Announcement

Greetings, groovers and shakers! I trust you are well on this most marvelous of Mondays.

It's time for my rather splendid announcement. Brace yourself for a stunning revelation of epic and monumental proportions!!!! Or something...

Drum roll, please! 

Ok, so you have to imagine the drum roll. Got it? Good. 

My announcement is....

I have been officially offered a casual library job AND, I commence on Tuesday, January 12 for induction and training! 

If you are reading this on Monday Jan 11 that means tomorrow! YAY!!!! 

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! 

Also...

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!

I'm scited. That's totally a word. It means scared and excited all at the same time. Mostly excited. But kinda sorta scared. 

I looked up words that mean nervous excitement and there are many. Such as:

• Agitation
• Antsiness
• Clamour
• Flurry 
• Fluster
• Perplexity
• Tizzy
• Transience
• Tumult

I really thought flurry meant something else. A maccas sundae, maybe? Um, no. That's a McFlurry. My mistake. Ahem. 

Another interesting tidbit (speaking of great words...) is another word for nervous is the term screaming meemies.  

I thought a screaming meemie was something like this: 

Since we are making announcements I should also declare that I purchased a dress with POCKETS. Now that truly is a big statement. Almost bigger than the job thing. Well, do you know how a rare an occurrence it is to find such a thing?! It deserves a drum roll AND a trumpet call. Again, your imagination is key here. 

In other news, we were thinking of getting away for a few days next week, but you know, there's this pesky little global pandemic thing. Sigh. We shall see what happens. We have not been away since 2016. This is not ideal, but what can you do. 

I've completed a tremendous amount of paperwork in order to commence this casual position. I'm starting to understand why people never leave council or government jobs. There's so much red tape!

On Saturday, I went with Mickey Blue Eyes to check out where the library branch is. It's right near a favourite old cake shop I haven't been to in DECADES. We had a pleasant little stroll down memory lane recalling the time we got sausage rolls and I accidentally squirted one of those little squeezey tomato sauce sachets all over my front. As we were dressed up and on our way somewhere (can't recall where), it was most inconvenient. Thinking about it now is curious because I'm not even particularly keen on ingesting  tomato sauce let alone wearing it.  Weird.

Oh yes, there's also an op shop in the same street. Could be dangerous. Or delightful! Cakies and books FTW!

Anyway, wish me luck! I may need it. As we were heading back to the carpark a black cat sauntered directly across our path. Good thing I'm not superstitious. Not AT ALL.  Nope.  No way.  Not me. Well, not really. Gulp. Shudder. 

See you on the flipside! 

Until next time,

Ness 

PS. On Sunday we were in a different carpark and another car reversed out straight into the back passenger side of our car. Nothing to do with the black cat thing, right? Superstitions are all complete nonsense, RIGHT? Good. Therefore crappy things can't happen in threes... I hope. Fingers crossed! 

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T'is The Season To Be Jolly...Worried Part Two Plus Further Tales of Woe

I have been asked how I coped with everything at the time, when Micky Blue Eyes had Cancer. I can never really come up with an answer.

When you really have no choice but to cope, somehow you do. That's the best I can come up with. Sometimes it seems as if I cope on automatic pilot at the time then fall to pieces later. That does seem to be my tendency.

As I mentioned, Mick had to have chemo which would be ongoing for six months. 

Then we found out his brother had Cancer. Only for him, it seemed it was an even more extreme situation. The cancer was in a bad position and quite advanced.

So began a three year battle for him that ended when he passed away on May 13th, 2008. 

Previous to this we found out that the Cancer was, in fact, hereditary. It was caused by something called HNPCC which is short for Hereditary NonPolyposis Colorectal Cancer. This means the person (ie Mick) already has genes that would predispose them to certain cancers. 

We also found out that I was pregnant again. Something we hadn't really expected, but were thrilled.

Until, at the routine 19 weeks scan, they were unable to find any heart beat. The pregnancy was too advanced so I would have to deliver the baby.

Once again we were having to experience the unthinkable. I delivered our stillborn son, Daniel, on 24th August, 2007. The cord had wrapped around his neck.

I have to admit I've struggled rather a lot in the following years. Paranoia pervaded my every thought and I became fearful and anxious waiting for the next terrible thing to happen.

I was convinced we were cursed or jinxed. I tried to remember if I'd ever broken a mirror or a black cat had crossed my path. And I'm not usually superstitious. But suddenly I was.

Which wasn't extremely helpful because I was pregnant again. But of course this time all went well.

A blessing after a lot of heartache on November 2, 2008

After a shaky start (I was horribly sick for the first trimester) and a dramatic finish (emergency cesarean)  Mr 4 was born on November 2, 2008.  I'm assuming we just don't have girls for whatever reason. But that's fine, all I wanted was a healthy, living, breathing baby.

I love having boys. 

However, I am still trying to cure my paranoia after yet another family member now has Cancer. 

I'll also be holding my breath until December 14th, when Micky Blue Eyes has his colonoscopy.  Hoping to be boring.

"It's all very boring," the doctor informed us a year or two ago after the procedure.  Immediately we decided that we love nothing more than being boring. Boring is the best.

Bring on boring. 


Have you ever felt cursed or jinxed?  Are you superstitious?

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