I woke up with abs I never thought I had, there's enough cat fur in this place to build and army and I forgot to mention yesterday how the Geelong Football Club ruined a pay day for me.
'I CAN'T RAISE MY ARMS'
I forget the gyms name (probably my mind intentionally doing that on account of how much pain I went through at the time) but on one fateful morning while working on the Gold Coast, I was sent out to do some crosses at this people's choice gym and wound up getting caught in an exercise routine.
So many intervals. And frog squats. And cult like chants. There was dumbbell
exercises, encouraging slaps on the back, glances at the exit looking for the
best time to flee and pull ups. I didn't just ache at the end of it, I
throbbed in utter pain. And this morning when I got up, my chest felt like I'd
just replayed some of that fitness madness.
Only this time it came from
cleaning the house than high fiving someone far fitter than I'll ever be.
Before I found the time to knock out
yesterday's writing effort, I scrubbed and vacuumed, pulled weeds and dusted sills, wiped down windows
and mopped and mopped and mopped. I woke up bruised and battered and struggled
to shuffle over to the shower...
And then I came home today to
finish off what was left, all in aid of the latest rent inspection. Am I happy
with my efforts? Sure am. Is it perfect? No, it'll never be. But we haven't
knocked down walls or used the living room as an open BBQ pit so I'm sure
things will go just fine.
I wish the cat didn't shed so much fur though, it was everywhere and I constantly had to stop the vacuum to empty out the bag full of the stuff.
Also I realise now that I probably should have had breakfast too before
getting back to operation ship shape - I've been fuelled on a large cappuccino
from Cafe 2640 here in Albury, one of Lu's weapon's grade coffees made in a
Moka pot like above (which apparently smelt great I was told) and a cup of
water.
No wonder I felt like I was at the bottom of my own fuel tank come
the first weed I pulled out when I got home.
IT'S BEEN A WHILE BETWEEN MULTI'S
Especially winning Multi-Bets. In fact I think we need more uranium in the
Delorian to take us back to circa 1997 when I was working in a newsagency,
dating the bosses niece (although very few people actually realised that) and
eating all of the Fredo Frogs while I was there.
For a decent part
of my time there I worked with a great dude called Tony who's hobby including
flirting his bum off and punting across the weekend. And one particular
weekend after watching him come back loaded from the TAB once more, I gave him
ten bucks to put something on for me.
Which he did and while that
bet is lost to the computers of time, it did bring me back a very nice $100
which for a 17 year old kid working part time (making $72 per shift) was like
scoring a vast fortune.
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| How I probably looked serving behind the counter back then |
I would have truly exceeded that one over the weekend just gone, had the Geelong Football Club not beating Collingwood narrowly. Because after chatting to Schwatta our guru for all things AFL, I decided to follow his tips with a multi-bet, namely:
RICHMOND - SYDNEY - COLLINGWOOD - FREEMANTLE
And all going well, that $10 would have brought back a stonking $300.
If
only.
What happened though was...
RICHMOND - SYDNEY - GEELONG - FREEMANTLE
And Geelong only won by six points.
So that 1997 multi record still stands, 25 years later..
SIDE BUSINESS WITH GOLF
Today we learnt in the news that former Prime Minister Scott Morrison has been getting back into the game of golf after 15 years away. And apparently he's thinking this might make for an interesting side business. While he didn't go into detail exactly how, I'm thinking it's along the lines of: You pay him to play golf with you and if you win, you get to brag that you beat a former Prime Minister.
Which if you charge a few thousand per game, really isn't too bad a business
model actually.
However understanding that money is scarce at the
moment, I too have decided to offer something far more affordable = pay me $50
to play whatever and if you beat me, you can brag that you've beaten a current
Australian radio announcer.
Just $50 per game. A bargain really.
Any takers?
-Almigo
QUICK EDIT
I've just noticed these ads popping up on the site.
And while I appreciate all the advertisers that help generate revenue on this site, please don't take this ad (or the toothpaste version of it) at face value. Pouring coke into your fuel tank won't do anything other than make you look like an utter idiot when you take your car to the mechanic on the back of a tow truck. Apparently (I haven't clicked it myself) it's a fuel saving device that has nothing to do with pouring fizzy drink of any sort directly into your fuel tank.
This strange ad explained via Snopes.
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