I went to my first ballroom dancing class last night - very weird. As a result my legs are just a little sore today - 2 hours worth of dancing, the front of my arches are a little tight (note to self wear heels next week), and my brain is completely stuffed (nothing unusual there).
Walking into the venue, a warehouse in the outer beach suburbs, I noticed a distinct lack of males there. This could lead to a few things: one - the men were going to be in their element; two - I would spend the night dancing by myself; or three - I would be dancing with many a woman. In fact all of the above occurred.
We 'learnt' 5 progressive dances. The jive, the barn dance, the mayflower (?), the meringue and the cha cha. I think I am clear on the jive and the barn dance. Everything else is a blur of "rock, rock, cha, cha, cha" and "side step, 1,2,3".
I could do the dances on my own quite well - only occasionally standing on the toes of another individual.
Starting with a partner lead to an interesting development. There are those within the world who really struggle with left and right, let alone counting and moving left and right. It is also interesting to note who, amongst the males there, had been in this situation before and had good deodorant on and were sucking on a mint. Note to self, take a few mints next week.....
Progressives are fun from the point of view that when you get turned around you really have no idea where you are going to end up AND if you are meant to move onto the next person - Good luck finding them.
What I have learnt from the whole situation - men lead with the left and women lead with the right. That's it. Joke for the evening - Why do women lead with the right? Because they are always right. I didn't think it was a joke - just a statement of fact.
I will resume nursing my bruised feet and ego.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
the line in the sand
So I decided to make an official complaint to my real estate agent today about the Western Front (aka neighbours out the back). I am SOOOOOOOO over them and their antics! It is not so much that they are loud - it is the lack of regularity that I object to. How can I get anything done if they are deathly quiet for days on end, and then suddenly loud an obnoxious one day out of 5 or 7 or 13? My timetable is completely stuffed because of them!
Sunday night - I think I might have said this, but I came home from HPV camp and they were watching TV in the back yard. Nothing much to do there, volume loud (normal) and they were drinking. Mum, daughter and her boyfriend.
Being as tired as I was I went to bed 9pm only to be woken at 11pm with the shrill sounds of the daughter laying into the mother. Much of it was tawdry but there were some priceless comments.
The situation, as I understand it to be, was that mum had kicked daughter's boyfriend out for raising a fist to the daughter. "Here,here" I say. The mum then went on to state that she didn't think the daughter should be involved in a violent relationship.
Daughter's comeback was the kicker! (pardon the pun!) She stated that she 'loved' the boyfriend with all of her heart and that she could see them spending a lot of their time together. She hit him as much as he hit her so it wasn't really violence at all.......
Daughter then asked her mother what right she had to tell her how to live her life as she was not a very good role model. In her 18 years she had witnessed her mother getting drunk, abusing and being abused by whatever men she was involved with and that this was all that she (the daughter) could remember of her childhood.
I thought that this was a good point.
The mother replied something, which unfortunately was in a low growl so I missed it, that fired up the daughter no end. Her reaction was like a firework going off in a gasworks factory.
The daughter screamed that what she felt like doing was going into the house and breaking EVERY window, glass and plate just to get at her mother. What right did she (the mother) have to dictate over her life now that she (the daughter) was an adult?
At this point the daughter stormed into the house (back door slamming gave that away to me) yelling some profanity or other. She arrived outside again and said that she was sick of the fact that every relationship she (daughter) had been in had ended because the guys 'HATED' the witch of a mother there.
At this point I was overcome by tiredness and decided to head back to my bed where I fell asleep to the monotonous sounds of screaming in the background.
Re reading this I realise that I must go out of my way to find out the names of the 'ladies' in this house. Would make the story a little less confusing.
So, back to where I started, I complained to the Real Estate Agent as I have had enough. They did something like this last year and I was a bit shocked but didnt do much about it. We are only in November and I have called the police once (cause it sounded like someone being punched), yelled at them to turn the music down and witnessed a really amazing fight. I hate to think what December, January and February will be like.
For my own sanity, I complained.
Sunday night - I think I might have said this, but I came home from HPV camp and they were watching TV in the back yard. Nothing much to do there, volume loud (normal) and they were drinking. Mum, daughter and her boyfriend.
