The kids' long vacation started on Thursday. They don't go back to school until mid Feb now!
Andrea's got herself a job at a coffee shop near her boyfriend's place. I guess I won't be seeing too much of her over the holidays. Chris comes home on Wednesday and returns to the group home on the 5th Jan.
I'm into my last week at work before I take some leave. I'm only taking the three days between Christmas and New Year, which when combined with public holidays and weekends will give me about a 10 day break when I go back on the 4th. .... and I really will get out into the garden and get that weeding done.
The car and the floors are still clamouring for some attention. But there is the reading - and the writing that call out even louder.
Sighhh
I am SUCH a bad housekeeper!
I think I've finally got the last of the Chrissie shopping done today. Woo hooo!
Now we have to start the cooking frenzy.
Andrea is going to make some White Christmas and some Rumballs - like we need such rich foods in the middle of Summer, As a concession to the weather, we will have an ice cream Plum Pdding and our family favourite - Trifle. yum with our roast dinner. ( Crazy I know - but delicious.)
I've had my new glasses for nearly two weeks now. I have really struggled with the multifocal aspect of them this time around. I think I'm finally getting the hang of them now. Things don't waver or swim in and out of focus quite so much. I still struggle with looking down at the floor or stairs - and reading in bed with them simply doesn't work.
On the other hand, they do look quite nice IMHO that is.
Now - on another subject. I discovered the hard way - as I was dressing for a work social function on Friday - that I seriously have hardly anything fit to wear. It is either too old, too small or too goddam awful to leave the house in.
It seems that my very worthy goal of losing some weight before buying any new stuff has come back to bite me on the bum. At this rate I'll be in rags before I buy anything new.
The thing is I HATE going to buy clothes. I always come away from the fluoro lit changing rooms ready to slash my wrists! Every saggy bit, every lump and bump is shown in vivid detail, and have you noticed that when the stores have the mirrors front and back - well isn't that just so much better for your ego?
And here we have Christmas around the corner. ... the natural enemy of the dieter.
sigghh.
Have a safe Christmas.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
The end of a looong week
I don't know why it dragged so, but this week was one of the longest, most drawn out weeks I've endured for years. It's been mighty quiet at work and I didn't like it one bit. Now anyone who works in a hospital knows that using the Q word is frowned upon. But it has been quiet... too quiet...and I've hated it. No doubt we'll pay for it next week and we'll be inundated.
This week sucked because even though it was quiet, I got bugger all done. There was the single routine report that took me three days to write because I spent ages designing a template to make reports like this one easier to write in future. Uhhh, if you know what I mean.
I nearly cheered when I finally posted it off.
Other staff ( not in our dept thankfully) seem to be trying to outdo themselves on the 'Stupid Meter' and we are wondering if it is called the Silly Season for some other reason than Christmas.
Actually I was totally over it all by Thursday afternoon and I'd convinced myself it was Friday. Boy, was I peed off when they told me I had to come back to work today.
Well it's Friday afternoon now - and I have the whole weekend ahead of me! Whoo hoo!
I'm treely rully going to get into the back yard and poison those damned weeds - or reef them out by the roots, I'm going to pay my bills over the net and I might ( just might) wash the floor... or the car. I can't decide which.
Oh and I really am going to get that next chapter done this weekend. If only I could decide where it needs to start. I've started in three different places already and I'm not sure I've picked it right yet. Should AJ start on the stairs, at the door or in conversation inside the door? I dunno.
The thing is that this is a fast forward and there are some new players coming into the story. I don't want to get bogged down in too much back story, but neither do I want to have an 'As you know Bob' dialogue either.
I'm going to keep noodling along with it and see what comes out. Sometimes that's the best way - to just see where the characters take you and not worry about the niceties.
I know that Carolyn would agree that over-thinking the writing part is counter productive and soul destroying, so I'm going to just blunder on and see if I can get over this block.
I was reading Lori and Lea's recent Blogs and I'm totally in awe of Lori's discipline in writing 50k words last month and envious of Lea's literary inspiration in the shower. If I thought it would do me any good, I'd hop under one right now.
Before I go, there's two things I want to share.
