...that I would loose all momentum after two days of furious blogging twice?
I am am actually quite disappointed with myself. I specifically took two days of leave last week to have few free days to get myself and my life sorted. and now what i mean by that is that my little housie is somewhat of an organised chaos of a mess. and on bad days it is a chaotic disorganized mess.
And after two days of leave, what did I achieve - well just about as much tidying as I achieve on any other non-leave taking week. (I vacuumed and wiped down some counters and removed odd smelling things)
...and so after a glorious two days out of the office I am actually back where i was a week ago. still in organised chaos!
I could blame MrT for proposing and throwing out the whole plan so that instead of cleaning I was getting manicures and giving people arc eye by sparkling them in the face unexpectedly... but I am still feeling too good about the whole "I am engaged!!" thing.
And then MrT got a serious case of man-flu and I had to be at his side to feed him soup and make sure he was wrapped up warm and stuff.
So another Monday passed - this Monday came with very poor lunch time food prospects so I splashed out on sushi for dinner - and that was a splendid idea until after 8 salmon California rolls, two chicken spring rolls and four vegetable fashion sandwiches in I was rather tired of the taste of soy sauce and seaweed. I finished off with jelly beans and a big glass of orange juice to make me feel better.
Now at present my organised house of chaos smells like fresh baked scones and the whisper of a lonely pillow begs me to pay a visit (prompted my my back that is telling me to get off the cold hard floor and onto something a little kinder on the butt cheeks and knees.) because sleeping is something I definitely have staying power for.
Tuesday, 24 May 2011
Friday, 20 May 2011
Let us start with the big news first
so the big news is that... wait for it... wait for it...
After many months of threatening/charming/sweet talking/more threatening, MrT proposed to me on the day before my birthday...
..and we are very very happy.
It started with a breakfast picnic at the Botanic Gardens. Salmon ("smoked Norwegian" MrT wants to add) and cottage cheese on croissants with hot coffee and cuddles on the blanket. Then after some sunbathing we went to inspect the waterfalls. (along with a massive church group... not that romantic)
We found a secluded path and walked through the mud and over branches and found a quiet bench to enjoy the surroundings. Then after a cough and a cleared throat and a bow on the knee (in the mud) MrT simply asked me to be his wife.
I was smiling so widely that I simply nodded... a lot...
and this is what was inside the magic blue box.
...or at least it was modeled on this design from a well known jewelery store (Not My Image - This Image Belongs To Browns)
I think we will feature proteas in our wedding theme in June next year.
So it has been a week almost now. I have decided for the sake of controlling the madness to have a ten minute "wedding time" every day where I let spill out all the wedding things I thought about that day - this all tumbles out into MrT's ears who patiently listens and notes down the ideas that actually make any sense.
I keep being distracted by the sparkle on my finger.
see...
The line I wanted to update my Facebook status with right in the moment was
"He has put a star on my finger to match the stars he puts in my eyes."
Pity we kept it a secret to tell people personally first.
After many months of threatening/charming/sweet talking/more threatening, MrT proposed to me on the day before my birthday...
..and we are very very happy.
It started with a breakfast picnic at the Botanic Gardens. Salmon ("smoked Norwegian" MrT wants to add) and cottage cheese on croissants with hot coffee and cuddles on the blanket. Then after some sunbathing we went to inspect the waterfalls. (along with a massive church group... not that romantic)
We found a secluded path and walked through the mud and over branches and found a quiet bench to enjoy the surroundings. Then after a cough and a cleared throat and a bow on the knee (in the mud) MrT simply asked me to be his wife.
I was smiling so widely that I simply nodded... a lot...
and this is what was inside the magic blue box.
I think we will feature proteas in our wedding theme in June next year.
So it has been a week almost now. I have decided for the sake of controlling the madness to have a ten minute "wedding time" every day where I let spill out all the wedding things I thought about that day - this all tumbles out into MrT's ears who patiently listens and notes down the ideas that actually make any sense.
I keep being distracted by the sparkle on my finger.
see...
The line I wanted to update my Facebook status with right in the moment was
"He has put a star on my finger to match the stars he puts in my eyes."
Pity we kept it a secret to tell people personally first.
Thursday, 19 May 2011
na na na na doot dee doot...
