So, we took Train to the vet today. We’ve been talking about doing it for a couple of weeks because her 1 year vaccination was due. Being the responsible pet owners we are, we clipped her claws in preparation of a little bit of anger and took her along to the vet.
During the short car ride in she was fine, mewed a little in a curious way but seemed okay. Once we got into the surgery, she got very, very quiet. Little did we know what was to come.
We took her in to the examination room, and she refused to come out of the carrier. That was an easy fix - the roof easily unclips. Turns out, that was a bad move.
Angry kitty had come out to play, and was not going to have a bar of any kind of check up or injection. The Vet did his best to win her over, but gave up and asked a nurse for assistance. He suggested to bring some gloves in, but she declined. Little did she realise what she was in for.
She put a towel over Train in an effort to get a hold of her (and to calm her down with darkness) and Train went mental. Not just a little mental, but totally fucking out of her little kitty mind mental. She was screaming and growling like an angry bear and waving her claws and teeth at everyone she could. The nurse decided perhaps the gloves were a better idea after being punctured with the aforementioned claws, and came back in to pin her down for the injection.
Train was so scared/angry that she lost control of her little kitty bodily functions and so not only did she get her nails clipped and a vet visit, when we got home she also needed a bath :(
The Vet was kind enough to provide us with a prescription for Valium ’so we could prepare Train for next time’ and we were sent on our way.
She’s totally fine now, doesn’t have a problem with us touching her or going near her, but geez, we’re going to have to prepare for the next visit. Thankfully it wont be for another year.
There’s a reason I couldn’t be a journalist, and that’s because I’m not that good at writing things as soon as they happen. Things generally sit for a day or two. If someone pokes me in that time, then I might write about it, if not, it generally gets forgotten.
But, on Thursday night, there was a power outage. It was near midnightish, and neither Jarod and I could sleep. So, we used the internets on our phones and discovered, thanks to ABC Online’s superior news coverage, that we could blame a Marrickville Chocolate Factory for the no powerness. (Or, perhaps the fact it was next door to an electricity sub station).
On Jarod’s super early bike ride the next day, he rode past and took a photo or two:

Apparently around 35,000 homes were affected, but all was restored by 6am.
Yay for sky explosions!! And Damish for once again letting us invade their rooftop!! And the City of Sydney for lashing out with 6 million dollars of fireworks in these times of financial crisis!! And to the sky writer who wrote ‘The Creator is Jesus‘ at about 8pm over Sydney Harbour!! And to horrible traffic coming back over the Harbour Bridge!!
Here’s to another fantabulous year on this humble little planet we call Earth.






I’ll be damned if I’m not having a much more quiet NYE in 2009.
I figure that I should probably do a filler post as the ‘last for the year’. I know I wont do it tomorrow — I’m not one of the lucky ones that has time off.
But anyway.
2008 in Summary:
January: Unemployed! I do miss it a little, but I don’t miss the no-money-coming-in thing.
February: Started with LEGO.
March: Spent lots of my pay on aforementioned LEGO.
April: Missed the Melbourne International Comedy Festival. Tried to ignore the coverage as much as possible.
May: According to our Google calendars, we wormed the cat. How exciting!
June: We started this blog, and I made the first post. June was also the month our hot water heater and electricity decided it wasn’t going to play fair.
July: I left LEGO and started with the mysterious Alliance.
August: Jarod created the LEGO Olympics. You may say that this should be in Jarod’s summary, but I don’t think you realise how much time, effort and table space was put into this. There was a very valid reason I made him pack the LEGO away at the end of the Olympics.
September: The second annual Train Day occured! Oh, and it was our one year anniversary. Aww.
October: Jarod finally got to meet my parents (lucky him) and I was no longer 21.
November: I got to see Emma finally get married. Through the lens, and all. (www.mrandmrshancock.com).
December: Jarod and I have now lived together for a whole year. And I keep forgetting special anniversaries like that. At least Jarod knows he’s pretty much guaranteed to look good when he remembers a date.
In 2007 I traveled a whole bunch - Melbourne, Brisbane, Perth, Adelaide… and this year kinda sucked that I only got to go to Bathurst, and that’s mainly because I wouldn’t have missed Emma’s wedding for the world. I didn’t get to see all the lovely people I made friends with in all those lovely cities (well, except Brisbane, I don’t call that city lovely), but thanks to the internets I can still say hi.
I have grand plans of going to Melbourne and Perth next year (along with our Brisbane trip for another wedding in Jan), but we’ll see how that goes. Apparently when it’s not a company business trip it costs money and you have to take annual leave. Aww.
Hope everyone has a fantastic New Year.
See you all in 2009.
We’ve already blogged about Train’s super ability to catch hair ties when flicked in her direction, but only tonight did we try take decent photos of it.
See how much kitty anger she has inside?

And can you imagine what those claws do to flesh?
One year ago today, Jarod moved in with me. I thought it was sometime next week, until he went and got me a pretty necklace while I was otherwise distracted at the shops.

Somewhat unfair, seeing as we agreed not to get each other anything for Christmas, yet I still end up with pretty things. But I’m not about to complain…
As Harley would put it, as black as the devil’s heart.
So yes, it’s (finally) back from the painters. Peter at Star Enamellers did an absolutely awesome job. A little too good a job really cause I’m considering chucking slicks and a fixed front end on the frame and never letting it see dirt, ever. Stone chips would make it less tasty.
Speaking of tasty…





In an attempt to make the blog slightly less tarnished after that post, I should also mention we bathed Train the other day. Oh the hilarity!
We came out unscathed, but she refused to look at us for the rest of the day. And also covered our bathroom floor in water while trying to escape.




we discovered Train is a robot.

Look at her EYES.
Thanks, Nokia!
So, I have this thing called Barry. Barry is a thyroid nodule. But he’s small, so he’s okay. But anyway. I was getting Barry checked out as it had been awhile, and they ran some blood tests on me at the same time. It turns out Barry is quite comfortable and fine and still pretending to be a bit of my thyroid, but I’m quite iron deficient. This is weird, because I like red meat. A lot. It seriously would account for 4 or 5 dinners in a week.
So, now I have to eat more red meat (happy to do so), but also throw in green vegies (not so happy to do so) and the like, and take a tablet a day for three months and then see how I go. And put up with everyone telling me that it’s all in my head and of course I can swallow tablets like everyone else, when really, it’s going to be an interesting process.
But, at the very least it explains my lack of energy and concentration for the past little while. I was just starving my organs of oxygen, that’s all.
(Oh, and no more giving blood for a bit…)