watching the wheels

Sayonara Bitches

http://panthergirl.wordpress.com/ - Thats where I'll be from now on. Yes I'm moving out. I did think about giving blogging up altogether for a couple of weeks. Seems a bit pointless sometimes, I mean besides family who reads them anyway. But, we'll see. You know, I do say bitches as a term of endearment. I know it's a loving thing to call someone, as thats what Lizzie calls me. In fact on Friday she called me a Horrible bitch and I misheard and thought she called me a Herbal bitch. Now that has to be a scrapbook page. Anyway I'm moving on because the old blognow has been letting me down lately. So slow when you finally do get on and forget about trying to check for messages - takes ages. Even posting a new message seems to take forever. But I shall be lurking around to check what everyone's been up to. So if you want to drop by for a visit I shall be at http://panthergirl.wordpress.com/ - sayonara bitches

4:45 PM - 31/3/2007 - comments {11} - post comment

konitchiwa bitches

That's the name of my favourite song at the moment - well one of them. And I love saying it as well. But I don't get the opportunity much. Can't say it to the checkout girl, or use it at a parent teacher interview. But then along came the next daq challenge and it was Grunge. Perfect.

12:48 PM - 28/3/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

I believe

Well you'll all no doubt be glad to hear my hair is slowly recovering. Had the hairdresser trim an inch from the bottom so not quite so much like rats tails. Have also given up the Bleachy Hair Honky Bitch look I had (thats the name of a book I have). You'll also be glad to hear Kimba has work finally. Hard to get in country towns. She went for ages with nothing and was then offered 2 jobs on the same day. And it involves a lot of sunday work which is good because now we can go away for weekends and she can stay home and look after the cat and dog. Because thats always a pain organising them. Plus it's good money for her.

Now my deck of card challenge this week was I Believe. Now I always do the first thing that comes into my brain with these. I was trying to bypass the first thought and do something all deep and meaningful. And then I realised that I would really suck at making up verses for greeting cards. So I stuck with the first idea I had.

Hey - guess who's mum got a wacom!!

2:06 PM - 27/3/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Janey, Lulu and the ABC

This is Jems doll, Janey. She's been to the doll hospital. Not all of her though, just her head. Thats what you do, pull the dolls head off and send it to the hospital. When she came home she startled me a bit. She looked a bit bride of chucky. It's the eyebrows. They've given her -whatever happened to baby jane eyebrows. But I saw her on friday night and she looked much nicer than the photo.

This is my doll, Lulu. She is lovely and even though she has a bit of a wonky eye I will not be ripping her head off and sending her to the hospital. I think I called her Lulu after the singer. I don't really remember Lulu but we were one of those families that were only really allowed to watch the ABC so I guess I saw her there. It's a wonder I didn't call her Cilla. We always watched the cilla black show and the two ronnies and dave allen. We watched monty python, some mothers do have em and fawlty towers way before they showed up as repeats on commercial telly. And I'm fairly sure I was the only girl in primary school who knew who nana mouskouri was. Glad I didn't call lulu nana. She's sitting like that because she's been reading.

10:55 AM - 26/3/2007 - comments {22} - post comment

The Penny Panthers and Elsie

Firstly I'd just like to say - GO THE PANTHERS. Nice to see the boys give those puppy dogs a good thrashing. Sad days for cowboy though. His poor old roosters aren't doing so well. Beaten by the bunnies last week and funnily enough by the cowboys last night.

Nextly, Lee put the pressure on by suggesting I was going to do something fascinating with buttons for this challenge. But as usual once I got started I forgot what I was supposed to be doing and at the end went - oh shit, I'd better bung a few buttons on it. I'm extremely jealous as she has herself this skull tin and I need one. Go down the page a bit and see the gorgeous baxter as well. So here is my button challenge. The gorgeous Miss G. Hope she likes it.

Credits to two peas for the overlay, Lillypad word art, michelle coleman buttons and debra tope funky pink ribbon.

8:26 AM - 25/3/2007 - comments {2} - post comment

a very serious fence

Now this is what I call a fence. A serious fence. For quite a small house.

Latest daq challenge was type as image. Well it wasn't really but I can't remember what is was but thats sort of what it meant. I hope.

9:53 AM - 24/3/2007 - comments {3} - post comment

the work poo - carrying on from the public poo

Rules of pooing at work

CROP DUSTING -- When farting, you walk briskly around the office so the
smell is not in your area and everyone else gets a whiff but doesn't
know where it came from. Be careful when you do this. Do not stop until
the full fart has been expelled. Walk an extra 30 feet to make sure the
smell has left your pants.

