Good Lord!!! I cant believe it's been almost a year since I've visited and posted here. Like everything I start in life, interest soon wanes and drifts into my history.
Blogging has been really cathartic for me and was my first attempt at keeping a journal of the going ons in my life. Reading back it's been great, it's like my random thoughts and feeling are out there for randoms to read and for me to revisit when I'm feeling nostalgic, bored or trying to find excuses for the never ending pile of dishes\washing\cleaning that I try so hard to escape.
I'll be back later to fill in whats been going on for the last 11 months, not a great deal but some big personal mountains have been conquered and I've got my sights set on some bigger ones.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I dont like my job
This is a 'woah is me' post which I tend to feel about 4 times a year (namely when BAS is due).
I really cant complain too much about my job, I only normally work one day a week (and even then it's only for 1/2 the day) but when BAS is due I just doesn't seem to stop.
I do my neighbours books and they are in the worst state I can think of. He literally gives me a shoe box at the end of the quarter filled with receipts, banking deposits and a mound of invoices he's been accumulating. He generates them on his computer using Excel only to give them to me to enter them in to MYOB, therefore they are created twice.
Half of the transactions on his bank statement (if I'm lucky enough to get them) dont have a receipt or any paperwork for me to match up and if there are deposits made into the bank account I have no idea which invoices they are for. I should be a detective because it seems like that is what my main role is when it comes to his books.
So after spending over 12 hours today on them (plus the other 8 yesterday) I've had enough and I've had to come an have a vent (hubby's asleep so it would do me no good to vent to him, plus he doesnt listen or give a shit anyway).
I really cant complain too much about my job, I only normally work one day a week (and even then it's only for 1/2 the day) but when BAS is due I just doesn't seem to stop.
I do my neighbours books and they are in the worst state I can think of. He literally gives me a shoe box at the end of the quarter filled with receipts, banking deposits and a mound of invoices he's been accumulating. He generates them on his computer using Excel only to give them to me to enter them in to MYOB, therefore they are created twice.
Half of the transactions on his bank statement (if I'm lucky enough to get them) dont have a receipt or any paperwork for me to match up and if there are deposits made into the bank account I have no idea which invoices they are for. I should be a detective because it seems like that is what my main role is when it comes to his books.
So after spending over 12 hours today on them (plus the other 8 yesterday) I've had enough and I've had to come an have a vent (hubby's asleep so it would do me no good to vent to him, plus he doesnt listen or give a shit anyway).
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
The storm before the calm
What is it about preparing to go on holidays. It's always a mad rush to get things done - work, washing, shopping and packing.
Is all the stress and rushing around really worth while packing up the car and driving for 12 hours with two noisy, whingy, arguing kids who have to stop every half hour because they need to go pee or are hungry. I'll also need to have a few 'sanity stops' when the kids drive me crazy that if I dont remove myself from arms length I may do something which will cause them to be removed from my care (for anyone who doesnt know me that last part was a joke). When we get there we will be spending 7 days cramped up in a small caravan - hows the serenity LOL. Rest assure that I will be packing a case of wine to take with me on our 7 day trip :)
At least we will be in one of our country's most beautiful and relaxing places so hopefully this will counter balance the stress of confinement with hubby and the kids and I wont end up as a mad woman who's on the verge of becoming a deranged lunatic.
Time will tell how this trip will end up. Wish me luck and I'll report back in a week or so and let you know if it was all worth while. Come to think of it we should've booked a cruise instead where the kids are thoroughly entertained by someone else and sent back to their mum and dad exhausted.
Is all the stress and rushing around really worth while packing up the car and driving for 12 hours with two noisy, whingy, arguing kids who have to stop every half hour because they need to go pee or are hungry. I'll also need to have a few 'sanity stops' when the kids drive me crazy that if I dont remove myself from arms length I may do something which will cause them to be removed from my care (for anyone who doesnt know me that last part was a joke). When we get there we will be spending 7 days cramped up in a small caravan - hows the serenity LOL. Rest assure that I will be packing a case of wine to take with me on our 7 day trip :)
At least we will be in one of our country's most beautiful and relaxing places so hopefully this will counter balance the stress of confinement with hubby and the kids and I wont end up as a mad woman who's on the verge of becoming a deranged lunatic.
Time will tell how this trip will end up. Wish me luck and I'll report back in a week or so and let you know if it was all worth while. Come to think of it we should've booked a cruise instead where the kids are thoroughly entertained by someone else and sent back to their mum and dad exhausted.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Jury Duty
Today I finished Jury Duty and have come home feeling mentally shattered by the experience which consisted of three days of sitting and listening to evidence, testimony, statements etc. For the record we found the accused gulity on all counts (robbery, armed and aggrevated).
