- 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.
Wednesday, 27 October 2010
Life List - Not today thank you...
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
Spiders are people too!
This is what’s happening in my mailbox right now.
You know, Increasing Gentle Readers, that although I have worked in IT for a number of years prior to my current sojourn, it was a particular form of IT, and not one that's particularly useful around blogs. I keep trying to link to other people's posts and just end up with this link in my post, and nothing on their post. What am I doing wrong here? I know, I could read the online help. Revelation.
Second revelation: It's the international Year of Biodiversity, hence the link to the lovely Fluid Pudding's spider related blog post - if you were so inclined, you could visit here, and sign their petition to try & save the planet's remaining Whale population. Of course, you might not be so inclined, but it's worth a try. See, they are so too related.
Third revelation - I have discovered how to avoid chocolate - if I give Mr Golightly the bar of chocolate, and he asks me if I want some, it's very easy and painless to say "no thank you". if I have the bar of chocolate, I'll just sit and eat it till it's gone. Genius.
Fourth revelation - I quite like making Christmas Trees, and here's the photos of the ongoing project:
then there's the fridge magnets, mine this time, not the kidlets:
Once the server stops playing silly buggers I will post the other tree & the fridge magnets... honest.
You know, Increasing Gentle Readers, that although I have worked in IT for a number of years prior to my current sojourn, it was a particular form of IT, and not one that's particularly useful around blogs. I keep trying to link to other people's posts and just end up with this link in my post, and nothing on their post. What am I doing wrong here? I know, I could read the online help. Revelation.
Second revelation: It's the international Year of Biodiversity, hence the link to the lovely Fluid Pudding's spider related blog post - if you were so inclined, you could visit here, and sign their petition to try & save the planet's remaining Whale population. Of course, you might not be so inclined, but it's worth a try. See, they are so too related.
Third revelation - I have discovered how to avoid chocolate - if I give Mr Golightly the bar of chocolate, and he asks me if I want some, it's very easy and painless to say "no thank you". if I have the bar of chocolate, I'll just sit and eat it till it's gone. Genius.
Fourth revelation - I quite like making Christmas Trees, and here's the photos of the ongoing project:
Once the server stops playing silly buggers I will post the other tree & the fridge magnets... honest.
Life List - Nosireebob, never again...
- 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.
- 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.
Oops, I did it again...
So, here we are again, 2.29am. I swear it's not because I'm crawling off to bed every afternoon at 2.00pm for a nap, nosiree bob, that's not happening, even though I have desperately felt the need for the last few days - having this coldy/flu-y/sinus-y thing is making my sleep pretty damn patchy, that' s for sure. Mr G keeps waking me up telling me I'm snoring, I keep dreaming the weirdest things and now, again, I have indigestion & am wide awake. Personally, I blame last night's culinary marvel, which I preceded with half a bag of Red Rock Deli Sea Salt chippies (curse you, Red Rock Deli, curse you!)...
Anyway, I spent a very productive day yesterday contributing to global warming by drying sheets, towels & shirts in the tumble dryer, but made up for it by putting everything else on the racks to dry - I still didn't get any info from you, Remaining Gentle Readers, about our US cousins and their obsession with the tumble dryer. I must admit to a modicum of disappointment, but hey, I'll live with it.
I also made three (yep, not one, not two, but three!) Christmas trees for Kerry the Beautician, only one small one and the whopper to come, which I should be able to knock off on Wednesday, today being profitably spent having lunch in town with former colleagues, dragging Mr G to the bank to sort out exciting things like Life Insurance and Credit Cards, and travelling on the L90 bus. Fun all round, really.
So, Remaining Gentle Readers, tomorrow (or even later today) I will post pictures of the Christmas Trees for your delectation and review. I promise.
Now, however, I am going to update the List of Things I've Done and Never Want to Do Again. See? Being up at 2.43am does have some advantages. Really!
Ciao!
Anyway, I spent a very productive day yesterday contributing to global warming by drying sheets, towels & shirts in the tumble dryer, but made up for it by putting everything else on the racks to dry - I still didn't get any info from you, Remaining Gentle Readers, about our US cousins and their obsession with the tumble dryer. I must admit to a modicum of disappointment, but hey, I'll live with it.
