Back on track. But so hot here today. And windy. And stuffy.

So today is get all the final little bits and pieces I want to add to the pile.

I know it looks like there's a lot of wet ones there but I'll be the one laughing when there's no toilet paper somewhere we go. They they'll all be calling for me.

Muesli bars because Emjay has convinced me I must never eat on a plane for fear of food poisoning. Because then there will only be 2 toilets between hundreds of people. And my wet ones would be in high demand then.

Diarrhoea tablets, because..... well because its starting to sound like I have some fixation with toilets and bowels.

Lots of antiseptic handwash, allergy tabs because I always get itchy and ear wax because my ears get sore in water. I think I only need to add panadol and mylanta.

I'm sure I can buy all this stuff over there for half the price. I should have been a girl guide. Apprently you can get all your prescription meds there with no prescription really cheap.

 

 

 

And I'm cashed up in baht now. I felt like I was carrying a brick around in my handbag. Just enough for us all to get through a few days.

 

 

And now I'm off to take up my temple pants.  Bought a pair of light white longs in case we go anywhere where they like you to be fully covered.

Which means getting out the trusty old sewing kit. Look, it even has white cotton.

 

 

Then its off to my doctor to see what he thinks about what the hospital doctor told me and advised.

Well the plan for today had a major upset.

Mainly me finding myself at the hospital at 9am hooked up to the ECG machine thinking I was having a heart attack.

I thought I was having a heart attack yesterday morning. About ten minutes into my morning treadmill session. But as usual you tell yourself you're being ridiculous and it seemed to get better pretty quickly anyway.

Then this morning I thought I'd just walk on the treadmill. All went well until I finished and got in the shower. Then I had the most terrible gripping chest pains.

So I had an aspirin and went and lay on the bed. Then after five minutes I had two quick-eze and went back to bed. After ten minutes I put on my shoes and a bit of blush. And after twenty minutes I rang Daz and said, if you're close by can you come and take me to the hospital.

So I walked in and said to the desk lady - do I have to see you before I see a nurse. And she said - yes, just wait a minute and went back to her phone call. And after a bit I said - its chest pains, leaning on her desk and gripping my chest.

So nice nurse came and got me and put an oxygen mask on me, slipped a pill under my tongue and wanted to give me an aspirin but I told her I'd had one. Then she hooked me up to the machine and mixed me a not terribly pleasant drink of mylanta mixed with pink anaesthetic.

Doctor came and YAY - no heart attack. Some wobbly bit on the graph but apparently nothing important.

So he tells me maybe its gallstones or a stomach ulcer. I said what gives you gallstones. And he said too much of that fatty rich food we all eat too much of. Are you kidding I said, I've just lost 8 kilos, I haven't eaten a piece of fat for months. So I didn't really think it was gallstones, because I googled it and it didn't feel like that anyway.

But it still meant an hours drive to the ultrasound place to have the pesky gall looked at. But YAY no gallstones.

So now I'm taking a course of tablets for 6 days for stomach ulcers. I don't think its that either really.

Stomach ulcer doesn't bode well for Thailand food. Better though than a heart attack I have to say. Or gallstones.

He tells me that sometimes the body just has strange pains. I have to see him on Thursday for a final check over. But there will be no exercising again before we go.

Its been a tiring kind of day. And now I'm going to end it with Lizzies school presentation night. A long night in a hot hall full of women wearing way too much perfume, and watching a lot of kids I have no interest in getting their awards. Until we get to the important one. Lizzies. And she's last because she's in the highest year.

No rest for mothers. Can't even have a suspected heart attack and get a night off the job.

Trying to get a bit organised before we head off to Thailand a week from now.

So day 6 plan.

Shut the internet shop and put it on vacation mode. No more tiles until 1st January 2010. Then I plan to hit Papa's slides hard and get some newbies up.

Main plan for the day was to get my office work up to date and get the filing done. Because I really hate filing and usually leave it until I can't squeeze anything else in between the top of the pile and the shelf above it.

 

And then it spreads onto the floor. And everytime I need to get an envelope or get to my paid file I have to lift Tinkerbell and Harry up to get to it.

They are part of tomorrows plan.

I seem to accumulate a lot of paper.