FLY BY -- The act of scouting out a bathroom before pooing. Walk in and
check for other pooers. If there are others in the bathroom, leave and
come back again. Be careful not to become a FREQUENT FLYER. People may
become suspicious if they catch you constantly going into the bathroom.

ESCAPEE -- A fart that slips out while taking a leak at the urinal or
forcing a poo in a cubicle. This is usually accompanied by a sudden wave
of embarrassment. If you release an escapee, do not acknowledge it.
Pretend it did not happen. If you are standing next to the farter in the
urinal, pretend you did not hear it. No one likes an escapee. It is
uncomfortable for all involved. Making a joke or laughing makes both
parties feel uneasy.

JAILBREAK -- When forcing a poo, several farts slip out at a machine gun
pace. This is usually a side effect of diarrhoea or a hangover. If this
should happen, do not panic. Remain in the cubicle until everyone has
left the bathroom to spare everyone the awkwardness of what just
occurred.

COURTESY FLUSH -- The act of flushing the toilet the instant the poo
hits the water. This reduces the amount of airtime the poo has to stink
up the bathroom. This can help you avoid being caught doing the WALK OF SHAME.

WALK OF SHAME -- Walking from the cubicle, to the sink, to the door
after you have just stunk up the bathroom. This can be a very
uncomfortable moment if someone walks in and busts you. As with farts,
it is best to pretend that the smell does not exist. Can be avoided with
the use of the COURTESY FLUSH.

OUT OF THE CLOSET POOER -- A colleague who poos at work and is proud of
it. You will often see an Out Of The Closet Pooer enter the bathroom
with a newspaper or magazine under his or her arm. Always look around
the office for the Out Of The Closet Pooer before entering the bathroom.

THE POOING FRIENDS NETWORK (P.F.N) -- A group of co-workers who band
together to ensure emergency pooing goes off without incident. This
group can help you to monitor the whereabouts of Out Of The Closet
Pooers, and identify SAFE HAVENS.

SAFE HAVENS -- A seldom-used bathroom somewhere in the building where
you can least expect visitors. Try floors that are predominantly of the
opposite gender . This will reduce the odds of a pooer of your gender
entering the bathroom.

TURD BURGLAR -- Someone who does not realise that you are in the cubicle
and tries to force the door open. This is one of the most shocking and
vulnerable moments that can occur when taking a poo at work. If this
occurs, remain in the cubicle until the Turd Burglar leaves. This way
you will avoid all uncomfortable eye contact.

CAMO-COUGH -- A phoney cough that alerts all new entrants into the
bathroom that you are in a cubicle. This can be used to cover-up a
WATERMELON, or to alert potential Turd Burglars. Very effective when
used in conjunction with an ASTAIRE.

ASTAIRE -- A subtle toe-tap that is used to alert potential Turd
Burglars that you are occupying a cubicle. This will remove all doubt
that the cubicle is occupied. If you hear an Astaire, leave the bathroom
immediately so the pooer can poo in peace.

WATERMELON -- A poo that creates a loud splash when hitting the toilet
water. This is also an embarrassing incident. If you feel a Watermelon
coming on, create a diversion. See CAMO-COUGH.

HAVANAOMELET -- A case of diarrhoea that creates a series of loud
splashes in the toilet water. Often accompanied by an Escapee. Try using
a Camo-Cough with an Astaire.

UNCLE TED -- A bathroom user who seems to linger around forever. Could
spend extended lengths of time in front of the mirror or sitting on the
pot. An Uncle Ted makes it difficult to relax while on the crapper, as
you should always wait to poo when the bathroom is empty. This benefits
you as well as the other bathroom attendees

10:17 AM - 23/3/2007 - comments {3} - post comment

the public poo

I personally have never been a public pooer. I never did them at school and I never do them at someone elses house. And if there are any sort of tradesmen here doing work I have to ring my husband to come home and "guard" the toilet while I go. So, I was at the shops one day in the toilet - not pooing, when this woman raced in and I can excuse her doing the public poo as it was obvious she had a very upset stomach. But I was in the loo next to her and I felt soiled after the whole experience. I felt the need to rush home for a shower. What I will not excuse is that she walked straight out without washing her hands. Then I had that dilemma - made worse by what I'd just heard and smelt - of getting the toilet door open without actually touching it. Now when we go anywhere I always know when my girls have been to the toilet as there are great amounts of toilet paper near the door where they use it to grab the handle then fling it away as they race out. So I resorted to that. God I wished I had some handy wipes in the car though.