Whilst my mind and conscience is clear that we came to the right decision it is a difficult and heart wretching decision to come to. We have convicted a young girl for a serious offence that will probably result in jail time (albiet minimal). I certainly hope that she comes out the other side with some rehabilitation and a better sense of what she wants and can achieve out of life.
It is the defence lawyers job to create 'reasonable' doubt in the jury's mind that the accused did not commit the crime, discredit any evidence that point to the guilt of the accused and create doubt that it was someone else who committed the offence even though all other evidence says the accused is guilty. BUT what is reasonable doubt? As far as I'm concerned as we weren't there at the time the crime was committed and there is no certainty about what actually happened and therefore there will always be doubt, but was is a reasonable amount of doubt? All the jurors believed the girl we convicted was in the car and committed the crime but the defence lawyer (aka bulldog chick as she came to be known by the jurors) was easily able to create doubt in testimonies the vicitims and the other witnesses (co-accussed) gave.
After a few hours of careful and well thought about deliberation we all came to the conclusion that the amount of doubt she had created in our minds what not 'reasonable' and that the facts of the evidence far out weighed any other scenarios that she put our way.
Although I know that what she did was wrong and through her actions she has left an innocent women scarred for the rest of her life I feel really bad for the pain and sorrow our decision has caused her family but hope it has brought some closure and sense of justice to her victim.
I certainly hope that it will be a very long time before my name is drawn again to partake in my citizen's duty to sit on a jury.
Whilst my mind and conscience is clear that we came to the right decision it is a difficult and heart wretching decision to come to. We have convicted a young girl for a serious offence that will probably result in jail time (albiet minimal). I certainly hope that she comes out the other side with some rehabilitation and a better sense of what she wants and can achieve out of life.
It is the defence lawyers job to create 'reasonable' doubt in the jury's mind that the accused did not commit the crime, discredit any evidence that point to the guilt of the accused and create doubt that it was someone else who committed the offence even though all other evidence says the accused is guilty. BUT what is reasonable doubt? As far as I'm concerned as we weren't there at the time the crime was committed and there is no certainty about what actually happened and therefore there will always be doubt, but was is a reasonable amount of doubt? All the jurors believed the girl we convicted was in the car and committed the crime but the defence lawyer (aka bulldog chick as she came to be known by the jurors) was easily able to create doubt in testimonies the vicitims and the other witnesses (co-accussed) gave.
After a few hours of careful and well thought about deliberation we all came to the conclusion that the amount of doubt she had created in our minds what not 'reasonable' and that the facts of the evidence far out weighed any other scenarios that she put our way.
Although I know that what she did was wrong and through her actions she has left an innocent women scarred for the rest of her life I feel really bad for the pain and sorrow our decision has caused her family but hope it has brought some closure and sense of justice to her victim.
I certainly hope that it will be a very long time before my name is drawn again to partake in my citizen's duty to sit on a jury.
Monday, March 30, 2009
LIFE
LIFE
written by Sharon Rea
Round and round the days go by
My life, some lows but mainly highs
The joys of childhood, the wonders I've seen
Always wondering what could've been
Now that sparkle in my children's eye
where they wonder if they can fly
Fly high my darlings it's in your heart
For your childhood is the life's joyous part
Soon you'll grow and find your feet
And your kids will become your treat
This family cycle will go on
and your kids will be your song.
Love your life for it is short
and remember the joys in life can't be bought.
written by Sharon Rea
Round and round the days go by
My life, some lows but mainly highs
The joys of childhood, the wonders I've seen
Always wondering what could've been
Now that sparkle in my children's eye
where they wonder if they can fly
Fly high my darlings it's in your heart
For your childhood is the life's joyous part
Soon you'll grow and find your feet
And your kids will become your treat
This family cycle will go on
and your kids will be your song.
Love your life for it is short
and remember the joys in life can't be bought.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Walking in the Rain
One of my lifes joys is to walk in the rain.
I was able to enjoy that pleasure today when walking home from canteen duty at school. It started sprinkling and then slowly got heavier and heavier. By the time I got home the water was dripping off my clothes and I was soaked through with my hair plastered all over my face. I love the smell of rain on the hot pavement and the cool and sometimes stinging sensation of the rain on my face.
Why do some people find it strange that others get enjoyment out of walking in the rain rather than find shelter and hide from something that wont harm them. It's when I'm out in the rain that I really feel alive.
