This week has been a week of new beginnings. I started going to a writing group and enrolled for a TAFE course. It's something about skills for further employment or some such palaver. I think about perhaps attempting to work in library again but then I never do anything about it, so we'll see. Remains to be seen where I'm going with this because every time I think about the dreaded old job interview I feel sick and hysterical and COMPLETELY FREAKED OUT. I haven't been for one since..... Never mind.
It was a bloody long time ago and it didn't go well. But enough about that. I'm jumping topics and not making sense.
I wish I didn't have to rush and this is total rubbish. One day I may write an entire sentence that is well thought out, interesting and expressive. This isn't one day. Sorry. Not sorry. Sort of sorry. Oh God. Save me.
All I want is a laptop and an internet connection that work. Is that too much to ask? And time. Lots of lots of time.
Mickey Blue Eyes and I were just having a discussion this evening about people on the internet. We decided that I am a very good lurker. Not just online, but in real life. I lurk around our house. I'm lurking through life. I like to lurk. I could probably put down lurking as a skill on my updated resume. No?
Mickey Blue Eyes is making me a cup of tea. That's interesting information, is it not?
I guess it's back to writing on paper for me. You remember those weird things? Pens? Paper? Swooon. I love writing with pen and paper.
Just to prove how utterly classy I am, here's some further evidence: I am becoming a KMart fan. Oh well. At least it's a change from Big W and Best & Less. Admittedly not much of a change, but still a change. Sort of. Oh OK, it's still cheap and nasty. But that's what's good about it! I can buy shit. And as long as I don't think about those folk slaving in sweat shops in Bangladesh or China just so I can buy an eight dollar top it's all good. Gulps.
Mickey Blue Eyes is doing the dishes. I knew there was a reason I married this man. One day I will have a gleaming new kitchen with a dishwasher. This isn't one day.
Yesterday I went to my writing group. I actually read some shit out loud in front of people and didn't explode and die. Who knew?
Today I went out for lunch with my friend Kimmy. Tomorrow I have a counselling appointment and Thursday and Friday I start my course. For this introverted Aspie with a preference for lurking that is FULL ON.
Related: I've been doing some of those personality profiling/testing thingys. You know, because I'm totally self-absorbed and all, and anyway, it's really freaky how accurate they are! I'm an INFP.
Which obviously stands for Intelligent, Nice, Fabulous Person! Or something....
You know those days when you go out for a really lovely lunch and then come home full, not really caring about whether you have dinner or not. Right on cue, all three boys: "What's for dinner?"
Similarly, if we go out to an occasion where there is shit tonnes of food served, such as on Christmas Day. You roll back into the car afterwards feeling like you never want to eat EVER AGAIN. Or, you know. at least until tomorrow. Cue all three boys: "I'm hungry!"
One day there will FINALLY be a Dinner Fairy in this house. I mean, I'm sure the boys would look quite cute in fairy costumes. Today isn't one day.
On the weekend two out of three boys signed up for the soccer season again. So now we'll have the joy of schlepping to soccer training several nights a week and waking up early on Saturdays for games again. Yay.
Mr 13 wants to give a new club a try, so he's also signing up very soon. This means I'm going to be super busy between soccer, Tafe, Writing Group and Weight Witches. Yes I know, all you full time working Mums out there, I can hear the violin music too. Sad, is it not?
What else can I tell you? Surely I can make something up? Oh! We started applying for passports! And you know what that means, don't you??!!!
Absolutely nothing!
We'll apply for them and still end up going to Dubbo for our holidays!
One day we will embark on an extravagant, adventurous around the World trip. London, Paris, New York! THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD! It has to happen, people! This isn't one day.
So to round off this completely ridiculous, rambling post, I'll leave you with this quote:
Never do today what you can put off until tomorrow.
Hang on, is that right? Oh well, whatevs, as Mr 13 would say.
Stay tuned for the next rambling stroll down Nessville Lane!
