortable while we wait then fit him in first thing when they all get back you fucking cow cos-can’t-you-see-my-son-is-in-pain?”. But I didn’t say any of that, I simply said “Of course bloody not” as I walked back out the door and drove him to casualty.

At casualty the nurse had a basin of water out for TJ to sit his hand in before I’d even finished explaining to the security guard why we were there. Of course, they had to track the doctor down from her lunch and we had to wait for her to come to the hospital, so it took us a few hours to get out of there, but at least they made him comfortable during the wait and checked on him regularly. (His burn isn’t too bad, but needed to be dressed properly because of the blistering and risk of infection. We have to go get it checked again and redressed on Monday.)

When we get out of the hospital it’s raining (not just spitting and drizzling). It’s also hubby’s knock off time, so we go pick him up thinking he might take the news of the missing $312 glasses better if he’s not cold and wet. Needless to say he was none too pleased despite his respite from the cold and wet. Meantime I know that there are people trying to track me down about confirming the arrangements for church that night, and I don’t have time to try to track them down in return.

So finally I make it back to my mother’s to pick up the other children that I abandoned left in her care to take TJ to get medical attention. We finally have the birthday cake that Miss Lou has been looking forward to for the past two weeks then have to rush off to finish up some last minute errands before the close of business hours……… but wait…….. there’s more. As we are leaving my mother’s house the car won’t start. I have power, I have clicking sounds that indicate the power is getting to the starter motor, but no actual engine turning over. Shit!! And this car is tricky for sticking a screwdriver into the starter motor without giving yourself a buzz! I finally got it to turn (after punching the steering wheel which Miss Lou thinks fixed the problem lol) and then was hardly game to turn the engine off when we got down the street. But I persevered and it didn’t play up again.
Finally, we got everything done without further incident, dropped Miss Lou out to her grandparent’s farm and went back home expecting my loving husband to provide me with comfort and sympathy and hoping like hell that he’d started tea. He was planted firmly on the lounge watching the damn cricket and not interested at all in my grumbling. Sigh……………… So I think I can be forgiven tonight of all nights for not wanting to know about the bloody cricket!!

Note: In positive news, I managed to rearrange some bill payments to free up (hopefully) enough money to replace the glasses before the start of school, TJ finished the last chapter in his book tonight, Miss Moo helped to cook tea cos she loves her mummy and I found some woodstocks in the fridge just waiting to be drank! lol



1. Anja - January 19, 2008

Cricket! Oh my freakin’ stars, don’t get me started about cricket. Not only is it a test match (or as we in the trade call it… televised anaesthesia) it’s being played in Perth — the state that is beyond the Equator behind the rest of Australia.

Hehe… everyone assumes that because “the bunny” was born in Sri Lanka, he must be head over heels silly about cricket. His reply is, “If I want to watch a whole heap of guys rub their willies with a red ball, or jump all over each other, sticking their tongues down each other’s throats, I will watch me some porn. It gets to the point quicker”

2. anonymum - January 19, 2008

whilst i sympathise with your rather fucked up day, i have to say my idea of relaxation would have been to sit down and watch the cricket with scotch and coke in hand…having said that i can see why you wouldn’t want to…hope today is much kinder to you

3. Nikki - January 19, 2008

**Reads Anja’s post** Goes into dream sequence ……

Hope today is better for you. and yeah, watching cricket ain’t my idea of fun either.

4. ratinacage - January 19, 2008

Good grief, I can’t believe I’ve done it, but I went and done it. (deliberate slaughter of the English language)

Yes, dearest… I’ve created a blog.

5. tiggymooshoo - January 19, 2008

Ugh! Murphy must have stopped by your house before his visit here.

I understand fully. Even thinking about the cricket *yawn* makes me *yawn* feel bored and *yawn* tired…zzzzzzz
hugs, it’ll be footy season before we know it…YUCK!

6. magneto bold too - January 19, 2008

Looks like that bastard Murphy is doing the rounds….

Big smootches and hugs for a truly shit and toothpaste day.

7. boneblower - January 19, 2008

Well now, “that’s just not cricket”!! (Quote from the Thunderbirds movie by Lady Penelope – I know, I know, really sad!!)

That sure as hell sounds like one shitful day! Hugs to you, turn the bloody ‘sport’ off and go and console yourself with wine and chocolate while soaking in the tub xox

8. Bettina - January 20, 2008

so where is this blog addy then dear Anja?

Murphy is a bastard……. I quite liked some of the disposasl ideas that have been doing the rounds lol

9. Anja - January 20, 2008

I’m still working on the courage to show it. As you know I’m a luddite, and all those itsy bits and pieces confuse the f*** out of me. I’m still deciding whether it stays or not, but it does look kinda pretty. Meh, I don’t know whether I can do it or not. Typical moi.

10. Bettina - January 20, 2008

I’m sure you can, and I think you’ll find that you will find your groove once you get going. I wasn’t sure what I was doing or going to do for the first couple of weeks and then it just took a life of it’s own. lol

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