The Ramblings of Elyse

I just ended that last post with two swear words and not a proper ending.

This might explain why some people think of me when they hear the phrase "Fuck you whore".

But I know plenty of people that say that kind of stuff.
Clearly, my circle of friends are horrible, horrible people...

I think that's what I love most about those crazy whores.

I realised I missed my chance for "It's fucking November: The Reprise"

However, it is still November and here we are still with the Christmas stuff everywhere.

I started this rant the other day and they were like "Yeah, well it's the Lord's Birthday".

Problems with this argument.
I accept Christmas stuff once we hit Advent, which is Sunday, which is actually the 29th of November, but Advent none the less.
Take THAT, Advent calenders, you miss two days of some kind of commercialization.

The other point is the way that the shops see Christmas has nothing to do with the whole Jesus' Birthday thing.

What I found hilarious when I was in the US is that to make up for the blatant commerialisation of Christmas, they would throw in the token Menorah to be all like "We don't hate you Jews! Look as we acknowledge Hanukkah as well".
The most amusing thing about this, Hanukkah is not that major a Jewish holiday at all... or not that significant but alas, the token gesture.

Stupid commerialisation and it goes on and on and on...

However, that being said, this year I'm getting a Santa photo. Dammit.

In Decemember, where Christmas belongs!

The Christmas tree at my office went up at the beginning of October, it makes me rant every time. Apparently this makes me a grinch.

I think they mean the Dr Seuss way and not the HIMYM way... because otherwise... Bitches.

Bastards.

Some days I find myself thinking "How awesome is the internet" and then I think about it and then I find stuff like this...

Awesome...



And then I find stuff like this and makes me think...

Should I get something awesome and nerdy for



Or how much do I need to make Mar(t)y McFly's dreams come true...

or how we just need to flight suit up...


Oh, the internet, it's a marvelous place...

I was going to write this yesterday, but you know... work.

Yesterday was the second of November. It is a day that I'll forever be etched into my memory.

Mainly for one reason, 2004.
2004.

Yes, it was the day I finished my HSC. 13 years of school done and dusted and then to play the waiting game.

In '05, I went to court that day... or around abouts then. I won. I'm not allowed to talk about it.

It seems that November is the time for all the decision making.
The 2nd of November this year, I applied for a home loan, or atleast pre-approval.

I don't know how that will go. Nothing is really in my price range, so I'm not sure how that is going to work out at all.

The 2nd of November I also fixed up my enrollment forms.

It's just weird to think about it.

These are the days that mark significant events in the ticking of the boxes of growing up.

It's also interesting to note that I'm now worth more dead than alive.
That being said, I don't have a will, so at this point in time it goes to my parents... who don't read this, so ha, murdering me will not benefit any one financially!

Good to know.

Talking about good to know, I finally worked out how to spell financially and finance without spell check.
And that is awesome.

I've really got to learn to let go.

This is the greatest website ever.

Click the link.
For more of the awesomeness!

So there I was sitting at my desk looking at the internet on my phone. It was twitter... That's not actually blocked on my computer, so I just can't explain it.

But alas there it was, a post from the delightful Lexi, I'd link but you know, she constantly has stalker issues. Man, it was hard work getting on to that roster for my stalking Lex needs... oh... I just typed that.
umm.. hi!

So yeah, I was reading stuff from Lexi about her resisting the urge to pat the drug sniffing dog at the station.

Now, I've been wanting to write this post for awhile and that triggered my memory.

What's the etiquette for dogs?
My boss frequently brings in his dogs to the office. He has two chocolate brown poodles, one is like a tea cup so is tiny. They are both very, very cute.
I have no problem playing with said dogs because they are super cute and I know my boss.
Though, the other day while in fucking Maroubra, I saw someone walking their dog and it was a massive husky... A MASSIVE HUSKY! SO CUTE!
I just want to go and pat it and maybe steal it, but you know... I can generally resist that urge.

Then it comes to working dogs.
I don't think it's become apparent yet, but little dogs creep me out. Something about a dog fitting into a handbag is wrong. I totally just typed hangbad, which is hilarious and very wrong, but not the point.
Little dogs in handbags, what the hell world? What the hell!
So yeah, big dogs... Awesome!
Thus, seeing the workin' dogs?
Fricken awesome since guide dogs are generally Labradors and police dogs German Shepherds.... they have another name which takes out the word German, but I don't remember what.

There is a blind guy at the station in the morning sometimes and i see him with his guide dog. His dog never seems all happy and joyful, so I just want to pat it and play with it, but he is a working dog!

The worst case I ever had of wanting to play with a guide dog was when I was at mass one day helping out with music in Newcastle and there was a blind guy with a Black Lab sitting like directly in front of me. He'd like sit and laydown as well. Very cute.

Though, the drug sniffing dogs are the station are my favourite because German Shepherds! I think they are one of my favourite breeds of dogs.
So, obviously, my bag and I get sniffed and I pass, it's the whole drug free thing. This I almost feel should give me a pass to let me pat the dog, however, they are working and that would be weird.
I don't like it when people come into my place of work and just like stare at me. Sometimes I do get patted by my boss, but I imagine the same thing happens with the police dogs.
Man, that last part. Not a lie.

My rule when it comes to dogs is to resist the urge and unless they are in my general vicinity to leave them be. However, if some dog comes up to me all pat me! Give me attention, then all bets are off.

I think I might visit my brother's puppy...

In conclusion, I am going to have to spend more time at this website. LOLDogs... way better than lolcats.