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So Singular in Each Particular

Restorative Properties of Sleep

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Well, I have 2 hours to go in the babysitting marathon… will be ringing Bet and suggesting coffee before church rather than spending the whole afternoon together. I am really keen to go church tonight as a rather well known Australian photographer will be showing of images from his new book… Let’s say I have a keen interest in seeing photographers who are stunning the world… Great inspiration… Otherwise I would probably reschedule till next week sometime…

The kids (3) I have sat for this weekend are great friends who I have been sitting for for about 4 years… needless to say they have grown up A LOT in that time and we are all pretty much family now… I love it… The little guy is the last person to propose to me… though at 7 years old now he would be embrassed to be reminded that I was his no 2 girl when he was 5 (Mum was number 1 but married already…).

I have to confess though, my patience was shorter than usual last night due to my shallow emotional tank… Still, I think I might have got away with it, I was lenient on the bed time for them but hard on myself and so, with around 10 hours sleep I am feeling a bit more on the level.

Thank goodness…

And then, I saw this article on the NZ Herald website. Only wish these fares were coming up before Christmas rather than in the New Year…

Biting Off More Than One Can Chew

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I think I am going to be very thin by time the weekend is over. I wish I meant upholstery wise but actually am erring more toward the emotional depth I will be capable of… If being on the verge of tears as I am now is anything to go by I fear I am in for a pounding…

I worked a full week, as I always do, I have been booked for a babysitting job tonight (which I usually do on Friday nights) and I have a 24 hour babysitting job on tomorrow till Sunday lunch.

*Deep Breath*

Then… I am meeting up with Bet and we are going to church together… Then I am going back to work on Monday…

… Gah … The only thing I can change is Bet, and I haven’t seen her in ages…

Why do I do this to myself?

Here’s why.

I need a lot of dollars so I can go home for Christmas. Maybe I should just shelve the trip ’till a less stressful time… but I really want to see the family and spend some downtime away from work and church and life.

I also need enought dollars to cover Bliss’ rent till the Count moves in (I’ll tell you about him tomorrow). I have just paid the power bill, my car needs a service and I am desperate for a summer wardrobe…

So…

If you have any brilliant (legal) ideas for making shedloads of money in a short amount of time… I’m all ears.

Bliss is off to Land of the Queens

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Well, it’s all over… after 1009 days together I am losing my Bliss.

Since she first started talking about a move to ‘that city up north’ it has been almost 4 months… it hardly seems real that we are moving into a new phase and going our separate ways. How funny does this sound? Like we’re breaking up…

I guess we are.

I used to get asked quite regulary if Bliss was my best friend, and insensitive as it sounds I always said no. Bliss and I are friends of a different kind, not exactly kindred spirits but better flatmates because of it I think. We knocked around together comfortably, the length of time it lasted is testament of that, I think it was an opposites ‘attract’ kind of thing! We were together so long we were always invited places together and always spoken of in the same sentence… The odd couple.

I think I am blissfully (excuse the pun) ignorant of how much I am going to miss her. I am not a sentimental type of chick and currently feel reasonably philosophical about the change… I think I am in denial. I believe I am going to miss the sneezing in the morning, the door closing as she leaves the house at 6am, the vacuum cleaning, the ability to excuse eating icecream at any time of the day, and chocolate for that matter.

Of course, I am also going to miss the long chats late in the evening, the single girls lament as we discussed our singular status, I’m going to miss her easy company too. Her wisdom and her amazing insight.

She’s a top chick.

So, here’s to the future!! And free lodging up north… And the best thing is that she will be back here every 8 weeks for work. You just gotta be happy with that…

Naughty Ain’t What it Used to Be

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It is the end of a rather warm New South Welsh day and I am relaxing on the sofa with a computer on my lap and an ice cold within easy reach.

I stopped at the bottlo (off licence) because I felt as though a coldie would be the perfect way to end the day and bought myself a 6 pack. The thing is, I was surprised to note that it felt really naughty!!

It’s funny isn’t it? The things that hound you from your childhood … Alcohol never manifested in our home until I had left school and even then, the only bottles we had secreted in the pantry were the occasional bottle of dodgy plonk that had been given us by houseguests which I distinctly remember included a bottle of sake in the cupboard for years before it got tossed out or used as bbq fuel!

I presume Maw and Paw were teetotal for no other reason than being fairly staunch Methodists, though by the time I was old enough to notice their stance on alcoholic beverages we had moved to the more ‘liberal’ Baptist church … I don’t even remember any diatribes about the evil of ‘the drink’ but for it to still affect me now it must have been imparted somehow even if in a subtle fashion…

Since then I have belonged to a church that actualy owned a pub for a while (until they converted it into their new premises) and have even been know to overindulge at rare intervals… and currently go to a church where alcohol is a personal choice and (in moderation) not frowned upon at all!

So why after all this time does that sneaky little voice at my shoulder say “tut… tut… tut… who’s a wicked girl then?”