I also made three (yep, not one, not two, but three!) Christmas trees for Kerry the Beautician, only one small one and the whopper to come, which I should be able to knock off on Wednesday, today being profitably spent having lunch in town with former colleagues, dragging Mr G to the bank to sort out exciting things like Life Insurance and Credit Cards, and travelling on the L90 bus. Fun all round, really.
So, Remaining Gentle Readers, tomorrow (or even later today) I will post pictures of the Christmas Trees for your delectation and review. I promise.
Now, however, I am going to update the List of Things I've Done and Never Want to Do Again. See? Being up at 2.43am does have some advantages. Really!
Ciao!
Sunday, 24 October 2010
New Life List Possibility
Suebob's Red Stapler: New Life List Possibility
You must read this. I'm going to do one of my own, realsoonnow. Mine will be endless. Yours?
Ok, so here we go - things I've done & don't ever want to do again, as at 25 October 2010.
That'll do for today.
Ok, so here we go - things I've done & don't ever want to do again, as at 25 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.
That'll do for today.
Button it up, baby
I had a lovely day yesterday at My Best Friend's house, helping the kidlets with a school project - I cannot believe what they want 10 year olds to do these days - they have to come up with a product, write a marketing strategy, do a presentation to the board, design a logo, then make the products, cost and price them and them sell them at a profit... they're ten years old, forchrissakes. Anyway, the Kidlets decided to make fridge magnets, using 1 7/8" buttons and some squares from my 5" stash - they had a lot of fun:
Then we had a bit of fun choosing a new collar for Elliot, and we had Mia to help us -
Then we had a bit of fun choosing a new collar for Elliot, and we had Mia to help us -
Mia has a bit of a ribbon fetish... as do I!
I also found a new button supplier on Etsy, who has all the buttons I ever wanted, and who is here in Australia! Yay! I lurve being able to get things locally...
What else? I bought a lovely book by Joel Dewberry, "Sewn Spaces", which had a lovely birdy pattern in it, and hooray!, you can sell them items made from the patterns!! I'm going to make some birds & see how they go in the shop - maybe a set on ribbon? We'll see. I've got to finish the Christmas trees for Kerry first, but progress is being made - but not today - I'm feeling a bit crap today so I spent most of the day as a horizontal zombie - so nice!
Friday, 22 October 2010
You're doing what???
Yes, Remaining Gentle Readers, I am up at 3.09am blogging, but as usual, there are sound reasons for this (you know I can justify just about anything, don't you?)... I've had a very sore throat since returning from Bali, probably thanks to the four-year-old screamer on the plane who kept everybody else from sleeping - poor little mite, his cough sounded like he could do with cutting down to 60 a day, no, really - so I trotted off to the Doctor today, and have been dosed up with antibiotics and antihistamines. In addition to the hayfever and sinusitis, I have something called 'glue ear', which my lovely Ma tells me is what little kids get, and yes, I am too old to have grommets.
Apparently.
Anyway, these antibiotics have some interesting side-effects, one of which is the inducement (is that a word?) of heartburn. I've done heartburn. I don't want to do it anymore. I spent months taking Nexium, sleeping upright, not eating after 7.30pm (very boring if you want to go out for dinner & have more than one course!), keeping the pack of chewable quickeze by the bed, in the handbag, in the desk drawer, and I don't want to do it any more. Did I just say that? Oh. Well, it is 3.14am.
The other factor could well be that I made an amazing thing for dinner (and note the date and time, Remaining Gentle Readers, because I am going to talk about cooking here), with sausages, sweet potatoes, potatoes, corn and a jar of Butter Chicken sauce. The rest I leave to your imagination, but suffice it to say, I ate too much of this culinary marvel, and the combination of greed and antibiotics has me up at 3.16am.
I have spent some quality time this morning reading other blogs, including the lovely FlickettySplits, who is now in Bahrain, working on her jetlag and in training for the Bahrain Marathon, the end result of which will be me being mentioned in her will, and the arrival of lots of fabric on her demise, which we both think will be part way through afore-mentioned Bahrain Marathon.
