You could be a sweat meat or a beautiful nightmare

I'm a little embarrassed to admit this.

I wrote my earlier post this morning, in a grump at having to get up to drop M at work because (A) it was raining and (B) he ran 34km yesterday and was mildly crippled and I was also poo-y about the lack of computer + internet access. M has suggested I may have an addiction. I'm in denial. Anyway, this morning I felt like this:



But I'm over that now! I was all kinds of productive today! Who woulda thunk it?!? heh.
And genius/geek husband is a-fixing our problems - we have ordered a new hard drive, so all will be well. I will mourn what we have lost (especially photos and the entire first season of Glee - sob!) but there are books to be read (i'm tackling Anna Karenina next, ooo-err), jobs to be done and walks to be had. So no wuckers.


This picture will amuse Holly:




Back soon!

Hard drive down

Our laptop died. Our Hard drive is fried. May have cried.

Nah, not really, it just continued the rhyme.

So I am without Internet/computer access between the hours of 08.00 and 18.00 when M brings his work laptop home. This sucks. And who knows how much we will have lost. Not thinking about the documents/photos/music/movies that we hadn't backed up. Gah.

How can I be an unemployed layabout/travel advisor/blog writer/ gossip site aficionado/American TV watcher (currently on Everwood. Finished 4 seasons of Friday Night Lights - so good) - without a computer?!?!?!

FML. Might have to find an internet cafe. Or go for a walk. Or something.

Crap.

Hopefully I'll be back soon. Try not to miss me too much. I'll be missing you!

Karma is a bitch

with no sense of humour.

After spending so much time on the computer doing F-all yesterday, our beloved laptop, my link to the world has decided to shit itself. It started freezing and crashing when M was using it last night, so naturally I blame him.

And today is no better - I actually need to do real, productive-like things, and it freezes up every 5-10 min or so, I am typing this very fast to see if I can beat it!

haha! Win!

(Bit ultimately - Lose.)

Beloved laptop, don't die, I love you, I need you, you're Speeeeecial!

Last one for today, I promise

But it's so nice weather-wise so I'm sitting out on the balcony with a cuppa, randomly internet-ing - hmmm, ok, there needs to be a verb for this.
Oxford dictionary peeps - get on it.
When one is not 'surfing' or 'searching' just... internet using. Randomly. Because you have too much spare time.

This makes me giggle.
The fashion here (and apparently everywhere) for every woman seems to be tights.
Now, I sometimes partake in the leggings-wearing but leggings are opaque. Tights, on the otherhand, even misleadingly named "Opaque" tights, are sheer. And not pants. And should only be worn under dresses. Or very long tops. Not with a tight singlet and with clearly visable flowery G-bangga underneath. This comment is directed at the fake-tan-odoured cougar I stood behind at the markets this morning. Nearly put me off my croissante amande. Yuk. (The mutton dressed as lamb that is, not the croissant - that was delicious!)

This is WICKED.
Wants it. Wants it.
Could I make this? I have books and superglue ...

Ah, le petit prince, vous êtes très intelligents dans la manière du monde

And finally - bought two massive bunches of freesias at the markets today, so the apartment smells b.e.a-utiful.

C'est tout!

On the subject of GLEE

Cory Monteith.

aka, my next husband.







A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E

27 Days

Til GLEE returns!

I'm so excited.(And willing to accept that this makes me rather lame, but whatevs).

Pee your pants funny

I'm a bit late to the party with this one but shit it's funny.
I don't even like Jimmy Kimmel that much normally, but he brings the LOLs with this.

Travel Agent to the stars

Have been busy spending Tidy Didy's money booking planes, trains (no automobiles, yet, but Adi is coming so there's sure to be cars involved somehwhere along the line.)

Gorgeous apartment in the Marais with views of le Tour Eiffel for 5 nights in Paris? Sorted
TGV trains between Cannes and Paris? Easy
EasyJet flights to and from Rome? and for Didy and Adi to London? pfffth. Took advantage of the sale, scored €20 flights to Rome. 20 f-ing euro. You can't get a decent meal in Cannes for that. Excellent
Apartment in Roma? On it.

Essentially this blog is just to say - hi! I'm awesome. And I can't WAIT for TD and Adi to get here.

AND I have too much free time and am clearly lacking anything mentally stimulating to do, as I'm getting my jollies from booking accomodation.
Brain so mushy. oooh, sparkles ...

Sad. But true.

So I'm a cleaning lady *slash* travel agent. (A cleaning lady who has cleaned 4 apartments in 3 days. Didn't love it. Our place is a mess)
So glad I went to university for five years ....

HOWEVER, all this travel planning IS rather exciting. M and I sat down to do a budget which was ... interesting.... But the travel and visitors line-up for the next 5 months.

OH. HELLS. YES.


That is all - as you were.

P.S - Mez, if you read this, I'm having friends over for dinner this week and will be trying out your Veggie Lasagna recipe - just wanted to ask if it's ok to use fresh lasagna sheets of if timing is only for dried sheets? Merci Chef Mez!

Xx

Happy Days

“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.”
Marcel Proust

Click to enlarge

What an adventure the last 14 months has been.
It is worth taking stock now and then and counting blessings don't you think?

xx

Fail

All of 3 hours later and I'm back again.

