12 Months Later........

I am still alive. And super slack.

The 11 months have completely flown by and everything in my world has completely changed.

Well, not everything. I'm still at the same job, and still loving it. A rarity for most people so I'm not leaving there anytime soon.

I met the love of my life and in the space of 6 months we have dated, fallen in love and have bought a house together.

Mum and Dad have friends over for dinner and I'm listening to the ladies chat in the kitchen while dinner is being prepared. As much as I'm looking forward to the next phase of my life, I realised today that I really am going to miss my parents! They are probably not going to miss me as much (plans for an empty house party and my room are currently underway).

Life truly does bring the most unexpected and wonderful surprises!!!

TV Dramas

It's 4.18pm. It's Wednesday Afternoon. It's a public holiday.

There. Is. Nothing. On. TV.

I am reduced to watching a season 1 rerun of The Hills.

When did tv become so boring????

A Guest Birthday Post from My Mam

In honour of my 30th birthday today (I will not get used to saying that) my mum has written a blog for me (with a few additions by me).

Get your tissues ready......


"The Most Precious Gift of All"

Thirty years ago I was seven and a half months pregnant with my first child. At 4.00 pm on Thursday, 22 February I had my first fortnightly checkup with the obstetrician. At the end of the consultation the doctor phoned the hospital and booked me in for 8 am the following morning and booked the theatre for 4.30 pm that afternoon (Friday 23 February 1979). The baby had not moved for a month and did not have a very strong heartbeat (A fact now known as me sleeping soundly - do not disturb!). I was having major problems as well, so the decision was made to bring the baby into the world the next day by caesarian secton. We, as parents, were bitterly disappointed but we realised that the health of the baby came first.

At 4.40 pm on Friday 23 February 1979, a beautiful little baby girl entered the world. In those days, Fathers were not allowed in the theatre so Dad waited outside with Nanna and Poppy. When our precious little bundle was delivered the nurse brought her out to Daddy to hold her. He was so proud as he was the first one in his family to have a daughter as his firstborn. He had picked her name when we were first married and he never faltered from his original choice - even with much coaxing from me to include family names. When I was brought into recovery, the nurse placed her beside my head and she immediately curled her tiny body into the curves of my neck and kept crying, "Ooh Lah, Ooh Lah, Ooh Lah" (Not much has changed - I still like my snuggles). She felt so soft and cuddly and tiny. Later on that night when I had recovered a little more I asked to see her. She was in the premmie nursery in a humidicrib. I was told I had to wait till morning but the wait was worth it. She was so beautiful - and that special little cry was something that will remain with me forever. When I was allowed to nurse her, she curled her little fingers around my index finger and held tight.

Time wore on and she grew from a tiny baby into the crawling stage, then walking and teething. Her laughter pealed out loud during her playtimes, mealtimes - in fact, all waking moments. She was such a happy little girl who grew up to have a wonderful sense of humour. A brother came into our little family just over three years after her birth, and she cared for him and protected him and looked out for him during all their childhood years. Her love for him is the kind of love that all Mum's and Dad's would love to see exist between their children. That love for her brother has never faltered.

She cares for her friends deeply and is the best friend a Mum could ever hope to have as well. She has grown into a compassionate, loving, caring woman and still retains her great sense of humour.

For her birthday today, she arranged for a huge bunch of roses to be delivered to our house for her Mum. They arrived at the exact time she was delivered 30 years ago (I seriously did not arrange for them to be delivered at that time - just a freaky coincidence). They are so beautiful and each one of them represent the beauty I see in my wonderful daughter. A daughter who has come so far in her life - not in years - but in the way she cares for her friends, Mum, Dad, brother and sister-in-law, aunts, uncles, cousins (a very special cousin included) second cousins and her beloved pets - her two kitties. She has battled with major illness and beaten it and is settling well into a new life in a new State - a brand new start. I look at her each day with pride brimming from me and I am sure that her grandparents will be looking down upon her today from heaven with pride in their hearts as well.

Happy Birthday to our beautiful Honeybunches. May all your dreams come true and may life always treat you kindly. Continue to approach life in the same manner you do now and with your great sense of humour. We are so proud of you. You have brought so much happiness into our lives. May God Bless You Always.

Lots of Love always
Mamma and Dad

OH. MY. GOD...

Days til I'm 30 - 1.


This is getting seriously scary.

Still waiting for the wisdom that comes with age to arrive. Maybe it will arrive in a card tomorrow.

Family Jewels

My brother and sister-in-law have arrived to help celebrate my birthday.

Day one was a wonderful day trip to my favourite place in north-west tasmania (Devonport). Unfortunately I got very car sick and the trip was cut short (bummer - I never EVER get car sick usually).

Tomorrow - my favourite place in Launceston and a picnic lunch.

I am so pleased to spend my birthday weekend with my favourite people - each family member is a precious jewel to keep.

Days till I'm 30 - 4.

Valhalla

In Norse mythology, Valhalla (from Old Norse Valhöll "hall of the slain" is a majestic, enormous hall located in Asgard, Norway.

Valhalla - Tasmanian Gourmet Ice-Cream.

As a scandinavian descendant, is it any wonder I love Valhalla!!!!

ps - A great big sorry to the Superteen that they only started selling Valhalla at the local supermart a week after he went back home.

Countdown to 30 - 6 days!

The Paper Pusher

My mum, brother and I spent a great deal of my childhood and teenage years teasing my father about being a typical public servant - someone who pushes pieces of paper around the desk in a fluff and looking busy. Peals of laughter always followed when we joked about the paper pushing, the tea lady and her tea trolley, unfathomable amounts of unnecessary stationery, delegation of the highest order. We would laugh until tears rolled down our cheeks. Even dad had a chuckle (which was very hard to illicit so it usually encouraged the merryment to a a feverish pitch.

The greatest laugh ever had was on Dad's last day before retiring. We were absolutely convinced that dad would arrive home that night with his plush, leather executive chair trailing along behind. That was dad's first major stationery request when he became a manager. It followed him from office to office. The running joke was that no-one else would ever be able to use it because Dad's behind was permanently imprinted in the seat.

The other great joke was that Dad only ever moved paper around his desk four days a week then flexed off on Friday. Dad was the flexi-time king. Dad never worked on Friday. It was like his sabbath. On Monday to Thursday, he paper pushed, and on the fifth day he rested.

Now that I have recently joined the illustrious ranks of public servant I have found out just how true all those years of teasing were not far off the truth. I have two days off this week for annual leave. I have one (and possibly) two days off next week for flex. I have two trays on my desk in which the paperwork gets routinely moved about. The difference is I do actually work.

Truly.

p.s. Did you know that to get rid of hiccups, you just drink water upside-down???

Countdown to my 30th birthday - 7 days