Singing in the rain

When I was a child I absolutely dreaded the thought of walking too slowly in the rain and getting wet. The idea of walking slowly and enjoying it just didn’t appeal to me. I think today is the first time I have ever taken the time to slowly dawdle through the rain and enjoy it and it felt wonderful. The air was fresher than it has ever been before and it felt awesome to just let it fall down on me. I was tempted to find some halfway shelter like a tree and stand there all day long, enjoying the soft drops of rain.

I just remembered this kick-ass story from when I was a kid. I was about 9 years old and my brother would have been about 5. There was a huge storm at my Grandmothers house and the back yard was getting flooded. I had a friend over visiting and we decided to get our “boogie board” and slide down the hill in the mud and rain. What a blast! Can you picture the look on my Grandmothers face when she gets two sopping wet Grand-kids and one of their friends belting on her back door because they are done playing in mud all day and want a bath! She flipped. We were a god-awful mess too, so I can hardly blame her. I guess she figured we were on the veranda playing cars or something, because I think it took her entire concentration not to drop dead with fright!

Actually, consider this a little story time because I just thought of another. All these memories regarding rain are coming back to me and now that I am on a roll I don’t want to stop typing. All through my childhood from about 5-14 years of age I played football (not American football, Rugby League) along with most of my cousins. Anyway, when I was about 12 or 13 or something we had to travel away to play football, actually I can’t even remember where we went, but when we got there it was raining heavily. The fury of a thousand pissed off gods was beating down on this football field; I can’t even begin to tell you how hard it was raining. So here we are ready to go home and the coach’s and officials decide to have the matches anyway. Why not? It was only a bit of rain and no one minded at all. Although I hated the rain, playing football in it was a complete other story. So anyway, we take a look at the draw to see what teams we are playing when and the first game we had to play this team called PCYC (Police Citizens Youth Club). These guys were well known as bad sportsman and had many players who would be very cruel and always tried to inflict a lot of pain. So as you can guess we weren’t stoked about playing these guys, but we had little choice. Well! About 5 minutes into the game, two of the “big tough guys” walked off the field crying! I mean bawling into their boots, asking for their mum, baby liked howling! All because they had mud on themselves. Well my whole team stopped and laughed at them and pointed and jeered and had a blast at their expense. Why not too, they had been complete assholes for years to us and we finally got the last laugh. Neither of those guys played for the next 6 or 7 weeks because they were so humiliated and due to that we ended up winning the competition. Well it was so satisfying to know that these guys who thought they were almighty were actually a pair of sooks in disguise.

About Cars

You know what I hate? I am 21 and I own a WRX, it’s no big deal, it’s just a car. I love my car, I bought it because I love the make of car and it makes me happy. I didn’t buy it to show anything off, as a matter of fact I seldom come even close to breaking the speed limit. I certainly didn’t buy it so that every dick head I see can say to me “so how does she go?”. “Well wanker, I spent $30k on a car that doesn’t run good and is slow”. I mean honestly, why do people feel the need to ask me how my car goes? The car is driven by about 40% of the worlds rally teams and do people expect me to say anything but “it goes terrific”. That is something that really just shits me.

I just made an order at I finally got sick of waiting, so I bought myself a good PHP Book and Wil Wheaton’s book, Dancing Barefoot. told me that it should arrive around about September 2nd or some such thing. I don’t want to wait, but I guess I have no choice. Once Dancing Barefoot arrives I will be reviewing it and most likely blowing sunshine up Wil Wheaton’s bum bum in the hopes he will see my weblog and reply to the email I sent him. I am way too lame to ever hope for such a thing, but I vow before all who read this that when and if I get to America I will go to a convention and offer him sex… or maybe I’ll just shake his hand.

So anyway, it’s 10pm and I am dog tired – how lame is that. If my life was any more boring you could make a TV show about it and call it “I have the most boring life ever”… Or not. But seriously, things should get exciting any minute now… Yep… Any minute now… (insert insect noises here)