9:35 AM - 22/3/2007 - comments {1} - post comment

the box of useless things

Yesterday I was looking through the - box of stuff on the top shelf of the storeroom. I think most people have one. You know that box of stuff you cart around with you all your life. It has things in it you just can't throw away but you never really look at. Well I was looking for my birth certificate and I found these letters my class mates had to write to me in 4th class when I was in hospital having my appendix out. At the time we were in groups making advertisments we were going to film and I was playing the part of a nurse. And dear little mavis no doubt thought it would cheer me up no end to write and inform me that - Sharon has taken your place in the ad and did a fantastic job. I remember that really pissed me off. Wonder what happened to mavis.

The next in the 52 card deck challenge was simply your names initial. So here is mine. Very simple. J. Thats because my name is Jane. And I kept it simple because I'm a plain jane - as in what you see is what you get. I'm full of revelations name related this week aren't I. If I get any more you can just call me Sybill.

I've used a panos fx action on it. That makes all those little squares.

10:34 AM - 21/3/2007 - comments {4} - post comment

Panthergirl

You may have wondered why I have the name panthergirl. Or you may not give a rats arse. The simple reason is because I am a supporter of the penrith panthers. Not a mad fan. I am actually a north sydney bears fan but when they were kicked out of the comp I had to find a new team and the panthers all looked nice in tight black shirts. As a bonus they did beat the roosters in the grandfinal a few years back. Cowboy is a mad roosters fan hence I became panthergirl. I was worried about being like the backstreet boys who are destined to remain boys for the rest of their lives. But I quite like the idea of staying a girl. The whole catdog thing was a mix up by me. When I signed up here I got all confused with my usernames and sign in names and when I signed in I was catdog somehow and not panthergirl. Never mind. Anyway, the whole point is that I'm trying to come up with a name for my little hobby business thingy and I'm stuck. So any bright ideas out there please pass them on. Something simple, yet catchy. It doesn't even have to include the words panther, girl, cat or dog. It's magnets, gift cards, gift bags. You can email or pm them and if anyone comes up with something I love I'll send you a set of magnets. You can be one of my testers. I'll have to get your address and I'll get a hitman to go round and deliver them. These ones in fact of these lovely cabaret girls that were slides taken by my grandfather in the late 1950's. They came up pretty well. They are each 2.5 x 3.5 inches. Now there was a slide of the outside of the moulin rouge but it wasn't in the same box so I don't know if these are moulin girls. They're still cool though.

12:07 PM - 20/3/2007 - comments {4} - post comment

The Honeymoon Hat

This is my mother, on her honeymoon, in what I now call "the honeymoon hat". When I first saw this hat I thought it was one of the funniest things I'd seen for a while and my sister even sent an email asking "whats the weird hat mums wearing". But now I've looked at it for a while, you know what? I love that hat. That is one funky hat. And it definitely keeps the sun off the face. They're on some kind of boat. I wonder if she's sea sick or bored. Bit of both probably. Don't recall her being a great boat person.

This cover my elsie no: 20 - make you own patterned paper. So I used the photo of the flowers in the strip at the bottom. Credits to: shabby princess - gel dot. Linga GB star bazzare doodle and pin. K Moore ribbon.

9:21 AM - 19/3/2007 - comments {2} - post comment

rascal by name, rascal by nature

My mother always says ginger cats are a little neurotic. We have one and he certainly is. This guy, rascal was around when I was small. He, like our current ginger enjoyed doing what we call commando. You lie on your side, grip the bottom of the lounge tightly with four claws then drag yourself around the corner lounge at a great rate. When someone comes out to smack you for doing this, you sit sweetly away from the lounge as if you never did a thing wrong until said someone goes back to bed whereby you resume commando action.

12:48 PM - 18/3/2007 - comments {6} - post comment

The Wilhelm Scream and other things

I only heard about the wilhelm scream this week. It was recorded in 1951 for a movie and ever since then movie makers have been sneaking it into their movies. Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Poltergeist, Batman, Pirates of the Caribbean, Resevoir Dogs and on and on. It's a real girly scream. I think the original scream was a guy being eaten by an alligator. So someone put together a little youtube clip of some of the movies it has been in and I'll put it over to the right.

