Oh man, I'm stuffed. Bub's asleep so I just did half hour on the elliptical trainer and it nearly killed me. It's parked right in front of the mirrored built-in's in the spare room (amongst the piles of washing) so I scrutinize myself the whole time - the sweat streaming down my chest and making sweaty patterns on my top, the sweat mustache beading up and trickling onto my lips, the cadbury-thickened thighs pumping around and around, the face going deeper shades of red underneath the really bad haircut... I've been averaging 4 workouts a week for the last month and a half. Either walking with my neighbour and/or Nick on a big circuit around our hilly estate. (I wear 2 kilo's of leg weights), or I hijack said neighbour's treadmill for a 40 minute weight loss program. (BN - from now on coz she's my "Beautiful Neighbour". I swear I've told her every thought that's ever occurred to me, since I met her a year ago.) And have also done a couple workouts on the recently acquired elliptical, and BN dragged me to the local pool once (I managed 14 laps before drowning). According to the scales I now fluctuate between 53.5 and 52.5 instead of sitting around 54.5. (Although I haven't weighed myself since the Easter weekend and I'm going to the all you can eat buffet tonight!!) However slight the improvement doesn't stop Greg from groping me at every chance proclaiming tight buns and strong legs, I just think he's terrified I'm going to stop unless he showers me with praise and encouragement. Maybe that's just my paranoid female rationale but I really don't see any changes yet. But I am glad I got out of the inactive funk I was in! I use to be a fit little champ once upon a time and I haven't done anything really consistently for about two years! GASP! Until now...
For someone who reads so much I really can't spell for shit. You've probably noticed when I leave comments around the place. And you probably think "isn't she suppose to be a teacher??" I always know when I've got something wrong though and my trusty Heinmann Dictionary is usually floating around close by. It's a bit embarrassing, especially when I'm sitting in on Professional Development or a staff meeting and trying not to interrupt proceedings by blurting out "How the fck do you spell LICENCE??!!!" I swear I tried about five times and it still looked wrong! But I know now, it's got no S's in it! I asked my girlfriend on the phone last night and I'll never spell it wrong again!
Friday, March 28, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
New peeps.
My teeth are aching from following up every meal with chocolate for the last two days. I only visited the dentist on Tuesday. I went in with a white t-shirt on and came home with it splattered in blood. (Okay, not quite "splattered"..."flecked" I should say.) I'm pleased to say my teeth are resembling more like those of a well paying client and less like those of a member of the community health center.
I've decided that the cross on top of the hot cross bun just messes with the whole consistency of the texture, making it unbearably foul and gag-worthy. It adds this cruchy/chewy irregularity to what would be a perfectly good raisin bun.
We had a really nice Easter break. Friday we had brunch slash lunch at Nana and Grandads. (Actually got to see Dad, like TWICE in one month.) Nick made heaps of beautiful food and I took Norri rolls. Got to see my Uncle Mark and cousins from Brisbane - Megan, who is the same age as Izzy and Troy who's 17, into lifting weights and basketball so thought Greg was his new best friend. Anakin saw his first talking bird and thought it was hilarious, except when we went in for a closer look it squawked at us full blast and he nearly packed it in.
Saturday we had another Slip-n-Slide day here. I told Mark not to expect another sumptuous feast that maybe I'd bust open a packet of chips for him or something if he was lucky. But really I was joking, we ate date scones with fig jam and vege platters with antipasto and Jarlsberg cheese... followed up by Easter eggs of course, and chips. The kids had a good-ole-time slippin and slidin, jumping on the tramp, in the sandpit and cubby etc. Anakin was fascinated with my gf's baby who is just so fat and placid and absolutely adorable in every way.
Sunday started off very early. Izzy's Easter basket was totally overladen and when Anakin spied his at the bottom of his cot he went "Aww cute". (Will update with some pix tomorrow.) His since learnt "some more chocolate?" By about 8 we were headed off to the "Monsteries" (the big markets), where we had breaky and stocked-up on persimmons. Then we blew all our spending money on a trio of "chookens" (Latte, Frappe and Megacinno) and two gorgeous ducklings (Cadbury and Caramello). So cute!
So we've spent most of the day sitting on the grass in front of the chook shed admiring our new peeps.
Monday, March 17, 2008
What to write?
It's been so long I'm not quite sure what to write about, I'm outta the funk. Mmmmm... I suppose the topic of food is a good place to start...
