I Am Not Responsible For Your Child

January 14, 2010

I heard an interesting news story today about a local man (by local I mean still within the confines of the same capital city as me) who has been charged for leaving his children unattended in a McDonalds playground while he went off shopping for over an hour. Of course this is an appalling display of parenting, but I felt like calling in and telling them to hang out at the chain of video game stores I work for and they could make a lot of revenue of the number of parents who do the same with us.

When I worked in the Carindale branch I swear we had one kid who must have had parents who worked in the centre, because every single day after school he would be at our store from 3:30 to close, for months, just playing on the demo consoles and walking around. I don’t think I saw his parents even once, and he NEVER bought anything. That’s only one of the more extreme examples, there are plenty more.

Considering the number of parents who have to drag their kids out of the store while the child kicks and screams demanding they want *insert whatever games is awesome right now here*, how are we to know when that stranger drags a kid out of the store that that person is not the childs parent or legal guardian? Every day I wait for the police to come in and discuss with me the circumstances of a kidnapping, and I just can’t wait for the parents to try and blame me or my staff for not watching their child and I finally get to ask the person why they don’t pay for our babysitting service they use so frequently.

I don’t really want any child to get hurt or taken, but it’s so annoying listening to some mum tell her kids she’ll be back in an hour for them and to just stay in here.

The law states that you are not supposed to leave any child under the age of twelve unattended, but I watch it happen every single day. It makes me determined to be a superior parent when it’s my turn to have a child. I mean, jeeze, I feel bad leaving my sixteen year old nephew at our house alone!

I’m so glad to hear about someone finally getting caught for this, I just hope they can do it some more so people will stop being so irresponsible.

Sorry for the morally outraged outburst, I’m done now. ;p

Fabulous

January 13, 2010

I haven’t watched Dr Horribles Sing-a-long Blog in a couple of months. Aah, so fabulous. How can anyone not love Neil Patrick Harris ;p Just watched the most recent episode of ‘How I Met Your Mother’ as well, and he sings in that too – fabulous. I might try and find and mp3 of the suit song and put it on my Ipod.

Fabulous is definitely my new favourite word. I’ve been using it to excess.

I didn’t bother posting anything yesterday because NOTHING happened, it was possibly the least interesting day of my life. I didn’t even do enough with it to list out what I did.

My dad is going to be staying with us for the next couple of nights. Since he and mum sold the gift store he’s been working contractually with Boystown, and this time his contract brings him to my neck of the woods. It’ll be interesting, three generations under the one roof, dad, me and T-J and our nephew Bryce.

I think I’m a little too involved in work at the moment, because my last dream before I woke up this morning stressed me out, it was about work! I was trying to close the store but people just kept coming in until it was 8:30pm, they would just keep coming and coming – aaagh! They would even pick the locks when I locked the door shut! What a way to wake up when you have to go to work.

Lobster Red

January 11, 2010

I mentioned yesterday the abrasion on my inner thigh which was inflicted upon me by my board shorts on Stradbroke Island. Well wasn’t that a delightfully pleasant injury to have while I stand and walk about at work for nine hours! The way I have it bandaged up at the moment is amusing, a little non-stick pad held on with elastoplast tape. The most hilarious part is the location, because it’s on my inner thigh, it is quite near my femoral artery so it almost looks like I’ve bandaged up a bite wound from a sleazy vampire.

The other lovely part is discovering the one part of me I forgot to re-apply sunscreen to regularly, which is now lobster red and stings just a touch. I even took my aloe-vera lotion to work with me!

Speaking of burning, I have burning desire to write a battle scene, but none of the ideas I’m working on right now contain one, so I’m wondering if I might just slip a little forward in time in one of them and pre-prepare a battle scene. I know precisely where my desire is stemming from, my nephew started watching the Lord of the Rings movies and by the time I got home from work he was in the last hour (or so…) of the third movie, so all those lovely, brutal battle scenes filled with bravery and sacrifice are fueling my imagination.

Sometimes when you haven’t seen something for a while, you forget how much it moved you, until it gets the chance to move you once more. It’s always a pleasant surprise enjoy that roil of emotions again.

For those who are interested as well, I’m definately glad I refused that womans card the other day (refer to my blog titled: Credit Card Fraud) she asked me to hold onto the DSI and she would come back for it the next morning. Three days have gone by and she hasn’t picked it up, even though she was telling me how badly her child wanted it and had been pestering her for it incessantly.

Stradbroke Island

January 10, 2010

4:30am is a terrible hour to have to get up at, but that’s what we did today. Yesterday was my lazy day off in front of the television, today was my active day.

So, woke up at 4:30 and had to roll straight out of bed to get changed straight from my pyjamas into my swimmers, wake up my husband and my nephew, kick their asses into the car and drive to Cleveland where the ferry was just about ready to take us over to Stradbroke island.

