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Monday, December 14th, 2009
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11:01 am - It's finished!
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Hurrah! The bathroom is now complete!
The lovely guy came around this morning and installed the shower screen. I felt kind of sorry for him, he came down-stairs when he was finished, and was sheepishly telling me that he'd ended up having to install it backwards, because it was going to hit the toilet if he had it swinging outwards, which is the usual way. As this is a custom built screen, meant to swing inwards, I was worried for a moment, then reassured him that this was in fact the right way round! Apparently, the build and install order he'd received hadn't mentioned the direction of swing, but I thought the hinges might have given it away.
Yesterday, Paddy and Glissom and I painted the bathroom ceiling, architraves and back of the door, and installed a soft protector on the door. Much fun was had taping all the drop sheets in place, plastic coating the whole bathroom, and laughing about the shocking paint job the former owners have done all through the house, where they've obviously just painted without prepping and gone over things like light switches! I looked at the door today when Paddy and I re-hung it, and it's not my best work, but the door is badly damaged anyway, and when we can afford it, will be being replaced. so meh.
Now just the work in the kitchen to do done, then I can work on the other current fight with the Strata about the fence!
current mood:  happy
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| Thursday, December 3rd, 2009
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3:12 pm - It's been a busy month
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| Monday, November 9th, 2009
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8:33 am - Achieving things!
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So, I have managed now to do one of those odd things it sometimes occurs to you to do. I have driven the entire length of the M4, start to finish, in one go. Yeah, I sometimes just get strange desires.
In this case, I had a destination in mind, and went to spend the evening and morning of the next day at Orange with a dear friend I don't get to see nearly enough of. Bring me instant transport technology! I NEED IT! Orange was lovely, reminded me a lot of the area I grew up in.
It was only a four hour drive each way, but I was very tired by the end of it. I had intended to stop of at the Jenolan Caves on the way back, but missed the turn-off, so that's for next time. I was kind of saddened by the view during the drive. It was like constantly driving through suburb after suburb most of the way, and worse. It was obvious where these tiny little old towns had been, you could see the buildings, but in between them were these cookie cutter blocks of houses and town-houses, like so much padding. All character was being eroded away by trendy in-fill housing. Yuck! I didn't feel like I'd really managed to get out of town until I got past Bathurst.
In more positive news, work on the bathroom starts in a week! And I have managed to save about $500 by buying the bath directly from the manufacturers. So that will be being delivered on Friday morning, and I will go out in a few minutes and buy the other bits and pieces we need, which is 2 sink mixer taps, one bath spout, one shower mixer tap and one shower diverter.
I'm very excited by this, and really looking forward to being able to have a long shower without fear of flooding the kitchen!
Talking to the guy at the factory was funny. We were discussing the length of the bath I've ordered since it comes in four different lengths, and he was not sure I'd need the longest one, since it is quite wide. He was a bit concerned about the space we're trying to fit it in, but I pointed out to him that I'm 6 foot tall, and not the tallest person in the house. He thought that was funny, and agreed that the longest bath would be the best.
I love that people still assume woman are short, and because I have a very feminine phone voice, people who don't know me picture me as very different to what I am. I'd love to get someone to describe what they assume. I'm sure it would be a very dissonant moment.
Well, I haven't had a quiet day since finishing work, and today is going to be no different. I need to go to the strata office now, then to the bank, then to the plumbing supply store, then to Francine's since she's going to help me do my hair for my interview, then to the interview, then I need to spend the rest of the day getting the house in order for the builder. Which means moving furniture and boxes out of the way, etc. I need a nap!
current mood: excited
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| Tuesday, October 27th, 2009
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10:13 pm - So, that was my last print day
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No more calling customers for copy, no more chasing missing images, no more fighting with a system not designed to handle the load it gets on print day, no more last minute contracts, no more arguing that MAX 5 photography bookings print day is not negotiable due to slow down effect on the process flow for the entire publication, no more fiddly little changes, no more last minute re-builds.
On the other hand, no more random cake, no more random inflatable baseball bat attacks, no more group wtf moments over truly priceless requests, no more work-place with a sense of humour, no more tolerant fun people to work with, no getting to watch the worlds least maternal woman get rounder by the day, no more artistic development meetings, no more best group of people I have EVER worked with.