Inspired by my fanatically healthy sister I just made the yummiest tuna salad. It has lettuce, capsicum, snow peas, heaps of parsley, sesame and sunflower seeds, corn, some dried dates, tomato, parmesan cheese and a dressing of olive oil and lime juice. SO GOOD! But I can never get it to taste quite as good as hers. While I was cutting and dicing Bubby was pulling his nappy off, dripping his icy pole all over the floor, trying to find anything in the pantry that's good for spilling (curry powder, rice etc), pulling out all the dried banana from its packet and serving it up on his breakfast plate along with his left over mango, rambutan and vegemite toast and trying to spot all the baby geckos that are all over the place at the moment.
Once upon a time he responded to most things affirmatively. His cute little "yeah" sounded like "yeow" and everything was "Yeah", "cool", "okay. Now he sound quite disagreeable and everything's "no", "no", "no", "no", "no" punctuated by a high pitched scream and furious head shaking. Little punk!
He can say heaps of hard stuff now like "pumpkin" and "penguins". He's getting the hang of using a plural for more than one and he can count up to two and speak in sentences! He knows who are the girls and who are the boys and therefore who has a "dicky" and who has a "mimmi" (you have to talk about something when you're both sitting on the pot).
Izzy's Dad has finally landed himself a job that he enjoys and includes travel. He's the sound and lighting guy for the Sydney Hotshots. (Think "Manpower".) So far he's been to Bathurst, Brisbane, he's in New Zealand now for the next month and when they get back will be going to Perth and Darwin! I was in Cairns on the weekend and got to go op-shopping (YAY!) and came across a Hotshots T-Shirt. Ha ha. I think Izzy's a bit petrified that he's going to start working on his muscle definition, learn all the choreography and audition! Please no!
I've started up a "Mum's Movie Night" and extended an ongoing invitation to some of the hardworking Mums I know to ditch the kids on a Thursday night and come over to my place for a movie and dessert. So far it's only been my sister and my wonderful neighbour, so it's been a nice intimate affair but I hope some others manage to come every once in a while. So far we've watched Juno with pecan danish and The Nanny Diaries with sponge roll. Watched There Will Be Blood with Greg the other night, he thought it was a bit boring but I loved watching Daniel Plainview descent into madness and alcoholism. It was riveting. Daniel Day Lewis rocks. I loved him in The Crucible. That movie was awesome. Does anyone have any movie recommendations for a bunch of ladies because the Nanny Diaries was so Walt Disney. We need something a little edgier than that!
Inspired by my fanatically healthy sister I just made the yummiest tuna salad. It has lettuce, capsicum, snow peas, heaps of parsley, sesame and sunflower seeds, corn, some dried dates, tomato, parmesan cheese and a dressing of olive oil and lime juice. SO GOOD! But I can never get it to taste quite as good as hers. While I was cutting and dicing Bubby was pulling his nappy off, dripping his icy pole all over the floor, trying to find anything in the pantry that's good for spilling (curry powder, rice etc), pulling out all the dried banana from its packet and serving it up on his breakfast plate along with his left over mango, rambutan and vegemite toast and trying to spot all the baby geckos that are all over the place at the moment.
Once upon a time he responded to most things affirmatively. His cute little "yeah" sounded like "yeow" and everything was "Yeah", "cool", "okay. Now he sound quite disagreeable and everything's "no", "no", "no", "no", "no" punctuated by a high pitched scream and furious head shaking. Little punk!
He can say heaps of hard stuff now like "pumpkin" and "penguins". He's getting the hang of using a plural for more than one and he can count up to two and speak in sentences! He knows who are the girls and who are the boys and therefore who has a "dicky" and who has a "mimmi" (you have to talk about something when you're both sitting on the pot).
Izzy's Dad has finally landed himself a job that he enjoys and includes travel. He's the sound and lighting guy for the Sydney Hotshots. (Think "Manpower".) So far he's been to Bathurst, Brisbane, he's in New Zealand now for the next month and when they get back will be going to Perth and Darwin! I was in Cairns on the weekend and got to go op-shopping (YAY!) and came across a Hotshots T-Shirt. Ha ha. I think Izzy's a bit petrified that he's going to start working on his muscle definition, learn all the choreography and audition! Please no!
