Sunday, January 30, 2005
Oh blogland, how I have missed you. And now that I'm here - what to tell you? I have just enjoyed my first full week of holidays and I use the term "enjoyed" literally. I have sat in my pyjamas, drinking percolated coffee and reading book upon book. How fabulously decadent to immerse myself in Mr John Grisham, and Ms Whats-her-name who wrote probably the crappest book I've ever read. Still, you win some, you lose some. And if I had felt so strongly about it, I suppose I could have hoisted myself off the couch and consigned it to the dusty bottom of the bookshelf. Nah, too much energy would have been required for that.
My subconscious has been reeling all week with dreams of work. But I guess after 7 years in one workplace, that is to be expected. But dreaming that I'm tidying up my desk and no one was recognising me was a bit of an oddity. Perhaps the trickiest dream message of all to decipher was the bit where I opened my mouth to speak in protest for being ignored and no sound came out. So yes friends, that dream was definitely a nightmare. Speechless Gab - an impossible dream.
And as I stare the 2nd week of holidays in the face, I can look forward to another 7 days of reading books. This time, "Angels and Demons" by Mr Brown. No relation to my travel companion, I assume. No doubt Andrea would have owned up to such literary and familiar connections before now....
So this posting can at least attest to the fact that I am still alive, albeit living a relatively boring existence at home. And I've got another 3 weeks of this?! Crikey.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Monday, January 17, 2005
Sunday, January 16, 2005
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
And then I come across THIS pearler of an article. Wouldn't have happened if I was in charge, that's for darn-tootin' sure.
Apology accepted, now let's move on.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
So the big trip is getting closer now and I can almost reach out my fingers, wiggle them a little, and grasp my last day at work. And while I still have work-related tasks to finish before my exit, I can see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel.
The next holiday-related project for me and AB is to finalise a way around France and Italy (and other places?) in the six-week hiatus we have between arriving in France, and getting to Turkey for ANZAC Day at Gallipoli. What to do - where to go?
A train journey around France and Italy seems to be the 'given' at this stage, but we need to consult a map (see yesterday's posting for how successful that might be) and then plan a route to maximise our viewing pleasure, and keep us out of the poorhouse so early in the trip.
One thing I will never forget is to validate my ticket, particularly in France. I've heard stories about the French people being less than accommodating to tourists, and this is largely accurate at train stations. The ticket validating machines at train stations are actually positioned around the station, before you get onto the platform. They are orange letterbox-shaped plastic machines with a slot at the front where you slide your ticket in, and it gets hole-punched. That's it - so easy, even kids can operate them. But they're not labelled, for that would just be too easy. If you don't instinctively know what these bright orange boxes are for, you can be thrown in the Bastille. Well not really, but an unvalidated ticket can get you a pretty decent talking-to by the onboard conductor, ably demonstrating that not all the Nazis cleared out of France after WW2.
Monday, January 10, 2005
- Roy G Biv: The order of the colours of the rainbow (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet); and
- My Very Elegant Missus Just Sat Under Nine Potatoes: This mnemonic makes no sense of course, but it reminds me about the order of the planets in our solar system (Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto).
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Test what kinda person you are, by taking the John, Paul, George & Ringo test. Sit back and be dazzled as the online quizmaster probes deep into your psyche and touches your soul. Such evocative questions as "what do you wear to bed?" and "what is your favourite animal?" will tell the world what kind of person you really, truly are. Or something.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!which BEATLES song are you?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Since the lotto win came rolling in yesterday, all $22.45 of it, I've got a bit of the betting bug.
So I'm putting it out there people. Gerard Butler will be the new 007.
If he doesn't look entirely familiar to you right now, this Glaswegian's beautiful face has most recently been half-obscured by a Phantom mask. If Ian Fleming didn't write a musical number into any of his Bond works, someone should get onto it, for this is one talented fella.
Oh and I'm casting myself as Moneypenny. You've got to get in early on these things.
My confidence in betting this guy comes from the fact that I've given some thought to other 'stars' rumoured to be frontrunners for the role:
Jude Law - too pretty
Jonny Lee Miller - too 'period drama'
Colin Firth - too Darcy
Hugh Grant - too scary to contemplate
Colin Farrell - too pottymouthed
Robbie Williams - too tattooed
Eric Bana - too Chopper Reed
Hugh Jackman - money is still good on him, so don't scratch just yet
You heard it here first, folks - Gerry Butler. Swoon.
Monday, January 03, 2005
- The survey is suggesting that men are marrying women less intelligent than themselves, but are instead looking for women with obviously something (or two significant things) in their favour instead?
- Smarter women (notwithstanding chest size) are concluding that remaining bachelors are not sufficiently interesting to compel them to strut down the aisle.
Cynics unite!! I guess the survey would be concerning if I cared about getting hitched - and, thankfully, I just don't. And perhaps it's a good thing too because the article closes with the thoughtful summation:
"In many ways he (the smart man) wants a woman who is an old-fashioned wife and looks after the home, a copy of his mum in a way."
Say it with me, peeps: EWWWW.
Oh and another thing. An alarming fact about this survey is that it was conducted by leading Scottish universities. Should I be heading to Scotland if the smart lasses living there have already concluded that their kilt-wearing male counterparts are dullards? Ach, help.
It has been an entirely relaxing start to the New Year, but it all ends tomorrow when I have to be back in the Office.
But the countdown to my last day at work can begin in earnest.
14 more work days - here I come!
I am no exception to this general rule; however, my resolve has not proven to be worth much in the long run. By the second week in January, I tend to have fallen off whatever moral high horse I’d clambered onto at the stroke of midnight the week before.
The New Year’s Resolution is the definitive ice-breaker at parties like the one I went to last night. Everyone you meet wants to know what you’re planning to give up doing, or what you’re prepared to go without in the interests of a seemingly fresh start to the year. And perhaps that’s what I find so irritating about the resolutions – they seem to be all about sacrifice. People resolve to start dieting, or to quit smoking – but why not a resolution to keep doing something? I think that even I can stick to a resolution that demands I continue with certain behaviours. In light of this “resolution revelation”, in 2005 I hereby resolve to:
· keep blogging on;
· keep in touch with loved ones even when life gets super busy; and
· keep smiling in the face of adversity.
Clearly this last "resolution" will be the most difficult.
To you and your family, wherever in the world you all may be, have a lovely New Year – and may the coming 365 days bring you fun and smiles, and all the 1980s music marathons than you can handle.