Five months on

Well it's been a long time. According to my last post it has been five months. And during that time, my significant other has begun a blog and really I have to say, out blogged me. He is wittier, funnier and in my opinion far more entertaining to read than me. What's a girl to do? Can I really complain that he is so talented and effortlessly writes clever, insightful and funny blogs? I think not.

However, I will soldier on. I cannot let his raw talent stop me. No, I will continue to write and not be daunted by his genius! It is hard to live in the shadow of greatness.....but I will continue on....I am woman hear me roar!

Now after all that grandstanding I think I have nothing much to write about....

Busy Busy Busy

So let me tell you all about what the next 6 weeks hold for me. In 3 weeks Lovey is having her first baby - that's a pretty big deal. I have two major assignments due in around the same time she is due to give birth, and we'll also be packing ready to move house.

We move house at the end of next month, which at this point I am really looking forward to. Our new house has more room, carpet (oh joy), and wait for it....an inground spa yippee! I will miss our little house and the seriously great location, but really am looking forward to more space.

About a week after we move into our new place Mr S my brother-in-law, will marry the fabulous Miss B (who will soon be Mrs B!!!). With all of these things about to take place I'm excited, nervous, apprehensive and hanging out all at the same time!

And, there is a J shaped whole in my heart. GG just was not the same without Judd and her espangol ways. At least she's coming back and we're not losing her forever to the USA, but still I miss her.

Saturday Morning Ritual

Saturday morning sleep in's are the best. My saturday morning's are mostly a leisurely affair and go something like this:

1. Wake up at around 9 to 9.30am, begin slowly waking up
2. Breakfast in bed
3. Venture outside briefly to retrieve the Saturday Age.
4. Read paper for an hour or so (which counts as homework - oh joy!)
5. Call a friend - usually lovey - and giggle.

However such luxuriating cannot go on all day, and by around 11am it's time to tackle the things that the rest of my Saturdays usually consist of: The two H's - Homework and Housework!

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!