13 January, 2010, Sydney, Australia~

Dear Journal~

Tottie Brighton here.  How are you?  I'm doin' good, just burnin' up!  'Tis brutally hot here, temps in the 30 degree range (that's Celcius, not Farenheit).   Translated, it would be temps are in the nineties.  Bloody hot for this time of year -- and no bloody air con to cool us off!  Blast!!

I would go for a dip in the ocean on the beach, but that's a no go:  too much risk of box jellies or salties (crocs); either one can kill you if you ain't careful.  So I just stay in and sit by the box fan, hopin' to get some cool air.  :/

Me stupid hubby, Bobbo, went surfin'.  Don't know why he does; he's only askin' to be shark or croc bait, or at least get stung by a jelly!  Don't know what I were to do if that were to happen; I pray for his safety each time he goes out on the water!  Hopefully he'll be back before too long; I worry meself sick when he isn't here ...

What if something happen to me mate??  Who would take care of me?? 

Damn you, Tottie ... quit bein' such a spoiled brat!  Think positive; no good thinking bad things!  Put your trust in the Lord; He'll get you through; she be apples soon ...

Oh, praise you, God!  I see me husband's truck pullin' in the drive.  Whew!  Thank you, Jesus!!

Hang on, I'll be back in a bit; gotta let 'im in.  He must have gone to the store; he has tinnies and other shit (groceries); he's loaded with bags!  Be back shortly ...

Okay.  Now I'm back.  Anyways, it's bloody hot here; feels more like a sauna, she does!  Sunny, nary a cloud in the sky.  Sky even looks hot; it's miserable, that!  Just hope no fires start springing up; we had enough of that last summer!!  (No fires here, but you could smell them or see smoke if the air blew just right.  Very frightening,that!!)

What I wouldn't give to dip me body in the ocean or at least go on an Alaskan cruise ... that'd be aces!!  Anythin' to cool meself down!!

I am doing pretty good, just hot.  And with me artificial leg on, me stump just sweats and starts itchin' to bloody 'ell, so I gotta take 'er off and crutch it everywhere; prosthesis only rubs and makes me stump sweat.  It's horrid!!  And when I'm on me sticks, can't do much without risk of falling!  GRRR!!

At least I ain't preggers; thought I was a few weeks prior, but no.  False alarm.  Maybe it's a good thing?  Don't think I could take being preggers with the heat!!  That'd be horrid!

I still want kids, though:  maybe a boy and a girl, maybe two of each.  If so, I'd name 'em Bobby (after Bobbo, of course; he'd be a Junior), Lara, Meagan, and Caden or Colton, somethin' like that.  Just not goin' to pull no Louisiana Sanduskys, what with her sixty million kids!  I still say she's daft!!!!

I love kids, but not even thinkin' of having sixty kids!!  Arrggh!!  LOL

Love kids, but not that much!!

I called her yesterday to see how she was gettin' on; she be apples.  No worries on her end.  Nice to hear her voice; she's one of the giggliest people I know!  Laughs all the time!!  (Or just about every time!)

O, bloody 'ell!  Gotta run; there's a big, fat funnel web in the kitchen; gotta get Bobbo to kill it!  I hates spiders ever since a funnel nailed me last year; they freak me out big time!  I gotta get outta here 'fore the funnel strikes me again!  O, hell, they give me the creeps!!  Will write soon; toodle-loo!

~Love, your m8 in Sydney, Oz, Tottie Ruth.  :)