 

If you could hang out with any movie character for a day, whom would you choose as your sidekick?
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That would be Snake Plissken.

Because he's my kind of guy. And he looks like he's not a big fan of showering, and neither am I.

And it could be longer than a day. Say a day and a night. That could work.

But if he's not available I'll hang out with Horton for a day. Because I've only watched Horton Hears a Who about twenty times in the past 3 months and its one of the only movies I've watched more than once. The only other show I've watched more than once is Buffy. And I've watched the whole series of that a LOT of times because my daughter was obsessed with it and it ran on high rotation in this house for months. Years really because then my other daughter watched it a few times as well. Lucky I loved it. Actually I'm watching it again at the moment. Its playing on the sci fi channel. Thank god we just finished the series about Adam, and The Initiative. That was my least favourite series. Riley - what a sookie lala.

 

 

When I get up through the night to go to the toilet.

And I do.

Every night.

Because a while ago, for some reason, I decided it might be a good idea to drink about 2 litres of water every night before I went to bed.

But anyway, when I get up through the night to go to the toilet, I don't turn the light on.

Mainly because Daz, being an electrician, has installed two huge lights in the bathroom that resemble spaceships, that could illuminate a country dance hall on a saturday night.

And because I don't want to burn my retinas and have to stumble into doors on my way back to the bedroom, I leave the lights off.

But last night I had a nasty surprise.

And I don't like to cast blame, but lets just say that Lizzie's boyfriend has been spending a lot of time here lately. And he comes from a family of boys.

So anyway, last night I stumbled into the bathroom half asleep.

Ok, I wasn't really half asleep.

Because I always do that thing where you wake up and have to go to the toilet, but you don't go, because you can't be bothered getting up and you think you can wait until the morning. Even though its about 5 hours away. And you'd never wait that long through the day but for some reason you think you'll be able to get a good nights sleep with an exploding bladder.

Do you know, something you probably never need to know. But sometimes when I finally go to the toilet at 3am, I can count to 50 before I finish the wee,

However, I digress.

Last night I stumbled to the toilet, in the dark, not fully awake, or asleep, pulled my jammy pants down and sat on the toilet.

And sat directly on the porcelain rim.

Because someone (maybe lizzies boyfriend, maybe not) hadn't put the seat down.

And it felt wrong.

And dirty.

 

 

I was just about to say - thank god its Friday.

But its only Thursday isn't it.

Well I hope there's a cold bottle of wine in the fridge.

You know how sometimes you have a job to do and everything goes wrong? I had one of those jobs this week. It was an order of 20 tiles and everything that could go wrong did go wrong. There was a point yesterday when I felt like taking all the tiles outside and smashing them to small pieces, then seriously hurting whoever was nearby. In fact at that point I would've paid the people to take them away from me.

So I considered lying on the bed and having a quick cry, but I didn't. I sucked it up and got them done. And now they're all packed up ready to post.

And it reminded me of this job I had once. It was my first job when I left school. For an accountant doing boring bookeeping type things.

And he was a dodgy creepy sleazy bastard who fancied me.

And his wife who also worked there was a nasty mean bitter old bitch.

And she in particular made my life hell. She was so mean and twisted that she made me a nervous wreck and I used to do everything wrong and then she'd think I was stupid. She'd just be at me all the time and I couldn't concentrate.

Of course these days I could drag both their ugly arses up for harrasment but back then there was nothing like that. You just had to suck it up.

I left in the end because it was starting to mess with my head.

I hope they both got their comeuppance

oh look, almost wine o clock

anyway, here's a sort of newbie

 

I've been having a shocker with the 365 day photo thingo. I take them but then forget to post them.

But when I get back from Thailand I'll be able to bore you for weeks with photos. I was thinking today that its very inconvenient, how when you're trying to get ready to go overseas, normal life keeps going on and taking up time.

So, some photos.

Here is my friend Jem. We were out celebrating her birthday.

 

 

And here she is with her hubby.

 

 

Here is my foxxxxy daughter Kimba, the devil, and her good friend, Cleopatra getting ready for Cleopatra's birthday party.

 

 

And here I am with Big Ears.

 

 

And this is Betty chewing on the hindquarter of a small elephant. Or something.