Being as tired as I was I went to bed 9pm only to be woken at 11pm with the shrill sounds of the daughter laying into the mother. Much of it was tawdry but there were some priceless comments.
The situation, as I understand it to be, was that mum had kicked daughter's boyfriend out for raising a fist to the daughter. "Here,here" I say. The mum then went on to state that she didn't think the daughter should be involved in a violent relationship.
Daughter's comeback was the kicker! (pardon the pun!) She stated that she 'loved' the boyfriend with all of her heart and that she could see them spending a lot of their time together. She hit him as much as he hit her so it wasn't really violence at all.......
Daughter then asked her mother what right she had to tell her how to live her life as she was not a very good role model. In her 18 years she had witnessed her mother getting drunk, abusing and being abused by whatever men she was involved with and that this was all that she (the daughter) could remember of her childhood.
I thought that this was a good point.
The mother replied something, which unfortunately was in a low growl so I missed it, that fired up the daughter no end. Her reaction was like a firework going off in a gasworks factory.
The daughter screamed that what she felt like doing was going into the house and breaking EVERY window, glass and plate just to get at her mother. What right did she (the mother) have to dictate over her life now that she (the daughter) was an adult?
At this point the daughter stormed into the house (back door slamming gave that away to me) yelling some profanity or other. She arrived outside again and said that she was sick of the fact that every relationship she (daughter) had been in had ended because the guys 'HATED' the witch of a mother there.
At this point I was overcome by tiredness and decided to head back to my bed where I fell asleep to the monotonous sounds of screaming in the background.
Re reading this I realise that I must go out of my way to find out the names of the 'ladies' in this house. Would make the story a little less confusing.
So, back to where I started, I complained to the Real Estate Agent as I have had enough. They did something like this last year and I was a bit shocked but didnt do much about it. We are only in November and I have called the police once (cause it sounded like someone being punched), yelled at them to turn the music down and witnessed a really amazing fight. I hate to think what December, January and February will be like.
For my own sanity, I complained.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
finally!
Phew! What a week I have had.
Preparing check list:
1) reports - done
2) hpv camp (Human powered vehicle to the uninitiated) - done
3) year 12 marking - done
4) collapsing in a heap - half done, to be completed many times between now and the end of the year!
5) realising you have volunteered for another camp - done (yep - you read correctly, am going on the Duke of Edinburugh camp now)
6) needing to go shopping for my own sanity - no where near complete.
So after all of this I need to tell you about the Western Front.
They are working on an irregular timeline. I am not coping with it all. Sunday night I came home from the HPV camp and collapsed into my bed at about 9pm. Next thing I am awoken at 11pm by the dulcet tones of my two female neighbours (mother and daughter) having a good barney at each other.
We seem to have moved beyond the whole idea of just loud music and occasional swearing. Now it is taking a whole new turn. Home truths were coming out. There was mention of the fact that the mother had not been a good role model for the 18 year old lass and that the lifestyle she chose to lead (the 18 year old) could only be blamed on her mother. I was lying in bed when the fight started. I had to move, the best listening room in the house is the toilet. Wow! It was fantastic - "Days of our Lives" has nothing on this. Screaming, tears, threats of violence. Hmm! gotta love the neighbourhood. Last night was quiet. I think it might build up again. The ebb and flow is astounding. Not sure what to do really. Suggestions (within the limits of Australian law) are accepted.
Think it is time to go shopping now.
Preparing check list:
1) reports - done
2) hpv camp (Human powered vehicle to the uninitiated) - done
3) year 12 marking - done
4) collapsing in a heap - half done, to be completed many times between now and the end of the year!
5) realising you have volunteered for another camp - done (yep - you read correctly, am going on the Duke of Edinburugh camp now)
6) needing to go shopping for my own sanity - no where near complete.
So after all of this I need to tell you about the Western Front.
They are working on an irregular timeline. I am not coping with it all. Sunday night I came home from the HPV camp and collapsed into my bed at about 9pm. Next thing I am awoken at 11pm by the dulcet tones of my two female neighbours (mother and daughter) having a good barney at each other.
