real life

A 3622-post collection

Adventures!

Sundays and Tuesdays are Beloved's days off from April to just after November [long story]. So those are the days that Beloved and I have our little adventures.

For example: Last Tuesday, Beloved took us all on a budget-busting trip to Costco in an effort to save us some money in the long term. Short term? Not so much.

Today, I have actually found a factory outlet place that is not located in the extreme back of Burke or another state or like, two days' travel away... and I'm taking Beloved there with a set budget of $100 only. Because that's pretty much all we have to spare on a place that's like a dollar shop for food.

And then I still have to go to an actual dollar shop so I have supplies to finish Chaos' Halloween outfit. Little Darling wants to be a Lego Warrior. Replete with decapitated Lego Head helmet.

She's a kid after my own heart.

And as reigning local monarch of Dollar Shop Costumery, I have loads of stuff that I need. Except ribbon and duct tape. You know. Costuming essentials.

To the kind people who gave me money: It finally came through to my firkin bank... and I put it in the main account that Beloved and I share because $30 makes great emergency cash.

We only have a few more days until payday, but you never know how life's going to shit on you until you're neck deep in turds.

Thank you.

Today's the day!

In just a few moments, I will be putting thought to words for my one thousand and second story. I have beat Scheherazade.

So of firkin course I've woken at 2AM and am in sore need of caffeine.

My sleep cycle needs training wheels. And my coffee needs so much sugar that I'll definitely loose my teeth. Argh.

Fuckit. I'm getting a cuppa.

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I'm about to bust a record

The official count for all my Instants is a grand one thousand.

Now what famous anthology of tales is close to that? Oh yes. One thousand and one nights.

I won't crow until I beat that record, so you're safe for today. I've been planning on this for the better part of three years. And by crikey, I am going to celebrate.

Not that I have a lot to toss around as gifts because broke as fuck. All I have is my

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So close, and yet...

::Cue Days of Our Lives music::

When we last left our heroes, MeMum was in a quantum state between being able to communicate online and not being able to communicate online... Telstra had taken twenty-four hours and counting to get back on a one-hour call-back... and Mayhem had forgotten all his Home Ec. crap at school.

Your humble Author is still poor. That $30 has to spend five business days in transit between PayPal and my bank accounts for no apparent reason.

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Communication misadventure happy fun times

I succeeded in getting MeMum online. Yay. Alas, the avenues of communication are only one way because in order to get a reply to her, she needs a working email.

And those are borked because Telstra is way more than lackluster at the moment.

So... Yes, mum. I did get the four separate messages you sent to me late last night for some bizarre reason. Put your hearing aids in. I just tried to ring you twice and you didn't pick up.

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Firkin Telstra...

I swear to the Powers That Be [pick your favourite] that tech support would be so much easier with people who understood what the fuck was going on.

I tried to get help from the alleged pros at Telstra. Several times. Concerning both getting MeMum's new compy online and accessing her Bigpond/email account.

I actually got assistance from Beloved about the former.

And as for the latter...

Cue the Benny Hill music.

Five calls. Two texts. One attempt by MeMum to

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Incoming Adventures in Tech Support

It's a long weekend for my little darlings, so Beloved is planning on taking them for an adventure to the ocean, the second-deadliest thing about Australia. The first-deadliest is, of course, Australia itself.

Meanwhile, I'm doing something a little more risky.

Tech support for MeMum.

Her old computer has gone to silicone heaven [I plan on taking it home to see if it's really, most sincerely dead] and she now has spanking new compy that will not get online and probably has

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We're muddling...

We're scraping by. We're pulling our heads in...

And managing to maintain the little treats that keep us sane.

Of course, it's a struggle that would be made easier by some funding by you, dear reader, but we're managing.

I kind of feel like we're dangling over a precipice by my fingernails, but that's probably me.

The big needs are waiting for another pay cycle. The Wants are in stasis. Not coming to fruition for the foreseeable future.

And I'm in a

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Just-- AAAAAAAAAUGH!

I have a lot on my plate at the moment. Lots of stressers on my dressers, as it were. So stand back, I am going to vent.

I already mentioned the injured cat. She has this cut above her eye that's not healing and is going to need expensive stitches. She's otherwise fine, just has this really grody-looking cut above one eye.

Mayhem and Chaos are both practising for the International Procrastination Olympics. Focussing intensely on the Farting Around 500, the Helplessness

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Oh me Feet

The problem with the daily grind [or at least, my version of it] is that once my shoes are on, I don't take them off. Which means that, by the time I have the opportunity to treat my feet, I lack the energy to do so.

And I'm grumpy when my feet hurt.

Which makes shopping for anything a trial for Beloved because I whinge a lot. Even when I don't mean to whinge, I whinge. And whingeing drains Beloved like a

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I need a Paypal Donate button

::Strums off-key guitar like I know what I'm doing but I clearly do not:: Yeah, got the, outta money for four days, can't do jack about it bluuuuuuuuueeeeeeees... (Ga-thunk, ga-thunk, ga-thunk, abowm-bowm...)

Don't worry, dear readers. We have enough stores to weather the thin patch. It's going to be a can of arseholes and a sack of armpits to deal with, but... we've dealt with worse.

Try being out of cash for a week, sometime.

Sigh. Times are tough.

I need new

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Curses...

Okay so my own system has up and decided to lock me out. None of my passwords work at the mome. And if I can't log in to NodeBB, then I can't add comment abilities to my stories.

Ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu....

Patience, my dear readers. You will be able to comment again soon. Not that anyone has as of yet... Ah well.

This is going to take a bit of a while. I'm sorry.

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I'd say TGIF, but...

Fridays are my busy day. And on top of that, Mayhem now has Home Ec on Fridays so that includes a potentially budget-busting round of every parental's favourite game, What Do You Need For School Now?

I used it as an excuse to get Mayhem some First House stuff on the side. Dollar shops are an amazing source of cheap kitchen shit with a moderate amount of actual quality.

That said, never buy dollar shop tongs. Just... don't. Those fuckers will break

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Bargains! Bargains! Bargains!

I got $50 birthday money to spend irresponsibly, yesterday.

So of fucking course this morning, I made a beeline for the places that sell iTunes cards. I wanted an entire $50 card, not one in instalments.

And I'm kinda glad I did, because Target sold me a $50 card for $40 :D

I feel like a massive thief, now. But I'm still loving it.

And I still have $10 to spend irresponsibly.

I wonder if I can put a deposit on Steamworld

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Fuck today in particular

Okay, so here's everything that's gone wrong so far...

My phone got pocket-dialled onto Silent mode so I didn't hear the alarm letting me know it was time to hustle the kids off to school.

I got notified about this when Chaos' bus people called and asked what was going on. We were an entire hour late.

PANIC MODE.

Hustle the kids and their gear into the car at warp nine. Spend three minutes trying to start it. The fucking thing's broken

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