I've started up a "Mum's Movie Night" and extended an ongoing invitation to some of the hardworking Mums I know to ditch the kids on a Thursday night and come over to my place for a movie and dessert. So far it's only been my sister and my wonderful neighbour, so it's been a nice intimate affair but I hope some others manage to come every once in a while. So far we've watched Juno with pecan danish and The Nanny Diaries with sponge roll. Watched There Will Be Blood with Greg the other night, he thought it was a bit boring but I loved watching Daniel Plainview descent into madness and alcoholism. It was riveting. Daniel Day Lewis rocks. I loved him in The Crucible. That movie was awesome. Does anyone have any movie recommendations for a bunch of ladies because the Nanny Diaries was so Walt Disney. We need something a little edgier than that!
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Once compromised
Nicholas came yesterday and after assessing the sick patient, declared that it was one of the most horrid, pervasive viruses he'd seen - something akin to the flesh eating Ebola. A few hours later he'd cut out the malignancy, administered the antibiotics and attended to the sutures - a healthy system restored, a fresh new start!
I'll come back soon when my teeth don't ache and I'm not all mentally compromised from the hellish migraine I survived last night.
I'll come back soon when my teeth don't ache and I'm not all mentally compromised from the hellish migraine I survived last night.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Meltdown
The computer has contracted a seriously debilitating virus, hence the lack of communication going on around here. Waiting nowhere near patiently for my brother, who has been offered vast quantities of Jack Daniels, a big feed and all the cash I have in my wallet to come and fix it.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
A few things about Greg
For one thing he has 613 unread emails in his inbox. Who could stand it?
I felt a bit sorry for the guy last week. He had a few creepy experiences all in a cluster and every now and again I'd glance his way and notice he was getting the heeby-jeebies and a shiver would run down his spine and he'd groan quietly with a memory.
Under the supervision of our neighbour (who grew up on a farm and knows all the tricks of the trade) Greg was the one to finalise the rooster. He had to dislocate the neck and all that stuff. I wouldn't have liked to be in his place but he was all brave about it and said "the first ones the hardest." Poor guy.
Now this isn't just to freak out my foreign readers who already think that Australia is full of deadly animals, this is the God honest truth. Last Friday night when Greg was replacing a few screens around the house he went out the back door to see what tools he'd need to take it off it's hinges, I was putting Anakin to sleep and I heard him make this really unusual guteral sound which prompted me to sing out (which is something you don't do for just any reason when you're trying to put the baby to sleep) "Greg! What happened?" I wasn't expecting his reply of "A snake just fell on my head!! Bring me a torch and a rag!" I think he must of disturbed it when he got the spare flyscreen out of the ceiling (yes we use every possible cavity in this tiny house for storage) and it must have been making it's way outside. Actually we don't really know where the bloody hell it came from. It just kind of dropped on his head from outta nowhere. Bizzaroworld. We kept it for a day and then it escaped from it's box!
And then Monday evening he was transplanting some paw-paw trees when I get more orders shouted out at me "Bring me a bottle! A spider just bit me!" It was an ugly looking thing too. Greg was sitting here googling North Queensland spiders trying to identify it with his arm all wrapped in a tourniquet, waiting for the symptoms to set in. I had a hard time seeing where it had actually bit him and was giving him shit about living on borrowed time. We're pretty sure it was a Trapdoor spider. Luckily we didn't mistake it for something deadlier because I'm sure Greg would've easily manifested some swelling, numbness or dizziness. I'm not very sympathetic at times, I just take the piss. Like you didn't notice ;p
I'm surprised he didn't lie down on the floor and refuse to move a muscle in case the poison spread faster. He doesn't usually need an excuse to lie down on the lino. The number of times I've been looking around for Greg and all you can see of him his his two work boots sticking out of a doorway. He can just stop everything, lie down on the floor on the spot, and be fast asleep in two seconds. For someone like me, who doesn't really get all that much sleep and sometimes suffers insomnia it's really a wonder to behold. I've said it before but he is really missing a brainwave cycle. From one moment to the next he goes from being awake, to closing his eyes, making a few involuntary jerks and then is fast asleep. It's unreal. He can sleep for 90% of his half hour lunch break at work. He just finishes eating, puts his head down on the smoko table and goes straight to sleep. The siren goes to start work again and he just carries on sleeping. A couple of times all the other lads leave quietly and then watch him through the window to watch his startled reaction when he wakes up. (Once to find the foremen having a conversation over the top of him!)