We seem to have moved beyond the whole idea of just loud music and occasional swearing. Now it is taking a whole new turn. Home truths were coming out. There was mention of the fact that the mother had not been a good role model for the 18 year old lass and that the lifestyle she chose to lead (the 18 year old) could only be blamed on her mother. I was lying in bed when the fight started. I had to move, the best listening room in the house is the toilet. Wow! It was fantastic - "Days of our Lives" has nothing on this. Screaming, tears, threats of violence. Hmm! gotta love the neighbourhood. Last night was quiet. I think it might build up again. The ebb and flow is astounding. Not sure what to do really. Suggestions (within the limits of Australian law) are accepted.
Think it is time to go shopping now.
Monday, November 19, 2007
little red caboose
Let me tell you all of the almost week that I have had. To take this journey you will need to look a little further back.....
I applied to mark the big exams at the end of final year of high school (big ones across the state etc) and got an email back saying that I was unsuccessful. This happened about 5 weeks ago. All was cool in my world. The end of school procedure for me was looking like - write reports, go on camp and generally wind down. So far I am coping.
I decided to keep going with the end of year concert with my year 10 classes (I remind you that they were brilliant) and just plod my way through the reports and then go to the camp as the chief chef and bottle washer.
My world changed slightly (nothing to get too alarmed about yet) when I received a parcel in the post outlining the music I had to learn by heart (15 tracks by 2 versions) BEFORE I came to the training meeting on Wednesday 14th. I was a little stumped so I re read the letter and realised that I might have gone up the ladder from 'rejected' to 'emergency marker'. I was still ok with everything. I learnt the music to the best of my ability (didn't really over exert myself as I was an emergency...)
Turning up to the meeting/training session on Wednesday afternoon I sat and listened to all the people in the room talking about the versions of music we had been sent. I took lots of notes, then decided to have a coffee - meeting still taking place. As I was filling my cup with coffee, sugar and milk (desperately trying to work out where the hot water was - check the next room) the chief examiner came out to get himself a coffee as well.
The conversation between us went SOMETHING like this.
WG (me): Hi.
CE (him): Hi, Widgetgirl isn't it? (name not quite right). I've heard about you.
WG: (incredulously) Really. What have you heard?
CE: Been told that you are very good. Captain X (the person in charge of the whole study design) has spoken highly of you. Said that I should have you on board. We are thinking of using you in the setting as well next year. You are good aren't you?
WG: (gulping) So there is no pressure is there. Good thing that I am only an emergency marker.
CE: Oh no, you're a full marker!
WG: (almost fainting) Oh........
Going back into the meeting I listened MORE intently and started to contribute lots of ideas which I thought at the time might have been relevant. Looking back at it now I realise that I might have OVER done it in my zeal.
It was during this time that I found out the numbers of what was ahead of me and started to do the emergency tap dance in my head. (The one that looks like you are dancing on hot coals with the face of an angel - you could be thinking I might also look like a duck. All serene on top whilst underneath frantically pedalling just to stay afloat!)
Once I had left the meeting - late I might tell you as I had to catch up on the MOUNTAIN of paperwork, I started crunching the numbers. I think I might have hit melt down moment but was able to contain it only to smack into that mode in earnest on Thursday night.
The numbers looked something like this - 100 exams to mark as first marker, 50 exams to mark as second marker, 123 reports to write (and I hadn't finished all the marking) as well as sending my results for the classes I co-teach(115 students in total) and preparing for the camp ahead. I then reminded myself that camp began on Thursday and that although the deadline for reports was Monday of the following week it would be better to get them done earlier. In the same vein I realised that I should get the exams marked asap so I could go on camp......
Thursday night, with my exams in tow, I sat down to begin marking and, you guessed it, the neighbours decided to fire up the stereo. AAARGH!!!!!!!!! I cracked it! I opened the back door and yelled "Can you turn down that F*#*ing music!" There was a sudden scramble and a male voice saying 'Turn it down, she sounds angry.' (really?). The music turned down - but not enough. I went back into mark. Oh the agony.
