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Lazy Saturday

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I have been asleep for the last 4 hours, I can hardly believe it! I crashed on the sofa at 1 and woke around 4.30. It can’t be good to be that wrecked. It really cant.

I am babysitting tonight at 8pm, a late start which is likely to mean a late finish! Yikes… Looks like tomorrow will be another sleepy day too…

Not much else is news at the moment, the Count was supposed to call today before dropping off more gear but I’ve not heard from him, probably just as well as he would have woken me up and I would have been cranky… I think it’s the fact that I couldn’t tell him on Thursday just what time I would be home so he could plan his day that he didn’t make it.

I went to dinner at Tez’s house last night, dinner for 4. It was a cool time and once again I left thinking “He just isn’t into you”. This is ok, I am “just not into him” most of the time and yet we still get people asking us what’s going on with each other? Bizarre but true.

Thinking it might be pizza night tonight, I have little in the fridge to inspire cooking and can’t be bothered leaving the house till it’s time to go to work… will let my fingers do the walking and pizza hut to do the driving….

Yum… now, what to choose for the topping…

And So It Begins

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I was dining with Miss Lisa last night and she told me off soundly for being slack at posting … So I am posting so I don’t get into further hot water!!!!

There has been very little happening lately, and I have been really tired so haven’t had much to report … However… this morning on arrival at work I decided to start charting the 8 week chapter about the Count… So Buckle up it’s going to be an interesting ride…

The Count has started moving a little bit of stuff into the flat… I have wanted to be generous in helping make the moving process as smooth as possible so haven’t minded that stuff is arriving before official moving in date. I think this is acceptable, however due to the intense nature of this guy I get a bit pressured to be deciding 24 hours in advance if I am going to be home so he can drop stuff off etc… You have to understand that I’m not the sort of girl who plans that far in advance… 24 mins is probably my limit… Actually the worst thing about it is his expectation that I will arrange my life to suit… As a consequence I am more likely to dig my heels in and make it a little less easy … (So call me a cow… You know you want to…)

This morning is indicitive once again of his attitude… He advised he hadn’t brought stuff to drop off tonight. He may bring stuff on Saturday instead… Of course I said, I may not be available on Saturday. I think it was the fact he didn’t ask if I was going to be home and instead assumed that I would be… That’s the kicker…

So, he said “When am I going to get a key?”

I replied, “When you start paying rent. *rolling her eyes across the desk at Shoe*

Silence

“You can start paying rent now if you like, then I can give you a key…”

End of discussion.

Please don’t tell me I am making a huge mistake inviting the Count to move in, you gotta know he is bascially just an ok guy with no clues about dealing with people… tell you what, he is going to be on a steep learning curve with me… And *deep breath* it’s only for 8 weeks.

She signs off to go and draw up a tenancy contract…

Listening to Idol Reports

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Well … this is a brief story as I am writing at the office while the boss is away…

On Sunday 20 members of our worship team joined a choir of school students from the other side of Sydney to sing in the Grand Final of Australian Idol.

Now, you have to understand, in our household it was Bliss who was the Idol fan, I could watch it with her but did not go out of my way to see what was going on!!! But, in case you hadn’t heard (therefore are living somewhere other than Australia) the two finalists were Anthony Callea (21) and Casey Donovan a 16 year old high school student…

Erana Clark, a member of our church, is the vocal coach for Idol and is the means by which we were invited to be a part of the event. So, in spite of my non committal attitude to the whole show I decided that it was an experience not to be missed.

We rehearsed on Thursday evening, took home cd copies of the song we were singing and practised at home and then met up with the other choir on Sunday afternoon for rehearsal and camera rehearsals with Casey and Anthony and a full dress rehearsal with the other final 12 Idol finalists.

As with any of these events the kudos of being involved is often better than the experience, it was impossible to hear the proceedings as the sound system was projecting to the audience and the choir had no foldback. This is normal, and not a criticism, but it was tricky when the kids next to me were bitching because their seats weren’t good enough, they werent going to get caught on camera and they couldn’t see… Too teenage… so insensible of the thrill of being a part of it that the minutae of such details ruined it for them!!!

Some of the other (younger) members of our team went off autograph and photo hunting, took the opportunity to walk up the red carpet in front of the thousands of spectators on the Opera House steps and revelled in the whispered comments “who’s that? Do you recognize them???” etc … too funny …

The final outcome was that Casey was crowned Australian Idol, much to the surprise of the nation. There is little doubt that Anthony is the better singer but Casey seems to have caught the imagination of the public. I only hope it turns into a good thing for her, being so young and cutting her studies short for this which could be such a fleeting thing may not serve her well. Still, I wasn’t thinking about that when I voted for her… I really didn’t think she could win against Anthony… guess the rest of Australia thought the same!

So, there you have it… a brief (!) inside look… It was a great night… and one I would do again… To think, I thought my first look at the Opera House would be at Harry Connick next year… now I have not only been inside, I have been backstage and have actually performed there… Life is good. Sydney is full of these opportunities… will let you know if there are more!

Enough Said