Remember that four days work I said I'd do? Well, here I am three weeks later still doing it. *rolls eyes*
The novelty has worn off, let me tell you... but on the other hand, I am now getting a handle on the job and that means I'm having an opinion about how the whole set-up could be improved. I'm developing checklists, making suggestions, and generally attempting to run the show.. after just three weeks (well if you take away the Easter break it's actually 8 days of actual work) as a lowly admin officer. I'm hopeless.
The good thing is I can pass all my valuable feedback onto my husband, he can whip his team into shape on my behalf and I can hopefully get the flock out of there and get back to my normal life!! Ah, I miss the gym. I miss my baby girl. I miss having time to do things like shop and clean. Work!... Who needs it?!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
The good news and the bad news
I got on the Dean's Merit List. That means I got a very good grade point average and will graduate in the top 10% of my year. Yay me.
That is the good news.
I have a real estate inspection tomorrow morning and appear to have eithre come down with a virus or eaten something dodgy. Either way, I am sick. The in-laws arrive on Thursday morning so that's another reason for me to have to clean the house. The house needs to be cleaned and I have no desire to do anything except lie in bed for four days. Mel is away. Woe is me.
That is the bad news.
That is the good news.
I have a real estate inspection tomorrow morning and appear to have eithre come down with a virus or eaten something dodgy. Either way, I am sick. The in-laws arrive on Thursday morning so that's another reason for me to have to clean the house. The house needs to be cleaned and I have no desire to do anything except lie in bed for four days. Mel is away. Woe is me.
That is the bad news.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
What a relief!
We don't have bedbugs. We have little garden bugs that look exactly like bedbugs coming in our front bedroom window to escape the heat and dryness out there. Adelaide has been having a record-breaking heatwave (approx two weeks of 38-40 degrees every day!) and the poor little critters can't stand it apparently.
I almost kissed the pest control man when he told me. It would have cost around $1000 to get rid of them if it had been bedbugs. But no bedbugs. Thank God.
I almost kissed the pest control man when he told me. It would have cost around $1000 to get rid of them if it had been bedbugs. But no bedbugs. Thank God.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
In other news...
Since it's been a while:
- Mel is in Indonesia this week and he has managed to buy all of Grey's Anatomy including the current season. How excitement! I've finally caught up on all the past seasons but I'm having trouble limiting my Grey's viewing to Sunday nights only. Hooray for having episodes that haven't even screened here yet. *happy dance*
- For the past two nights, I've been itching in my sleep. Turns out I have bed bugs. Bed Bugs?! I clean my house. I change my sheets. How the hell do I have bed bugs? But I have a bloody bed bug infestation and have had to sleep on the sofa bed until I work out what to do about the blood sucking little critters. Bed bugs!!?!! Sheesh.
- oh oh I forgot to tell you. We had a majorly satisfying win against Hellstra. Bloody big corporate bullies were trying to get us to pay a bill for a white pages listing (for Mel's old company) that we didn't believe we owed. Despite our protests, they ignored us, bulldozed us and referred our bill to a debt collector, resulting in a black mark on our credit rating that affected our application to refinance our homeloan. Arseholes! (sorry). So we called the Ombudsman and within two weeks the whole thing was resolved in our favour. It makes me SO mad that they get away with that stuff. I honestly thought we'd have to pay it but thank God Mel dug his heels in. How many people get intimidated and cough up the money? Sucks. But yay for us not having to fork out $350 that we don't owe.
Hi-ho, hi-ho....
Off to work I go.
No, I don't have a real job. Mel's work is ridiculously busy and I made a throw-away comment one day about how he could put my multiple talents to good use and give me a break from toddler-taming by letting me do some admin work. Well.. he made the same throw-away line to his colleague, one thing led to another, and here I am catching the tram into the city with the normal people for a change!
It's only for this week - and I'll give away about 60% of my pay in daycare fees and tram fees (and my non-negotiable morning coffee) - but I figured it was a good chance to get out and meet some people and also to get some practice at the whole "job" routine. You know - getting up and dressed and putting lipstick on and delivering Annabelle to daycare and catching public transport and getting somewhere at a reasonable time in the morning (i.e. other than the gym at 10.30am!).
So far, so good. Miraculously Annabelle is sleeping and waking at decent toddler hours and we've all got to where we need to be when we need to be there.
What I hate is how little time I'm getting to spend with her. I know it's only for a week, but I do want to get a real job and I fear that this is what it will be like all the time when I do. This morning she got up at 7am and I had to drop her at dayare by 7.50am to get an 8am tram. The poor little chicken had barely rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and I was frantically changing, feeding and dressing her, and tossing her into the car. Then I pick her up around 5.30pm, we get home, cook, she eats, has a bath and is settling down for bed by 8pm.