I was able to enjoy that pleasure today when walking home from canteen duty at school. It started sprinkling and then slowly got heavier and heavier. By the time I got home the water was dripping off my clothes and I was soaked through with my hair plastered all over my face. I love the smell of rain on the hot pavement and the cool and sometimes stinging sensation of the rain on my face.
Why do some people find it strange that others get enjoyment out of walking in the rain rather than find shelter and hide from something that wont harm them. It's when I'm out in the rain that I really feel alive.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Good times with Gastro
NOTE: THIS POST IS RATED G FOR GROSS AND CONTAINS TALES VOMIT AND POO. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EATING OR PLAN TO IN THE NEXT HOUR OR YOU HAVE A WEAK STOMACH AND ARE EASILY MADE QUEAZY. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
My family came down with gastro yesterday and all hell broke loose. My motto is ‘sharing is caring’ but I now question the logic in this when it comes to sharing illnesses. As far as I’m concerned, keep your bugs to yourself, I don’t want them.
It started on Monday night with me feeling sick and then vomiting. My hubby was kind enough to say it was probably food poisoning from my cooking which I took great offence to and in no uncertain terms insisted it was gastro as it’s been going around and everyone we knew have just had it. Then an hour later my son comes in and starts heaving. Luckily I was fast enough to get him into the bathroom so his spew went all over the tiles rather than the carpet. Phew! Hubby still lays in bed and again says it's the pad thai I've just cooked. The boy’s chundering didn’t cease and my time is spent cleaning up my son, cleaning up his yack and water like poo, cleaning myself after he repeatedly ralphed on me and changing the bed sheets after he chucked on them too. I decided to move myself and my son to the couch as I needed to look after him and sleep wasn’t going to happen (luckily I’d not spewed since that first time) , we didn’t have another set of clean bed sheets that could go on the bed and we would be closer to the toilet and we were on the wooden floors which are easier to clean than thick piled carpet. All the time I’m hoping that whilst I’m on the loo with the runs, the boy doesn’t start emptying his stomach contents again.
By 4.30 am I’m wondering if I should wake hubby up to see if he will take over from me and look after the boy so I can try to get a few hours sleep but then realise that I was delirious and suffering from sleep deprivation and he taking over would never happen. He has never looked after the kids when they have been sick or had to go to hospital so why was I expecting him to do it now. I take my place back on the couch and then before too long have to make my second dunny dash to have a 3D burp.
6.30 arrives and it’s time to start the morning and have decided that no matter what hubby will be getting our daughter up, getting her ready and taking her to school. As I go into the bedroom he makes a mad dash for the loo and is making an offering to the porcelain god. Great that’s all I need, a hubby with guy gastro (think of the man flu only it’s gastro). Feeling sorry for himself he returns to bed and announces there’s no way that he’s taking our daughter to school. At that very moment said daughter arrives in room and I tell her that she won’t be going to school today as I suspect she will have an appointment later with the loo. She’s not worried it just means that she gets to sit on the couch all day and watch cartoons. So with no one having to be anywhere I try to get some sleep. Before too long I’m woken up by my son who is climbing to get into bed and instead of him waving and kissing me like he usually does in the morning, he waves and then barfs all over my face. Eeeew. Thankfully it was only the water type of chuck. My charming hubby is sitting next to me in bed laughing his butt of whilst I’m screaming at him to get me the flannel. After cleaning myself up I head straight to the shower and have a good long soak to get rid of the feeling that I’m a barf bowl.
Straight back to bed for me, hubby and son when daughter comes in saying she thinks she’s going to be sick. I yell at her to get to the toilet quick. Too late, she’s creates her own bile geyser to jazz up our carpet. I make the mad dash to get her into the toilet whilst she’s in hysterics. All the while, hubby’s sitting in bed feeling very sorry for himself whilst a puking pandemonium has broken out.
As the days goes on the liquid screaming from the son and the girl has settled and now they just have colon explosions. Again, hubby is in between bed and the bathroom tending to himself. I’ll be dammed it I’m going to be cleaning up after him too.
The boy delivers us with the nappy from hell and hubby says there’s no way he can deal with it as he is on his death bed and it’s all up to me. As I go to get the boy to change his nappy he up chucks the grapes I’ve just fed him along with the bit of milk he insisted on having which is now curdled and vile. Enough is enough. I crack the shits with hubby and tell him he has to help with the boy. Stick him in the bath and clean him up.
The worst was over and now it’s just lots of rest, a few sips of water if we can keep it down and doses of medication to keep the runs, stomach pain and head aches at bay.
Now I sit here and think about the last 36 hours and a few things have come to mind.