For those who’ve never been to, or perhaps even heard of, Stradbroke island it is an idyllic laid-back island just a little off the east coast of Australia, roughly in line with Brisbane (a little south if you must know). On the northside the beaches are (in my opinion) more beautiful than the Gold Coast beaches. The water is that perfectly clear, heavenly blue which lets you see right to the sandy bottom beneath your feet. You can even see the bottom from up on the cliff faces.

We hung around at my favourite bay today as well. It’s a small bay, I’m guessing it’s about thirty meters wide, last time the water was mostly just gentle swells rolling in, but the tide was more out this time so it was a little choppier. We tried the main north beach as well. Swam between the flags of course!

We took a few small walks as well. One of the walks took us along this small gorge. We walked off the path to go down the gorge and found a lovely secret pool with cool little ocean fishes and a big orange starfish. An old couple was snorkeling in it too, checking out the seaweed and the various other sights beneath the water.

Out of curiosity I even decided to climb up one of the cliff faces of the bay, just to see if I could make it to the top. Even though it wasn’t a really huge or dangerous one, I still got all excited, that awesome mixture of “S417, I’m high up, what if I fall?’ and “Wow, I’m almost there, I could actually do this” I was breathing hard when I made it to the top and it was not from exertion. When I made it all the way up to the top I had to take the nature walk back down because I was far to scared to climb back down!

Of course, since we rose so early and left the house so promptly and the ferry wouldn’t take EFTPOS payment, we never had a chance to have breakfast, so we ate it on the island. There was this lovely little café near north beach called ‘Fishes’ (I kid you not). We ordered breakfast there and they were NOT stingy with the portions, seriously, I had trouble finishing my Canadian Breakfast.

That’s another thing, the stereotype is Canadian’s are dumb, but how stupid can they be if they were clever enough to put pancakes and bacon on the same plate?

Of course, we’ve returned home now and upon sighting myself in the mirror I’m impressed with my lovely new tan. Thanks to re-applying my sunscreen like five times I’m not really burnt anywhere either! Of course now I’m left with epic tan lines, which for some reason my husband thinks are awesome. Weirdo.

With all the walking around we did, my board shorts started to chafe my leg, and by the time I finally took them off they had rubbed the inside of my left thigh raw. So I had to spend the rest of the day walking around with only my shirt and swimmers on. I’m glad we were on an island, anywhere else and it might have looked silly!

We wrapped up the day with a fish and chips dinner and now we’re watching ‘Gamer’ and after this I will most likely go to bed. I’m definately going to be sore tomorrow, but I’ll cheer myself up by finally taking home my copy of Bayonetta ;p

Too Much Television

January 9, 2010

A nice lazy day off is always welcome. Sat around and watched Torchwood, and finally got around to watching the re-make of V. I think I might perhaps have an addiction to alien themes.

The funniest part is right now I’m watching the Sooty Show. Does anyone remember that show? It was my absolute favourite as a child. I’ve only been able to track down six episodes so far, but I’m determined to get as many as possible so my child(as yet unconceived) can grow up on this as well.

The episode I’m watching right now has Sweep suffering from a nose that honks whenever anyone touches it. Then they pulled his ear and it rang like a bike bell and I couldn’t stop laughing about the thought of how funny it would be if tinnitus was actually like that. If anyone remembers this show, is it just me or does the only human in the show – Matthew – look a little bit like Simon Pegg?

While I’m remembering kids shows, I used to love Astro Boy growing up, and while I don’t remember this incident myself, my parents love to tell me about how I had a cry on my third birthday because I didn’t get rocket boots like Astro’s.

I spent a few hours this morning working on learning so more Japanese. It’s rather amusing because every now and again I’ll come across a word I already knew, like ‘isu’ and ‘genki’ which I’ve picked up from over a decade of watching subtitled anime. It’s funny, I can often understand what is being said (or get the gist of  it at least) when I’m listening to Japanese, but when I have to speak it, I only know bits and pieces. Again, I blame excessive watching of subtitled anime, you get used to certain words and sentences being heard and reading what it is supposed to mean so your subconscious absorbs it, but because you aren’t making a conscious effort to learn the word, it is much harder to repeat it back. Or that’s my assumption.

The program I’m using to learn Japanese keeps trying to teach me to write Japanese in between word lessons, and while I do want to learn how to read, I would have much preferred to have learned to speak it a bit better before I had to try and remember all those hiragana. Ahh, well, shan’t complain.

Well, I better get to bed soon, we’re going to catch the ‘early bird special’ ferry across to Stradbroke island, but it leaves 5:30am. Yup, not the early bird special for nothing.