OK PEEPS! FINAL CALL FOR SWAPAPALOOZA TWO - THE SWAP STRIKES BACK (or something akin to that, I can't remember what ridiculousness I came up with last time). It's a whole new swap with about 20 NEW swappers so you definitely will NOT be paired with someone you had before and hopefully someone you don't even KNOW, so we can all meet new people and hopefully become friends, right?
Just to clarify - you can post a CD OR crafty item (or crafty supplies), OR both, can choose to post just AUS wide, or internationally, and that's it. It's fun and lovely to receive snail mail.
AND if you haven't swap before, throw all your reservations out the window as you will definitely receive something, as I will be sending out the Georgie Love if parcels go missing. Further details and superlatives here.
If you have emailed me your details, then you are definitely in, sorry I am terrible with emails at the moment. :-( My email is sally(a)georgielove.com
You see, I am very happy in my life, I am very busy with DrMr, Muppet, the doggy, GeorgieLove, the other job and friends added on into that. We have a routine that involves workie things, lots of walks when the sun allows, visits to the library, cooking, reading (aloud to the muppet and for myself), brunch in our favourite cafes, browsing shops, weekend nights at the drive-in, vaguely trying to keep things clean and occasional cups of tea with friends. All these things keep me extremely busy.
Yet, none of these things make for interesting conversation. I have lost all conversational ability.
Yesterday afternoon I had a cup of takeaway coffee (an over-sweet chai for me) with a friend who also has a baby in our local park. She is planning a wedding and we talked about that for a while. She pauses and says to me:
“so what’s new with you, any news?” “um… no… hmmmm (wracking my brains for inspiration)… there is nothing…oh wait, I am thinking about redoing the bathroom…on a very small budget...”. “right.”
Yup.
Oh hey, I went for a KILLER walk today. And I TOTALLY kicked the laundry's ASS. This baby book about bunnies is LIFE CHANGING.
I just then caught myself looking for someone at work: “where’s Michelle? I have to tell her that I cooked a curry last night”. WHAT? MICHELLE DOESN’T CARE.
I LOVE TO BORE PEOPLE WITH THE BORING SMALL THINGS THAT FILL MY HEAD.
DrMr and I are in the car on the way to work this morning. DrMr is looking very intense and caught up in his thoughts (usually work related, I don’t take these things personally), Muppet is getting tired in the back, so I start to sing to her (a self-penned HELLO RUBY song. I have heard her kind of sing along to the tune, which is the CUTEST THING EVER). I say to DrMr:
Me: “do you know Row, Row, Row Your Boat” DrMr: “of course” MeL: “well, let’s sing it to Ruby in a ROUND… ROUNDS ARE AWESOME” DrMr: “What’s a ‘round’?” Me: “Well you sing the first line and then at the end of the first line, I start the first line and we sort of sing it on top of each other” DrMr: “that sounds incredibly lame” Me: ”TOTALLY NOT LAME… you obviously never went to Christian Camps when you were young”.
I like the small things. I like my small life. I don’t need a ferris wheel in my backyard to be happy. I just don’t have anything interesting to say anymore.
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
You know what happened today? My super-super-super lovely friend Bec come over. At 8am. And stayed till 2. AND HELPED ME CLEAN AND ORGANISE. That is super-awesome and totally deserving of some big ups.
THANK YOU BEC.
I caved and finally admitted that hey, you know what I CAN'T DO EVERYTHING. JUST 99.96% OF EVERYTHING. I still don't have anything for everyone for dinner.
I peaked after the Gnocchi Bolognaise of last night. I know, I know that picture is completely on the cusp of grotesque/cute. I live on the edge.
In the words of Kurt Cobain, I hate myself and I want to die. There is no other reason why I would go to IKEA by myself. On a Saturday morning. With a PRAM. I did spend $85 on 40,000 different things that I did not realise before that I could not live with out. DrMr is lucky that I only spent $85.
I also wanted to smack the lady in the face who beeped me to hurry up to leave my parking space as I unloaded my IKEA bag, nappy bag, child and took my pram apart to put it in the car. Obviously extraordinarily rude lady, you do not have children. Beeping in fact SLOWS ME DOWN. Well, encourages me to sit, take a bite of my subway sandwich, a sip of water and reapply my lip balm before turning on my vehicle to leave.
Other things of note.
Check out my library haul.
Cheese sticks are currently the finger food du jour. Well cheese sticks and all berries. In my next life, or even possibly next child, I vow not to buy a cream high chair. I really just didn't know.
This revolting thing is in my laundry sink. It freaks me out every time I see it, but I think I will be MORE frightened when I can't see it anymore. I hate to imagine it squished under my bare feet.
