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got a telephone call late last night from my sister to ‘remind’ me about mums birthday today. let's just say, it didn't end well after i wouldn't tell her what present i'd gotten for her. i‘ve never heard a grown woman swear so much. the kids were probably in bed, so she must have felt free to abuse me.
anyways, i popped into see mum, delivered her present, wished her happy birthday and went and had lunch with the worst waiters in christendom. i was the only customer (for a meal) and yet they weren’t interested in a) taking my order b) giving me eating utensils when the meal arrived c) making condiments available d) asking me if i was enjoying the meal e) asking if i needed dessert or anything else.
never mind, the food itself was slightly better eating than the service so that made up for it.

i‘ve decided to make a luxury picnic set for myself for my birthday. i discovered i have already got a lot of the items i would need still unused in storage, including knives, boards, containers, glassware and other utensils. just need a small cutlery set and crockery. then i shall make a suitable carrying thingy. maybe out of some nice mahogany i know dad has lying about at the farm [ 43º 32’ 6.74“ S - 171º 56' 45.69” E ], or marcrocarpa. or maybe from something else. whatever i choose, i want it to look unusal.

argggghhhhh!!!! i hate it when code goes bad!!!

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anyone have any ideas where i've gone wrong?

my greatest personal wish for me is a simple one. to be able to sleep untroubled and timely. to not lay there for hours thinking and wondering.

the simplest things are often the hardest to get.

so i caught up, and exceeded what i needed to do for the web site, but, as usual, discovered that i needed info for a couple of small things from the client, so i rang her and got things sorted. and then the bombshell. the other boss wanted to change the initial home page from the static page i'd programmed to a one of the other pages. it may not sound much to the casual observer, but the way i'd written the code, all the php and database tables was now completely wrong.
i said i wish that decision had of been made three weeks ago.
anyway, after i stopped renting my hair and garments, i had a brainwave and worked out a solution that she was happy with that only took four extra hours instead of the four extra days i knew a complete re-write would have taken.

some things that i pride myself on are, for web sites anyway, my viewer centric focus, not client centric; good navigation and outside the box problem solving. i really should double my prices.

after this week when i should be completely finished with this site, i'm going to finish the re-design of my rugby teams site which i rushed for the start of the season, then completely redo and re-launch my own design and hosting site. unless a paying client comes along first.

having lunch with mum in town tomorrow. i‘ll ask her of course about her plans for her birthday, but i wont think she’ll have anything out of her usual nothing planned for herself.

flat inspection tomorrow, so i did a wee tidy up in the office and discovered i need a bigger office. more bookshelves, even though i bought two new bookshelves yesterday, and better lighting for the sewing machine.

simon is getting very very pissed off at the dog. she's back to her digging again and he even said he might have to start taking her to work with him, which isn't really allowed. he's been a bit down the last couple of days. mainly because he caught my cold/flu thing and also because his tattoo hurts like fu*k and it's taking all his spare cash to pay for it.
so i made a totally gorgeous chicken soup for us both tonight which he loved, but he wasn't up to eating anything else, so i had a nice steak etc on my own while he had a hot bath and went to bed.



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my body is sooooo fu*king sore. not from rugby, but from the drinking, running, jumping, hanging upside down and generally making a fool of myself on saturday night. i can hardly imagine how i would be feeling if we'd won the final.

if you want details, just ask.

monday i need to make a concerted effort to catch up on the work i missed while i was ill in bed. so i‘ll be a busy wee beaver for two or three days doing that. the difference between the old site and the new is so marked that even i don’t recognise it. plus, the client who loved the first rather bland and boring, yet simple and functional design of the old site absolutely adores the new one. so yay me.

still no word from anyone in the family about mums birthday plans. i suspect, if a call come through at all, it‘ll be on friday afternoon telling me to be at the farm [ 43º 32’ 6.74“ S - 171º 56' 45.69” E ] for lunch on sunday. well, that's not going to work as i have already made luncheon plans for that day. i guess the black sheep of the family will continue as usual.