One of the things I was constantly amazed and thrilled by was how many people I worked with were also published authors, published children's book illustrators, or had their own gallery showings for photography, paintings, and computer created manga artworks. There was also a very high proportion of musicians there. It was a really creative bunch of people.
I'm not going to miss the job, although I was GOOD at it, and enjoyed the success I was having, and the amazing things I was achieving.
The break-up party is tomorrow night. Boy am I going to miss all of them.
And I still need a full time job, or an obscenely well paying part-time one.
current mood:  distressed
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| Wednesday, October 14th, 2009
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9:11 am - Need to remember to just breath.
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So, I have a job interview today. This is a good thing. And I'm excited.
Of course, for me, excited translates to so stressed I want to throw up! Still, I've done everything I can to be prepared for it. I have:
new clothes
new shoes
new necklace to match
dyed my hair back to a normal shade (Thank-you Chaedy)
new make-up
subtle spicy perfume
booked an appointment to get my hair cut and styled before the interview
completed a seminar on interview techniques, tips and tricks
researched the organisation
I am now going to:
read over the cover letter and job application I sent and remind myself what skills I highlighted
read over the position statement
CLEAN THE HOUSE
Displacement activity. Isn't it great?
And of course, today I miss Lu dog. I wish she was here.
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| Wednesday, September 30th, 2009
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11:43 am - Why is it, the more I like my job, the harder it is to keep?
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So.
A year ago my job sucked.
i would have done almost anything to make it go away.
6 months ago things improved
3 months ago, it started going really, really well.
I started to really enjoy my job, and feel really positive about the future.
Today, I was made redundant.
And it’s frightening.
I’ll cope because there’s no choice.
But it doesn’t mean I’m happy.
So, if you know of any jobs going, or need a good PA, call me.
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| Friday, September 11th, 2009
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3:48 pm - I can have a bathroom! And a fence!
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Today is going FANTASTICALLY!
Squeeeeeeeeeeee!
Just got the news from the insurance company that the insurance company has signed off on the bathroom repairs.
They’ve given me the list of things that they’ve agreed to cover as well, so now we know roughly how much money we need.
So, on my list for this afternoon is calling the bank about getting a personal loan to consolidate the car payments and bathroom stuff into one thing.
If it goes well, we may be in exactly the same financial weekly position, if the bank agrees!
Also, earlier this week I talked to the department of fair trading about the thing with the fence-line, and they told me what I needed to do to force the issue with the Strata.
So I did.
The Strata manager phoned me and tried to intimidate me into backing down, so I mentioned that my actions were on the advice of the department of fair trading.
He backed down so fast, I’m surprised he didn’t get whiplash! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
We have a new fencer coming around Monday morning to do up a quote, so there is progress there too.
(Edit)
Just spoken with the builder who says that they have recieved an email saying the repairs will no longer be required.
I think the insurer has decided to go with another builder. I hope that's what's going on.
(Edit 2)
Yup. Different builder.
current mood: ecstatic
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| Monday, September 7th, 2009
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10:14 am - R.I.P Keiran
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| Saturday, August 29th, 2009
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8:08 pm - What am I supposed to say?
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Everything is freaking me out at the moment.
People, the way they treat each other, biology, especially biology.
I had another episode on the way home tonight while driving the car. Unfortunately, my husband was with me this time, so had to watch it. I feel bad about that, but at the time, couldn't stop it.
Practical me was driving the car and reassuring him that we weren't in any physical danger.
The other me was crying, shaking and screaming.
Strangely, I feel safe while I'm driving.
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| Sunday, August 9th, 2009
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12:01 am - How to describe a feeling?
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I've been searching for something to help describe how I feel right now, and the new icon is the best I could find.
I feel dislocated.
Like I'm watching myself behave, while the practical part of me gets on with it.
Something triggered it tonight. I was reminded I was going to have the house to myself and I thought "It'll be nice to have a quiet evening in, just me and Lu dog." Then I remembered, and started crying. I hoped in the car, and suddenly I was in two minds. The practical part of me started driving, started trying to find my way home, navigated, dealt with other road users, and watched what the other part of me was doing.