What else is there for me to tell you? I am working on some stuffed christmas trees for the lovely Kerry, who is my beautician, to put in her window (and I mean 'stuffed with fibrefill, not 'rooted'*), and the lovely lady who runs one of the nicer homewares shops in our small town has said she will look at my handmade wares (once I get over being sick) with a view to selling them in her shop.
What's driving this? When we went to the Southern Highlands we saw a rather nice shop selling some nifty things, but the prices were unbelievable - a doorstop for $80. Matryoshka dollies stuffed* with fibrefill and with a bell inside, for $21 (each) and felt badges for $25. Now, Remaining Gentle Readers, I know what you're thinking. If they're in a shop, they must be good, right? This comes right back to the argument about handmade funky versus mass-produced funky, and the reasoning behind paying exorbitant amounts of money for funky stuff if it's in a shop versus on, say, Etsy, or MadeIt, or some other online store.
Anyway, I figure if somebody can stuff* a Matryoshka doll with fibrefill & a bell & sell it for $21, I can sell a set of three dollies stuffed* with lavender for $15. So, all you readers with money and more sense, go to my shop and buy from me. It's much better value!
Now. It's 3.32am. I am going to attempt to return to my bed and sleep. If I seem a little tetchy next time, you'll know why!
*stuffed - insert filling
*rooted - had the dick
*had the dick - had the bomb
*had the bomb - knackered
*knackered - bought the farm
Apparently.
Anyway, these antibiotics have some interesting side-effects, one of which is the inducement (is that a word?) of heartburn. I've done heartburn. I don't want to do it anymore. I spent months taking Nexium, sleeping upright, not eating after 7.30pm (very boring if you want to go out for dinner & have more than one course!), keeping the pack of chewable quickeze by the bed, in the handbag, in the desk drawer, and I don't want to do it any more. Did I just say that? Oh. Well, it is 3.14am.
The other factor could well be that I made an amazing thing for dinner (and note the date and time, Remaining Gentle Readers, because I am going to talk about cooking here), with sausages, sweet potatoes, potatoes, corn and a jar of Butter Chicken sauce. The rest I leave to your imagination, but suffice it to say, I ate too much of this culinary marvel, and the combination of greed and antibiotics has me up at 3.16am.
I have spent some quality time this morning reading other blogs, including the lovely FlickettySplits, who is now in Bahrain, working on her jetlag and in training for the Bahrain Marathon, the end result of which will be me being mentioned in her will, and the arrival of lots of fabric on her demise, which we both think will be part way through afore-mentioned Bahrain Marathon.
What else is there for me to tell you? I am working on some stuffed christmas trees for the lovely Kerry, who is my beautician, to put in her window (and I mean 'stuffed with fibrefill, not 'rooted'*), and the lovely lady who runs one of the nicer homewares shops in our small town has said she will look at my handmade wares (once I get over being sick) with a view to selling them in her shop.
What's driving this? When we went to the Southern Highlands we saw a rather nice shop selling some nifty things, but the prices were unbelievable - a doorstop for $80. Matryoshka dollies stuffed* with fibrefill and with a bell inside, for $21 (each) and felt badges for $25. Now, Remaining Gentle Readers, I know what you're thinking. If they're in a shop, they must be good, right? This comes right back to the argument about handmade funky versus mass-produced funky, and the reasoning behind paying exorbitant amounts of money for funky stuff if it's in a shop versus on, say, Etsy, or MadeIt, or some other online store.
Anyway, I figure if somebody can stuff* a Matryoshka doll with fibrefill & a bell & sell it for $21, I can sell a set of three dollies stuffed* with lavender for $15. So, all you readers with money and more sense, go to my shop and buy from me. It's much better value!
Now. It's 3.32am. I am going to attempt to return to my bed and sleep. If I seem a little tetchy next time, you'll know why!
*stuffed - insert filling
*rooted - had the dick
*had the dick - had the bomb
*had the bomb - knackered
*knackered - bought the farm
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