Friday - only marked 25, hit the panic button! Snarly and snappy all day due to lack of sleep and the overwhelming pressure that I wasn't going to make it! I pride myself on being organised so this disorganised phase was killing me. I realised that there was nothing more that I had to do but CANCEL nearly everything that I was planning on doing for the weekend....... I did get out Saturday night. (there was this nice looking boy there and he is quite cute...but I digress)
Lets skip forward to today. I have 20 left to go of the second marking (now at record speeds of 5-7 an hour depending on the handwriting) and have completed the send-out of marks. I have my reports to do (most of today, yay!) and I am planning the shopping list for home and for the camp. I think I can make it. I can also say that I have never been so pleased for school camps, exams and other activities taking place in the school...........
I now feel like the little red caboose and we all know how that story ends - or do we? I need to stop writing here and get on with the reporting process.
I applied to mark the big exams at the end of final year of high school (big ones across the state etc) and got an email back saying that I was unsuccessful. This happened about 5 weeks ago. All was cool in my world. The end of school procedure for me was looking like - write reports, go on camp and generally wind down. So far I am coping.
I decided to keep going with the end of year concert with my year 10 classes (I remind you that they were brilliant) and just plod my way through the reports and then go to the camp as the chief chef and bottle washer.
My world changed slightly (nothing to get too alarmed about yet) when I received a parcel in the post outlining the music I had to learn by heart (15 tracks by 2 versions) BEFORE I came to the training meeting on Wednesday 14th. I was a little stumped so I re read the letter and realised that I might have gone up the ladder from 'rejected' to 'emergency marker'. I was still ok with everything. I learnt the music to the best of my ability (didn't really over exert myself as I was an emergency...)
Turning up to the meeting/training session on Wednesday afternoon I sat and listened to all the people in the room talking about the versions of music we had been sent. I took lots of notes, then decided to have a coffee - meeting still taking place. As I was filling my cup with coffee, sugar and milk (desperately trying to work out where the hot water was - check the next room) the chief examiner came out to get himself a coffee as well.
The conversation between us went SOMETHING like this.
WG (me): Hi.
CE (him): Hi, Widgetgirl isn't it? (name not quite right). I've heard about you.
WG: (incredulously) Really. What have you heard?
CE: Been told that you are very good. Captain X (the person in charge of the whole study design) has spoken highly of you. Said that I should have you on board. We are thinking of using you in the setting as well next year. You are good aren't you?
WG: (gulping) So there is no pressure is there. Good thing that I am only an emergency marker.
CE: Oh no, you're a full marker!
WG: (almost fainting) Oh........
Going back into the meeting I listened MORE intently and started to contribute lots of ideas which I thought at the time might have been relevant. Looking back at it now I realise that I might have OVER done it in my zeal.
It was during this time that I found out the numbers of what was ahead of me and started to do the emergency tap dance in my head. (The one that looks like you are dancing on hot coals with the face of an angel - you could be thinking I might also look like a duck. All serene on top whilst underneath frantically pedalling just to stay afloat!)
Once I had left the meeting - late I might tell you as I had to catch up on the MOUNTAIN of paperwork, I started crunching the numbers. I think I might have hit melt down moment but was able to contain it only to smack into that mode in earnest on Thursday night.
The numbers looked something like this - 100 exams to mark as first marker, 50 exams to mark as second marker, 123 reports to write (and I hadn't finished all the marking) as well as sending my results for the classes I co-teach(115 students in total) and preparing for the camp ahead. I then reminded myself that camp began on Thursday and that although the deadline for reports was Monday of the following week it would be better to get them done earlier. In the same vein I realised that I should get the exams marked asap so I could go on camp......
Thursday night, with my exams in tow, I sat down to begin marking and, you guessed it, the neighbours decided to fire up the stereo. AAARGH!!!!!!!!! I cracked it! I opened the back door and yelled "Can you turn down that F*#*ing music!" There was a sudden scramble and a male voice saying 'Turn it down, she sounds angry.' (really?). The music turned down - but not enough. I went back into mark. Oh the agony.
