One + 1 = Thr3e

I recently did a quiz on here, which was to see whether or not I was an alcoholic. Now I don’t think I am. Mainly for the fact that I don’t feel the need to crack open a can in the morning. Some may see that my need to drink sometimes can be a tad on the alcoholic side, seeing that in the past couple of months, if something has happened, than I’ve turned to the friends, hit the clubs and down the drinks. I think that sometimes it’s what some people do to deal with issues, so its not really an alcoholic trait.

I recently also got asked on by one of my friends whether or not all of my pictures have some sort of alcoholic drink in them. The only reason why it may look like this is because Jo usually becomes a photo whore when we go out. And when we go out, we usually drink.

Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t need to drink when I go out to have a good time. I’ve gone out plenty of times and not drunk and had a ball. I think that after a couple of drinks, I lose a couple of inhibitions and may be a little bit more fun.

But I think thats the same with everyone really.

I’ve had my first loss of someone in what I would call me immediate family. My childhood pet, my tabby cat, was hit by a car and had to be put down today.

Seeing that I don’t live at home anymore, it wasn’t until I went to go baby-sit my little brother and sister that I found out. No one was home, so I waited to get home, and when they got home, mum had red eyes and it was quite clear that she had been crying. In her hands was a pink blanket that had been folded over a couple of times. I had no idea what was going on, and asked mum what had happening.

All she had to say was Tabby, and I knew exactly what had happened. Apparently she had been hit by a car, and she had gone under the house because she was sore, and when cats get hurt badly, they tend to want to be alone. Mum found her this morning, and all she was doing was crying. They had no other choice to put her down.

When mum first said it, it didn’t really sink in. I’ve been extremely lucky when it comes to deaths in my family, I only really remember one, and that was my nan. It was the first funeral I ever had to attend for a family member, and I never wanted to do it again.

Tabby was my favourite cat. I grew up with her. When I used to live at home, Tabby would sleep in my bed, either at my feet, or she would sometimes manage to sneak under the blankets and sleep right next to me. She was affectionate and would always come to you and brush against your leg, or just fall to sleep in her lap.

She was old and she had been through so much. She had lived a long life, and deserved to die a more dignified death. To be hit by a car is just tragic, we always thought that she was going to die of old age. I always thought she was going to be around. Whenever I would visit the family, I would always see Tabby. Whenever I would stay at the house, Tabby would always sleep with me. She was just a part of this house, and she always will be.

I will always miss you Tabby.

One of my latest facebook addictions has been an application called ‘No Mercy’. Where basically you get asked a questions, and given two friends, one of which you have to pick that fits the question most, and the best thing about it is that it is all anonymous! The other good thing about it is that it is pretty harsh and bitchy questions. For example, who would you push off a cliff, and who do you hate more? Now the title of the post should make a little more sense.

Apparently, amongst my friends, I need more sex. What’s even better, in the whole facebook community, I’m ranked at 8^th for most votes on needing more sex. Now seeing that for more clueless I’m ranked 207,349^th, I'm pretty high up there. As you can imagine, I’m not that excited about it. I knew already that that was the case, but now I have my friend’s opinions to back it up as well and all of Facebook know about it now.

I've always wanted to be able to just go out and pick up, and have wondered what it would be like. Never have I put it into practice though*. I'm still proud of the fact that I've never taken a random home, or gone home with one.

But it's not only facebook which highlights the fact that I need more sex. At my place of work, I regularly have school kids come in and buying packets of condoms. Yes, I just said packets, yesterday I had a year 10 kid come in and he bought two packets. I'm hoping that they are only buying them to blow up and mess around with, not actually use them to mess around!

So its nice to know, that everywhere around me, there are signs that I need more sex!

*Read about someone who has, here.

I was sick of being pale and white. I was sick of looking like a ghost in some of the photos that were taken of me and my friends. So I decided to do something about it.

First it started off with some fake tan. I think this was one of the biggest mistakes that I could have made. Instead of turning a lovely tanned colour, I went a slightly orange colour. Which was mainly highlighted by the extra orange bits between my fingers and on my ankles. Lets just say after that experience, I was staying away from fake tan for a very long time.

Next came the solarium, which I had been saying I would go to for a long time, but never really got around to doing it. Finally the wife took me with her, and from that day on I was hooked. My goal was to be brown before my birthday, so I went quite regularly and was actually surprised at how tanned I was starting to look.

