Waiting

I don't like waiting. Not that anybody really does, but those close to me can verify that I am a particularly impatient person. Patience really isn't one of my (otherwise many) virtues. I have inherited my mothers punctuality, which has been marginally relaxed by being married to a man whose family is barely even aware of time in a traditional sense. It is more of an abstract idea that is loosely relevant to his family.
It's like I have an inbuilt clock or something, and I don't have to think about how long somewhere will take to get and when we'll need to leave I just know and am painfully, seriously uncooly punctual.
My sister (who I am in fact waiting for now, and therefore brought on these thoughts) did not inherit this punctual quality. When we were teenagers going somewhere together, if she wasn't ready when I told her I would be, I would leave without her. We roar laughing about it now, and we both concede that we both could have been more considerate of the other (me a bit more patient, her more organised), but gosh it used to piss me off! Haha
In fact while we're on the subject of getting ready to go out, it is a regular occurence in our house that my husband takes more time to get ready than I do! How funny, but lately I've been getting more flexible, and even scheduling to arrive places late *gasp*.
Anyhow this has been a pleasant way to pass the time while I wait for my sister........

Internet Fix

Ahhhhhhh. It's been three long days since I could access the internet from the comfort of my own home, and now voila I'm connected with the world again. Thanks to the lovely, unobtrusive, quiet and generally proffessional builders (are you catching my sarcastic tone here?) that are employed to renovate the house we live in, our phone line was cut last week, and I was cut off from the outside world with no warning. Horror!
My hero (AKA the telstra man) came today and fixed it. Hurrah! What I want to know, now that I experienced a few days without the net, is how the hell did anyone get anything done before the internet?
And despite the fact that my phone line is working again, those pesky builders are still here. Hammering, sawing, drilling and even using a jack hammer as I type. Lovely. So you know I think it's time I scooted off to uni, where I can relax and escape. Yay!

Vice Presidential Duties

So I know what the name of the student club I am VP of is now. That's always good isn't it? I have an inkling I am going to be quite good at this too. Especially if tonights "meeting" was anything to go by. We decided earlier in the week it would be a good idea to get together 'off campus', to discuss what we want to do with the club, and to start organising our first social event.

Our meeting went like this; meet at uber cool bar in the city, drink alcohol outside under an outdoor heater, briefly discuss official business (so as to give the appearance at least that this was a serious meeting, not an excuse to get pissed). Adjourn official business, order more drinks - and let the drinking games begin. Like I said, I think I can get used to this.

It also helps that our President - the all round nice guy/jock/good at freaking everything but you can't dislike him coz he's so bloody nice - was shocked, yes you read correctly SHOCKED I tell you, to learn that *gasp* I am nearly 30. In fact the entire group looked genuinely confused. I love them all! And I might add that this was before the drinking had begun. Apparently he thought I was 22 max. Awesome.

It's not all drinking and compliments though. There are serious and important things to attend to. Like for example, tomorrow I have to check my email to see if President has sent through graphics for flyers we're making. I know what you're thinking. How do I cope with the stress and the pressure? To tell you the truth I don't know, I just find a way and hope for the best.

Gross

* Warning - This blog contains some disturbing anecdotes. Blog suitable for mature readers only.

I swallowed a fly today. As I was getting into my car I felt it go in and hit the back of my throat. Eeeeeewwwwwww. But it gets worse. Normally when it's happened to me before I cough and it comes out. Not this time.

Because I was breathing in it got sucked right to the back of my throat and I could feel it wriggling around in my throat. I mean this is almost traumatising. I start having a coughing fit while I'm driving - I pull over and manage to tell Mr D to buy me a drink in the middle of coughing. While he's in the shop the fly is still wriggling in my throat but it won't budge and it's making me dry retch. Then I hear a car beeping me and I look in the rear mirror and see not car but bus. Had pulled into bus stop, and so had to pull out and find another spot to put car. I do that and the coughing is getting worse and is now progressing to vomitting. I am standing in the gutter making revolting noises with shoppers walking past looking a little perplexed, in a 'I am not really looking becasue that wouldn't be polite' way. Note to self - breathing in fly not fun.

I look up and see Mr D and he sees me bent over in the gutter and comes running. Finally a drink! It helps, but it still doesn't feel pleasant. After gulping the drink down it feels better, but it's still catching when I breathe in and Mr D has to pull over a few times on the way home coz I think I'm gonna vomit again. Didn't though so that was good.

Feeling better tonight except for the occasional gross thought of having eaten a fly. The moral of the story people is breathe through your nose!

Hot Keys Dance Party

There was an informal sort of get together at my place last night, that consisted of the requisite drinks, good friends and yummy food. It's pretty much a garanteed recipe for a great night. And I always find that the word spreads fairly effortlessly that there is to be a social gathering of some kind.

I am always pleasantly surprised to see people turn up who I had no idea were coming. Take for example the lovely Basil and her man, they were hours away on the Victorian coast as far as I was aware, so when I saw them walking up my driveway I was delighted. Basil and SnakeBalls know how to work a room!

After several hours of the aforementioned drinking, it became apparent that the night would not be complete without a little Hot Keys action. For those of you not in the know, Hot Keys is an awesome 80's keyboard that hangs around the players neck - usually my husbands.

After some Electro Hot Keys, there was a void that needed to be filled, and it could only be filled with Pictionary. We teamed up into two groups of three and so began the competition, schemes and friendly yelling matches. I have to confess that my team were a little cheeky and probably got more slack than we deserved. Anyhow, we lost so I don't really feel guilty.

Accidental Vice-President

Today I went to Uni and found myself in an AGM for a newly formed Media and Journalism Students Society. My friend and I thought it would be a bit of fun to get involved and then somehow I was nominated to 'run' (and I use that term loosely as nobody else contested the title). So by default I am now the Vice President of said club.

There was a definite lack of ceremony for the occasion but I think I can over look that. The fact that I only became aware of it's existence a few weeks ago, and until today was not a member is inconsequential.

My friend found herself with the official role of Secretary and we walked out of the room a little dazed with me saying, and I quote, "So I'm the Vice President of a club I know nothing about." Hmmmm.

Stay tuned for further developments......

25 Year Anniversary

Today our Church celebrated 25 years of J&B being at Christchurch. Wow. What an emotional day! It was a chance to reflect and express our gratitude to the people who have served and loved us so faithfully for so long, and to remeber all of the ways in which they have been a blessing to me personally. But also, it was an opportunity to catch up with people I haven't seen in a long time, a decade in some instances! Talk about a blast from the past! Man I feel OLD!
Cordelia and her siblings as well as Basil and various others did a FABULOUS job organising, plotting and generally being sneaky to make it a surprise for J&B.
What a fun day, if only we could have ordered the weather to be at least 15 degrees cooler. The kids enjoyed it - any excuse for a water fight hey?!