The other part of me did nothing but cry, and cried in a way I don't think I ever have. It was more like screaming, and it was completely out of control. I don't think I could have stopped it if I'd wanted to, but it didn't seem to be entirely mine, and I had no interest in stopping it, or doing anything else about it, I just watched it happening.
It took about half an hour before it stopped, and now it's like that part has just gone. Maybe it's asleep. Currently, nothing feels completely real. I know that it is, and am behaving in all the ways I normally would, there's just no reason to do so. It's like the entire world is a movie and I'm just watching me act in it.
current mood:  indifferent
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| Sunday, July 26th, 2009
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10:56 am - Day 3 ALD
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Last night Keira noticed that Lu dog is gone.
She and Lilly have divided the house between them so that Keira almost never comes into our bedroom, and only ever did so to smooch Lu dog and curl up in bed with her when it was really cold.
Last night she came in, sniffed around where Lu dogs bed used to be, and sat calling the way a mother cat calls for it's kittens for a few minutes. She did this again this morning. I hope she gets over it soon. It breaks my heart in whole new ways.
current mood:  gloomy
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| Thursday, July 23rd, 2009
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1:16 pm - RIP Luanna Morag October 1993 to July 2009
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Camping!
When I was a stupid, naive, inexperienced, hyperactive 19 year old, the best thing ever happened to me. A small 8 week old black puppy, already claimed by Carla who had owned the dog who had given birth to her, looked up and claimed me as her human through and through. Gracefully acceding to the puppy's wishes, Carla decided to keep one of the other pups, and the four of us went down to the park, so we could get to know each other.
I lay down on my stomach in the grass, and the puppy climbed up on my back, and growled at every person and dog in the park if they even looked our way.
You're so mean, Mum.
When we went back to Carla's house, I went through a name dictionary and picked a short list of names I thought would be good. Then Carla and I sat at either end of the hall, one of us playing with the puppy, while the other called out names off the list. When we got to Luanna, she decided that sounded good, and on the third repetition walked the length of the hall. Starting at the other end of the list, we did the same thing, and when we got to Luanna, she reacted immediately, trotting off down the hall. Having clearly told us what her name would be, Luanna and I spent a few quiet days doing nothing much, with lots of cuddles and with me feeding her cat biscuits one at a time.
Since I didn't drive at that point, I had to take a bus across the country, so had to leave my puppy with Carla, until a friends dad was doing a freight run between the towns. Jacqui waited with me, and was there when this enormous Coke truck pulled up, and he reached into the darkness of this cavernous space and lifted down my teeny little girl. We both laughed so much when we took her to the park and her teeth got stuck together when I gave her some wine gums. The look of intense concentration on her face was so cute, as she licked the lollies until they dissolved.
Being a poor student at the time, I could only afford to feed her dog roll, but wanting her to be healthy, I used to sprinkle it with dolomite powder for the extra calcium. She hated it so much. She quickly learned if she picked the dog roll up, she could shake it, and get rid of most of the powder, so I had to start mashing it in. Whenever things ran a little too tight, we would end up eating weetbix. There was a look she would give me when I put the weetbix down in front of her, disgust and tolerance all in one, that would quite clearly say "Broke again?!".
When she was three months old, she ruptured the ligaments in her knee, and a pin had to be put in to hold everything together while it healed. The vet said to keep her quiet and still (HA! freaking ha!), but she was so hyper that was impossible. In a month, she'd run around so much that the pin worked it's way out. I came home, and noticed a very shiny pin on the ground that looked like surgical steel, I picked her up and there was a little hole in her leg. One x-ray later confirmed it, so she had to have the surgery I could barely afford the first time, again! Because she was still growing, the pin couldn't be left in place or it would deform the joint, so one month after that, there was another surgery to take the damn thing out. The vet neutered her for me for free as a kind of consolation prize.
A couple of months after that she learned road sense the hard way, by being bowled by a car. One lucky escape, and a nasty concussion later, and we were finally starting to get settled.
Then there was all the stuff she destroyed. She ate every pair of shoes I owned at the time, about 26 pairs in all, my wallet and all the cards in it three times, the wooden legs off my spare bed, she ripped the carpet in my flat up, repeatedly did the toilet paper ad thing leaving streamers of tissue all over the house, ate half my flat-mates pillow, his juggling balls, his sheepskin slippers, and got tangled in the cables of a friends computer, bringing it crashing down on him and I, killing it dead.
