Not Working to Potential
Sunday, August 06, 2006
I've moved house
Onto Blog # 3 in the space of just one year.
One, I think this blog is obviously a little bit stale these days. I wanted to get past it by being a little more revealing, but there's a friend of a friend who now works at my workplace. I know the friend reads the blog. I was a bit worried that somehow, my entire workplace could be reading the blog and I wouldn't know it.
Although I don't talk about work too often, one little slip up could be a bit of a catastrophe, career wise. If you could call it that.
Anyway, point is, I'm going elsewhere for my blogging fix. I will be feeling a little more footloose and fancy-free (sorry, no p0rn still!). If you'd like to follow me, feel free to email me at the address to the right, and if you let me know a little more about yourself (just so I can suss out, sort of, whether you're not a work dude or dudette).
Either that, or I'm sure you're all ace Google'ers these days and could probably find me without emailing me.
It's been fun, but I suppose I'm beginning to feel a little more like I'm living up to my potential a little more, and the name just doesn't really fit so well. Perhaps we'll meet again in the not so distant future!
¶ 5:48 PM 5 comments links to this post
One, I think this blog is obviously a little bit stale these days. I wanted to get past it by being a little more revealing, but there's a friend of a friend who now works at my workplace. I know the friend reads the blog. I was a bit worried that somehow, my entire workplace could be reading the blog and I wouldn't know it.
Although I don't talk about work too often, one little slip up could be a bit of a catastrophe, career wise. If you could call it that.
Anyway, point is, I'm going elsewhere for my blogging fix. I will be feeling a little more footloose and fancy-free (sorry, no p0rn still!). If you'd like to follow me, feel free to email me at the address to the right, and if you let me know a little more about yourself (just so I can suss out, sort of, whether you're not a work dude or dudette).
Either that, or I'm sure you're all ace Google'ers these days and could probably find me without emailing me.
It's been fun, but I suppose I'm beginning to feel a little more like I'm living up to my potential a little more, and the name just doesn't really fit so well. Perhaps we'll meet again in the not so distant future!
¶ 5:48 PM 5 comments links to this post
Sunday, July 30, 2006
One Piggy Piggy
Last weekend, we headed down south for a couple of nights. As per our usual habits on these southernly jaunts, we headed off to the Margaret River Chocolate Factory to grab some buttons. Best. Chocolate. Evaaarrrrr. We bought one 500gm bag of milk chocolate buttons for us, and one bag for my mum and sister to share.
I have finished my bag, and spent all day today wondering whether to eat the other bag.
I have now opened them. There is no going back! The only way I could possibly give them to them now is if I just said I was making sure they weren't poisonous. Or something. Should probably just keep them, otherwise it'd be y'know, rude.
Oink.
¶ 8:35 PM 1 comments links to this post
I have finished my bag, and spent all day today wondering whether to eat the other bag.
I have now opened them. There is no going back! The only way I could possibly give them to them now is if I just said I was making sure they weren't poisonous. Or something. Should probably just keep them, otherwise it'd be y'know, rude.
Oink.
¶ 8:35 PM 1 comments links to this post
Sunday, July 16, 2006
The frantic pace
Yesterday was a very eventful day... it's hopefully going to change the course of our lives a little bit, so I thought it worth mentioning (not in a 'today-I-fed-the-dog-and-he-ate-it-all' kind of way).
We decided to put an offer in on a new block of land. We only moved into this place four months ago, but we want to upgrade. We found the perfect block - I saw them a few months ago, but they were all sold out. Luckily, someone has decided to sell theirs on, and I spotted it quickly after it was listed. We raced up to the real estate agent (someone up north - miles away!!) who was listing it yesterday morning to get in first and put our offer in. Now the waiting game - we're hoping it just gets accepted and everything will be ace.
Tallboy and I keep looking at each other and wondering if we're mad - the last building process was anything but fun, but we've learnt from our mistakes, we're just so much more calm, collected and savvy this time. We know what we're talking about when we go around browsing the display homes, we know the right questions to ask.