Man, I had this mammoth (well okay maybe not in your terms, friggin 12 k's on a cross trainer, or some serious marathon training would actually kill me I reckon) workout on my girlfriends treadmill yesterday with my heavy leg weights on. It was a total killer. I was almost crying at one point. Anyway ever since I've had this weird equilibrium thing going on like I've just spent 2 weeks on a boat. And yes, I have made an offer on that treadmill (and a cross-trainer too). Only coz the weather around here is so wet and unpredictable and I've gotten on a bit of a roll with the exercise regime and don't want to let it slip. Plus me and Greg have a bit of an idea in mind about setting up a good gym. We're well on the way already, with the leg press he built, cable cross-overs, spinner, weights bench, punching ball and bag... couple more cardio machines and we'll be all decked out and put the local gym to shame.
I felt a bit sorry for the guy last week. He had a few creepy experiences all in a cluster and every now and again I'd glance his way and notice he was getting the heeby-jeebies and a shiver would run down his spine and he'd groan quietly with a memory.
Under the supervision of our neighbour (who grew up on a farm and knows all the tricks of the trade) Greg was the one to finalise the rooster. He had to dislocate the neck and all that stuff. I wouldn't have liked to be in his place but he was all brave about it and said "the first ones the hardest." Poor guy.
Now this isn't just to freak out my foreign readers who already think that Australia is full of deadly animals, this is the God honest truth. Last Friday night when Greg was replacing a few screens around the house he went out the back door to see what tools he'd need to take it off it's hinges, I was putting Anakin to sleep and I heard him make this really unusual guteral sound which prompted me to sing out (which is something you don't do for just any reason when you're trying to put the baby to sleep) "Greg! What happened?" I wasn't expecting his reply of "A snake just fell on my head!! Bring me a torch and a rag!" I think he must of disturbed it when he got the spare flyscreen out of the ceiling (yes we use every possible cavity in this tiny house for storage) and it must have been making it's way outside. Actually we don't really know where the bloody hell it came from. It just kind of dropped on his head from outta nowhere. Bizzaroworld. We kept it for a day and then it escaped from it's box!
And then Monday evening he was transplanting some paw-paw trees when I get more orders shouted out at me "Bring me a bottle! A spider just bit me!" It was an ugly looking thing too. Greg was sitting here googling North Queensland spiders trying to identify it with his arm all wrapped in a tourniquet, waiting for the symptoms to set in. I had a hard time seeing where it had actually bit him and was giving him shit about living on borrowed time. We're pretty sure it was a Trapdoor spider. Luckily we didn't mistake it for something deadlier because I'm sure Greg would've easily manifested some swelling, numbness or dizziness. I'm not very sympathetic at times, I just take the piss. Like you didn't notice ;p
I'm surprised he didn't lie down on the floor and refuse to move a muscle in case the poison spread faster. He doesn't usually need an excuse to lie down on the lino. The number of times I've been looking around for Greg and all you can see of him his his two work boots sticking out of a doorway. He can just stop everything, lie down on the floor on the spot, and be fast asleep in two seconds. For someone like me, who doesn't really get all that much sleep and sometimes suffers insomnia it's really a wonder to behold. I've said it before but he is really missing a brainwave cycle. From one moment to the next he goes from being awake, to closing his eyes, making a few involuntary jerks and then is fast asleep. It's unreal. He can sleep for 90% of his half hour lunch break at work. He just finishes eating, puts his head down on the smoko table and goes straight to sleep. The siren goes to start work again and he just carries on sleeping. A couple of times all the other lads leave quietly and then watch him through the window to watch his startled reaction when he wakes up. (Once to find the foremen having a conversation over the top of him!)
Man, I had this mammoth (well okay maybe not in your terms, friggin 12 k's on a cross trainer, or some serious marathon training would actually kill me I reckon) workout on my girlfriends treadmill yesterday with my heavy leg weights on. It was a total killer. I was almost crying at one point. Anyway ever since I've had this weird equilibrium thing going on like I've just spent 2 weeks on a boat. And yes, I have made an offer on that treadmill (and a cross-trainer too). Only coz the weather around here is so wet and unpredictable and I've gotten on a bit of a roll with the exercise regime and don't want to let it slip. Plus me and Greg have a bit of an idea in mind about setting up a good gym. We're well on the way already, with the leg press he built, cable cross-overs, spinner, weights bench, punching ball and bag... couple more cardio machines and we'll be all decked out and put the local gym to shame.
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