Sporry...
Hee, that title reminds me of high school, at which time John Howard was having issues with saying 'sorry' to the indigenous peoples who were mistreated by previous governments. So we all decided that he might just say 'sporry' instead... it was funny at the time... I miss those girls.
I lived with them for three months, but we were all at different points in our lives, and had moved away from home for different reasons, so it was not to be. Tash, Meely, if you're out there, please know that there is a place in my heart for you which is warm, forgiving and apologetic all at once, and I wish you well. Jenny D too, we had such deep, connected conversations, what a shame that circumstances dictated that our paths would diverge.
Anywhos, I'm sporry for neglecting the blog. Life has been well and truly hectic. My sister's wedding is next weekend, so, as you could imagine, my family's existence is a whirlwind, with Bec and Nathan at it's twisted core. It's a delightful time, however, and the hen's day/night was deliciously fun. Grandparents arrive during the week, rehearsals are on Tuesday, and I will be picked up on Saturday morning at 7:30am to begin my day of pale pink frippery.
I am loving my job, love, love, loving it! The days are so jam packed, and I'm learning so much, each day goes past in a blur. But I've been much congratulated on my progress, and I'm told that I should be very successful, so it's easier to feel comfortable with my unceremonious ejection from the last employer. Plus, after only three weeks in my permanent role, I've earnt a bonus of several hundred dollars - nice! Here I go about the money again! But really, at a time when we are saving for the wedding, and perhaps developing a dream of enjoying a decent honeymoon, it's wonderful to know that I can look forward to fulfilling some modest fantasies.
I'm thinking of returning to Weight Watchers. I don't want to stick around for meetings or whatever, but the weigh in will provide an incentive - nothing's worse than three ladies assessing the number on the display when it's a gain. Stu and I were flicking through some pictures of when I was a member, and Lordy, Lordy, I was one hot piece of ass (comparitively). Stu says he can't tell the difference (sweetheart that he is!), but I certainly can, and liked the support that the group provided. We'll see.
Anywho's, bedtime, can't have bags under the eyes (or bigger ones, at least) for the wedding!
I lived with them for three months, but we were all at different points in our lives, and had moved away from home for different reasons, so it was not to be. Tash, Meely, if you're out there, please know that there is a place in my heart for you which is warm, forgiving and apologetic all at once, and I wish you well. Jenny D too, we had such deep, connected conversations, what a shame that circumstances dictated that our paths would diverge.
Anywhos, I'm sporry for neglecting the blog. Life has been well and truly hectic. My sister's wedding is next weekend, so, as you could imagine, my family's existence is a whirlwind, with Bec and Nathan at it's twisted core. It's a delightful time, however, and the hen's day/night was deliciously fun. Grandparents arrive during the week, rehearsals are on Tuesday, and I will be picked up on Saturday morning at 7:30am to begin my day of pale pink frippery.
I am loving my job, love, love, loving it! The days are so jam packed, and I'm learning so much, each day goes past in a blur. But I've been much congratulated on my progress, and I'm told that I should be very successful, so it's easier to feel comfortable with my unceremonious ejection from the last employer. Plus, after only three weeks in my permanent role, I've earnt a bonus of several hundred dollars - nice! Here I go about the money again! But really, at a time when we are saving for the wedding, and perhaps developing a dream of enjoying a decent honeymoon, it's wonderful to know that I can look forward to fulfilling some modest fantasies.
I'm thinking of returning to Weight Watchers. I don't want to stick around for meetings or whatever, but the weigh in will provide an incentive - nothing's worse than three ladies assessing the number on the display when it's a gain. Stu and I were flicking through some pictures of when I was a member, and Lordy, Lordy, I was one hot piece of ass (comparitively). Stu says he can't tell the difference (sweetheart that he is!), but I certainly can, and liked the support that the group provided. We'll see.
Anywho's, bedtime, can't have bags under the eyes (or bigger ones, at least) for the wedding!
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