The block is so lovely, it overlooks a beautiful park at the front, and looks out over houses to bushland at the back. It's sat at a high point on the hill, and we wouldn't have back neighbours - there is a maybe 20-25ft drop at the back of the block (maintained by a retaining wall), below which is a road, which will have houses on it. But our back fence would be not really a fence at all - it's sort of like the fence people put around their pool - secure, but it doesn't interrupt your view of whatever's behind it! Although I really really want this to work out, this time around I just feel more relaxed - because we already have our own place, I'm all nonchalant - sort of like, if we don't get this one, another one will come around soon!
It does mean we'll be building again whilst the wedding is being organised, but I'm happy to manage that this time around - now I don't have study on my plate too, I think I can do it.
Here's to doing it all again.... (!) ¶ 8:32 AM 0 comments links to this post
We decided to put an offer in on a new block of land. We only moved into this place four months ago, but we want to upgrade. We found the perfect block - I saw them a few months ago, but they were all sold out. Luckily, someone has decided to sell theirs on, and I spotted it quickly after it was listed. We raced up to the real estate agent (someone up north - miles away!!) who was listing it yesterday morning to get in first and put our offer in. Now the waiting game - we're hoping it just gets accepted and everything will be ace.
Tallboy and I keep looking at each other and wondering if we're mad - the last building process was anything but fun, but we've learnt from our mistakes, we're just so much more calm, collected and savvy this time. We know what we're talking about when we go around browsing the display homes, we know the right questions to ask.
The block is so lovely, it overlooks a beautiful park at the front, and looks out over houses to bushland at the back. It's sat at a high point on the hill, and we wouldn't have back neighbours - there is a maybe 20-25ft drop at the back of the block (maintained by a retaining wall), below which is a road, which will have houses on it. But our back fence would be not really a fence at all - it's sort of like the fence people put around their pool - secure, but it doesn't interrupt your view of whatever's behind it! Although I really really want this to work out, this time around I just feel more relaxed - because we already have our own place, I'm all nonchalant - sort of like, if we don't get this one, another one will come around soon!
It does mean we'll be building again whilst the wedding is being organised, but I'm happy to manage that this time around - now I don't have study on my plate too, I think I can do it.
Here's to doing it all again.... (!) ¶ 8:32 AM 0 comments links to this post
Monday, July 10, 2006
I think I'm annoying
Sometimes I'm more aware of myself than other days.
Today was one of those days, and I just couldn't stop fucking talking. From the minute I walked into work, I babbled a whoooole pile of shit - and I haven't stopped until I walked in the door about 20minutes ago from dinner with previous workmates.
As I'm babbling away about practically nothing, I really felt like I was having a series of 'me, me, me' moments - you know the ones - and I hate it when people do this to me too - when someone tells a story or asks for advise and you find it impossible to respond without giving your version of a slightly similar, but different story of a friend of a friend or uncle's cousin to whom the ALMOST EXACT SAME THING HAPPENED TO.
But like, better? And totally more dramatic.
So yeah, today I am annoying. But at least I come with self-awareness? Thank god for small graces... ¶ 9:38 PM 0 comments links to this post
Today was one of those days, and I just couldn't stop fucking talking. From the minute I walked into work, I babbled a whoooole pile of shit - and I haven't stopped until I walked in the door about 20minutes ago from dinner with previous workmates.
As I'm babbling away about practically nothing, I really felt like I was having a series of 'me, me, me' moments - you know the ones - and I hate it when people do this to me too - when someone tells a story or asks for advise and you find it impossible to respond without giving your version of a slightly similar, but different story of a friend of a friend or uncle's cousin to whom the ALMOST EXACT SAME THING HAPPENED TO.
But like, better? And totally more dramatic.
So yeah, today I am annoying. But at least I come with self-awareness? Thank god for small graces... ¶ 9:38 PM 0 comments links to this post
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Poptarts
Does anyone know if you can still buy PopTarts in Australian supermarkets?