I received an email from the head of the school basically saying that if we can't get a resolution early next week she will have to make a decision to give this class more stability as the parents are quickly losing patience - which I don't blame them for. The poor kids have had 4 different teachers in two weeks.

So that pretty much sucks. A lot.

le sigh

So I have been watching this over and over again to cheer myself up.
It doesn't get old.




Also, I have just discovered that the entire film of "Newsies" is available on YouTube. This has literally made my day/afternoon. Back in 1996 Jil Applegate introduced me to this musical starring a 17 year old Christian Bale pre-Batman/American Psycho-ness. So cute. And I had one of the songs in my head a few weeks ago so I looked it up. It's so corny/cheesy/great.

A few musical numbers to whet your appetite:



and:




And yes - that is Vinnie Delpino from Doogie Howser M.D. Ahh early 90s, you were good to us.

Gosh darn't. I love musicals.

Oscars, Yoda and fractions

Why go to L.A – on the day that the OSCARS are on, and not camp out at the Kodak Theatre? My next husband George CLOONEY will be there, The Brange, Colin FIRTH, the hot guy from ‘The Hurt Locker’ Jeremy something-something, Robert Downey Junior, Ryan REYNOLDS, Sam WORTHINGTON who made it easier to switch my brain off and enjoy Avatar. And the gowns! The frocks! The glamour!

This is the perfectly reasonable and logical question I have been asking M for the last few days as he has gotten organised for his week away in L.A at a conference for Space Geeks! (haha, it’s my blog, I can call him a giant Space Geek all I like!)

M’s response “I’d rather punch myself in the balls”.
How are we still happily married?? How???

Anyways, to be fair, I’m a little sad that he is going for a whole week as I will be a little lonely/bored in the evenings. But absence makes the heart grow fonder. Or some such trite bollocks. I'll just get to watch more TV that I like!

M has also been teaching me maths. On Friday night while I slaved away making us a delicious pasta meal followed by Caramel Apple Pudding (cause the boy is carbo-loading for all his crazy-arse running – 30km on Saturday, but more on that in a sec) I was quizzed with addition, multiplication, division and fractions. FRACTIONS. F-me I hate fractions. They make no sense. I mean they DO, just not in my head! This all came about because wise and patient Obi-Wan cracked it at me when I happened to ask, just off hand, more speaking out loud than anything, what 250g divided by 2 was (I’m going to stop doing this, I’ll stop using him as a calculator and just use a real calculator , err, I mean, my BRAIN). Anyway, I was resoundingly lambasted and ridiculed. I tactfully pointed out that yelling “are you KIDDING me, don’t be so STUPID” is not the best teaching tactic and doesn’t really make your padewan/student feel that good. I’m pretty sure Yoda never laughed in Luke’s face.

Just saying.


But I digress.

M’s running training continues to go well and I continue to get an, admittedly vicious enjoyment out of the squeals, yelps and filthy language that comes screaming out of our bathroom when he endures an ice-cold bath straight afterwards to help his muscles. He he. He claims it’s worse than running 30km. Um. I don’t think so but I’m CLEARLY not going to try and prove him wrong. But he is going great guns.

What else is new?

The permission to work saga stretches on – it has now been a month since I submitted the papers for my change of status and we still have no clear idea when/if this might happen. And I was meant to start work 2 weeks ago. In the meantime I have been preparing all the course work and emailing it through to various relieving teachers. It is so far from ideal, for me, for the school, for the kids but... yeah, it’s a f-ed situation really and I haven’t been blogging about it as I’m trying really hard to stay positive and not let it get me down as there is literally nothing I can do about it. The school have been terrific but I imagine they will soon lose patience and make contingency plans. And fair enough too.

Finally. M and I are turning into our parents:
He read out updates on the weather and rainfall SIX TIMES YESTERDAY which, while interesting, being that Australia is experiencing a one in a hundred year downpour/flooding yadda yadda yadda, I don’t need bi-hourly updates. Or commentary. Ramsey family who read this – you know I love you, but I had no idea that commentating was genetic!

And me? I had a disagreement with the washing machine due to me not fastening the hose properly (which, btw, I have to do Every. Single. Time I do a load of washing, nearly dislocating my shoulder in the process.) This particular time I hadn’t connected it properly so there was water pissing everywhere. I may have yelled, and huffed, and swore a fair bit, and chucked an empty water bottle across the room in frustration. Remind anyone of someone?
Sheesh. Embarrassing.

That’s all for now – I have a funny story about visiting the Medicare equivalent offices on Friday but I’ll save that for another time.

And finally – on the Oscars, which started this whole rambling blog, I kind of hope that ‘The Hurt Locker’ wins Kathryn Bigelow a Best Director statue. It truly is a great film, sure – not as spectacular as ‘Avatar’ – which I really did enjoy, despite myself, but she’d be the first female to do it AND she’d beat out ex-husband and apparently all-round douchebag James Cameron at the same time. That win would have to feel pretty darn sweet!

I’ve also just realised that we have seen 8/10 of the Best Picture nominees. Might go see ‘An Education’ this week and make it an un-even 9.

Tootle-oo. x