Even though I am desperate to get the final tree finished today, I can't seem to get away from the computer. I spent an inordinate amount of time uploading photos to my Flickr account today, into the Arches in Architecture group, because, as you know, Gentle Readers, I love a good Arch. Check out the group.
Now, I'm fiddling around with Mozilla, Greasemonkey and Etsyhacks because I'm too lazy to recreate my fridge magnet listing for all the entries I want. Everytime I go into the sewing room, another PC lightbulb comes on & I'm back in the study. Arrrgh.
Anyway, good news that there's a re-finished Amy Butler tree for you to admire:
And now I really must get on. I'm expecting an influx of orders for Fridge Magnets and I need to get the gnomes working... or is it elves? Back to that tree!
Thursday, 28 October 2010
- Go to England with less than $1000 in my pocket when the exchange rate was $1:33p.
- Have Gastric Flu. Coming out both ends. TMI? You bet.
- Spend 6 months unemployed in the Midlands, UK, in the 1980's, where unemployment was running at 28%.
- Borrow money from a parent.
- Find out my new chap was married to a woman called Sharon who lived in NZ.
- Learn shorthand.
- Go skiing.
- Rupture my ACL skiing, hence #7.
- Wait 2 years for an ACL reconstruction because I didn't have private health insurance.
- ACL reconstruction.
- Second operation to fix something they missed in #10.
Get married. Have a wedding**
- Put on 3 stone (19kg) after #12.
- Watch the arches in my feet collapse after #13.
- Have the police knock at my door to tell me a parent had died.
- Work as a Secretary.
- Start anything new in a year ending in -9.
- Lose a friend to Breast Cancer.
- Lose a friend to Lymphoma.
- Lose a grandparent to Emphysema.
- Lose a friend to AIDS.
- Lose a friend to Suicide.
- Go to a funeral. Any funeral.
- Take Mr Golightly shopping.
- Lose a beloved parent-in-law to Alzheimer's.
- Fart in the office.
- Have an accident of the menstrual kind in the office.
- Almost have an affair with a married man, in the office.
- Be sexually harrassed by a crazy ex-footballer.
- Move house. 22 previous addresses (that I can think of) is plenty, thanks.
- Do data entry for a living.
- Leave my camera in a taxi and never see it again, Olympics pics and all.
- Live in Leicester, UK.
- Work in a library. It really is like "The Librarians".
- Let myself be bullied.
- Convince a doctor I didn't want children. No, I really don't.
- Share a one-room flat with anybody.
- Live in a one-room flat with outside toilet & shower. Those winter mornings really bit.
- Fall off a motorbike at speed.
- Be a passenger in a car which rolls. Still got the dodgy shoulder from that one.
- Shoot a sitting duck. Shame on me (I was 16, does that ameloriate it a little?).
- Shoot anything.
- Drink too much white wine from a flagon.
- Vomit said white wine all over the bathroom floor.
- Cleaning up #44.
- Drink cider.
- Spend 9 weeks on crutches, courtesy of #11.
- Spend 2 weeks in a caravan on 'holidays'.
- Share a house with 3 unrelated blokes. Can you imagine the soap?
- Take a dog to the vet and come home alone, knowing you'll never see the dog again.
- Have a neighbour steal your dog when she left her husband and 6 fox terriers behind.
- Be poor.
- Live in a foreign country with no support network & no friends.
- Wait until I'm newly married before discovering the one thing I want to really do in life requires me to go & live in another city 300km away.
- Spend November and February in England. Freezing cold.
**Edit to clarify - Mr Golightly is perfectly safe, but I never want to go through all the stress, hassle & bad behaviour weddings seem to engender.
Did I mention, Remaining Gentle Readers, that I was happy to see a new Gentle Reader join your discerning ranks? How nice it is to have your company, ArtyGal, and how inspired I was by your running blog (not quite inspired enough to get off my lardy arse & join in, but inspired nonetheless!) - I gave up running after item #14 on the Life List of Things I Never Want to Do Again, Nosireebob - running is way too hard with fallen arches & pronating feet, you just keep falling over.
I used to enjoy it, when I was a teenager, out with the dog(s) every day (only one at a time, sadly, we had Honey first, and after her (hit by a car), Chocky (came to us because her family was temporarily living in a caravan park & couldn't keep her)... pictures? Sure:
Taken in 1973. See, I knew how to take pictures even then. Joke. Honest.
I'd love a dog now, but Mr G quite rightly says it isn't fair to be out of the house 12 hours a day & leave a dog on its own, but MGF Kaz is working on convincing him that two dogs (Remember that great joke, the punchline of which is "why do you ask, Two Dogs Fu**ing?") would be fine together (No? Ask nicely, I'll tell you it privately)... he's not convinced. Maybe I would be better to dedicate some Sundays to spending time with the waifs and strays at Monica's Doggie Rescue???
And back on a crafting note, I have finished the four small trees, and I did a few gussying-up thingys on the Amy Butler one which I will post at some point today.. I showed them to two separate yet equally biased audiences yesterday, and all audience members seemed to think they were just the ticket, so hopefully Kerry The Beautician will be equally pleased. I plan to do nothing more complex than a little sparkly beading on the Japanese balls, as it is glorious enough already... but as always, suggestions welcome.
And that, for now, is it. I'll be back when the sun is up, and after a pleasant cup of coffee with My Best Friend this morning. Enjoy your day!