In every day there are signs…

Before  I get down and dirty with this post firstly…  I cooked dinner! woo! yay!! however…. The chicken enchaladas.. the um.. chicken… not so cooked…. HOWEVER.. its fully ok coz  i googled what happens and all that happens is mostly  the salmonella that could be in chicken  will most likely  pass through the body fine IF and ONLY IF  there was salmonella  in it then me and scott will just  get a bit of diarhrea… AND THE DAY OFF WORK WOO! … but we’re not hoping for that..  Just incase we are drinkin some alcohol  to  counteract the salmonella..

The Queen has learned an important lesson: Check to see  if chicken is cooked. because cheese has melted and the kitchen smells good does NOT mean chicken is infact cooked even though you cooked it for 40mins when the reccomended time is 20mins….

And now for todays post..

So this post is goin to make one of my friends go “ohhh so THATS why you were acting like a WEIRDO” and its goin to make my other friend go “OMG NO QUEEN NO … JUST NO.”

so here we go…

Now i am not friends with one of my ex’s.. you may know this already.. we were fine i just got up one day brought a new fone and changed my number sad huh? oh well move on.  So now here it comes.. For a while now i’ve wanted to see him and be friends again.  I’ve been having many dreams about him… NOT dirty.. ok.. one…. alright fine  FIVE dirty ones. The rest have been serious dreams.  Now i tend to take most of my dreams seriously.. except the one i had about shan the other night that was just weird.   So  dream is sign 1

The other day i got an email… a myspace messaage from someone  with the same name as my ex and i was all excited and like “wow! maybe hes decided to get a computer and GET THE INTERNET”   but no it turned out it was some 33 year old guy from wellington that wanted to be my friend. sadly i declined.  So this is sign 2.

now sign three… My mate jemma and  her gorgeous son joe came over for  an afternoon and dinner with myself and scott  so we FINALLY decided what to have and we needed a  trip to the supermarket to get our dinner. so we pile in the car and drive down  to the supermarket when this truck catches my eye.. and im  thinking to myself “no… it cant be,,,” so i keep looking.. scott looks at me like im a TOTAL loony… jemma  says shes scared and i assure everyone that i am fine. BUT IT WAS HIM. HE WAS DRIVING BEHIND US.  for a while….  so sign three..

so  that is three signs.. now  do you guys  remember that song from ace of base? you know the one “i saw the sign… blah blah blah blah” if not go download it and sing it! siiiiiiiiiiiiing it…..

that is 3 signs.. Wars have been started on less than that. I want to  make a move to be friends with him. NOT YET….  i want to get some of my life sorted first so i can be like “HA! told you i’d change” … but still the signs are there the universe wants me to. 

Now onto another topic..

You know how i posted for a man the other day?  Welll i was just chatting to  one of my guy mates on msn  and i thought “hmm… i wonder what he’d say if i said this?” so i asked him if  we got married if he’d let me wear a black wedding dress and a tiara and walk down the aisle to die with me. and he said yes…. weirdo lol  and he likes 55% of my music.. which is far more compared to my other friends …except one but we’re not talkin about him.    so hmm… 

well i think thats all.. if you dont from hear from me or scott we’re prolly sitting on the loo.. dont worry we have two loos. otherwise that would be gross.

well have a good weekend… tell me what you think. i like to hear your thorts

love n hugs

tootle pip

meeeeeeeeeeeee

Meet my Cat… Bird Killer.

 

See my cat?  His name is  Simba He is nearly 1 year old his interests include stealing all the other cats food and sleeping all day and he is also a professional   bird  killer. Your probably thinking ” what the hell? cats are supposed to catch birds and kill them DONT BE A PANSY!” well im not being a pansy  my cat wont kill birds until hes played with them for a good hour  or two. … let me explain…

Last night i was sitting watching tv avoiding this whole packing thing just sititng and watching talking to ppl on the internet going  about my business when i hear this squaking so i mute the tv and dont hear it. i turn the tv back on and hear it again so i assume its on tv. next thing theres this huuuuuuuuge squak  this time i know its not on tv so i get the torch and go outside to investigate. 

There standing on a bird is my cat simba. hes looking all proud of himself using his 7  CLAWS to stand on this baby bird then he picks it up and runs away from me and runs straight under the car.  I’m yelling at him to kill it and hes just making it squak more.  Suddenly it all goes quiet… like the end of the world is near.. and im like “yay he does have a heart” then theres this almighty squak and im like “noooooo simba fucken kill the bird you meanie!”   

I decide pretty quickly no matter what i say hes not going to kill it so i go back inside and block the cat door with smelly boots and a box of cat biscuits then shut the bathroom door and then shut the door from the lounge out to the laundry and bathroom.   Your wondering why i didnt just flick the switch over on the cat door…. Yeah its broken….

So the cat stays out for a good two hours playing with this bird and all i can do is turn the tv up then eventually go to bed. this morning  Simba the cat killer is sleeping inside a plastic bag at my feet. awww… you wouldnt think a cat this cute could be so evil and twisted.

and no it is not his upbringing…

well im off to go do the dishes.

then maybe pack some boxes.

love n hugs

tootle pip

meeeeee