This is not parenting in my opinion. I know I'm not cut out to be a full-time stay-at-home parent and that she does really love daycare. I know I want more than anything to get a part-time internship and get my psych registration and that will involve working 3 days per week at least. I'm sure we'll slip into a routine and it will be fine, but I really have trouble with the idea of my child spending more time with paid carers than she does with me.
I don't know what the balance is, but I hope I manage to find it. Until then, bring on Friday.
No, I don't have a real job. Mel's work is ridiculously busy and I made a throw-away comment one day about how he could put my multiple talents to good use and give me a break from toddler-taming by letting me do some admin work. Well.. he made the same throw-away line to his colleague, one thing led to another, and here I am catching the tram into the city with the normal people for a change!
It's only for this week - and I'll give away about 60% of my pay in daycare fees and tram fees (and my non-negotiable morning coffee) - but I figured it was a good chance to get out and meet some people and also to get some practice at the whole "job" routine. You know - getting up and dressed and putting lipstick on and delivering Annabelle to daycare and catching public transport and getting somewhere at a reasonable time in the morning (i.e. other than the gym at 10.30am!).
So far, so good. Miraculously Annabelle is sleeping and waking at decent toddler hours and we've all got to where we need to be when we need to be there.
What I hate is how little time I'm getting to spend with her. I know it's only for a week, but I do want to get a real job and I fear that this is what it will be like all the time when I do. This morning she got up at 7am and I had to drop her at dayare by 7.50am to get an 8am tram. The poor little chicken had barely rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and I was frantically changing, feeding and dressing her, and tossing her into the car. Then I pick her up around 5.30pm, we get home, cook, she eats, has a bath and is settling down for bed by 8pm.
This is not parenting in my opinion. I know I'm not cut out to be a full-time stay-at-home parent and that she does really love daycare. I know I want more than anything to get a part-time internship and get my psych registration and that will involve working 3 days per week at least. I'm sure we'll slip into a routine and it will be fine, but I really have trouble with the idea of my child spending more time with paid carers than she does with me.
I don't know what the balance is, but I hope I manage to find it. Until then, bring on Friday.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Addicted to Grey's
We love Grey's Anatomy. We're new to the show but obviously we'd heard about it and I've always wondered what the fuss was about. Last year I had no time for TV being a full-time uni student, the year before I had a newborn and the year before I was pregnant and didn't make it past 7.30pm. So I missed TV for a while.
But now I have a child who doesn't sleep until 10pm so we do plenty of night-time TV watching in an effort to distract us from the human whirlwind that is Annabelle. We watch TV and she empties my wallet into the toilet (but that's another story....)
So I decided to watch the first episode of McDreamy this year and I love love LOVED it. Then we went to Sydney and our friends told me they had the first season on DVD if I wanted to borrow it. So I did, and Mel watched it with me. We were both completely hooked. We have been to the video store and borrowed the entire Season Two and plan to plough through that and Season Three to bring us up to speed. We spend hours watching back to back episodes. It's quite sad really. And speaking of sad, we both cry like babies in every single episode. Man, we love it.
In the meantime we are still watching the current season on Sunday nights and that's just a bit weird. Like a Back to the Future type thing. Does my head in a bit, but it's also a bit like having a sneak preview of what's to come as we make our way through the backlong of old episodes.
So we are addicts. We know what the fuss was about. That is all.
But now I have a child who doesn't sleep until 10pm so we do plenty of night-time TV watching in an effort to distract us from the human whirlwind that is Annabelle. We watch TV and she empties my wallet into the toilet (but that's another story....)
So I decided to watch the first episode of McDreamy this year and I love love LOVED it. Then we went to Sydney and our friends told me they had the first season on DVD if I wanted to borrow it. So I did, and Mel watched it with me. We were both completely hooked. We have been to the video store and borrowed the entire Season Two and plan to plough through that and Season Three to bring us up to speed. We spend hours watching back to back episodes. It's quite sad really. And speaking of sad, we both cry like babies in every single episode. Man, we love it.
In the meantime we are still watching the current season on Sunday nights and that's just a bit weird. Like a Back to the Future type thing. Does my head in a bit, but it's also a bit like having a sneak preview of what's to come as we make our way through the backlong of old episodes.
So we are addicts. We know what the fuss was about. That is all.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
ooh ooh I forgot...
Bob said that we would move back to Queensland in six years and that our kids will go to school in Qld.
Cool. :)
Cool. :)
Friday, February 29, 2008
I see dead people
Ok, well not me personally but you know I'm into all that psychic mumbo jumbo right? As in, I don't make any major life decision without consulting a psychic or tarot card reader. I read people's cards sometimes. And occasionally I get glimpses of what's going on in people's lives - nothing really private, just how they're feeling about something. I'm convinced my emotional state is directly influenced my planetary activity and I bet most of you had a shit week because of that eclipse last week. It was like a very very very bad case of PMT, yes? Right.. so maybe I'm onto something.