So there is this girl Erin who I would call my best friend. She and I have been friends for gosh, 10 plus years now. She is the one person (Dr-Mr excluded) I am completely honest with, all those squishy and embarrassing secrets. I used to have this ridiculous angst/drama/lust filled Livejournal from when I was about 22 or so, so it's been since then. Oh and I killed that journal about 5 years ago, because that part of my life. is. so. over. I am mostly an adult now. Anyway, Erin posted a comment to one of my recent posts to say:
ugh, twilight? you are GAY. i love you <3
Folks, I am not ashamed of my unclassy reading habits because really, in most serious literary terms, I think the Twilight SAGA is probably better than the Laurell K. Hamilton series of (ahem) pornographic vampire novels. POSSIBLY. So it's a STEP UP for me. I haven't read LKH in a number of years, so I may have to go back to compare. I am now reading the Sookie Stackhouse novels (thank you all for the guidance) and I like how close True Blood season 1 kept to the novel. Unlike Twilight. Of which the film interpretation is a travesty. Has anyone here read LKH (apart from you Katherine Irwin-Coles, as I think it was your fault that I even started reading them in the first instance) and can offer an opinion?
Anyway, in ALL THREE SEPARATE series of novels, ALL OF THEM and YES, REALLY ALL OF THEM have the Mary-Sue having to choose between a VAMPIRE and a WEREWOLF lover. I MEAN SERIOUSLY LITERARY FOLKS, HAVEN'T I READ THIS BEFORE?
Finally we get to the short point of it all, which is that I can not be bothered trying to be cool. Or for the most part, even witty. I LOVE a good Tacky Book. Or film. Or REALITY TELEVISION SHOW. I declared in public over the weekend (as I have here) to strangers that DrMr and I own not one, but two Snuggies. Not even Snuggies, but the rip-off cheaper equivalent called CUDDLEE. A girl SNEERED at me. SNEERED!
In other unspectacular news, I sent a text message to my friend yesterday saying: "I WANT TO MARRY THE HUMIDIFIER AND HONEYMOON IN THE LIBRARY". It's true. I have talked about my love for the library previously. Well, as you know the Muppet has had a myriad of colds since starting daycare, which developed into this sad little barky cough. The Dr tried to assure me that it was all good and normal, but we did buy a huimidifier which has changed our life.
Ruby has slept through the night. FOUR nights in a row. The same four nights we have had the humidifier. A coincidence? I THINK NOT. Four good nights sleep in a row? I am starting to feel.... dare I say... human again? I hope I am not jinxing it all.
We also went to a beautiful wedding last weekend and the cutest thing ever was the fact they had a place for Rubes. Who loves dancing and handled the whole thing remarkably well.
I did a massive update on Georgie Love this week. I have to say how much I love the Pearl & Elspeth skirts... I have 3 tops and 2 skirts and um, undoubtedly on my way to owning more. They sell like little hotcakes, because who doesn't love a quirky winter skirt? They all have vintage fabrics and sweet little embellishments like buttons and pleats and the like. LOVE. Frankie & Ray have sent me some rather wonderful denim skirts for GL, which should be online over the weekend and I imagine that it is going to be another thing I am forced to buy. FORCED. Keep an eye out, obviously.
Rubes is on her knees constantly and rocking back and forth. Crawling is imminent. Terrifying. Major safety and baby proofing in progress.
Finally: current SWAPAPALOOZA players: 21. It's a good result, but we could do better. COME AND PLAY. Oh and have a very, very nice weekend. I am sorry that I don't write anything for ages and then I write a rambling NIGHTMARE. NEED CAFFEINE OR WILL DIE. MUST RECTIFY.
Oh wow, no blog posts for 2 weeks. That's bad, even for me. We are still in the house of disease at the moment, so there is nothing sanitary to report here folks. Currently I am the only one in good health, well goodish. Better than anyone else here at the moment.
Oh yes. If you are in, send me your details by 10 July (sally(a)georgielove.com), I will then send you details of your secret swapper soon after the closing date. The details I need are:
1. Your Name & Address 2. Will you send a music cd, craft or swap item or both? 3. Do you want to receive cd / craft item or both? 4. Are you happy to post your package internationally? 5. Your blog address (if you have one)
If you are uncertain of what this SUPERMEGAAWESOME FUNTIME IS, click here to find the original information. Last swap had 36 folks, this time I am aiming for 136. WHY? Because I like to do things BIG TIME and I like to make RIDICULOUS and GRANDIOSE statements and then FAIL to deliver on them. YES!
