Blogmobile Update
Gave the lads a call this afternoon, evening their time.
True to form I had caught them eating and drinking. Whale waiting for a beer, snuck out the back where it was quieter to speak to me while David, being the ultimate media slut was hogging the limelight speaking with his friends from television.
Sounds like David's road trip diet is consisting of pies, chips and beer. Whale is at least trying to keep active with the proteins, however I imagine that like in the Whalemobile there are loose chocolate wrappers in the vehicle, not belonging to Master and Miss Whale Oil. Perhaps now Mrs Whale Oil would be time to go check the car for those as the two times I have been chauffeured with others in the vehicle there has been discussion regarding the chocolate wrappers.
I inquired as to how the schedules were going as I know Whale (with child-rearing responsibilities and chauffeuring) is an early riser and David, well, it's bloody hard to get him anywhere before midday. Tension in those ranks indeed. Whale is a competent organiser of schedules. David needs his phone surgically removed by the sounds of it and struggles without Miss Ten to organise his life.
I advised that David do as little driving as possible, as the good owner of the Winnebago may have a seizure if he actually knew how David was at driving a car, let alone a small truck. Whale is a good driver even though his road-rage needs constraining, so expect letters of complaint to come Mr Winnebago Owner.
Before they could play any jokes on me or find me a hot guy to talk to, Whale's beer had arrived so I sent him back to drink with best wishes.
So ratings
Moods: 5 out of 5. Upbeat after the Key debate
Teamwork: 3 out of 5. David is obviously not a team player on tour.
Diet: 0 out of 5. You are only as strong as your weakest link. Pie-boys.
Bloguctivity: 1 out of 5. Both have been noticeably quieter on the blogging front and website needs updating.
Chicks: 1 out of 5. Whale is married. But even though Whale is trying to set-up for David, it sounds like chicks are coming second to watching out for John Key and the cellphone. Very sad.
Total score: 10 out of 25.
True to form I had caught them eating and drinking. Whale waiting for a beer, snuck out the back where it was quieter to speak to me while David, being the ultimate media slut was hogging the limelight speaking with his friends from television.
Sounds like David's road trip diet is consisting of pies, chips and beer. Whale is at least trying to keep active with the proteins, however I imagine that like in the Whalemobile there are loose chocolate wrappers in the vehicle, not belonging to Master and Miss Whale Oil. Perhaps now Mrs Whale Oil would be time to go check the car for those as the two times I have been chauffeured with others in the vehicle there has been discussion regarding the chocolate wrappers.
I inquired as to how the schedules were going as I know Whale (with child-rearing responsibilities and chauffeuring) is an early riser and David, well, it's bloody hard to get him anywhere before midday. Tension in those ranks indeed. Whale is a competent organiser of schedules. David needs his phone surgically removed by the sounds of it and struggles without Miss Ten to organise his life.
I advised that David do as little driving as possible, as the good owner of the Winnebago may have a seizure if he actually knew how David was at driving a car, let alone a small truck. Whale is a good driver even though his road-rage needs constraining, so expect letters of complaint to come Mr Winnebago Owner.
Before they could play any jokes on me or find me a hot guy to talk to, Whale's beer had arrived so I sent him back to drink with best wishes.
So ratings
Moods: 5 out of 5. Upbeat after the Key debate
Teamwork: 3 out of 5. David is obviously not a team player on tour.
Diet: 0 out of 5. You are only as strong as your weakest link. Pie-boys.
Bloguctivity: 1 out of 5. Both have been noticeably quieter on the blogging front and website needs updating.
Chicks: 1 out of 5. Whale is married. But even though Whale is trying to set-up for David, it sounds like chicks are coming second to watching out for John Key and the cellphone. Very sad.
Total score: 10 out of 25.
posted by Cactus Kate at 2:03 AM
4 Comments:
So no gratuitous sex scenes in the blog-mobile as per "Thelma & Louise" ? Surely given the amount of skanky trailer trash in most NZ towns scoring a root with little more than the promise of beer and cigarettes would be easy to arrange.
Had forgotten how un-sexy those high waisted 80's womens jeans looked. Very Terri Irwin.
Oh shame,Cactus I am so embarrassed that you have been in a Whaleoil vehicle, otherwise known as a rubbish bag on wheels ( whether it was my BMW or his 4 Wheeled drive )
The kids don't get choc bars so full marks for pointing the finger at Whaleoil. Empty coke bottles are all his too. The Mc Donalds trash is the kids I admit.
I of course eat nothing but lettuce leaves in order to maintain the gorgeous figure that is Moi so none of the rubbish could possibly be mine ahem.
Thank you for pointing out that he is married. Not all his female fans realise this. I added one of them as a friend on facebook and she asked me how long I had known the fab WO who she was trying to lure away from Auckland.I replied, " since he was 18. I am his wife."
She then hopefully replied, " but you are separated right? :)
" Nope I replied, we are still together and have never been separated "
I can only hope that she will now stop bombarding him with text messages and will stop sending letters and post cards to our house LOL
I've only been in the 4x4. Didn't see the McD's and as I glug back Coke (diet mind you) I can't be disgraced at that....the choccy bars....oh dear.
This female fan sounds a tad deranged. Even if she was smart enough to read she would see on his blog that he does indeed have a house and you and the kids live in it. Gawd. There's even pictures.
Even though that necessarily shouldn't put her off, sending ANYTHING to the married man's house is a NONONONONO. That's the definition of being a deranged psycho bitch. For presents to work marked "Private and Confidential" making sure the secretary isn't a different type of nosy psycho deranged bitch who opens mail or with a courier service that only accepts the recipients signature - that's the way to go and appreciated in kind at a later date.
And in the day of email, who the fuck sends postcards and letters?
Sure WO hasn't written these to himself and invented a facebook character to make him more attractive to you?
I don't believe there could be a woman out there this stupid. Least of all you are one of the scariest women I have met over the internet in terms of actually writing nice things about your husband.
This bitch is dull from the Dole Tree.
Just as well we don't have any rabbits and a large pot boiling on the stove.
Its WO's fault of course.No one will believe it but he can actually be kind to people.
{good lord SB - I had to cut all that out - too much information!!)...............
And thanks for saying that I am scary. That is a real compliment coming from you :)
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