What some people also know is that I have a bunch of internet friends. My whole social life is conducted via the web, and lots of those people I have met in real life. Very cool people actually. If you haven't made an internet friend, where the hell have you been? Get online people. There's a whole world out there! :)
So what this is leading to is that here in Adelaide I have a friend that I met on the net, whom I shall refer to as Dija (since it's her name). Dija really does see dead people. Way cool. So me and her have the two things in common... the internet addiction and the oogly boogly stuff. Needless to say we've become fast friends.
Yesterday me and Dija and her friend, whom I shall refer to as Tracy (since it's her name) talked to some spirits on a ouija board. I know.. I know... they're supposed to be really bad and dangerous but I've used them before and never had any problems. Dija has been using it for a few weeks and quite often talks to her cousin who died when he was 15. So yesterday I decided to join in just for fun...
I talked to a guy called Bob. Bob said that he is my spirit guide. He didn't say much but he said I could ask questions. I asked when I will get a job and he said two months. So there... I have posted it publicly. By about May, we will all know if Bob was full of shit! I SO hope not. Bob also mentioned another baby... (boy). But I'm not posting the timeframe for that since even I am a bit freaked out by it..!
Bob said he had someone with him called Dave. Dave is Mel's friend who committed suicide when Annabelle was one week old. Dave said hello and that he is with Annabelle all the time, protecting her. He said he's in a happy place which is kind of a relief.
So that was fun. Don't you all go running off to hire an exorcist to cleanse my soul or anything.. really we all came out unscathed and no doubt we'll be back talking to Bob again another day.
That's it for now!
What some people also know is that I have a bunch of internet friends. My whole social life is conducted via the web, and lots of those people I have met in real life. Very cool people actually. If you haven't made an internet friend, where the hell have you been? Get online people. There's a whole world out there! :)
So what this is leading to is that here in Adelaide I have a friend that I met on the net, whom I shall refer to as Dija (since it's her name). Dija really does see dead people. Way cool. So me and her have the two things in common... the internet addiction and the oogly boogly stuff. Needless to say we've become fast friends.
Yesterday me and Dija and her friend, whom I shall refer to as Tracy (since it's her name) talked to some spirits on a ouija board. I know.. I know... they're supposed to be really bad and dangerous but I've used them before and never had any problems. Dija has been using it for a few weeks and quite often talks to her cousin who died when he was 15. So yesterday I decided to join in just for fun...
I talked to a guy called Bob. Bob said that he is my spirit guide. He didn't say much but he said I could ask questions. I asked when I will get a job and he said two months. So there... I have posted it publicly. By about May, we will all know if Bob was full of shit! I SO hope not. Bob also mentioned another baby... (boy). But I'm not posting the timeframe for that since even I am a bit freaked out by it..!
Bob said he had someone with him called Dave. Dave is Mel's friend who committed suicide when Annabelle was one week old. Dave said hello and that he is with Annabelle all the time, protecting her. He said he's in a happy place which is kind of a relief.
So that was fun. Don't you all go running off to hire an exorcist to cleanse my soul or anything.. really we all came out unscathed and no doubt we'll be back talking to Bob again another day.
That's it for now!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Gym junkie
I am so loving the gym. I am going every single day. Annabelle really likes the creche so I get to do my workout totally stress-free. I only joined up for a month at first just in case I didn't have motivation to keep going but after this month I'm going to sign up on a 12-month contract. The only potential hiccup is if I get a job that gets in the way but I hope I'm in enough of a routine by the time that happens that I'll keep it up...
I downloaded this picture of a fit girl to stick on my fridge and keep me inspired.
This is a bit like the body I used to have many years ago, before baby belly (and the rest). I know I can't blame it all on the baby. And yeah yeah.. I know it's not like I have a terrible body, it could just use a little bit of toning... and a lot less belly flab!! :)
I'm going to enter a fun-run later in the year but for now I'm happy pounding the treadmill and pumping iron.
oh.. and later this week I'm gonna get me into a pump class. I wonder if I can talk them into playing "Cup of Life" for the squat track. Ah the good old days. :)
I downloaded this picture of a fit girl to stick on my fridge and keep me inspired.
This is a bit like the body I used to have many years ago, before baby belly (and the rest). I know I can't blame it all on the baby. And yeah yeah.. I know it's not like I have a terrible body, it could just use a little bit of toning... and a lot less belly flab!! :)
I'm going to enter a fun-run later in the year but for now I'm happy pounding the treadmill and pumping iron.
oh.. and later this week I'm gonna get me into a pump class. I wonder if I can talk them into playing "Cup of Life" for the squat track. Ah the good old days. :)
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