oh, and some bitch who i‘ve never laid eyes on before yelled at me to not touch her man at the rugby clubrooms. 140kg men at 1.6m tall don’t interest me at all. the fact that i was simply standing next to them and not touching anything except the wall to hold me up and a glass swilling with beer gave me a bit of a shock quite frankly.
he obviously has issues unvoiced to me but whispered nightly into her ears. their drama, they can act in it.
but it did make me sad.

now i'm at the hurting aching muscles stage. but at least i'm not all blocked up like i was during the night.

got mums birthday present sorted. still waiting for the call from sister about what everyone's doing for it. i wont hold my breath.

right, sleepy time now.

i'm feeling like he looks.
yesterday i went to the chemist to get something for my burning throat and she gave me a foul tasting gargle. that seemed to help untill i awoke this morning with a huge headache, blocked sinuses and a chesty cough.
not been a pleasant day.

as a consequence of my physical state, and the fact that i spent most of the day in bed, i didn't complete any work that i was supposed to do.. hey ho. there's always tomorrow.

the formula for love

9x-7i > 3(3x-7u)

9x-7i > 9x-21u

-7i > -21u

71 < 21u

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EDIT: so i get a phone call on my cell phone this evening from a ‘private number’
i answer it and it's a voice i don't know
no hello or anything, just ‘what are you doing?’
‘excuse me?’
‘what are you doing?’
‘who is this?’
‘perhaps i should come round and beat the crap out of you’
‘if that’s what you want' and i hang up, only to have the same ‘unlisted ’private number' ring back and back and back without me answering.

i'm guessing someone doesn't like me. again.

wooo hooo!! rugby finals next week! then rugby trip the week after!

bloody great game on saturday. contrary to the usual pre-game nerves, we were calm and collected and unworried and not fazed by the fact that the opposition were stripped and on the field doing pre-game training over an hour before kick off. we were outside smoking (if that's was your thing) and chatting and waiting for stragglers to arrive still 30 minutes to kick off.

this week i‘ve been particularly gay. it started with a conversation with simon about music and he said that i’d probably get all wet for madonna. ugh. no fu*king way. but half an hour after that c4 had 3 decades of madonna on tv and i just happened to watch it and realised i liked every song they played. then also by co-incidence the torrent of season 1 of glee i accidentally download finished downloading, so i watched them. gayness meter was climbing far too high for my liking, so fate stepped in and the torrent of season 1 and 2 of gimme gimme gimme finished downloading. and thankfully i identified more with linda la hughes than with tom farrell. normal gayness resumed and balance to the world restored.

hopefully i‘ll be getting paid very soon for the work that i’ve almost finished. be good to have some sparew cash for awhile.

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sorry i‘ve not been around much. this web job is keeping me super busy at the same times that i usually do my update.
plus i’m busy thinking about our semi-final on saturday and our rugby trip at the end of the month. plus simon has been with-holding cock from me because i made fun of him. plus i'm worried about mum and what to do for her birthday. plus my sewing machine is playing up again and not doing what it's supposed to do. plus drama drama drama.

thanks for sticking around anyway. i appreciate it.

as well as simons blood everywhere, there's now mine.
came home from a nice walk to find the fridge door open and all the shelves and contents everywhere. beer, eggs, simons old dinner, simons old baked beans, simons pre-grated cheese and everything else. so while i was on my knees picking it up, fingers got pricked by broken plates. no big deal. but the shards of broken beer bottles made more than a prick. but that's what bandages are for i guess.

getting the tour shirts organised for this years rugby trip. still thinking of a design that isn't too out there. they‘re a conservative bunch really.

it’s nice not having simons friends here. well, it's nice not having them drunk and disorderly here. without the beer i suspect they'd be nice as pie.

proof reader is still proof reading the manuscript. he‘ll let me know by the weekend after he passes it to whomever he’s going to pass it to for whatever else he needs to do to make it better. can't wait.

last competition game of the season this weekend. then semis and finals. unnnfff. getting aroused thinking about. but any rugby does that to me.