I'm really hanging out for the apple ones, and have been for weeks. I can't seem to find any at my local supermarket. It's really annoying me! I love that warm apple gooeyness and the pastry corners were always so crispy and delicious. ¶ 5:16 PM 1 comments links to this post
I'm really hanging out for the apple ones, and have been for weeks. I can't seem to find any at my local supermarket. It's really annoying me! I love that warm apple gooeyness and the pastry corners were always so crispy and delicious. ¶ 5:16 PM 1 comments links to this post
Yes, Sir!
I got told off by my Dad today for the first time in forever - doesn't he know I'm the good child, the one who doesn't get in trouble?
I was talking to him about the experiences my sister & I had yesterday while trying to find a bridesmaid dress for her at my wedding. I made the comment that I had something in mind, but we just hadn't been able to find it yet - and that I'd probably end up going to the dressmakers with a picture I'd seen and asking them to reproduce it in my preferred colour.
He then tells me that my Great-Aunt in South Africa (who I have never met mind you) is a awesome dressmaker! She once made dresses out of bedsheets for his cousins! How fantastic! To which I replied by singing "Theeee hills are aliveeee, with the sound of music (laaaa lalala)". I tell him that although it sounds like a fabbo money-saving exercise, I'm looking at generally taking the least stressful route, and to my mind, sending fabric and a photo over to South Africa to what is, essentially, a stranger, with a piece of paper with some measurements on it and realistically expect for it to be what I really wanted - this is probably one of the most stressful ways to go about it. After I told him this, he went a little bit into 'tell-off' mode.
Telling me that everytime we talk about the wedding I mention the word 'stress' and I'm being negative and I should have positive thoughts and I'm talking myself into the stress, but it's not even stressful because we're 8 1/2 months away and I've already secured all the 'big stuff' and bla bla bla. I don't think that I AM acting like that - all I say about things is "I'm picking this option because it is the least stressful" or "I'm ruling out this option because it will be too stressful". I suppose this may be making the assumption that I will be stressed at the time - but I just see it as preventative measures. Enough of the right decisions made based on their stress factor will mean I will never be the Bridezilla he thinks I will become. Or that he thinks I am telling myself to come.
I finished up that part of the conversation with a very mature 'Um, yeah, well anyway you know this thing...". I felt just weird because I could practically see him wagging his finger down the phone at me. ¶ 2:47 PM 1 comments links to this post
I was talking to him about the experiences my sister & I had yesterday while trying to find a bridesmaid dress for her at my wedding. I made the comment that I had something in mind, but we just hadn't been able to find it yet - and that I'd probably end up going to the dressmakers with a picture I'd seen and asking them to reproduce it in my preferred colour.
He then tells me that my Great-Aunt in South Africa (who I have never met mind you) is a awesome dressmaker! She once made dresses out of bedsheets for his cousins! How fantastic! To which I replied by singing "Theeee hills are aliveeee, with the sound of music (laaaa lalala)". I tell him that although it sounds like a fabbo money-saving exercise, I'm looking at generally taking the least stressful route, and to my mind, sending fabric and a photo over to South Africa to what is, essentially, a stranger, with a piece of paper with some measurements on it and realistically expect for it to be what I really wanted - this is probably one of the most stressful ways to go about it. After I told him this, he went a little bit into 'tell-off' mode.
Telling me that everytime we talk about the wedding I mention the word 'stress' and I'm being negative and I should have positive thoughts and I'm talking myself into the stress, but it's not even stressful because we're 8 1/2 months away and I've already secured all the 'big stuff' and bla bla bla. I don't think that I AM acting like that - all I say about things is "I'm picking this option because it is the least stressful" or "I'm ruling out this option because it will be too stressful". I suppose this may be making the assumption that I will be stressed at the time - but I just see it as preventative measures. Enough of the right decisions made based on their stress factor will mean I will never be the Bridezilla he thinks I will become. Or that he thinks I am telling myself to come.
I finished up that part of the conversation with a very mature 'Um, yeah, well anyway you know this thing...". I felt just weird because I could practically see him wagging his finger down the phone at me. ¶ 2:47 PM 1 comments links to this post
The same kind of nutty
I find it reassuring when I come across a new person in my life who is "the saaame kind of nutty" as me. I get told at times that I'm a little bit odd - when I tell stories, I get a bit animated - sometimes I have a weird out of body experience when it's like I'm looking at myself and going ... WTF? Probably because I'm hopping around or humping the air or trying to imitate some ugly face.
