Consistancy, cant spell it cant do it.

I promise and promise but I just can't do it. You know I want to but its just not in me.

Another bunch of months has passed and I'm trying my best but blogging is hard I tells ya, damn hard.

I've even logged in and thought of some witty repartee, but shit it sounds pretentious and I scrub it. (thats because you matter to me, keepin it real my brothers) And now I know why.

Lilydale yes glorious Lilydale (not the arsehole of the universe, but you can see it from here Lilydale) Since I moved here everybody says oh you poor thing, so far away from everything, too far to visit, too far for you to come and see us. FOR FUCK SAKE its ten minutes from my old house and that was close enough. Its suburbism. Suburb bias. Lilydale is the pits, and we're not talking race car cool pits here, we are talking armpit greasy stagnant drippy hair laden pits.

I'm now a social outcast, a pariah. not quite Marina Pariah but still a pariah (how many puns can I fit in you ask) even though I josh through the tears I'm a broken man. My friends no longer invite me around, don't talk about me to their friends in case they find out, "he's from Lilydale" well I don't care any more, not fussed, not worried, not perturbed by the blinked pig ignorance of those from more affluent burbs. you can all go root a festering sock full of dog puss.

Well of course not ALL of you my dear friends, this rant does not reflect in any way my dearest, closest, bestest buddies who haven't forgotten me. I'll leave it to you to sort out who is in which camp and the rest of you, well start a rootin.

Human elsewhere, I'm not listening.

Rab

Ever Diminishing Circles.

Hey look at me, Not even six months have past and I'm writing again.

I made a promise to a close friend and also sometime blogger that I will contribute more frequently and she will do the same. I must admit that she has been writing far more often than I and to several different sites.

Now I cant add too much more to the house reno saga as we really haven't done much more, outside of living in our house and loving every moment of it. Sundays have been nicknamed the sunday sessions and we try to invite different friends up each week for a feast, a few drinks and the chance to save the worlds problems over the diner table.

Oscar the super pooch is as you can see taking everything in his stride and has not been stressed at anytime during the upheaval. Even though he gets his regular walks I don't think he gets enough exercise and can usually be found in a position like this. can anyone say animal cruelty

The next major task will be to organize the rear yard so that we have a small area to entertain over summer, eventually we want to put in a wood fired oved so we can do breads and pizza and roasts and stuff like that.

Shit this is starting to sound like a jolly nice little blog, not like me at all. well we also plan on putting in a killing room in the basement and I've already got rid of the welcome mat and have replaced it with a custom FUKOFF one.

Well toodles I have to go now.

Dont be strangers

Rabbit.

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Slowly Staggering

Ah Huh, its wonderful July and onto my second post of the year already.

The very fast 6 month update: we moved into the house in March, boy was it a trial to get it to an acceptable condition that I would be happy with.

We had to strip every inch of paint off the walls and ceilings, it was painted with a coating called calcimine. [Let me tell you about calcimine, it was made by the devil to slap a bit of color around Hades. Modern paints do not stick well to it and it doesn't stick well to the surfaces it was originally painted on, if you try to paint over the shit with a roller full of nice new paint you end up with a paint roller that looks like you rolled it into a bag of crisps. To remove calcimine from a wall, you scrap it off with a putty knife and it flakes off in small sheets or crisp confetti like pieces, once its all off, you then wash everything down by hand with bucket loads of warm industrial strength sugar soap and then wash that off with cool water. It took four days to remove it all from our timber slated plaster walls and 10 foot high ceilings, if you remember back in January we had a raft of 40 degree days and the worst bush fires in our brief history. those four days were the ones we chose to rid our house of Satan's wall paint]

After removal of said calcimine we then filled and sanded all the nice clean surfaces which made our bare timber floors into a thick gelatinous primordial pink brown ooze of flaked paint, plaster dust and fed with bucket upon bucket of water, once that had dried during the heat wave, also became painful to remove.

That was the worst of the work, we then had the chance to get creative all over our houses arse. we ripped out a wall from the second bedroom and made it open into the old kitchen which is now the new lounge room because I needed to use the old lounge room as the main bedroom, stay with me it is very usable now. then after all the prep work was done, everything got painted in three tones of the same color paint, carpet was laid nearly everywhere and new light fittings started to appear.

As I said we moved in in eary March, but sadly there is still much to do but most of it will have to wait untill the piggybank is not so annerexic and I regain the will to DIY.

Oscar the wonderdog will have been with us for two years later this week and is still going great, he adapted to the move like a champion and didn't even think about giving it his own little cosmetic touches (oh you know what I mean, piss all over the place to mark his teritory) I still tear up for Matey but I dont think that will ever change and it certainly doesn't take anything from how I feel about Oscy.

Thats all I'm squeezing out for you all today but I will be back so soon you'll think its the same post.

Be human somewhere and leave me out of it.

Rabbit

Off and Running

WooHoo, just look at me now, its only the first week of Jan and I'm Blogging.

Starting this week I'm no longer going to be the angry man, for me its a life of optimism and gaiety. Well we'll give it a good week and take it from there, not that I think a week of niceness will be hard but times are tuff and stressful and I don't want to disappoint anyone by setting the bar to high.

I'm looking forward to moving into me new house, although I do think we might have bought the wrong one. But we have cans of brand new free paint and lots of ideas for the garden/outdoor areas and I'm going to experiment with a hydroponic setup for herbs and leafy edible things, so a truly wonderful time is just ahead.

Living at home with a (how shall I say this)  elderly parent can be testing, but being the new me I'm on best behaviour. Usually I just scream and rant and cause a scene, but now I'm all light and sweetness and I can see that evil witch of a mother of mine for who she really is, its been her all along, I'm not a bad son its her I tells ya. I do very love her, but its only the fear of a new best friend in the same cell as me called bubba that stops me wacking the old dame and claiming my inherentance. (just kidding, tra la la la la, all light and sweetness)

OK I can't be spoiling you all with all this verbage and insight so its time to put keyboard to bed and say,

Catch ya Humans.

Rabbit