And then there was the magic third date night. I had the flat spotless, I was going out with this guy on the third date, all going well, I was going to invite him home. When we got there, there were drifts of little foam pellets all over the flat. When I looked in the bed-room, she'd climbed up on the bed, pushed all the blankets and pillows down, undamaged, then spent her evening ripping all the foam off my mattress. All there was left was the inner springs. The date did not end well. (snigger)
Afraid of cats, honestly.
This morning, I had to have Lu dog put to sleep. She developed an aggressive form of liver cancer, and was in advanced liver failure. She hadn't been able to eat much at all for a week, and today wouldn't even eat chocolate. She was lethargic, couldn't breath easily, her legs were weak and shaking, and she was nauseous and retching periodically. I wish with all my heart that I didn't have to make the decision, but honestly, there was no choice.
Last night I took her to visit the majority of her human friends, so they could say good-bye. This morning, Glissom and I took Lu dog to the park, had a picnic with her, sat and basked in the sun with her, gave her all the cuddles she would let us give her, let her explore and sniff everything she had the energy to do, then took her to the vet and patted her as she left.
I had Lu dog for 15 years and 7 months out of her 15 years and nine month lifespan, and I am so glad in every way that she picked me. I worked out that she was with me for 46% of my life, almost all my adult life, and she has seen so many things happen that I would need years to tell you everything. Like the story of one stick becoming three sticks, her breaking a door with her head and barely noticing, Glissom carrying her up a ladder to get to the top of a cliff, the way she used to wake one of my flat-mates up every morning to ask him if she could get up on the bed with him then push him out of bed, or frightening him silly by hiding under his bed until he forgot she was there then licking him.
She has been my one constant joy and pleasure, the brightest, purest and most honest thing and I am lost, totally lost without her. In all honesty, I don't think I've ever been in this much pain, that I can remember.
One of the things I'm glad of is that everyone who spent time with her, has a story of her. Like the flat-mate who would always get sneezed on by Lu dog whenever we were driving anywhere, no matter where they were in the car relative to each other.
Please feel free to share your stories.
current mood: crushed
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| Saturday, May 23rd, 2009
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10:31 am - Well, less than fun, and not cheap
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One vet bill later ($335 btw) and I now have a new method for flea treating my cat. Yes, it is the flea allergy making her go bald. Having flea bombed the house a few weeks ago, with a type that leaves a residue in your soft furnishing for three months, and treated the other cat and the dog, we should have a low flea load in the environment at the moment. And with going into winter, the adult flea population should drop anyway, but we still have to flea treat Keira somehow.
Can't use Revolution that goes on the back of the neck and absorbs through the skin, she has sensitive skin and it kills her hair follicles. Took 18 months to grow back last time.
Can't use Frontline that goes on the back of the neck and dissolves in the oils on the skin, she has dry skin, so it sits in a blob and the fleas go around.
Can't use flea collars for the same reason, the fleas only die if they touch the collar, and they can go around.
Can't use flea powders, because they inhale it and it's really bad for their lungs.
Can't use flea pills, they only last a day, very long term expensive.
So, according to the Vet, we now go backwards in flea treatment technology, and apply the Frontline chemical to the entire cat manually. Apparently this has some advantages. The major one being it outlasts any of the other treatments on the market, so you only have to do it once every three months. It also works out cheaper. But.
You have to get an even application over the whole animal, including the face.
And the belly, and under the legs.
How many cats do you know that will hold still for this?!
It's a two person job. She behaved really well for it, I must say. She's sitting on the ironing board now looking like some mad punk spiked persian, with a look of murder in her eyes, but she didn't even scratch me once during the spraying.
I really hope this works, because the next option is even more primitive. Dips! And wouldn't THAT be fun!
Going to be interesting to see how she responds to the steroids she's on too!
current mood:  accomplished
current music: Da Funk by Daft Punk
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| Friday, May 22nd, 2009
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4:06 pm - I can't help it, it's funny.
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I know it makes me a bad cat mum, but.