Friday - only marked 25, hit the panic button! Snarly and snappy all day due to lack of sleep and the overwhelming pressure that I wasn't going to make it! I pride myself on being organised so this disorganised phase was killing me. I realised that there was nothing more that I had to do but CANCEL nearly everything that I was planning on doing for the weekend....... I did get out Saturday night. (there was this nice looking boy there and he is quite cute...but I digress)
Lets skip forward to today. I have 20 left to go of the second marking (now at record speeds of 5-7 an hour depending on the handwriting) and have completed the send-out of marks. I have my reports to do (most of today, yay!) and I am planning the shopping list for home and for the camp. I think I can make it. I can also say that I have never been so pleased for school camps, exams and other activities taking place in the school...........
I now feel like the little red caboose and we all know how that story ends - or do we? I need to stop writing here and get on with the reporting process.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
the caffiene buzz
Year 10 Music Performance night last night. It was absolutely fantastic! The kids performed SO well. I am SO proud of them. Their parents were so proud of them as well.
I had a diet coke last night at dinner and then I had a coffee during the interval - this was after the two mighty strong coffees before midday.
The night finished at 9.45pmish. I got home around 10.45 after saying goodnight to many happy parents etc (lots of hugs and kisses all round - quite surreal for me really). I got into bed after 11.30 and finally got to sleep around midnight. I woke up at 3am to the sound of the man delivering my milk. What a joy to behold. He was a lot quieter than last week but he did make a fair bit of noise to say the least. I didn't get back to sleep. Aargh! I hate that so much. As a result I am a little delirious right now. I have 'taught' one class and supervised a form assembly. Think I am over it all now - kids are as well.
I have to go off to Professional Development today and learn how to mark statewide exams. This should prove interesting today with the lack of sleep issue. I have no idea of exactly where I am going at the moment either. Then I have to think about how to get home during peak period from the OTHER side of town through the city and everything. Too much thinking for my brain to deal with on no sleep. Did I mention that I have not had enough sleep?
I think I will have to find some coffee now so I can get another cycle going for tomorrow - sadistic really.
I had a diet coke last night at dinner and then I had a coffee during the interval - this was after the two mighty strong coffees before midday.
The night finished at 9.45pmish. I got home around 10.45 after saying goodnight to many happy parents etc (lots of hugs and kisses all round - quite surreal for me really). I got into bed after 11.30 and finally got to sleep around midnight. I woke up at 3am to the sound of the man delivering my milk. What a joy to behold. He was a lot quieter than last week but he did make a fair bit of noise to say the least. I didn't get back to sleep. Aargh! I hate that so much. As a result I am a little delirious right now. I have 'taught' one class and supervised a form assembly. Think I am over it all now - kids are as well.
I have to go off to Professional Development today and learn how to mark statewide exams. This should prove interesting today with the lack of sleep issue. I have no idea of exactly where I am going at the moment either. Then I have to think about how to get home during peak period from the OTHER side of town through the city and everything. Too much thinking for my brain to deal with on no sleep. Did I mention that I have not had enough sleep?
I think I will have to find some coffee now so I can get another cycle going for tomorrow - sadistic really.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
So I have gone into this mode of "I must get fit". It started two years ago - decided to drop the kilos. So far 18 gone. Had lost 22 but had a relapse and realised I needed to do something more than just watch what I ate. So I joined an outdoor training group. 8 sessions later and I feel that I am starting to achieve something.
Now this is not going to be a testimonial to the joys that I have faced with either the weight loss group or the fitness group but I must say that I have realised that I have the personality that needs others to help me in this area. Both groups that I have been a part of have filled ths void. I think the fitness group is the better of the two as it fits my latent competitive nature. There is nothing like passing the last person in a run (as I did last night) so that you know you are not the worst person fitness wise. If I thought about this rationally I would come to the conclusion that I might be a little 'sick'.
Enough blowing of my own trumpet......
Nah! Bugger it! My delightful year 10s have a showcase of their talent tonight. Just over TWO (yes count them all!) hours of entertainment..... did I piss of the one or two children - you bet your bottom dollar. I have cut a few things out of the program - well really only one song and disappointed a few kids in the process. Hmmmmmm. I will think about this for future reference.
I am quite proud of them but I have spent a long time with them and need a little bit of time away from them. They are performing a really interesting array of songs here and there. I think I will enjoy the evening despite the many hours.