I am back! After a long drought of no posts I have got my technological ducks in a row and (Let us hope) I will be able to bloggy bloggy blog a lot more often. (As shown before, I should probably disclaimer that I may not always keep this promise)
Anyway I have So So So much to say on here. fast trains and hypothetical ferrari's and diamonds and eagles and giant lumps of cement!!. but for now, I celebrate with a new blog design (for those using the mobile version - sorry - same old, same old for all of you).
And while you glory in the splendor of some one else's artwork...I shall go make dinner for MrT. He needs attention more at the moment :)
Anyway I have So So So much to say on here. fast trains and hypothetical ferrari's and diamonds and eagles and giant lumps of cement!!. but for now, I celebrate with a new blog design (for those using the mobile version - sorry - same old, same old for all of you).
And while you glory in the splendor of some one else's artwork...I shall go make dinner for MrT. He needs attention more at the moment :)
Monday, 9 May 2011
Dear Rollercoaster
... I know you are busy rushing around and asking half way through this wild trip is rather inconvenient... but can I climb off now?
Big bloggy news is coming up... (Well not that dramatic really) ..but time runs away from me like chasing tiny rubber balls through a shopping centre - it is utter pandemonium.
It is one week until I turn 26... I'll set my goals at breaking this blogging drought while I am still 25.
Wish me luck!
Big bloggy news is coming up... (Well not that dramatic really) ..but time runs away from me like chasing tiny rubber balls through a shopping centre - it is utter pandemonium.
It is one week until I turn 26... I'll set my goals at breaking this blogging drought while I am still 25.
Wish me luck!
Wednesday, 30 March 2011
Update on Frank
The year seems to be rolling away into the second quarter while I turned my back and was busy for a little while. I have been keeping busy at work and keeping busy not being at work. I got to see two good rare friends recently. One - a chap from Cape Town who I have known longer than most of my current buddies (with due exception to The Gang - that is why they are my Gang) Two - a chap from Ze Rhineland who I only got to know in the past two years since I visited Germany.
I draw some interesting parallels between these two gents because both seem to work far harder than me and seem to be achieving more with their careers than me and we're all around about the same age. Both seem to be working 16 hour days on a regular basis and make me feel all ashamed of my humble 40 hour weeks. Both are friends who I have spent very little actual time with in their presence in comparison to the duration of our relationship and yet both I have a lengthy and ongoing email correspondence with.
But despite the work-shame it was a great pleasure to see and spend time with people who are friends because they are your friends. (Not work not school not varsity - but just friendly friends)
Work-shame comments aside, overall work is going well. I tend to set my goals at being as competant as the people who were graduates the year before me. It's difficult to notice one's growth in a career until someone with less experience comes and asks you questions. 20 minutes later you realise that when we are grouped under the bracket of one to five years experience, one year is a LONG TIME.
And yet, I have the honour of working with people who experience in the power network field seems to be only exceeded by my own 92 year old grandfather who was chief planning engineer for the town council before he retired. and still, I work with these people, they make some really dumb mistakes. Silly stuff that my parents taught me before I finished high school.
Long important meetings that get rounded and closed off 35% of the way into the agenda issues followed by 30 minutes of awkward standing around.
Four hours on site in 42 degree weather without a hat.
15 minute progress meetings that get hijacked and meld into 4 hour meetings discussing nothing about progress.
Repeating what everyone else is saying over and over again in a loud informative voice even though everyone understood the junior who said the bright idea first.
I read an interesting quote the other day that rings terribly true in this situation saying :
"Middle age is when you have all the answers and no one wants to ask the questions"
(this could also apply to my father, but I didn't say that aloud - I am sure he is a pleasure to work for. My dad is super smart and stuff)
I have been living on my own in my little castle for almost a year now. Technically I moved in about a year ago. In hind sight it was both good and bad. If I could go back in time I may convince myself not to move out. I miss my parents and my brother so much. More than I could have imagined. And I still see them twice a week! And I miss having the cooking and cleaning and shopping done for me. But in exchange I have been able to explore creativity in cooking and house decorating and time scheduling. I am becoming a wine taster and an expert in the smell of ripe milk.
In the end I am achieving what I set out to do which was to become a functional adult and to learn some responsibility and to look after myself. I am learning there is always some sacrifice to achieve what we want in life.
