Friday, April 30, 2010

Phlebotomist's Nightmare

I had my bloods taken today (just 2 vials). The lady who did the jabbing was a student. It took her 5 minute to find my vein, 2 minutes to put gloves on (like they've never put gloves on in their life) and then took another 2-3 minutes finding the "lost" vein again.

The words you don't want to hear before or during surgery is "oops"; well the same goes for having blood taken. The "oops" I'm referring to is the moment after inserting the needle and feeling a little more than a "little sting". She punctured through the vein and gently stuck it into my tendons in my elbow.

Yes, it's sore. Yes, it got done eventually. And No, this is not the first time it's happened - my veins are a Phlebotomist's nightmare!

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Penguins: the other fried food

Sunday at the zoo, a little boy (at least under the age of 8) walked past me as I was packing up for my next duty and I couldn't help but giggle at what he had to say as he looked at the zoo map.

"Oh wow, there's penguins! We can put them on sticks and deep fry them!"

What are his parent's feeding him at home???

Monday, April 26, 2010

Nanotyrannus FOREVER

In my heart, there will always be

: Nanotyrannus

A separate species, not simply a "dwarf" tyrannosaurid or a juvenile

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Tiny but MIGHTY

I'm often teased about my height (or lack there of), generally by friends and family. I suppose over time, I just thought they simply enjoyed teasing me and that there wasn't any truth behind it anymore. I mean, I must have grown at some point.

Yesterday, I went with Ben to a small place in Malaga to have a look at telescopes. The manager was a very helpful guy, asking what Ben was looking for and then suggesting something "better" which still sat in the price range. The suggestion?

"You'll have no problem looking into the eye piece here, love. [To Ben] But you might have to kneel a little. Or you can prop it on a crate and it'll be at the right height...[pause - then turns to me] which might mean that you'll need to stand on a box too."

Heightist bastards

Friday, April 16, 2010

I'm so happy cos I'm a gummi bear! GUMMI BEARS!!

Its an addiction.
I've seen the same clip over 100 times at least...
and I still laugh EVERY time!


Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Here to lay down some cable

Is it just me, or is the sign for Perth Digital TV Antenna and Ariel Installation a tad... sexual?

UPDATE: 21 April 2010

Made me laugh to find that the logo changed to appear less erotic.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Got Omega 3?

I went into uni today to help a friend out with their essay and edit a couple of things for them. I know, I'm so lovely. As payment they offered to buy me a drink. Since I had my own work to do later I opted for hot chocolate.

I got up to collect my drink and placed it on the table to put a take-away lid on it. Of all the times I could have done this, I figured I'd take this opportunity to down a few multi-vitamins. One of which happened to be a fish oil capsule. I tried throwing it into my mouth but it bounced off my lower lip and fell god knows where, so I looked for it on the floor. Wherever it went, it was well and truly lost. I put the lid on my hot chocolate and went back to my seat.

As I was sipping it, I got this rather off taste. Finished drinking and not too long afterward I started burping fish. Guess I found my capsule...

Thursday, April 8, 2010

"The London Look" looks retarded

Ok, there's an ad on T.V that really annoys me. It's the Rimmel London ad for their Rimmel 1,2,3 Looks adjustable volume Mascara.

The blonde who hops on the motorbike at the end of the ad and says "Get the London look" sounds like a retard... like she has been dropped on her head one too many times. And the gap between her teeth looks like a coin slot.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Use and Abuse

The most beautiful sound is a content cat purring in your lap while gazing up at you. This is also because you have a warm mug of milk in your hand and you've spilt it one too many times... and it's only then that you realise... the cat's not there for YOU. Your heart breaks and a piece of you dies a little. But then you drink the milk and exclaim loudly "Mmmm that was really good, pity you aren't allowed any, kitty".

Me: 1 Cat: 0