Now I have to write a quick talk for tonight - what to say, what to say.
Highlight of the day - walking into a rehearsal and there is the school principal there with a television news camera crew!!!! Have we started any rehearsal? No. Had I spoken to the kids about my expectations for the day? No! Did the principal ask me to get a few kids to get up to perform? Yes! Was I a bit perplexed for a moment? Yes! Did the kids do a great job today? Yes. Was I told that the kids were taking too much time to set themselves up to "perform"? Yes.
Highly entertaining day all round.
Now this is not going to be a testimonial to the joys that I have faced with either the weight loss group or the fitness group but I must say that I have realised that I have the personality that needs others to help me in this area. Both groups that I have been a part of have filled ths void. I think the fitness group is the better of the two as it fits my latent competitive nature. There is nothing like passing the last person in a run (as I did last night) so that you know you are not the worst person fitness wise. If I thought about this rationally I would come to the conclusion that I might be a little 'sick'.
Enough blowing of my own trumpet......
Nah! Bugger it! My delightful year 10s have a showcase of their talent tonight. Just over TWO (yes count them all!) hours of entertainment..... did I piss of the one or two children - you bet your bottom dollar. I have cut a few things out of the program - well really only one song and disappointed a few kids in the process. Hmmmmmm. I will think about this for future reference.
I am quite proud of them but I have spent a long time with them and need a little bit of time away from them. They are performing a really interesting array of songs here and there. I think I will enjoy the evening despite the many hours.
Now I have to write a quick talk for tonight - what to say, what to say.
Highlight of the day - walking into a rehearsal and there is the school principal there with a television news camera crew!!!! Have we started any rehearsal? No. Had I spoken to the kids about my expectations for the day? No! Did the principal ask me to get a few kids to get up to perform? Yes! Was I a bit perplexed for a moment? Yes! Did the kids do a great job today? Yes. Was I told that the kids were taking too much time to set themselves up to "perform"? Yes.
Highly entertaining day all round.
Monday, November 12, 2007
random acts
The neighbours have lulled me into a false sense of security - not that I am complaining but I was expecting a little noise over the weekend and I got NOTHING! Hmmm. I think that there might be a decent party brewing - watch this space.
Spent a little bit of money over the weekend on fabric - very pretty fabric, very expensive fabric. I think I might have gone a little girly. Interesting thought. Reason for my spending - I have a new overlocker that I want to play with. I thought a few new skirts were in order. Might have to take some photos of them when I have made them and post them on here (something new to learn).
Saturday night I spent in the city - I have recently discovered that driving in the city is a bit of fun. Take a firm hold of the steering wheel, aim at where you want to go, make a decision to go and then deviate at the last second. I am excited that I learnt this quite quickly on Saturday night.
Why was I in the city? I caught up with a couple of friends and we saw the movie "Across the Universe". Loved it. Beatles soundtrack with an amazing story - a little long (about 20 minutes or so). We had dinner at a noodle house where I believe the standard has dropped since I was last there. What is the story with using seafood filler in their dishes? I hate it - in fact I dont know many people who like it at all. Ruined a perfectly good meal.
One of the amazing things that happen in my life is the fact that I have completely random acts occuring. This weekend the random act was a guy asking directions to get to the cinema (where we were going as I discovered). He and I chatted as we walked along the road to the cinema. Nothing unusual here except for the fact he decided that it was important to impart the views he had about the farmers in the area where he was from. In his humble opinion all city folk have NO IDEA about the real plight of farmers and he felt that it was his duty to actually change this view person by person. He told me of the argument that he had with others before he talked to me. It kept me amused for a short amount of time. I will have to take a tally of the random acts as they occur and keep you all informed (my humble 2-3 readers).
Spent a little bit of money over the weekend on fabric - very pretty fabric, very expensive fabric. I think I might have gone a little girly. Interesting thought. Reason for my spending - I have a new overlocker that I want to play with. I thought a few new skirts were in order. Might have to take some photos of them when I have made them and post them on here (something new to learn).