I wish I didn't have to rush and this is total rubbish. One day I may write an entire sentence that is well thought out, interesting and expressive. This isn't one day. Sorry. Not sorry. Sort of sorry. Oh God. Save me.
All I want is a laptop and an internet connection that work. Is that too much to ask? And time. Lots of lots of time.
Mickey Blue Eyes and I were just having a discussion this evening about people on the internet. We decided that I am a very good lurker. Not just online, but in real life. I lurk around our house. I'm lurking through life. I like to lurk. I could probably put down lurking as a skill on my updated resume. No?
Mickey Blue Eyes is making me a cup of tea. That's interesting information, is it not?
I guess it's back to writing on paper for me. You remember those weird things? Pens? Paper? Swooon. I love writing with pen and paper.
Just to prove how utterly classy I am, here's some further evidence: I am becoming a KMart fan. Oh well. At least it's a change from Big W and Best & Less. Admittedly not much of a change, but still a change. Sort of. Oh OK, it's still cheap and nasty. But that's what's good about it! I can buy shit. And as long as I don't think about those folk slaving in sweat shops in Bangladesh or China just so I can buy an eight dollar top it's all good. Gulps.
Mickey Blue Eyes is doing the dishes. I knew there was a reason I married this man. One day I will have a gleaming new kitchen with a dishwasher. This isn't one day.
Yesterday I went to my writing group. I actually read some shit out loud in front of people and didn't explode and die. Who knew?
Today I went out for lunch with my friend Kimmy. Tomorrow I have a counselling appointment and Thursday and Friday I start my course. For this introverted Aspie with a preference for lurking that is FULL ON.
Related: I've been doing some of those personality profiling/testing thingys. You know, because I'm totally self-absorbed and all, and anyway, it's really freaky how accurate they are! I'm an INFP.
Which obviously stands for Intelligent, Nice, Fabulous Person! Or something....
You know those days when you go out for a really lovely lunch and then come home full, not really caring about whether you have dinner or not. Right on cue, all three boys: "What's for dinner?"
Similarly, if we go out to an occasion where there is shit tonnes of food served, such as on Christmas Day. You roll back into the car afterwards feeling like you never want to eat EVER AGAIN. Or, you know. at least until tomorrow. Cue all three boys: "I'm hungry!"
One day there will FINALLY be a Dinner Fairy in this house. I mean, I'm sure the boys would look quite cute in fairy costumes. Today isn't one day.
On the weekend two out of three boys signed up for the soccer season again. So now we'll have the joy of schlepping to soccer training several nights a week and waking up early on Saturdays for games again. Yay.
Mr 13 wants to give a new club a try, so he's also signing up very soon. This means I'm going to be super busy between soccer, Tafe, Writing Group and Weight Witches. Yes I know, all you full time working Mums out there, I can hear the violin music too. Sad, is it not?
What else can I tell you? Surely I can make something up? Oh! We started applying for passports! And you know what that means, don't you??!!!
Absolutely nothing!
We'll apply for them and still end up going to Dubbo for our holidays!
One day we will embark on an extravagant, adventurous around the World trip. London, Paris, New York! THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD! It has to happen, people! This isn't one day.
So to round off this completely ridiculous, rambling post, I'll leave you with this quote:
Never do today what you can put off until tomorrow.
Hang on, is that right? Oh well, whatevs, as Mr 13 would say.
Stay tuned for the next rambling stroll down Nessville Lane!
Very nicely written
ReplyDeleteDude, I am SO impressed you went to a writer's group and read your material aloud to the group. The reason I am a writer is so that I can hide comfortably behind the anonymity of this keyboard right here. I'd be way too terrified to do that!
ReplyDeleteNo, once you have that passport in your hot little hand, you'll have to go somewhere because you'll be dying to have custom officers make fun of your ugly photo (but because they are custom officers you can't say anything smart back, you just have to smile). and I'm impressed you went to writers group...go you!
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