Oh, one other thing I hate with going to the hairdresser and in particular a NEW hairdresser. I HATE small talk and I am SHY. Three different people (hairdresser, hairwasher and receptionist) all asked me if I have big plans for the weekend. I hate that question, I HAVE a 7 MONTH OLD BABY AND I AM THEREFORE A LOSER WHO DOESN'T GO OUT. Actually, Ruby is a good excuse. Dr-Mr and I are homebodies and didn't go out that much BEFORE having a baby. Maybe I sound less like a loser and more like one of the cool, hip parental suburbanites. The only place we go to in the evening is the supermarket, pizza shop, bottle shop or the drive-in. I don't know, any combination of those things makes me sound like a complete bogan.
I LOVE this. I love the song, I LOVE the 80s retro styling, the inane words, the beats, I LOVE it all. Enjoy. Let's all get up and DANCE.
Well. I would. I am still getting over this hell ridden cold. It's THE COLD THAT NEVER ENDS, IT GOES ON AND ON MY FRIENDS. I was saying to Dr-Mr last night that it's like it has gotten it's second wind. I am not as COLDY, but I just feel like laying on the floor next to my desk here and having a lay down. Rubes will eventually make her way over here and roll over me and wake me up. UGH. Maybe it's also got something to do with the fact that I also have two wisdom teeth coming through at the moment, don't tell me 32 (almost 33) is too old for wisdom teeth, as they are THERE and ANNOYING.
Anyway, let's talk about POSITIVE stuff. You know what I am loving right now. I have rediscovered it (and I know some of you smarter-than-me folks never lost it) MY LOCAL LIBRARY. We are there at least once a week, mostly for books and cds for the muppet, but they are lending me stuff too. I love that I can browse their catalogue online (like a bookshop) and just mark what I want to borrow and then I walk up there and it's ALL THERE WAITING FOR ME. It's a LAZY READER'S DREAM. You would think I cured something, such is my library enthusiasm. HEY PEOPLE, HAVE YOU BEEN TO THE LIBRARY? IT ROCKS!
Ok, so I don't have a lot of time to read, but I love to read. Do you know what I borrowed to read, which I am typing with some shame, but eh, let's talk about it anyway. They lent me this.
And I.... Liked it. Oh reading it, it's such an implausible story and aimed at 13 year old teenage girls and I smirked at how ridiculous it was (oh and how ABOVE IT ALL I AM... OBVIOUSLY! ahem), but I read it AND the borrowed sequel in... um... 4days. I AM a super-dooper fast reader, but STILL. Not bad for someone who claims to have NO TIME TO READ. I read during Rube's long naps, when she was asleep at night and happily playing with her toys. No wonder I am tired, I read with a ittybittybook light while Dr-Mr is asleep in bed. Have you read it? I went and bought the other TWO books in the series yesterday. I am way cool and not a loser AT ALL.
Ok, so the lead character is irrisitable to the vampire (you saw the movies, you know the names, let's not taint ourselves here further, shall we adult ladies?) and her smell nearly drives him over the edge to CONSUME her. I kept waiting to see what would happen when her monthly friend came to visit, but it was never discussed. Obviously, I am not the target audience. I think you need to be perhaps prepubescent. I kept waiting out for it, but halfway through the third book and no mention... so wow, they are certainly super absorbent in Forks. Anyway, if you like some escapist fantasy (I always hearted some vampire and wolf stories, Buffy anyone?) check it out.
I cheated on my hairdresser and went to a new one over the weekend. I went to Prahran (yeah, it's a long way but something in me refuses to have their haircut in the outer, outer, outer Eastern suburbs. My nearest hairdresser is called Tre Shique if that is any indication of what I am dealing with) and wow. I forgot what it's like, having lived here in hillbilly land for so long. Anyway, new haircut is good. Having gone to the same (very good) guy for about 4 years, it was time for an update. A photo eventually, if I can shake this SICK pallor.
Rube's has just ripped the cover of the "Encylopedia of Mythology" in half and is waving it about like a flag of victory, so I think I need to go grab her, I think it's time for a stroll in the sunshine. Later! Enjoy the little bit of sun!
Sally doesn't necessarily make stuff, she's obsessed with the stuff other people make. Being "blessed" with her father's sausage like fingers (and one too many accidents involving children's scissors and clag), Sally was forced to abandon any ideas of a crafty creative future.
http://www.georgielove.com is her site. Georgie is her dog. Other than that, she is a 32 year old geek-girl who likes comics, animals, music, apple computers and the sofa. She has a good heart but some really bad dance moves.
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