1. Reflecting over our marriage vows we made to each other only 6 months ago and the line ‘in sickness and in health ‘ comes to mind. I think hubby’s version is more like when you’re healthy I’ll be there for you but when you or the kids are ill you’re on your own.
2. I’m glad we’re a two throne household. I don’t know how we would’ve got through this with one loo.
3. I’m so glad it’s over. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy and hope we are never in the situation again where each one of us are ill like that at the same time.
My family came down with gastro yesterday and all hell broke loose. My motto is ‘sharing is caring’ but I now question the logic in this when it comes to sharing illnesses. As far as I’m concerned, keep your bugs to yourself, I don’t want them.
It started on Monday night with me feeling sick and then vomiting. My hubby was kind enough to say it was probably food poisoning from my cooking which I took great offence to and in no uncertain terms insisted it was gastro as it’s been going around and everyone we knew have just had it. Then an hour later my son comes in and starts heaving. Luckily I was fast enough to get him into the bathroom so his spew went all over the tiles rather than the carpet. Phew! Hubby still lays in bed and again says it's the pad thai I've just cooked. The boy’s chundering didn’t cease and my time is spent cleaning up my son, cleaning up his yack and water like poo, cleaning myself after he repeatedly ralphed on me and changing the bed sheets after he chucked on them too. I decided to move myself and my son to the couch as I needed to look after him and sleep wasn’t going to happen (luckily I’d not spewed since that first time) , we didn’t have another set of clean bed sheets that could go on the bed and we would be closer to the toilet and we were on the wooden floors which are easier to clean than thick piled carpet. All the time I’m hoping that whilst I’m on the loo with the runs, the boy doesn’t start emptying his stomach contents again.
By 4.30 am I’m wondering if I should wake hubby up to see if he will take over from me and look after the boy so I can try to get a few hours sleep but then realise that I was delirious and suffering from sleep deprivation and he taking over would never happen. He has never looked after the kids when they have been sick or had to go to hospital so why was I expecting him to do it now. I take my place back on the couch and then before too long have to make my second dunny dash to have a 3D burp.
6.30 arrives and it’s time to start the morning and have decided that no matter what hubby will be getting our daughter up, getting her ready and taking her to school. As I go into the bedroom he makes a mad dash for the loo and is making an offering to the porcelain god. Great that’s all I need, a hubby with guy gastro (think of the man flu only it’s gastro). Feeling sorry for himself he returns to bed and announces there’s no way that he’s taking our daughter to school. At that very moment said daughter arrives in room and I tell her that she won’t be going to school today as I suspect she will have an appointment later with the loo. She’s not worried it just means that she gets to sit on the couch all day and watch cartoons. So with no one having to be anywhere I try to get some sleep. Before too long I’m woken up by my son who is climbing to get into bed and instead of him waving and kissing me like he usually does in the morning, he waves and then barfs all over my face. Eeeew. Thankfully it was only the water type of chuck. My charming hubby is sitting next to me in bed laughing his butt of whilst I’m screaming at him to get me the flannel. After cleaning myself up I head straight to the shower and have a good long soak to get rid of the feeling that I’m a barf bowl.
Straight back to bed for me, hubby and son when daughter comes in saying she thinks she’s going to be sick. I yell at her to get to the toilet quick. Too late, she’s creates her own bile geyser to jazz up our carpet. I make the mad dash to get her into the toilet whilst she’s in hysterics. All the while, hubby’s sitting in bed feeling very sorry for himself whilst a puking pandemonium has broken out.
As the days goes on the liquid screaming from the son and the girl has settled and now they just have colon explosions. Again, hubby is in between bed and the bathroom tending to himself. I’ll be dammed it I’m going to be cleaning up after him too.
The boy delivers us with the nappy from hell and hubby says there’s no way he can deal with it as he is on his death bed and it’s all up to me. As I go to get the boy to change his nappy he up chucks the grapes I’ve just fed him along with the bit of milk he insisted on having which is now curdled and vile. Enough is enough. I crack the shits with hubby and tell him he has to help with the boy. Stick him in the bath and clean him up.
The worst was over and now it’s just lots of rest, a few sips of water if we can keep it down and doses of medication to keep the runs, stomach pain and head aches at bay.
Now I sit here and think about the last 36 hours and a few things have come to mind.
1. Reflecting over our marriage vows we made to each other only 6 months ago and the line ‘in sickness and in health ‘ comes to mind. I think hubby’s version is more like when you’re healthy I’ll be there for you but when you or the kids are ill you’re on your own.
2. I’m glad we’re a two throne household. I don’t know how we would’ve got through this with one loo.
3. I’m so glad it’s over. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy and hope we are never in the situation again where each one of us are ill like that at the same time.
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