Luckily, at work I've met one other person who has a strong a sense of the ridiculous as I do. Others just find it funny, but this girl is in on the act. She enjoys being a little left of centre as much as I do. She's not afraid to be a dorkus!
A champion among champions - and it makes me feel a little more normal. ¶ 11:25 AM 0 comments links to this post
Luckily, at work I've met one other person who has a strong a sense of the ridiculous as I do. Others just find it funny, but this girl is in on the act. She enjoys being a little left of centre as much as I do. She's not afraid to be a dorkus!
A champion among champions - and it makes me feel a little more normal. ¶ 11:25 AM 0 comments links to this post
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Further to my Big Brother post...
I have now seen the full-length video and do not think the boys were in the wrong. Nor do I think Camilla was in the wrong either.
To me it looked decisively like three consenting adults who were mucking around in bed. I know Camilla looked like she was being held down in the pictures, and she was struggling a little as well in the video but she was also laughing her arse off - sort of like when you are being tickled and you're trying to get away but it's still funny and a game.
It's a damn shame that the boys will be condemned for this for life - and I'll bet Camilla will feel the same way when she leaves the house and sees what a big freaking deal the media and government have made out of this. These guys now feel the need for bodyguards - whoever thought that their 15 minutes of fame would lead to this thanks to the sensationalising rating-grabbing tactics of the Channel 10 bosses. I'm all for people taking responsibilities for their actions, but if these guys decide to sue for defamation, I'd be behind them, because I don't believe the punishment fits the crime. ¶ 10:52 PM 0 comments links to this post
To me it looked decisively like three consenting adults who were mucking around in bed. I know Camilla looked like she was being held down in the pictures, and she was struggling a little as well in the video but she was also laughing her arse off - sort of like when you are being tickled and you're trying to get away but it's still funny and a game.
It's a damn shame that the boys will be condemned for this for life - and I'll bet Camilla will feel the same way when she leaves the house and sees what a big freaking deal the media and government have made out of this. These guys now feel the need for bodyguards - whoever thought that their 15 minutes of fame would lead to this thanks to the sensationalising rating-grabbing tactics of the Channel 10 bosses. I'm all for people taking responsibilities for their actions, but if these guys decide to sue for defamation, I'd be behind them, because I don't believe the punishment fits the crime. ¶ 10:52 PM 0 comments links to this post
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Big Brother Lover Gone Sour
I'm a little bit weirded out today by recent events on the Australian Big Brother. I've been a long-time obsessive fan, and I don't think I've ever been shocked by something on television so much. I'm finding a little hard to process because it is just such a strange thing to happen
I know that they talk about the Big Brother experience bringing on accelerated friendships and closeness - but can I just say that no male friend I've ever known has thought it appropriate to pin me down and slap me in the face with his dick - not even TallBoy, and he might be the only one who may have permission to do so! How bloody degrading. I've lived in the same town for the past 15 years and have been to school with and had the same group of guy friends for almost as long - and never have I heard of them doing anything like this to any of us girls, nor even joke about it!
Weird thing is... Ashley (or Michael, as he is known in these parts) is from my same town, the same school. I know his sister, we were in many classes together at school and still occasionally frequent the same parties and get-togethers. I am feeling for her right now, really feeling for her. This must have rocked their family, I just cannot imagine what they must be going through right now. She is totally straight-laced (me too!) and I imagine that this will probably have horrified her. Yet, I imagine she is also feeling like she should support her brother.
But most of all, I'm feeling for Camilla. Something that shouldn't have happened at all, has happened. And she can't even deal with it privately. It's happening to her in the most public of public forums, and she is torn between being completely offended and disgusted with the behaviour, and still not wanting to damage her (so-called) friends' reputations.
