Got this fabulous comment from a gutless troll regarding my previous blog entry:
Name: fanofalmostanyothersite | E-mail: fanofalmostanyothersite@hotmail.com | IP: 121.79.14.33 | Date: May 12, 2008
Jeezus, if you’re going to debark yapping bitches start one house to the left!
Oh, come on darling, be brave and leave your name next time. M’kay? I may be a small time, fat, yapping bitch, but I OWN my small time, fat, yapping bitchiness.
And it’s one house to the RIGHT, numbnuts.
The neighbour’s dog is barking. It has been barking ALL weekend.
No kidding. Since I got home at 5pm on Friday night to now - 9pm on SUNDAY - it has been barking pretty much constantly.
Of course, the manbeast is too polite and patient to go ’round to tell them to get their dog to SHUT THE FUCK UP!, please, so that means I will have to do it. And I’m sick with the flu and am missing two nights worth of sleep already so I am NOT going to be nice about it (which is what I was trying to avoid when I asked the manbeast to go ’round there).
This is one case where I completely support the surgical removal of the bark. That yapping little shit is driving me mental.
I’ve always been entranced with the idea of scrapbooking. I love the look of a lovingly scrapped page. My aunts are especially great at scrapping and have filled probably thirty full-sized scrap books between them both with all their kids. My aunt in the country… err, well, Mildura… has a whole room dedicated to her scrapbooking endeavours while my other aunt makes do with any flat surface that’s available when there’s no kids, cats or dogs around. Anyway, their stuff is very, very cool.
Problem is that as much as I appreciate these crafty wonders, I can’t stand the thought of sitting there for days cutting things out, glueing things on, arranging, rearranging, re-rearranging, re-cutting, re-gluing… you get the picture… not to mention the cost that’s involved.
I thought my beads were bad in that department.
Anyway, I discovered a new joy. Digital scrapbooking! A friend from deviantART actually creates digital scrapbooking elements and sells them online. I wanted to make a couple of desktop wallpapers for myself with the pictures I took at my fairy god-child’s birthday and I thought that would be a cool way of doing it. So I bought some kits and went to work.
I ended up with this:
Cute, eh? Nessa loves it.
Funny how I hate the thought of cutting up real paper and buggering around for ages with real stuff but I’ll happily play for hours with the digital version.
Anyhoo, since putting that together I’ve also been accepted onto the Mellow Butterfly creative team! Squee! So I’ll have a reason to do some more scrapbooking because I’ll be hosting competitions and stuff for a little while - speaking of which, they’re holding one now so if you’ve got a few spare bucks, buy a kit and enter the latest challenge, you get a freebie layout as well as a thanks for entering.
I’m now working on an online gallery for my family (it’ll be private, sorry guys!) now which should offer me yet another thing to tinker with when I’m bored or need to procrastinate.
Oy, suddenly I’ve grown a social life. It’s definitely busy in Casa del Ren when she goes nowhere near a computer for three days straight.
Making jewellery to go on the site. I’ve made like, eight new pieces, not including Desci’s spiders and Kathy’s set which I still need to send off, oy - I suck.
Buying beads. Pretty beads! Beads that will never get used but they are pretty and therefore totally worth the money. Recently had a goddess bead set custom made:
Isn’t she lovely? Some people find them a bit creepy and I used to think so to, but then my beady buddy, Jam, lampworking artiste from Bacchus Marsh, showed a picture of a goddess bead she torched and I demanded my own. She’s so cute and tiny in real life.
I’ve got two more sets on bid at ebay from an awesome USA artist but we’ll see if I manage to get those.
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Oh, just got a message from my dressmaker to say that my wedding dress is almost finished!
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The manbeast is going on his road trip in a little over a week. He’ll be gone for nearly three, which means…
I can sneak off and get my bike license.
Yes, I, Ren, am willing to risk life and limb (and everything in between) on a motorbike. Providing I don’t crash, that is.
“But Ren, you HATE bikes!”
Used to! Still don’t like them much but there’s this one bike… I walked into the bike shop with the manbeast the other day (we were looking for boots) and he introduced me to this beautiful creature. She was red and black and gold and perfect.
It was the Triumph Rocket III.
She’s a tank. A very sexy tank. There’s something primal about that cruiser and I want it and obviously to get it I have to get the license first. I couldn’t look at that bike and not drool. My reaction surprised even me. The manbeast - once he got over his shock at my obvious pleasure over this bike - said (grinning widely) that he would love to take me out on the back of it one day. I looked him square in the eye and said, “Fuck you, I’m driving!”, which kinda made the biker nearby cough and splutter a bit.
Go to Yamaha in Geelong, they’ve got THREE.
Anyhoo, enough about bikes. I’m being thrown a bit of an impromtu wedding shower on Sunday - my new bridesmaid has taken over the role left vacant by my sister with aplomb. Loving it, I don’t know why I didn’t fire the sister earlier. Sunday will involve lots of champagne, giggles, sappy love songs and chocolate with the girlbeasts while the menbeasts go out on their ride for the day.
And I’m having dinner at Tony and Rae’s, very cool, I get to play with babies and eat pizza. 
Carry on.
I was hit with a meme - the first in ages so I thought I’d post it here. Thanks Calla!
“Pick up a book on the top of your book stack, turn to page 123, read the first five sentences, then post the next three sentences”.
I’m game. After assessing which of my stacks was accessible (most have CDs or DVDs stacked on top of them) found a stack that was within reach and ended up grabbing “The Other Boleyn Girl” by Philippa Gregory.
I wished someone would tell me what he wanted of me. But then, he himself guided my touch, and whispered in my ear what he wanted to do, and then after a little while of his movement and my blundering caresses he gave a sigh and lay still.
“Is it enough for you?” I asked timidly.
I am not making that up!
Now… I tag Tony, Adamus and Rosanna… and anyone else who wants to do it - post in my comments!