Saturday night I spent in the city - I have recently discovered that driving in the city is a bit of fun. Take a firm hold of the steering wheel, aim at where you want to go, make a decision to go and then deviate at the last second. I am excited that I learnt this quite quickly on Saturday night.
Why was I in the city? I caught up with a couple of friends and we saw the movie "Across the Universe". Loved it. Beatles soundtrack with an amazing story - a little long (about 20 minutes or so). We had dinner at a noodle house where I believe the standard has dropped since I was last there. What is the story with using seafood filler in their dishes? I hate it - in fact I dont know many people who like it at all. Ruined a perfectly good meal.
One of the amazing things that happen in my life is the fact that I have completely random acts occuring. This weekend the random act was a guy asking directions to get to the cinema (where we were going as I discovered). He and I chatted as we walked along the road to the cinema. Nothing unusual here except for the fact he decided that it was important to impart the views he had about the farmers in the area where he was from. In his humble opinion all city folk have NO IDEA about the real plight of farmers and he felt that it was his duty to actually change this view person by person. He told me of the argument that he had with others before he talked to me. It kept me amused for a short amount of time. I will have to take a tally of the random acts as they occur and keep you all informed (my humble 2-3 readers).
Friday, November 9, 2007
We are the champions!
Trivia night tonight at work. My team won! Go team! There were some tough questions~some really tough questions. Anyway enough gloating!
Weekend is upon me. Tonight might have a quiet catch up then go out to see the movie with the Beatles songs as its sound track "Across the Universe". Looking forward to it. Sunday - Europe Expo to start planning (seriously that is, not just dreaming) my trip to Europe next year. Have some ideas but nothing concrete yet, then dinner with more friends.
Somewhere in here I might play a bit of piano and then go to a singing lesson etc.
I also think I might be listening to the dulcet tones of my neighbours on the western front. It should be a glorious weekend for them - only hope the swearing is up to standard. I think I might even invest in a white noise machine that I can turn on to try and block out their sounds.
To all reading ~ have a great weekend.
Weekend is upon me. Tonight might have a quiet catch up then go out to see the movie with the Beatles songs as its sound track "Across the Universe". Looking forward to it. Sunday - Europe Expo to start planning (seriously that is, not just dreaming) my trip to Europe next year. Have some ideas but nothing concrete yet, then dinner with more friends.
Somewhere in here I might play a bit of piano and then go to a singing lesson etc.
I also think I might be listening to the dulcet tones of my neighbours on the western front. It should be a glorious weekend for them - only hope the swearing is up to standard. I think I might even invest in a white noise machine that I can turn on to try and block out their sounds.
To all reading ~ have a great weekend.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
sore head
I am suffering from a migraine style headache (day 2) and I am not happy. As a result I have made a few children cry today. Didn't mean to. Oh well.
Am needing to go home and have a sleep but the neighbours might be a little noisy (they were last night!). Am looking to move house - not sure of my movements in this regard. Thinking about it lots.
I realise that none of this makes much sense as I am out of it with the headache. Better sign off after I apologise for the nonsense that I have written.
Am needing to go home and have a sleep but the neighbours might be a little noisy (they were last night!). Am looking to move house - not sure of my movements in this regard. Thinking about it lots.
I realise that none of this makes much sense as I am out of it with the headache. Better sign off after I apologise for the nonsense that I have written.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
personality!!!!!!
Just had to do this - too many people have done so in reference to all our federal politicians on the campaign trail "Me Too!"
Hmm - I dont know this one so I will have to find it to view it to see if I concur......
Always good to know that I use my power to increase my sexual options...... didnt know I did that! Well watch out world!
Hmm - I dont know this one so I will have to find it to view it to see if I concur......
Always good to know that I use my power to increase my sexual options...... didnt know I did that! Well watch out world!
neighbours and pcs
So here I sit waiting for the day to begin - dont worry it began without me and I am thinking about catching up...... I thought now would be the time to sit and ponder a little more. The long weekend that we just had here brought about such a time for thinking that I have contempletated too many things already. I need to see the children to stop me from creating new thoughts for myself.
