Floating my boat…

18 days.

I thinking it should be about time that I took a little risk and made this diary public again. Sure, I’ve been protecting it for so long that I almost don’t know how it would feel to let bunches of people read it again BUT I also feel like I’m only commanding the attention of small army of followers and somehow that doesn’t seem right. On the other hand (oh ho ho ho there is ALWAYS another side) there are people here that I just don’t want anywhere near my diary. I’ve had enough hurtful things said and enough idiotic people around to be well and truely content with the selected 30 that I have as cyber buddies.

Most of you are more than cyber buddies too. Apart from a small minority I’ve met nearly every single one of you! Don’t tell me I don’t get around! Hehehehehe.

The rain and chill still hasn’t stopped, Sassy has been home from school with an icky virus that she has now generously donated to me and I’ve not worked in 3 weeks.

I’ll break that down for ya:

– We got much needed rain. It stopped the bushfires and all that, put a few more cm’s in the water storage facilities and now… Well now it’s just annoying. It’s Autumn dammit and I love autumn because it’s usually balmy and warm and orange with gorgeous sunsets. It feels more like Winter, people are wearing skivvy’s (turtlenecks) and jackets and boots and we have colds. At least us Southerners do. Ack.
– Kid Rock downstairs has been "practically dying" from her cold every morning for the last few days. Granted she has a rotten cough that sounds like it could be from the lungs of a 50 ciggie-a-day smoker BUT once she gets the all clear to stay home she’s running around playing "horses" once again.

I had my appointment to do my tax this morning and took her along. What a terrible decision to make. She up ended chairs and hid behind the pot plants in H&R block. My poor tax accountant Cristina (who incidently is South American) was ambushed by a squealing child as she went to a from the printer. Sacha was very tactless at one point while sitting next to me when she looked at me and said "Does this woman speak another language??? *cue incredulous look*"
I simply mumbled "No honey, she’s speaking English."
Sacha still looking utterly baffled comments "Well I can’t understand a bloody word she’s saying!!"
….they told me child rearing doesn’t come with a manual, that manners were a learned thing. I had hoped she was learning a little faster than that.

18 days.
Yup.
2 and a half weeks.
I’m about ready to take myself (and the hell-raiser) off to the Travel Agent to pick up our tickets. They’re all ready and I’m trying to make sure I get as organised as possible instead of waiting until the last minute to do things.

Oh… and the work thing? Well there is none… All the new graduates have started their jobs after graduating uni and so the agencies have no work. It’s frustrating but also quite good. I’m learning that being a homebody can be quite nice. The only downsize is that I’m generating no income which sucks.

Given that I have such a ridiculous amount of spare time I’m doing cutesy, creative things like making passport covers and sleeping masks for the plane. In a rare moment of sharing, I’ve even posted a few lil pics!

Sacha’s…

Tylah’s…

Ooops, upside down but the inside cover…

Mine!

Upside down again but this is the sleeping mask. No it doesn’t have the elastic attached yet but it will… The girls will have one made in their material even though I’m entirely convinced that they will sleep on the plane (unless I use my "handy dandy valium")…

Thank-you for your lovely notes. I almost cried with appreciation.

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