Because I was so white, at the start, they weren't sure how many minutes I should be going in for at a time, so I started going for only 4 minutes, just to see if I burnt or had a reaction or something like that. Needless to say, I didn't have one, and I started going in for longer sessions. Now I go in for like 10 minutes at a time.

Due to my previous experiences with fake tan, see above, I held off from using any sort of bronzer or tingle cream while using the solarium. Then one day, one of the girls asked why I was just using the normal one, and she managed to convince me to try one with a bronzer in it. Thankfully there was no orange marks on me, so I continue to use it.

I haven't been in a couple of weeks, and I think thats why I've become a bit stressed lately. Going to the solarium makes me feel all relaxed, because it forces me to chill out for at least the 10 minutes. So when I go, its not really just for the tan, but also my own mental wellbeing*.

Because I haven't been in a couple of weeks, I've lost my tan line. I was pretty devastated when I saw that. So I'm going back tomorrow morning. Below is some pictures of me before and after. Obviously the ones on the left are pre-solarium, and the ones on the right are after.

*As you can tell, I've tried to justify my solarium addiction, even though it probably isn't true!

Softball is something thats in my blood. All my family play, and I can remember playing it ever since I can remember anything! This year I decided to take the year off from playing and I'm just coaching the women's team. Yesterday was going to be the first game that I had watched the men play this season, without actually playing myself.

The game started and a couple of minutes in, I noticed that an A Grade Men's game didn't have a line umpire. Now I haven't umpired for ages, and I knew the umpire doing the game, so I figured that I would go help them out. Not because I'm a nice caring person, but because I couldn't stand to watch them play, if I wasn't on the field. I knew that if I watched, I would wanna play, and I didn't want to test my already failing self control. So I then picked up a clicker and went and umpired the men's game.

I must admit though, that I did catch a couple of glimpses of the game while I was line umpiring, but tried very hard to ignore it. Well I'm about five weeks in, so lets hope I can last the next 15 or so. Whenever I am near softball, this evil competitive gene comes out, so I just gotta try and keep that for the women's game and hopefully it will go away for the mens.

As for the women's team, we are traveling along quite smoothly. Ok, so I might stop being modest for a second... We are DOMINATING! So far we haven't dropped a game yet, and as of last week, so not including yesterday's win, 10-5, we are on drop of the ladder with 1000%. With a whooping 40 points for and 4 points against. But its still early in on the season, we've still got a long way to go until we go for the flag!

I'll keep you all updated on the progress of my self control, and women's winning spree.

I got slightly embarrassed yesterday. While serving a customer, when I gave her her change, she said to me that I have a good smile, and that it was good to see people smiling for a chance. Needless to say, I went slightly red, sheepishly said thank you, and became over self conscious of my smile from that second on.

I didn't know what to make of it. Was she trying to say I had something in my teeth in a polite bitchy kind of way? Was she trying to say that maybe I'm smiling too much and look retarded? Or maybe she was actually being sincere and did mean it. Seeing that I didn't chase the woman down and ask her why she said it, I'll never know what she meant by it.

I kinda think that she was referring to the over-smiling. Working in retail, I pretty much have a smile on my face all day. That way when you greet people they feel happier, and when you smile it creates a more happier environment.

But now I'm paranoid that I'm smiling too much! Is it possible for someone to smile too much?

I went and saw Saw IV the other day. Thankfully I didn't almost vomit like I did in the third one. My mind is still being made up as to what I thought of it. I think I need to go see it again, as there was got a lot to take in in this one.

Something that I've always liked about the Saw movies is that there is minimal characters and a smart twist at the end of the movie, that leaves you sitting in shock. With this movie, you still left the movie in shock, but I found that they had a few too many characters, or characters that were very similar, because I remember spending half the time going, hang on who was that guy. And just like with all the others, they reference the previous movies, so now I want to go back and watch them again, to see anything that I've missed.

The gore level in this one, isn't as extreme as the previous one. This one focuses more on Jigsaw. I've made the next bit white, as it is a spoiler for Saw III, so if you haven't seen it, don't highlight this bit. The movie starts where the third one ended, with the death of Jigsaw. Just when you think that because he and his apprentice Amanda are dead, that no more traps would happen, think again!

Overall, I thought the movie was pretty good, and if they make another one, than I'll be seeing that, but I think before I go see the next one, I'm gonna have to watch the previous ones a couple more times. Even if it means having to have a vomit bag next to me when I watch the third one again.