On one hand, I want them hauled over the coals because their actions were dispicable. On the other, without being melodramatic, this one silly decision could affect the rest of their lives! How can any employer, potential girlfriend, friend even look them in eye and think they're good guys, when they think it's okay to act this way towards a woman? It seems like a pretty heavy price to pay for 15 minutes of fame. ¶ 8:12 PM 2 comments links to this post
I know that they talk about the Big Brother experience bringing on accelerated friendships and closeness - but can I just say that no male friend I've ever known has thought it appropriate to pin me down and slap me in the face with his dick - not even TallBoy, and he might be the only one who may have permission to do so! How bloody degrading. I've lived in the same town for the past 15 years and have been to school with and had the same group of guy friends for almost as long - and never have I heard of them doing anything like this to any of us girls, nor even joke about it!
Weird thing is... Ashley (or Michael, as he is known in these parts) is from my same town, the same school. I know his sister, we were in many classes together at school and still occasionally frequent the same parties and get-togethers. I am feeling for her right now, really feeling for her. This must have rocked their family, I just cannot imagine what they must be going through right now. She is totally straight-laced (me too!) and I imagine that this will probably have horrified her. Yet, I imagine she is also feeling like she should support her brother.
But most of all, I'm feeling for Camilla. Something that shouldn't have happened at all, has happened. And she can't even deal with it privately. It's happening to her in the most public of public forums, and she is torn between being completely offended and disgusted with the behaviour, and still not wanting to damage her (so-called) friends' reputations.
On one hand, I want them hauled over the coals because their actions were dispicable. On the other, without being melodramatic, this one silly decision could affect the rest of their lives! How can any employer, potential girlfriend, friend even look them in eye and think they're good guys, when they think it's okay to act this way towards a woman? It seems like a pretty heavy price to pay for 15 minutes of fame. ¶ 8:12 PM 2 comments links to this post
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Why I Wear Glasses
Today TallBoy and I were driving down the road, and two people were walking along the roadside. I said to him:
"What the fuck?!! Why are those two people wearing balaklavas?!"
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew I'd fucked up...
"Umm, hun? They're black."
Note to self: Always wear visual aids. They help you to see people's facial features. Thus saving you from dumb blonde moments. ¶ 8:50 PM 4 comments links to this post
"What the fuck?!! Why are those two people wearing balaklavas?!"
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew I'd fucked up...
"Umm, hun? They're black."
Note to self: Always wear visual aids. They help you to see people's facial features. Thus saving you from dumb blonde moments. ¶ 8:50 PM 4 comments links to this post
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Pals
This past weekend TallBoy and I headed off to the engagement party I mentioned in my last post. All went well, TallBoy was actually sociable (for once), and we all had a jolly old time. A friend of ours surprised everyone by arriving unannounced from interstate... she's doing shit like that all the time! I got a call from her on Thursday, and was a little suspicious because I hadn't heard from her in ... about a year maybe? But I carried on and didn't mention it. I must admit, the human brain is a weird thing, for a minute, I saw her but it didn't twig that she wasn't supposed to be there. We spent so much time together as teenagers, that she's just so familiar to me. I was all like... Oh, there's Rachel. WAIT A MINUTE... She's not supposed to be here! Much hyperactivity ensues. I'd only had one cocktail at this point, so it wasn't the drink making me dopey.
Because of her arrival in town, I ended up spending alot more time with my girlfriends this weekend. I am pretty bad when it comes to keeping in touch with people - atrocious in fact. Family or friends, I can go for weeks without picking up the phone sometimes! Dad sometimes texts me "Still alive?". I just get caught up in my own life and lose track of time, not realising that it's been months since I spoke to some people. But when I spend time with them, I realise how much fun it is, how much I enjoy these people. I think I also do the wrong thing by getting too wrapped up in TallBoy. He never tells me not to see people - in fact, quite the opposite, he encourages me to pick up the phone, he's more aware of my bad habit than I am. But after 5 1/2 years we still really enjoy each other's company - we should be sick of the sight of each other by now... I find it fantastic and I'm so happy that we're not, but I'm aware that it probably affects my relationships with my friends.