And so now I have waxed on for a good lump of text. I haven’t mentioned Cirque Du Soliel or finding and engagement ring in the parking lot or the thrills of Aunt-ness or my holiday to the beach coming up or deciding to have a sense of humour about receiving a Save-The-Date to Mr-X’s wedding or trying to convince myself to survive not having a new car or picking out my next holiday or being showered with flowers by Mr Thursday and starting up the Office Rumour Mill.
But be sure of this boys and girls, my life isn’t boring anymore. (at least from my perspective – and I am the one having to live it)
I draw some interesting parallels between these two gents because both seem to work far harder than me and seem to be achieving more with their careers than me and we're all around about the same age. Both seem to be working 16 hour days on a regular basis and make me feel all ashamed of my humble 40 hour weeks. Both are friends who I have spent very little actual time with in their presence in comparison to the duration of our relationship and yet both I have a lengthy and ongoing email correspondence with.
But despite the work-shame it was a great pleasure to see and spend time with people who are friends because they are your friends. (Not work not school not varsity - but just friendly friends)
Work-shame comments aside, overall work is going well. I tend to set my goals at being as competant as the people who were graduates the year before me. It's difficult to notice one's growth in a career until someone with less experience comes and asks you questions. 20 minutes later you realise that when we are grouped under the bracket of one to five years experience, one year is a LONG TIME.
And yet, I have the honour of working with people who experience in the power network field seems to be only exceeded by my own 92 year old grandfather who was chief planning engineer for the town council before he retired. and still, I work with these people, they make some really dumb mistakes. Silly stuff that my parents taught me before I finished high school.
Long important meetings that get rounded and closed off 35% of the way into the agenda issues followed by 30 minutes of awkward standing around.
Four hours on site in 42 degree weather without a hat.
15 minute progress meetings that get hijacked and meld into 4 hour meetings discussing nothing about progress.
Repeating what everyone else is saying over and over again in a loud informative voice even though everyone understood the junior who said the bright idea first.
I read an interesting quote the other day that rings terribly true in this situation saying :
"Middle age is when you have all the answers and no one wants to ask the questions"
(this could also apply to my father, but I didn't say that aloud - I am sure he is a pleasure to work for. My dad is super smart and stuff)
I have been living on my own in my little castle for almost a year now. Technically I moved in about a year ago. In hind sight it was both good and bad. If I could go back in time I may convince myself not to move out. I miss my parents and my brother so much. More than I could have imagined. And I still see them twice a week! And I miss having the cooking and cleaning and shopping done for me. But in exchange I have been able to explore creativity in cooking and house decorating and time scheduling. I am becoming a wine taster and an expert in the smell of ripe milk.
In the end I am achieving what I set out to do which was to become a functional adult and to learn some responsibility and to look after myself. I am learning there is always some sacrifice to achieve what we want in life.
And so now I have waxed on for a good lump of text. I haven’t mentioned Cirque Du Soliel or finding and engagement ring in the parking lot or the thrills of Aunt-ness or my holiday to the beach coming up or deciding to have a sense of humour about receiving a Save-The-Date to Mr-X’s wedding or trying to convince myself to survive not having a new car or picking out my next holiday or being showered with flowers by Mr Thursday and starting up the Office Rumour Mill.
But be sure of this boys and girls, my life isn’t boring anymore. (at least from my perspective – and I am the one having to live it)
Tuesday, 15 March 2011
Todays LOL
In the midst of all the things making demands on my time and the other head scratching odd things that happen from day to day, this photo comic made me highly amused.
Credit goes to ASofterWorld.
Saturday, 12 March 2011
Giving up the Tube
I found this pretty cool website the other day which the author has collected all the images and quotes on the internet and made one big Tumblr called The Pursuit of Happyness. It is a pretty funky tumblr at that.
Anyway I found this picture on the site and I was reading it at the time where the most common thought tumbling out of my mouth all the time was about how little time I had to do all the things I really enjoy doing like Reading and Beading and Painting and Photography and Baking. It struck me as such a simple idea that if I have no time for great hobbies, why don't I turn off the TV?
So I promptly pulled the plug from the wall and for a week I had no TV.
I confess I still sat in front of the TV at dinner time but that's a habit to break another day. I have read more in that past week than the whole year so far up to that point. It was such a liberating experience; I decided to give up TV for Lent.
... Not that I make a habit of being big on Lent
... I have managed so far with a 75% success... but only because I was between story books.
So here goes to acknowledging that: this is My Life and Life is short and if I don't like how my Life is going I can change.
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