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Stuffed

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Where I come from, stuffed usually means tired, evervated, knackered … Here it means full, replete to the point of excess…

For me, today, I am claiming both meanings for myself… At two parties I have eaten enough to feed a small 3rd world nation and I am climbing into bed at midnight.

Our staff Christmas ‘do’ was at a fine harborside restuaurant serving Sydneys finest seafood *gags* fortunately for us old testament eaters there was a delish lamb all served silver service and with lots of lovely non alcoholic drinks (I work for a church… remember?). It was all lovely, and yummy and very chatty etc but the piece de resistance of the meal was the massage.

Yep, you heard read me right, the massage.

3 Minute Angels came and spread their brand of Christmas cheer and gave us all 5 minute neck and shoulder massages…

Mmmmmm bliss… Zzzzzzzz Zzzzzzzz

Capable is a Mill Stone

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Hard to know what to post today without being rather reflective. But am going to post anyway…

I have come face to face with the end of my capabilities and am in that awkward place where one has to say to God “ok, you take it from here”

I am not comfortable with that place.

Nope

Not at all.

Not even a little bit…

I am way too capable for my own good most of the time and tend to manage very well on my own. But now I am in a job I can’t do with my eyes closed …

Now I am living with a guy who has no idea about living with other people… He hasn’t said 2 words to me today, and we work AND live together… I know it’s just his way but trying to share my living space with someone so self contained is like living with the invisible man. You can tell that he is there, you can feel his presence, but you can’t connect with him.

Not my ideal way to live really…

A bit lonely even.

Then, I go to church on Sunday evening, not because I really feel like it but because my soul feels COMPELLED to go and it was awesome in a “God is on my case” kind of way. Which is also totally terrifying to a capable sort of girl.

I’m aware that to go ahead I have to come to the end of me or else I will be stuck right here the same as I ever was, and I know there is more to me than that… But to go ahead is to leave myself in the hands of God and that is where the capable control freak freaks right on out of here…

Clean as a State of Mind

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I have the distinct feeling that if Bliss could see the state of this house she would either laugh or be furious… it has never looked so clean, I am sure she had no idea I had it in me!!!

I am reluctant to admit that it is pride that has kept it this way, that and a fear that if the Count caught a glimpse of this place in anything other than pristine condition he would have no problem letting the dishes pile up or leave stuff lying around… As a consequence, the dishes are done the minute they are used and the living room doesn’t even look lived in… I can see that the next 9 weeks are going to make me a much better housekeeper…

Bliss would be so proud…

(By the way, I am feeling rather warm and fuzzy that the Kiwi cricket players beat the Australians today in a one day game. There are few things that make a New Zealander more satisfied … I have lived here for the best part of 6 years and I still can’t support the Aussies (pronounced Ozzys) in sport. We were thrashed by them in the test series so the victory today is even sweeter… )