MY FLUFFY CAT IS GOING BALD
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
She used to look like she was wearing pantaloons with a feather duster for a tail. Now, she almost has a rats tail, and is losing almost all the fur from her ribs back. On the plus side, I've had one of my curiosities satisfied. Her markings are on her skin too.
And yes, we have a vet appointment tommorrow.
current mood: amused
current music: Pink - Numb
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| Sunday, May 3rd, 2009
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9:27 am - Do I need to get a t-shirt printed?
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Quick Summary:
I have gender identity issues (the term is bi-gender, look it up)
I am not 100% straight (more like 60/40. TMI? Tough!)
I have a lot of friends who are like the above
And one of my brothers (whom I do love!) is gay, and went through hell because of it.
So, why did you think I'd be supportive when you came to me having problems because a friend came out, and asked for your support?
And why didn't you realize just how upsetting that would be?
( Hurt/Angry Rant )
So, do I need to get a t-shirt printed to avoid these misunderstandings? And what would it say?
"Confused, Confusing, and Irrelevant Anyway!"
current mood:  infuriated
current music: Cruise Control - Headless Chickens
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| Tuesday, February 24th, 2009
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4:48 pm - So, here’s a question: When is it appropriate to ask someone to identify their gender?
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For me personally, this comes up a lot! When I go shopping I will often be referred to as “Sir” by sales staff. And that is not a big deal to me. They are obviously meaning to be polite, I say “Ma-am”, they blush and it’s no harm, no foul. (Apart from re-enforcing my low self-image, but hell, that’s not hard!)
In a geek culture, such as a LARP, again, this will occur for me a lot. But under those circumstances, every one is being asked “So, what are you?” so it’s a clarification and again no harm, no foul.
I think the one that disturbs me though, is being asked in an SCA environment. Again, this happens to me often. I know I don’t wear the really spectacular outfits a lot of women do. Honestly, the majority of the heavies have more stunning outfits than I do too. But, I do wear female clothes. I wear skirts, I wear full length gowns, if it’s really sunny I’ll even wear head-scarves. And I have a feminine hair style.
Admittedly, there is no hard rule on any of the indicators listed, but they are usual. And mostly the exchange between us is similar to the first situation. A lord or lady I do not know personally, will greet me in passing with “My Lord”, I’ll correct them, they’ll be quietly horrified, and no harm, no foul.
This is not what happened not long ago. And even though I tried to have my usual “Meh, whatever” response to it, it bothered me. I think what bothered me most was the very public nature of it. Normally, it’s a small incident, between myself and one, or very few others, an error in polite rote responses.
This was a very forthright “Are you female or male? Because I’ve been told by some people you’re one, and by others the other.” It was done in a small enclosed space, in front of at least 15 other people, quite a few of whom I have known some time. The person doing the asking had no sense that what he was doing might be offensive, or might cause me embarrassment. He acted like he had every right to ask, every need to know.
I didn’t answer, but about four or five people I know well, who were standing beside him immediately corrected him. I fled. He never made an effort to talk to me under any other circumstances, nor did he seek me out privately to apologise. Others apologised for his behaviour, even though there was no way they could know he’d behave like that, or any way they could possibly have been held to task over it.
So, we get back to the question. When is it appropriate to ask someone to identify their gender? And a complementary question, how?
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| Wednesday, February 18th, 2009
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9:31 am - Ok, this is weird, but cool.
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| Friday, February 13th, 2009
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1:09 pm - Back from NZ
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So, I got back from NZ okay, and with a suitcase full of decent choclate. I know my budget was more limited this time, but I really have come to realise how much more fun a trip is when you have access to a car! It’s not that I didn’t get to do the stuff I really wanted, but I would have found it a lot easier with a car, and would have managed to fit a few more things in as well. Plus I wouldn’t have been stuck using the shuttle to and from Faire, which was a bit of a drama. Not going to do that again if I can possibly find a way, any way, to avoid it!
I got to hang out with Amie, which is something I wish I could do more. Jacob is getting so big, and is definitely taking after his Dad when it comes to build. If he ever develops an interest in heavy fighting, he’s going to be very well suited to it!
J’s skill with drawing portraits is getting really good! She’s done a lovely portrait of Glissom and I in our wedding outfits which has been put away nice and safe.