 

 

Oh yes, and these are Lloyds shoes. Because he thought it might be a good idea to buy a pair or white dunlop volleys to wear to all the summer music festivals he goes to. This was after Parklife.

 

 

And these were my new nail polishes that you've seen before. And I don't really like either of them. But its ok because I have a newer smokin' rimmel red.

 

Well, after attending my nephews wedding I have only one thing to say.

Arabic people sure know how to party.

And how to make an entrance.

But, I bet a lot of the older generation have terrible hearing, because they like everything SO LOUD!!!!!!!!!

Lots of trilling voices, tinkling glasses, drums, smoke machines, shooting confetti and indoor fireworks. I mean, thats what I call a wedding.

Of course my inner freak was wondering how the smoke detectors could possible be turned on with all that smoke floating around, and how would we get mum down that one steep set of steps if there was a fire, and did it really matter that someone had been shot dead in the same street the night before in a gang war.

But the way I see it, if it could get Daz on the dance floor, then it was a good night.

And, it was the first wedding I've been to that had a bottle of Chivas Regal on the childrens table. On every table.

It really was an amazing night. Australian weddings are so boring really. This all started with fireworks and drums and all the bridal party and their parents being introduced. Then it was straight into the dancing. No hanging around the bar, then a long dinner and hours of speeches. Just music and dancing and drums and the bride and groom being carried around on peoples shoulders. I'm sure the bride didn't get to sit down all night. She did a lot of dancing.

And the food. Unbelievable. When we arrived our tables were just full of little plates of hommus and oils, meats and salami and fetta, potatoes, nuts, fresh vegetables and fruit, olives, crabmeat, leb bread, kumara chips and dolmades. And every time a plate looked like being empty a new one took its place. Then there were bottles of red wine and white wine, a bottle of chivas regal, coronas, carlton colds, cascade and a light beer all in ice buckets. Topped up all night. Endless. Plus bottles of water, and jugs coke and orange juice.

But then there was a meal. I know I couldn't eat mine. That was followed by fruit platters and then wedding cake.

Then there was dancing and dancing and more dancing.

Oh, and the bridesmaids dresses were absolutely beautiful. Too often the bride seems to pick something hideous for her girls to wear, maybe so they don't look better than her. But these were perfect. Not quite the blue in the photos.

And I don't know the significance of the bride being carried in the chair sorry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm sure if Daz had of tried just a little bit harder he could have bought a more difficult wedding present for me to wrap.

Not much harder mind you.

There was a gift registry, he was going to the big smoke, so I said - go and spend about $100.00. And he came home with this weird mish mash of items. He was super impressed with himself because there had been 30% off everything and he was able to get a lot of totally random unrelated items.

I said - couldn't you have just bought one item?

He said - well I could've got the ironing board.

Easier to wrap no doubt, but not as easy to fit in the car.

So I've ignored it for two weeks but the wedding is tomorrow so I had to face up to it today. A lot of sticky tape was used. And I'm not sure a piece of curly silver ribbon is going to make it look better either.

But at least its crap they want.

So this is Emjays son who is getting married. My nephew. It is going to be a huge, long and hot day, that will start with a three hour drive for us to even get there. I'm planning on taking my swimmers to have a splash around in the motel pool between the service and the reception. That will hopefully be followed by a nap. And we have to fit lunch in sometime before the service and all stay clean. Lol, we have to get dressed at 7.30 in the morning, drive three hours in Lloyds old smashed up Magna, eat lunch, go to the service, fill in a few hours, then turn up at the reception still looking clean and fresh.

Don't know what that chances of that are. But it should be a good day and night. Big.

Emjay tells me I should wish for my children to elope.

Here's something interesting that happened the other day.

You may have seen this tile I made using one of Papas photos. It was taken in Paris in 1957.

 

 

Anyway, last week someone bought it, then sent me an email asking if I did any custom work. Turns out this lady had been to paris last year with her husband and said she had a photo of him in the same spot and could I make a similar tile using it. So I told her to email it to me and I'd have a look.

Well, she wasn't joking, and in fact if her husband wasn't actually in the photo it would just about be spot on. So I managed to make it pretty similar and these are going to be his christmas present.