Boss Of Everything

Short Film Short List

Posted on December 21st, 2009 by prinny.
Categories: Baby Stuff, News.

Let’s go! Tonight at midnight, they cull the field to the shortlist. Link to Nikon Film Festival here!

Help two hirsute boys make the cut. Help their Momma get a new Nikon D5000…. mmmmm, cameray goodness….

Please take a moment to register and comment, it’s Xmas or something.

Thanks!

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Morrison (Still No Middle Name) Scott

Posted on April 2nd, 2009 by prinny.
Categories: Baby Stuff.

Arrived, April 1st. Of course.

10:24am

3.1kg or 6lb 8oz – take your pick.

LOTS of dark hair.

HUGE feet!

Demonstrates intricate knowledge of muon-catalysed fusion and fond teller of reactionary war tales.

Named after/in deference to, Chris Morris and John Clarke. Two top funny, lovely blokes.

Let the games, begin.

Blissed out Mother, Chilled out Father and Big Oblivious Brother! xxoo

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It’s a Boy

Posted on April 1st, 2009 by prinny.
Categories: Baby Stuff, News.

More later….

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I’m not in hospital, this time.

Posted on March 12th, 2009 by prinny.
Categories: Baby Stuff, News.

I’m not.

Not even a bit.

Ok, I go there a lot but they don’t make me stay any more.

Now I want to stay.

Pfff!

We’re snowed under with techmology currently. It’s tops! It’s tops posh. I just cant tell you how MUCH I love STUFF!! ‘Speshully techy stuff! I’m up to Puss’s bow in bloody gigabites of glory!

Our two newest toys are; a Neuros. It makes stuff get on our telly from the computer and vice versa. It lets your telly surf the web and play YouTube clips and it even makes shows get on my iPhone (mmm my true love) in ONE easy step – IN iPhone format!! It archives all our old VCR (remember those?! heh) and DVD’s and *cough* pirated *cough* tv shows from off of the lovely electric internets. I can’t stop watching Nathan Barley – again. (seriously, note the web addy) Gawd we love Chris Morris! pant pant pant… Anything that gets more Morris in this house is going to be more welcome than a healthy 7lb baby stuffed full of hundred dollar bills! pant pant pant…

The other bit o lovely we’ve got is a teeny tiny eeePC on it’s way from the US (for B’s birthday/baby day/just cause he’s wanted one for ages day) and low and behold, it’s gonna be perfect for ME to take to hospital when I eventually have this 4yr old child removed. eeePC’s were the first of the full power mini laptops. It’s 10″ across fercrissakes! Solid state drive (no moving parts) loaded with the prettiest of Linux thingys (no money for YOU Mr Gates) a built in camera/microphone and all that jazz. Add one mobile broadband dongle and voila Barry, you’ve got the internet IN hospital (instead of being cut off like some 1960’s birthing mother in a remote Peruvian jungle somwhere). *sigh* See? It takes SO little to make me truly happy.

Oh and I ordered New Baby an Uglydoll of its own. Spike has FUGGER, New Baby will have this.

You gotta love a little UglyDoll. I think currently, they’re about the same size. New Ugly and New Baby that is. Kinda hoping New Baby is slightly less yellow. Oh, and two eyed. Biocular. Able to wink without blacking out.

2 & 1/2 weeksish to go… Nobody likes a latecomer.

The last ultrasound (one week ago) showed New Baby is only four pounds-ish. Ahhh? I beg to differ! That aint ALL cake or pancakes! Rinne and I haven’t even been to Monties ALL year!!!!!

Til that there explodes…

Boss o Fat Pants!! xxoo

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Dr House, still paging Dr House.

Posted on January 10th, 2009 by prinny.
Categories: News.

Well, I saw the New Years Fireworks from my hospital ward and today, the 10th, the finally let me come home. It’s all a mystery still. I have 30% lung capacity, a ’stable partial collapse’ of 25% of the right lung and areas of past evidence of clots, infiltrates, infection, Ikea throw rugs and profuse fluid accumulation. I’ve had a QV, PET, CT and CPT scan. A electrocardiogram, EKG, bilateral leg scans, lung function tests and PE contrast dye scans. This new kid WILL be born with cape, superpowers and radioactive byproducts. There’s no if ands or buts about it. I guess the list of stuff what I don’t even hardly have is longer than anything else. No lung cancer, no cardiomyopathy, no pulmonary ebolii, no deep vein thrombosis, no Dreaded Lupus Disease no scurvy, rickets or pox. I have an average sized 28+ weeks baby who, in spite of all the tests and drugs I’m on seems to be coping admirably – you know aside from relocating the womb up into what is left of my chest cavity. Moron.

Protocol suggested I should stay at the Woman’s Hospital until the baby works its way out of my mouth but sanity and whinging and a severe lack of internet connection prevailed. I’m home with an experimental new inhaler, more drugs and strict instructions to return weekly for review and a set of circumstances under which I should return by Ambulance if I’m slightly worried. Luckily, the lack of O2 takes care of most of my worries and I float around in a daze. I’m RIPE for ripping off is I guess, what I’m saying. heh Oh and fuck stairs. We have too many stairs. I say that the most.

Yay for the unbelievable care and attention I got from everyone at the new Women’s Hospital and not so new Royally Melbourne Hospital. And bless bless blessssssss my hubby who continues to be hilarious and supportive. Nana and Papa who ran Spike, ok Spike who ran Nana and Papa up and down the Eastern Freeway. And you guys who sent just the most hilarious useless crap a pregnant, swollen, dyspnic woman could ever ask for. Notable awards for Rinne’s 6pk of condoms, Lorin and Stew’s collection of truly inappropriate things. (the big winner seemed to be the blow up Bunnings Hammer) and Hubby’s contribution of the 6 inch wedge heeled slippers that a sober drag queen would have trouble waking in – when I asked for different shoes as my feet were too swollen to fit in the flats I’d walked in wearing.

Ok – exhausted just sitting here at my desk I shall go recline. Someone shall feed me peeled grapes and someone else will poke my swollen belly.

This is gonna be a long long loooooooooooooong 10-12 weeks.

Boss O xxxx

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