Not An April Fools Joke!

I miss this.

(Let's just jump in shall we? I mean, pool and sea-wise, I'm usually an incher-in, not a diver-in, but blog-wise, I guess we just have to be brave... no dipping of big toes in here)

A lot's been going on in my world since last I blogged... and so many times over the last eighteen months I've had a post written in my head and it just hasn't happened... and then, as with so much, the longer you leave it, the harder it is to go back.

But oh how I've missed it.

Facebook and Twitter (still don't know how that works either - I mean it's a prefect medium for some, but I find it, I dunno, irrelevant? constrictive?) just don't give the same depth of communication. Or community for that matter.

I miss my blogging friends, and the chance to have a discussion, a real discussion - an exchange of ideas, in less than 140 characters or a 'like' button.

I love yous all. That's it, pretty much.

Testing testing....

one two

one two

is this thing still on????

Minus Four

One of these days I'm going to be able to pluck one of the many ideas floating around in my head, and actually take it further than a single sentence... here's hoping anyways...

The Black Cockatoos are back in the tall gum behind my house. This is a sure sign summer is on the way (even surer than the warm temperatures of late, even)... it gladdened my heart and raised my spirits to a ridiculous level when I heard their telltale (and oddly mournful) squawking yesterday morning.

I discovered the other day that it is my intrinsic eccentricity and general air of oddness that attracted my gentleman friend - so yay for quirky then... Hey kids! Stay in School! Say No to drugs! True Love waits! And don't worry about being different... it may only take until you're (almost) 35, but one day someone will take you as you are, so don't go changing or trying to fit in or wearing black nailpolish and going all emo, things will be Good one day...
Of course as this conversation was taking place my internal monologue was all 'Huh. When did I turn into Bridget Jones...? Interesting...'

My take on the Global Financial Crisis... Far Out guys... all it takes is for a few of you to grow some and then we won't be having these issues. Financiers = a bunch of pissweak pansies. Heck, I was married to a Economics Major for 13 years, I know what I'm talking about!

I am taking the Big Girls to a couple of seminars tonight. Those seminars... the ones put on by the school and presented by Interrelate... the 'What's happening to me' and the 'More detail about what's happening to me (Plus all about Wet Dreams)' ones... A think there was a communal 'ewwwww grossssssss!' from the three of us when we read the newsletter. But, its tonight. And it won't be awkward AT ALL. But you never know... I could actually learn something! Stay tuned for Actonb's new insights tomorrow!

Short and Sweet

I realised this morning that this whole thang is working towards the greater good... You know, a little bit 'everything works for good for those who love the Lord'...

It feels like waking up after a loooonnng sleep and luxuriating in the half-consciousness... stretching and welcoming a new day, a new life... a new me...

Freaking October Already...

Oh my little blog! How I have missed thee...

I've been doing... stuff.

I've managed to lose ALL my words, so if you happen to see some lying around, please post them to me, pretty please!

Life = A Big Fat Mess.

However my girls are good, I is (overall) good, my boy is good...

Yes, the eagle-eyed will have noticed a possessive pronoun (?) there... I am officially 'In a Relationship' (at least, according to FB, and um, me. And him. And MrB)

More updates to come. I promise. When whoever finds my words has been good enough to return them to me...

Thoughts from the Desk, Unanderra-style

Am so sleepy....

My little brother needs a hug...

I'm girl-crushing across the universe...

Am having nothing whatsoever to do with this whole Georgia/Russia/South Ossettia thing... because I came out of the conference fug to discover this war going down, and I'm not one for coming in halfway through a series. As far as I'm concerned, it ain't happening until someone sends me the youtube clips so I can catch up...

Is it too late to go get hot chips for lunch? Do I really want hot chips for lunch? By the time I've made up my mind, it'll be too late, I just know it.

Aw crap...

Peanut butter on toasted muffins it is, I guess...

Mmmmmm.... Black Jacks...

Ewwww.... Bank Reconciliations...

1 Cor 7??? NEXT!

Assumptions

So... an attempt to correct some misapprehensions that I may have contributed to the forming of...

Far out - the perils of posting while every so slightly relaxed... well, don't be afreared - that ain't gonna happen again in a hurry.

The Mirena - while indeed a contraceptive IUD is also used to regulate menstrual periods... and is the first step in me attempting to avert a hysterectormy before I'm 36. Because you see, in layman's terms, I have a wonky uterus. It's all fun around these (lady) parts....

My own personal muso gets along just fine with my own personal dancer - they are both as cute as buttons and live in my back pocket... and both wear pink ties...*

I have been neck-deep in organising a conference for the last however long, and it finally happened last week - and despite the band STILL trying to fuck it up for me on the night, it all went off without a hitch. Yay! And I've come through the other side considerably older and wiser, but having danced my arse off on Saturday Night... It's a win/win situation.

Pah!