I got to spend time with Ajax, which was absolutely brilliant! I really miss him, and do hope to one day be able to visit him, Helen and Duncan in Scotland. It’s one of those places I’ve always wanted to go, and now have extra reason to do so. Plus I have extended family there that it would be nice to meet.
I got to spend a few days with my family on the coast. They’re all getting so old and frail! It’s frightening, it really is. I took my Mum to the Blackball fair, which was a lot of fun. The local fireman dressed up as a clown to be the master of ceremonies, and they had some very traditional games. Egg and spoon races, dressing guys in heels, pearls and aprons, and making them race to hang out baskets of clothes, sack races, etc. It was a good day.
Afterwards, Mary-anne, Becky, Mum and I went to Nelson creek for a swim. Mary-anne and Becky had never been there before so it was nice to show them around. That’s where I got a stone stuck in my foot though. Which ended up having to be cut out, but to start with, I thought I’d just bruised it.
I also got to spend some time with Carla, and to say hi to the boys, although they are now at the age where a random visit from someone they don’t see very often is just not as interesting as playing Destroy all humans. (I don’t blame them, it’s a fun game) I did get to give chocolate to Braithe though. So cute!
The next day, I took the shuttle over to Christchurch again, and got delivered to the airport where I was supposed to be collected by the shuttle. This did not go so well. Spike was wonderful though, and came back from Waipara to collect me and the other person whose flight did not match the shuttle time-table. So, after being stuck at the airport for 5 hours, I was a bit tired by the time I got to site. It was still good to see everyone, and to get coffee from the Mong.
I got to see so many people that I miss, including people who have been living in the UK! (so jealous) Again, I’m wishing for instantaneous travel, because I wish we could meet up more often. It was great to get to talk to Hera and David as much as I did, they are good people, who were working very hard being Stewards.
It was definitely a faire to remember. Baronial stepping down and stepping up, playing village soccer the traditional way, (brutal!) and the elevation of not just the two friends I went over for, but four! I would have been kicking myself very hard if I’d missed it. As it was, I had to miss the fourth one because of shuttle scheduling (again, not going to do that again if I can possibly find a way to avoid using the shuttle!) but I did get to attend the vigil the night before, and give my warmest congratulations.
Plus, having to leave Waipara almost an entire day early did mean I got to spend more time with Amie. We watched Torchwood. Happy!
The flight back was interesting. I was sitting beside an emergency exit, which had this big red handle that was just a little above my face. I think I spent most of the flight sitting on my hands, making myself not touch the shiny red handle. It was so tempting! :P
It was so good to get back home. I really missed it. Plus we discovered that we’d managed to save up just enough that Glissom was finally able to get a new computer, which is something that we’ve needed for a long time now. We picked it up last night, so I wouldn’t try to talk to him for a few more days, until he gets it setup just so. I love him, he’s funny!
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| Tuesday, January 27th, 2009
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2:38 pm - Weekend well spent.
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Enjoyed very fun day saturday playing great games with friends. Sunday went and saw an enjoyable movie with friends, then went out for dinner and gelato with them. Yesterday, got to potter at home, which was desperately needed, was at home for those younger friends who have to visit us for New Year, and then had a great time at a bbq hosted by exceptionaly great people.
All in all, a very good use of time.
Off to NZ after work finishes today. My work mates have almost all done double takes walking past the suitcase, with some asking if I'm coming or going. I'm glad I was at work today, since one of my work-mates who I've been missing is finally back today, after 5 months on sick leave after shattering his ankle. I got a great big hug, and it's so great to hear his booming voice and laugh sounding out over the office.
You know what? I love the people I work with here. They're all Good People!
current mood: satisfied
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| Monday, January 26th, 2009
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8:59 am - Been a while
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I noticed how long it's been since I've posted anything even vaguely meaningful here. It's not because stuff hasn't been happening, it has. It's because I've been unable to stay positive about anything long enough to write it down in a way worth sharing, or was unable to interpret it positively to start with. And that doesn't exactly make for riveting reading.
One of the things I try to do when I'm really in a funk is to avoid letting people see how bad off I really am, because it sucks to be around depressed people. They're no fun, hard work, and very needy. Which is not something I ever want to do to people I like.
So, things are improving. Life continues, no major disasters to report. Meh.
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