I love having a history with these people. I feel a bit sorry for Rachel, who moved to Canberra with her parents a few years back. She really feels it, she can't stop smiling when she's here and I think she misses having that history with her friends over there. I should appreciate what I have and take advantage of it more, the fact that my friends are moments away, not an expensive plane trip.
Lesson Learnt! ¶ 9:19 AM 3 comments links to this post
Because of her arrival in town, I ended up spending alot more time with my girlfriends this weekend. I am pretty bad when it comes to keeping in touch with people - atrocious in fact. Family or friends, I can go for weeks without picking up the phone sometimes! Dad sometimes texts me "Still alive?". I just get caught up in my own life and lose track of time, not realising that it's been months since I spoke to some people. But when I spend time with them, I realise how much fun it is, how much I enjoy these people. I think I also do the wrong thing by getting too wrapped up in TallBoy. He never tells me not to see people - in fact, quite the opposite, he encourages me to pick up the phone, he's more aware of my bad habit than I am. But after 5 1/2 years we still really enjoy each other's company - we should be sick of the sight of each other by now... I find it fantastic and I'm so happy that we're not, but I'm aware that it probably affects my relationships with my friends.
I love having a history with these people. I feel a bit sorry for Rachel, who moved to Canberra with her parents a few years back. She really feels it, she can't stop smiling when she's here and I think she misses having that history with her friends over there. I should appreciate what I have and take advantage of it more, the fact that my friends are moments away, not an expensive plane trip.
Lesson Learnt! ¶ 9:19 AM 3 comments links to this post
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Yo Yo Yo!
Life is good!
- Things are happening all over the place. The house is all good I'm spending up big but constantly thinking of more things to buy, the wedding plans are coming along (25 March 2007. I love it because 2+5 = 7. 7-3 (as in March, 3rd month of the year) equals 4. I love four. It wasn't deliberate, but it's so neat and tidy!). I have found the most perfect venue known to man, and within my budget too (seriously, I would've paid oodles more for the place we got, but bargain price it is!).
- I had an interesting proposal from ms. was for her to photograph my wedding. God, I love her photography, she has this way of making natural seem special. Things aren't over-posed. It's like she's invisible while she's shooting or something. Trouble is, she lives in America... the interesting idea she had was that we play for her flight, find her somewhere to stay and she does the actual job for free. Pretty comparable price-wise (can you fucking believe it) but stress-wise? I couldn't do it. I think I'll have to make-do with just buying prints of her other photos (cos they are too awesome to miss). TallBoy's reaction: "For fucks Michelle - can't you just do something normal? You want to fly someone in from another country just to photograph our wedding?! Insanity."
- Today, a girl at work and I discovered this crazy crazy coincidence. It's very long winded so I won't go into it here and you kinda have to know the people involved to get it, but all day, we just kept saying "Oh my fucking God - that's some freaky shit". It ended up that she'd pashed a guy while she was on holiday in Bali that my sister had pashed in the past and whose brother I'd pashed in high school - despite us living a good 40 minutes in opposite directions from work and having never met before and not moving in the same circles whatsoever. The way we worked it out was just a freaky fricken coincidence in itself - that's the long-winded bit. I love those crazy coinky dinks - like when a friend of mine at school decided to wag school one day and instead go shopping in the capital city about 45 minutes drive away. She was in a major department store, heading into the toilets, and her Mum walked out of the toilets at the same moment. Sprung. But what are the chances?! Anyone else got some cool tales?
- Last week we built a wall. I helped. Actual helping, not just standing back and pointing out imperfections and telling TallBoy he's 'missed a bit', which is my usual style. I made sure the cement didn't set around the edges of the wheelbarrow by constantly stirring, and also by providing TallBoy with bricks from the pile we got delivered, as required. Smooth!
- We're going to a friend's engagement party this weekend which makes me feel rather slack because we've been engaged a year now and still haven't had one. We're planning on a combined House Warming/Engagement Party soon - will have to get on with it, or the house will be warmed already!
Aww I've missed this dribbling shit. I need to catch up my on regular reads!
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