A Terrible Day is Upon Us.

Five years ago I started my Saturday morning the same way that I had started many before that, by driving to the Mentone Aquarium to buy treats for my two turtles, namely Feeder Fish.

Whilst waiting for the sales assistant to bag me up some fish, I gazed lovingly into the Turtle enclosure, like I always did when I spotted a Turtle unlike the rest.

He was light grey, and far smaller than the others. He also had a peculiar look on his face, which intrigued me.

I asked the guy about him and he told me that he was not for sale, he was different to the rest and the staff here looked after him. I left with my feeder fish, and my number in a book incase they ever decided to sell him. 10 minutes after I left, I received a call saying to come back and get him.

I didn’t even think twice and spun an illegal U-Turn and went and claimed my prize, Alby.

I named him Alby as he was so light colored, original right? 

He got along swimmingly (get it, get it) with my other two turtles and they lived a happy life together, often going out on the verandah to bask in the sun, chasing feeder fish around the tank, walking around my bedroom, taking food out of my hand and rising to meet me as I approached the tank.

Over the past 5 years, the other 2 passed away and I was obviously devastated. I thought Alby was in it for the long haul, even after the vet who I took him to after I got him because he didn’t eat as much as the others, told me they probably hadn’t sold him because he wasn’t the picture of perfect health. It didn’t matter, I loved him and he loved me.

I often took him to Treasury Gardens and let him run around in the grass, and he loved it.

He seemed fine when I fed him on Sunday, and he went for a little walk around the apartment. Then, this morning, I woke up, did my stuff and went to wave hello to him and feed the fish that he never got around to eating, who are now massive, and he was dead.

I know, I cant believe it either.

I’m so sad. Turtles live until they are about 150 years old in the wild. Geefa even mentioned my turtles in his wedding speech.

The fish were darting around like crazy this morning, so they obviously knew something was wrong.

I don’t know what happened. He is still in the tank because I can’t bear to look at him, its all too sad. I’ve asked Geefa to come and take him out for me. The Husband isn’t here to do it.

If I cant even manage to keep turtles alive, what hope do I have?!?!!

People tease me because I love my turtles passionately, like people see their dogs as children. Now what do I have?! NOTHING!!! 

Duckies. Sun. Redness. Gay Time (keep it clean please).

How beautiful has the weather in Melbourne been? These are some pics I took over the last few days, lapping up the sunshine and keeping my fingers cross that it will be sunny and clear in 18 days. Knowing my luck it will snow! Oh well. The one thing that you cannot even try and control!

Treasury Gardens Duck Pond

These little ducklings are amazing, there was 8 of them and they were approaching the humans (with the Mama Duck watching closely) and letting them feed them.

The fact that I could wear thongs was great. The book I was reading was crap.

My chest actually got sun burnt, and has left a crappy straight across tan line. Not good timing!!

I love the Fitzroy Gardens. It is so peaceful there.

Duckies.

These are the Rosemary Sprigs that my future Mother in Law is making for the wedding.

S and I had a lovely little outing to a park in Geelong, and I took some bread with me in the hope of feeding the ducks, but every time I went near them they swam for their lives. I just wanted to feed them! Later on, S was successful in coaxing them to the waters edge and feeding them, damn him.

I lost him to the Crackberry. What's new?

We also drove out to Bacchus Marsh to meet with our florist, who had a studio in Prahran when I first met with her but then advised she was closing the Prahran studio.

Upon arrival at the florist, I was advised that the lady who I had met with, and loved, sold the business and that she had nothing to do with them any more. I don't think the new florist really gets me, but I am not going to worry about it. I showed her as many photos as I could.

How terrible can flowers be?.. Don't even tell me your horror stories, please!!

I love it when I see S come out of the servo with an ice cream for me, especially Golden Gay Time. Have I ever mentioned that approx 25% of my views coming from people searching "Gay Time" online haha. Sorry to disappoint guys.

I also spent the weekend with my natural hair for the first time in ages. The longer and unhealthier that it gets, the bigger and looser the curls get. This is a good thing.

Other wise I look like Shirley Temple on Crack.



Unfortunately, my hair is in the worst shape of its life, so I am going to have it cut this weekend. Just a trim, nothing drastic. I'm not taking any risks before the wedding.

S believes that the difference between a good and bad hair cut is 2 weeks, so he has been growing his hair out to ensure that he gets the best possible cut possible.