Recapping from Thursday night: We went to the movies to see 'Kiss The Girls', a psychiological thriller, based on a nut who calls himself 'Cassanova' and kidnaps goodlooking, young women who are intelligent and spirited. Well if you haven't seen it, I won't spoil it for you, but let's just say that I would have preferred a more in-depth pyschological profile on the killer and a story line which went deeper than your average 'search and rescue mission' movie. I'm sure other people would find it a fascinating movie..I just found it mediocre.

Friday, the radio had plenty of talk surrounding the suicide of Michael Hutchence, lead singer of the Australian band INXS. Mushroom records (who have 25th Anniversary this week) had apparently just signed a record contract with the band, who were about to kick off their world tour, with their first performance in Sydney this week. I liked this groups songs, but since I've never been really much of a groupie, I can't say I know much about the individual band members.

This may sound callous, however, the singer hung himself with a leather belt, which to me sounds like a trendier way to go than your usual rope suicides. I know it sounds awful to say that, but I add it in, because I wonder whether suicide is really glorified in the minds of the youth, perpetuated by the actions of famous people who have taken their own lives? It is then easier to understand a connection between that and the increased number of youth suicides of today. Gross generalization or a point of veiw? Not sure. Of course there is a vast amount of other factors which influence someones choice to commit suicide, but I am not going to dwell on this now.

Just one thing though, my friend (mentioned previously) who once thought about comitting suicide, well she is engaged to be married next year in November :). I am pleased for her. She's coming over this coming Sunday morning (with a couple other friends of mine) and I will make brunch. Should be fun, pass me the vodka! Just kidding!

Hubby, Kay and I went to Japanese resturant to celebrate hubby's 31% raise. The food was fantastic. Miso soup, sushi and sashimi, tempura, sukiyaki, etc ..was absolutely delicious. Kay brought Hubby present, bottle of Pinot Chardonnay Brut, Vintage (Brown Brother's). Hubby and Kay had 2 glasses each or more (only 1 for me, I drove home), then hubby had most of the Saki. To me the saki smelt wonderful, but I would rather bathe in it rather than drink it (I tasted it though). It smells like aromatic vodka, but is served warm. Put it this way, hubby was pretty stonkered by the time we got home, even in the resturant he displayed some of his characteristics. Kay tried to sort him out, but he was enjoying himself too much to notice.

At home, hubby set up Trivial Pursuit game. I put on music, neither of them liked my choice. Gypsy Kings was put on. Good comprimise. I like Gypsy Kings and hubby and Kay tolerated them :). They made a new rule, each time he and Kay got a question wrong, they took a shot of vodka with little bit of pinapple juice (you can imagine how many shots they had!). I abstained. Kay reminded me that I had forgotten to add something she said last time, so now I am rectifying that! Kay and hubby decided that if they made alcoholic suppositories (don't ask!), they would both rather use them to get the same affect (tipsy/lightheaded/drunken state) then drink alcohol. As I already stated previously they are both 'Anal' people. Luckily, the game didn't go on too long (1.5 hours). They were out of it, and I was tired, my mind elsewhere. I went on internet, they literally fell asleep. A 3am bedtime for me..

Saturday was 36*C, hot. Airconditioner was on, we vegitated and watched Beavis and Butthead episodes (so what's new?). Sat night we went to my brother's and sis-in-law's place. I got to hold my nephew who is now 5 months and looks like the Michalen man (commercial of man made from tyres), so cute, cudly and spoiled! We had fun and I taught him how to Eskimo kiss. He loved that. My brother put him in the jumping harness and bro sang a song and my nephew danced. He's going onto formula now and has started solids. I am kept up to breast (pardon the pun) with things. Everyone knows I am doing Midwifery next year, so even before the training they are preparing me.

