I find it wild that I have been so irregular (comparitively) at posting this week, and me on holiday and all! I think I am still a bit out of sorts with this flu and while I had a burst of energy mid week I have been taking it easy again as the weekend approached.

The thing with taking it easy is that there is less than usual to post about. I have hardly seen the Count (towelled or otherwise) amd actually it has got a bit weird here and we barely seem to be speaking… I know that this is beyond normal male communication handicap… one of his mates was here during the week and we chatted just fine, though briefly. the Count really just seems to have nothing to say.

I have spent the last 3 nights babysitting for a family who have been in Manly at a conference and I have been keeping the sofa in their hotel warm while the baby slept. It has paid rather good money and though the nights have been really late (yawn) I am going back tonight for another round. Thank goodness for my dvd rom drive, there has been nothing on tv and I have worn out the carpet at the video store getting stuff to keep me occupied!!

I have decided on a change of name for the blog, it’s a new year, and a change is a good thing, I can’t quite bring myself to change the colour scheme yet. I think the blue is quite restful…

Or something.

Thank you one and all for the well wishing and the ascendent prayers. Am feeling much better though my throat is still somewhat out of sorts… Still, better enough to go to the movies (Meet the Fockers…) and drink coffee in Manly and walk along the beach, though the walking almost finished me off…

Hung out with Skeeter, Kaffin and Surf tonight. Had planned to watch a movie but erred instead towards good conversation… Marvellous how a good chat sets the world back on it’s axis. I hadn’t actually realised how much I had missed them. (The crew and the chats.). I think there will be more hanging out this week which will be rather nice.

I have been thinking about New Years Resolutions. Partly because Blogger Idol is thinking about them and partly because I never make resolutions, they only end in guilt.

Still… There are some things I would like to see happen this year.

Apart from the New Bod and the New Man, as mentioned in an earlier post…

1. I would like a compatible flatmate (did I tell you Adder decided not to move in… I have to ask, is there a sign on my forhead saying “DON’T DO IT!”???? This is the 2nd time in 2 months… Any suggestions… and please don’t say “Ask the Count to stay on…”
2. I would like more money, and actually have a plan to make that happen
3. I would like to see some goals achieved at work. And I have a plan to pin my boss to a meeting in the boardroom and some goal setting.
4. I would like to go home for my birthday and need to set a budget in place so that comes to pass.
5. I would like to see more of Sydney and think I need to take a leaf out of Jack’s book to set some time aside each month to go somewhere new.
6. I would like to spend more time with people closer to my age. (That includes you PIA… *winks*)
7. I would like to sing more. With new people and have the resources to do it. Looking for the nerve…

So, these are some of the dreams/plans for 05… not so much resolutions as achievable goals…

At least, if I get my act together…

Blogger Idol

There are many things in life that are unfair.

Now, at the risk of being called selfish, I am thinking about the small unfair things, not the huge outrageously unfair things like Tsunami’s and terrorist plots and war.

I think it is unfair to have the first thing happen to you in a New Year to be sickness.. especially when this is the first holiday I have had since July!

Unfair.

Bad Form…

Etc.

So, apart from the fact I have been without internet service for a week while I change phone providers, I have had a massive does of the bone aching, fever producing, throat constricting flu.

Gross…

What is also unfair is to have to get my sorry self out of bed after a whole night without sleep to purchase drugs…

Not fair to have a flatmate who’s first respose is “don’t give it to me” and friends who are too busy to make a mercy dash to the pharmacy.

Sigh.

I am sure life will be more fair when I am feeling better…

’till then, all prayers for healing gratefully received.

I believe there several types of people in this life, You know it right? Some like you, some totally foreign even if they have lived on these shores as long as you?

I can categorise three kinds of people… Those who ruffle feathers …and those that get ruffled… and those who are smooth as a ducks back, ruffling = not an option.

Me? I’m a ruffler, generally not perterbed by the status quo and not averse to speaking my mind… The Count? He’s a rufflee, begging for it… a moving target for someone like me, even if I’m not planning a round of ruffling…

*laughs*

Picture This… It’s “Laundry Day” in our “happy” household….

I left my last load in the machine last night and today had totally forgotten it was even there… the Count had a load to do… My load of girly “unmentionables” sitting idly in the machine presents a conundrum for a boy wholly unfamiliar with the ways of girls…

Me? I’d have dragged his stuff out of the machine without giving it a thought, actually, have done it once already.
You get the picture right? Jocks, Socks and Jammies… no dramas for pragmatic me…

He?

Well, I have no proof as I was out of the house but I imagine it went something like…

Paces the laundry “Hrrrmmph”

Lifts the lid

Peers in

Gasps…

It isn’t a sensible white cotton load…

Nope, this is the full monty, a darks load, blacklace, g-strings, skimpy red nightie… every rufflee’s nightmare… Guaranteed To disrupt his ability to look me in the eye without wondering…

God I wish I’d seen his face…Of course if I had been home, it would have been the polite “I need the washing machine… could you empty it please?” As it was I came home to find the offending articles on a dining room chair in front of the machine…

I guess grabbing the Washing basket from my room was more terrifying so I don’t think my imagination is too far from the mark…