The other day it was a sore knee, yesterday it was a sore knee and a sore hip. Today it’s a sore knee, crap hip and a sore neck complete with headache. Argh. I need to see the chiro, but of course, it’s Saturday and no one is open and they won’t be available until Tuesday.
I dont do pain very well and the heat just shits me. You know, Christmas Day was 16 degrees. Today it is 30 degrees. No wonder I am grumpy.
/whinge off.
I have about 20 blogs I have bookmarked, which I usually check once or twice a day. I read about 4-6 newspapers - a combindation of state, national and international publications.
Once I am done with these pages, I pretty much have nothing else to read.
Help me.
I need to expand my world, so am asking, You, the reader to assist me by sharing your world of favourite reads. Whether these are other blogs, newspaper sites, quirky pages, whatever.
Am curious to see how many people read this page by the number of people who comment. So, please share your reading with me.
It’s funny. I have so much to write about, but I’m either lacking that spark I need to let the words flow, or I’m just shit out of time. I suspect it’s a case of both. But I did promise to sit and blog about Christmas.
As per tradition in our household, we had gift-giving on Christmas Eve, complete with excited labrador stomping around all over very excited kittens, who thought it was their very own special Christmas, complete with crunchy wrapping paper and boxes to jump into.
I scored big time and although I feel a little spoiled, it’s nothing less than I deserve. Right?
Glen gave me a bread maker, which so far has been used three times. The first time I made a boulder of heavy dough and the other two times, Glen followed the same instructions I followed and produced two very scrumptious loaves of bread. He has now been allocated the role of Bread Maker Extraordinaire and I shall never bake another loaf for I am too demoralised.
Other gifts I received were a set of two cordless phones - more like a gift for both of us, and obviously Glen got more joy from them than me. He said for the remainder of the night, fiddling with the settings, organising voice mail and some speed dial thingy-mes, whilst I slept!
He also gave me an electric oil burner so I can go to sleep at night with it on. I already have one, but it comes with it’s very on 40watt light bulb and not very conducive to sleepages.
I also got the latest Stephen King book, Evermore and Greys Anatomy CDs.
Friends gave me a few other books, John Mayer’s new CD. Mum, who travelled down from home has been buying me things since she arrived. Stuff like bedside touch lamps, a couple of DVDs like Brokeback Mountain etc. You do just realise I just typed Brokebake? Hrm. The brain is not functioning. I’m hoping to pick up The LakeHouse before she goes home and a pair of shoes, but we’ll see how we go. It’s like a big treat when Mum comes to visit. I get spoiled, probably because I usually only see her once a year.
Now that the receiving of gifts has been discussed, I shall quickly touch upon the gift-giving department. Although, we all know it’s not about giving, it’s about the receiving that counts!
I gave Glen a Krups coffee machine. However, he’s had that for a month or so, as I had to order it with his permission. He also got a new wallet (hardly exciting and his excitement, or lack thereof showed) and a FarSide Calendar. Not very exciting, right? He also got a couple of books and Mum purchased a lovely wireless, ADSL2 modem thing-me-jig which he loved. Hrm. It makes the internet go faster, or something…
That’s pretty much it. Christmas Day was spent with a headache - yay for me, and planning for Christmas Day dinner. Turkey was cooked beautifully - very yummy, plus our famous stuffing and warm potato salad with mustard seeds. Mmmmm! Deeeeeelicious. I ate a lot, but I suppose you realised that. And yes, I feel very icky and bloated and shall probably arrive back at work with an extra 10 kilos to mine body.
I’ll possibly post more later about the rest of Mum’s stay, the things we’re been doing etc. Howeve, since I had to get up super early and was kept partially awake by a Zeus cat who wanted cuddles and to be under the blankets beside me all night, I am not yet up to that task and require a can of coke, as a coffee-substitute. Hrm. I hope that I can stay awake during my haircut appointment, which begins in just over an hour. I tend to want to fall asleep during such sessions if I haven’t slept well, so wish me luck that I do not snore.
Check out Glen’s blog about the weather on Christmas Day. As things go with weather, Christmas Day did not feel Christmassy for us Auuuuuussies.
I loooooove you!
And
I hope Santa brings or has brought you all the good things you wished and dreamed for.
When it quietens down, I’ll share with you my bounty of presents received in true tradition - on Christmas Eve.
Big Hugs!
Sam xx
Glen sent me this link today and I finally watched it. You know, I’d still like to watch this movie.
It’s an awesome movie though, isn’t it?!
But what did the Australia expect?
There’s a phrase that I’ve known for a long time and some of us have suffered - those of us who’ve lived in a small-minded country town - Small mindedness breeds ‘isms’.
In this case, racism.
Country folk just don’t get exposed to the outside world unless they leave their cosy little worlds and travel to the big cities like Sydney or Melbourne. They just don’t get it. Hell, my inlaws came from a city and moved to a small country town (though, the word town is rather exaggerated!) and they carry on about the local “Indian” doctor as “He’s quite good, even though he’s Indian!”
Let’s face it - the country is a little world of its own, but as James Bond said, “This World is Not Enough”. Cliche and tacky, probably, true - yes. Di and I grew up with this small town mentality, and it was probably one of the greatest reasons we decided to leave. Since then, I think we’ve both become better people for it, more open minded and relaxed about other cultures. Often, I am accused (not sure of Di) of being too ‘city-minded’, not having any community spirit. But what’s the alternative?
At least I accept people as they come. But then, I was always like that. Who taught me that? My mother and my friends.
Going to the doctor about such things is hard enough, and this makes it worse.
No wonder most of us seek female doctors, who have more sense than to make jokes about it. Although, my doctor makes jokes about it, but more like, “Ehh, don’t you wish you could avoid such things?!”
Not this.
Who’s there.
Well, that would be the usual catch line, if you cared who was at the door.
You see, we frequently get annoying individuals knocking on our door, ringing the doorbell, like there’s a fire in their pants! This is exactly what happened tonight. However, we had prior warning, because our neighbours also ignore their desperate button pressing, knuckle knocking frenzy and we heard them.
So, why do Jehovah-Scientologist-Gas/Electricity-Charity representatives (for want of a better word) knock on the door until their knuckles are bruised and they’ve broken the batteries on the doorbell?
It shits me. It’s like they know you are in the house (the car is in the driveway and they can hear the TV), so they demand you answer the door. So, if they just bash the door and poke that button for a bit longer, someone will come! Not us though! Glen and I sit there giggling, waiting patiently and sometimes turning up the volume on the TV to drown out the incessant badgering occuring outside.
On a more serious note, I get very indignant with regards to my privacy and if I were to answer the door, like the occasion this evening, the person who deemed it necessary to knock for about ten minutes, I would have become rather catty and snotty at them. So, they are probably rather lucky I did not answer the door. It’s times like these that I wish we had a front gate that is lockable. Will have to work on this goal in 2007.
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