On Tuesday my driver's licence expired and I really didn't want my photo taken with my old glasses. However the lovely folk at the optometrists suggested I borrow the new empty frames I'm buying and have my Driver's Licence photo taken wearing them. What a good idea!
Well that's exactly what I did. Sure I couldn't see the camera and just grinned myopically in the general direction, but it the photo should be ok. The guy behind the counter didn't bat an eyelid when I swapped frames, merely saying he didn't care what I did just so long as the glasses worked when I was driving.
Now would this happen in a big city? I doubt it somehow.
The second thing that happened this week was quite bizarre. On Wednesday I got home from work to find an Express Post padded parcel in the mail. Nothing odd about that except it was from The Hawthorn Football Club, which is a company I'd bought something from last year. Nothing odd about that, you say. That's right, except I hadn't ordered anything ...and the pack was empty!
Let me put this another way. I ordered nothing - which was exactly what I received. But I got it in a padded post bag by Express Post!
I rang the club straight away and they were baffled too. So, in the spirit of wanting to get to the bottom of a mystery, I scanned the handwritten label on the package and emailed it to them. Maybe they can work out who is sending empty parcels around the country on the HFC's dollar!
It's no skin off my nose, but how weird is that?
This week sucked because even though it was quiet, I got bugger all done. There was the single routine report that took me three days to write because I spent ages designing a template to make reports like this one easier to write in future. Uhhh, if you know what I mean.
I nearly cheered when I finally posted it off.
Other staff ( not in our dept thankfully) seem to be trying to outdo themselves on the 'Stupid Meter' and we are wondering if it is called the Silly Season for some other reason than Christmas.
Actually I was totally over it all by Thursday afternoon and I'd convinced myself it was Friday. Boy, was I peed off when they told me I had to come back to work today.
Well it's Friday afternoon now - and I have the whole weekend ahead of me! Whoo hoo!
I'm treely rully going to get into the back yard and poison those damned weeds - or reef them out by the roots, I'm going to pay my bills over the net and I might ( just might) wash the floor... or the car. I can't decide which.
Oh and I really am going to get that next chapter done this weekend. If only I could decide where it needs to start. I've started in three different places already and I'm not sure I've picked it right yet. Should AJ start on the stairs, at the door or in conversation inside the door? I dunno.
The thing is that this is a fast forward and there are some new players coming into the story. I don't want to get bogged down in too much back story, but neither do I want to have an 'As you know Bob' dialogue either.
I'm going to keep noodling along with it and see what comes out. Sometimes that's the best way - to just see where the characters take you and not worry about the niceties.
I know that Carolyn would agree that over-thinking the writing part is counter productive and soul destroying, so I'm going to just blunder on and see if I can get over this block.
I was reading Lori and Lea's recent Blogs and I'm totally in awe of Lori's discipline in writing 50k words last month and envious of Lea's literary inspiration in the shower. If I thought it would do me any good, I'd hop under one right now.
Before I go, there's two things I want to share.
On Tuesday my driver's licence expired and I really didn't want my photo taken with my old glasses. However the lovely folk at the optometrists suggested I borrow the new empty frames I'm buying and have my Driver's Licence photo taken wearing them. What a good idea!
Well that's exactly what I did. Sure I couldn't see the camera and just grinned myopically in the general direction, but it the photo should be ok. The guy behind the counter didn't bat an eyelid when I swapped frames, merely saying he didn't care what I did just so long as the glasses worked when I was driving.
Now would this happen in a big city? I doubt it somehow.
The second thing that happened this week was quite bizarre. On Wednesday I got home from work to find an Express Post padded parcel in the mail. Nothing odd about that except it was from The Hawthorn Football Club, which is a company I'd bought something from last year. Nothing odd about that, you say. That's right, except I hadn't ordered anything ...and the pack was empty!
Let me put this another way. I ordered nothing - which was exactly what I received. But I got it in a padded post bag by Express Post!
I rang the club straight away and they were baffled too. So, in the spirit of wanting to get to the bottom of a mystery, I scanned the handwritten label on the package and emailed it to them. Maybe they can work out who is sending empty parcels around the country on the HFC's dollar!
It's no skin off my nose, but how weird is that?
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