Sunday we met up with my parents, sister, bro-in-law and children at the trout farm. They had caught 5 fish by the time we got there, as we went the scenic route (Old Basin Rd) in the Dandenong National Parks. Spring time all the trees have lush green foilage, the ferns sprout up everywhere and the sun was shining through the canopy of trees..so glorious, nature's wonderland. Brings back memories of my childhood, going for drives in the Dandenongs (very often) stoping for Devonshire tea and then going to a nursery (became a habit)..antique shops...well that's what my mother liked to do. I hadn't developed my purple thumb yet so the nurseries were annoying, and the antique shops - well we always had enough furniture, so what was the point? Of course at such a young age, an appreciation for such things was a bit too much to ask, especially by going every 2nd Sunday. I guess I just enjoyed my parents wacky company. My friends would come along aswell. My friends loved my parents..
Anyway getting back to the trout farm, we had lunch (what an ordeal). My nephew (2 years old) was crying, he was exhausted and his thongs were hurting him, rubbing against his toes(I put tissue paper in between his toes...it looked funny as he walked, but at least it didn't hurt him from the rubbing). Then bro-in-law, hubby and dad tried to build fire at the barbeque to cook fish (what a sight!). My sister and mother was squabbling, so I made one comment, turned to the paper I was reading...and lost myself in the words on the page. Apparantly they had stopped squabbling after my comment. Later, I took some pictures of my neices and nephew on the swings.
Hubby and I went fishing after lunch. Took me two minutes and I had 2 rainbow trouts in my bucket. Hubby was catching one large one (Rex Hunt - a Aussie fishing personality, wouldn't be caught dead here) and was having a little less luck (? - in a trout farm? mind boggles). Finally he caught the fish and brought it onto dry land, when the hook came out of the fish's mouth. So hubby and dad used their feet to keep fish from flapping its way to the water (playing soccer with a fish - I did make a comment, whilst laughing and trying to take a photo). I must say this, the rule at the farm is,' if you catch it don't throw it back in', so I saw this father catching a fish with his daughter, but since he wanted the experience to last for her, he said to his daughter "you caught the fish look" meanwhile he was dangling the fish for about 2 minutes in the water, prolonging its agony for the sake of making his daughter happy. I don't know what to make of this one!

I jump to Tuesday as all I can remember about Monday was that I had a wonderful afternoon and watched Voyager episodes (Borg meets its enemy - a superior organic race which kills the Borg. Captain Janeway wants to assist the Borg with technology in exchange for safe passge through Borg Space). I have been assimilated! Resistance is futile. Did I say that? Time to visit the shrink, methinks. Oh yes, Monday posted off some snail mail.

Tuesday, very interesting conversation on the net. I sometimes wonder if I have a switch to my heart? I feel so deeply about somethings, but can be easily sidetracked by someone else's 'pain'. Curious to me - an enigma. It's true one can not really feel on the net, however since you are using words, especially emotive words to conjure up thought processes, it is not so ridiculous to consider that one may have thoughts and feelings to certain elocutions. Did I say I had made that appointment with the shrink? No offense to shrinks, please no spam!
My cyberfriend Two_eagles noticed how my counter was at something like 6 million plus (glitch there..I will reset shortly) she asked me (in chat) whether I was serving MacDonalds at my home page. What a hoot, oops, thats an owl, well she's a riot anyhow!!!

Went to dinner with my parents to my friend's resturant. Walked in the door, said hello to my friend and spotted my ex-principle and his wife eating dinner. Blanch... Should I say hello, shouldn't I? Well first of all, I went to my family for the expected and deserved salutations. Kisses, hugs....okay..sat down and ordered meal. Afterall, they were waiting for us to arrive. Food came and was eaten.
I knew I should go and say hello. It's the proper thing to do, despite the problems he caused me. He was paying his bill, I came up and said hello to him. He smiled (he always had this cute smile - like a boy with his hand in the cookie jar, sort of smile), then asked me what I was doing..okay I told him. He was impressed, considering he thought I was a naughty student ( he used to make me write essays for detention. At least he actually read them and I can tell you it's not wonder he thought me difficult). I asked him about my old teachers, part of the funiture, of course were still there. Typical Alma mater. Why bother asking the question then? I asked him about the teacher, a wretch who used to strip us of our confidence, by saying we were hopeless and failures. He's still maths teacher (a subject I passed despite his assurances I wouldn't) and VCE co- ordinator. I made a remark "Oh what a prestigious honour you bestowed on him" smirk...My bitch sentence for the century...I did ask my ex-principle about his health though before I left (lordi, what a softy!) him to pay his bill.
I went back to my parents table (originally they thought for me to say hello to him was infra dignitatem, however), they were singing my praises, "See we brought her up well!.......What did you say to him?", mind you he was walking about 1 metre away, on the way to the door. I said "Mum, I'll tell you when he goes!" okay, he leaves, I tell them, my mother is upset that the wretch still works there. I said "Mum, you must let go of this anger! It was probably a good turn he did me....etc etc" Warped logic, true, but still whatever works. Sometimes I wonder compos mentis??? Finished off the evening by watching Beavis and Butthead do X-Mas (premature?).

It's been one of those interesting days (39*C tomorrow), so signing off,

Soosh :)

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