Daq challenge for the week was Four Seasons in One Day. So it was handy that crowded house have a song called that wasn't it.

My sister took the snowy photo in washington dc a few weeks back. That is little me heading to the beach. We only got to go once a year so thats why I look so determined. Chairs, vine and ball all stock photos. I really like this one. Came together well. Some do that.

9:57 AM - 17/3/2007 - comments {2} - post comment

used cars - los angeles

If your last name was Zusak you might think carefully before naming your son Markus. But it's actually a very interesting name. He's an author, Markus Zusak. When I look at his name on the front of a book it's like a puzzle that needs solving. If you haven't read The Book Thief yet then go get it.

Now this slide shall be filed under How Cool is That. I'm pretty certain it is in los angeles. It's a used car yard. Imagine being able to step back in time and have a wander around there.

10:37 AM - 16/3/2007 - comments {5} - post comment

Off to never never land

My hair is shit at the moment. The hairdresser went at it with such gusto with the razor and the thinning scissors that I have been left with a mass of fluffy steel wool. I complained about my great mass of very thick hair and she certainly solved the problem. Not only that, but I'm sitting here with a nit treatment on. We found out that someone who'd been here had them and as soon as I heard that I became paranoid and couldn't stop scratching and I'm sure I could suddenly feel things - large things - running around. So I bought some foam and I'm sitting here smelling very strongly of tea tree. I feel better already.

My next deck of card challenge was write a Note to Self. Well mine was to try and remember to switch my brain off before I go to bed. Cowboy told me he can wake up any time through the night and have a conversation with me. I know I must sleep sometime but it never seems like it.

lyrics are from enter sandman by mettalica. chris ford rock star overlay

10:11 AM - 15/3/2007 - comments {2} - post comment

The Summer Palace

My grandparents travelled to russia in 1957. Which was pretty adventurous for a couple who lived on a farm in a central nsw town with a population of 2500. It was part of a world trip and apparently a pretty quick visit that was well supervised. They were very suspicious of them taking photos but my grandfather said if you made friends with the guards they let you. This is the summer palace. You can imagine the masses all starving outside while the royalty lived in all that slendour.

10:31 AM - 14/3/2007 - comments {4} - post comment

Bovril

I never was a happy little vegemite. We didn't eat the stuff. We ate bovril. I was a happy little bovrilite. My father comes from guernsey which is in the channel islands so he ate bovil, therefore we ate bovril, therefore my kids eat bovril. It's a beef extract. You'll find it in the stock and spice section of the supermarket. It's kinda runny. And much nicer than vegemite. I don't know how it compares to bonox as I've never had that.

So I was pretty excited to find this photo in the slides. See it's freshly squeezed cow head juice.

10:03 AM - 13/3/2007 - comments {6} - post comment

Greg Koutsovidis

How bewdiful is greg (biggest loser). How much of a fucker is courtney. And smuttalina. I'm really pissed off that marty is gone and the thought that courtney or muttalina could win is enough to put me off watching it. Actually as soon as greg is voted off, I'm not watching it anymore. But you can "have your mars bars and eat them too" you know. Thats what muttalina said. In fact, she's proud of the fact that she ate 2 mars bars, because she could have eaten 5 you know. Oh don't mind me, I'll just go have a strong coffee and watch Love My Way and I'll feel better. Go Greg. We love Greg. Greg is bewdiful.

6:53 PM - 12/3/2007 - comments {3} - post comment

Poetry

My friends must spend way too much time online. They send me all sorts of stuff they dig up.

Before I lay me down to sleep,

I pray for a man, who's not a creep,

One who's handsome, smart and strong.

One who loves to listen long,

One who thinks before he speaks,

One who'll call, not wait for weeks.

I pray he's gainfully employed,

When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.

Pulls out my chair and opens my door,

Massages my back and begs to do more.

Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,

Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?"

I pray that this man will love me to no end,

And always be my very best friend.

MAN'S POEM

I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge hooters

who owns a liquor store and a golf course. This

doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.

2:18 PM - 12/3/2007 - comments {0} - post comment

girls on film

I've cut my big toenails too short. Now the corners are digging in. When my shoes press on them they really hurt. Ill have to wedge some cardboard between the nail and the skin. This is a picture of kimba and miss e. Isn't she cute. Oh and Kimba's ok as well.