I have realised that the neighbours almost won on the weekend. Let me tell you about the glorious time that I have with my truckie mouth next door neighbour who believes that everyone is like her and is hard of hearing. The stereo blaring out (it moved from old fogies rock to mindless, contemporary, current trash!) and this delight of a wench yelling profanities to her mother, her boyfriend and whoever else was within the vicinity..... Such domestic bliss! Well - let me tell you Monday was an amazing day to say the least. Finished off with the police being called and everything! Did I tell you that I live in a stylish neighbourhood? Now that the working week has begun I think it will all be quiet on the Western front (yes they do live to the west of me). Cant wait for the weekend to begin......
On a completely different tangent I am now investigating the idea of a home computer~not only am I online but I am now looking at the whole upgrade!!! Trying to work out the best way to pay for it. Will I play with a mac or pc? There are so many questions that I have and not enough time to answer them all. I will have to utilise my time to play with internet and check out my options.
Off to play with children now~be afraid, be very afraid.......
I have realised that the neighbours almost won on the weekend. Let me tell you about the glorious time that I have with my truckie mouth next door neighbour who believes that everyone is like her and is hard of hearing. The stereo blaring out (it moved from old fogies rock to mindless, contemporary, current trash!) and this delight of a wench yelling profanities to her mother, her boyfriend and whoever else was within the vicinity..... Such domestic bliss! Well - let me tell you Monday was an amazing day to say the least. Finished off with the police being called and everything! Did I tell you that I live in a stylish neighbourhood? Now that the working week has begun I think it will all be quiet on the Western front (yes they do live to the west of me). Cant wait for the weekend to begin......
On a completely different tangent I am now investigating the idea of a home computer~not only am I online but I am now looking at the whole upgrade!!! Trying to work out the best way to pay for it. Will I play with a mac or pc? There are so many questions that I have and not enough time to answer them all. I will have to utilise my time to play with internet and check out my options.
Off to play with children now~be afraid, be very afraid.......
Monday, November 5, 2007
I am online
Finally I have worked out how to write a blog. It is very exciting. Thanks frog dancer! The hardest parts for me have been 1) What will my name be? 2) What to write? 3) Convincing frog dancer that I am not weird!
1) Under control - widget be me!
2) Still not coping with it all.....Eventually I will work it out when I am under less pressure.
3) It will never happen. I have moments when what I say is so totally of the planet that even I am confused.
Thinking about this I realise that when I am not working (lucky us with a psuedo public holiday, go the gee gees) my brain moves to a neutral mode from which is quite hard to move....
So despite making an effort to actually learn about the process of blogging my day has been quite uneventful. I have been a domestic goddess (washing done, anzac biscuits made and lots of floors vaccuumed). I have had a volume on the radio war with my neighbours (old fogies rock vs new fangled music), I think I won this as they switched off the old fogies rock.
Actually I have had a discovery that I am no longer with the real world, my phone was disconnected (I have paid the bills) so it was a disappointment when I picked up the handset to call frog dancer that I heard the gentle sounds of wind rather than the dulcet tones of the dialtone. I then spent countless minutes on the mobile to the provider of my landline to find that my "call is important" but there was a glut of people ringing up to make a complaint. Still disconnected - I wonder what that means.......
1) Under control - widget be me!
2) Still not coping with it all.....Eventually I will work it out when I am under less pressure.
3) It will never happen. I have moments when what I say is so totally of the planet that even I am confused.
Thinking about this I realise that when I am not working (lucky us with a psuedo public holiday, go the gee gees) my brain moves to a neutral mode from which is quite hard to move....
So despite making an effort to actually learn about the process of blogging my day has been quite uneventful. I have been a domestic goddess (washing done, anzac biscuits made and lots of floors vaccuumed). I have had a volume on the radio war with my neighbours (old fogies rock vs new fangled music), I think I won this as they switched off the old fogies rock.
Actually I have had a discovery that I am no longer with the real world, my phone was disconnected (I have paid the bills) so it was a disappointment when I picked up the handset to call frog dancer that I heard the gentle sounds of wind rather than the dulcet tones of the dialtone. I then spent countless minutes on the mobile to the provider of my landline to find that my "call is important" but there was a glut of people ringing up to make a complaint. Still disconnected - I wonder what that means.......
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