Monthly Archives: December 2007

The Week That Wasn’t …

Mood: Sick of being sick

My health has suffered in recent times, resulting in my spending most of last week in bed, desperately battling a throat infection as well as a chest infection.

It all started on my birthday, when I took myself to Melbourne for the weekend. The little man in the red valour jacket seated next to me coughed the entire journey from Sydney to Melbourne, spreading the love and germs to everyone else in the cabin. Having pushed my body to limits well beyond its years, I was considerably susceptible to any bug that was willing to latch on. And the little man in red valour had just the very bug that came to find a nice little home in my battered body.

What was to have been a massive birthday weekend turned out to be fairly tame, with me spending more time in bed than out seeing the sights and living it up in Melbourne. I returned to Sydney with a strep throat and the feeling that I was sucking down razor blades every time I swallowed.

As it turned out, I had to come to work on Monday as I was inducting a new staff member. I spent the day talking and talking and talking and was grateful for Quittin’ Time. After waking on Tuesday feeling like a truck had hit me (I spent most of Monday night in tears as swallowing ceased being an option), I called work to let them know that I will be taking some sick leave. Still feeling off on Wednesday, I chose to stay in bed again rather than spread the love at work.

I did manage to drag my sorry butt into work on Thursday, but the arctic conditions in the office proved too much for my frail body, assisting the germs in my throat to settle into my lungs. Getting ready for work on Friday morning was interesting – I showered, tried to dry myself before fainting and knocking my head on the bathroom floor. And yes, I chose to spend another day in bed on Friday to try and kick the bug.

There were other valid reasons for trying to get better as quickly as possible. Christmas is just around the corner; friends from London are arriving in a matter of days; the work Christmas Party is this Friday and it is always a huge affair. And most importantly, I was entrusted with the care of my nephew Tommy, all by myself, for a few hours on Saturday (and potentially for a few hours on Sunday).

So it came to being that I spent Saturday and Sunday morning with my gorgeous little man, playing and watching telly, and we even shared a bit of lunch – ham and cheese sandwiches divided in such a way that Tommy got the ham and the cheese and most of the bread, and I got the crusts (lovingly proffered to me after he considerately softened the crusts with his own teeth and saliva). Tommy was in such good spirits both days that I even broke the Golden Rule of being an auntie – Aunties Don’t Change Nappies. Yes, believe it or not, I changed a nappy on Sunday, and I apparently did a good job. Does that mean I’m ready for kids of my own???

I didn’t think I’d get much other fun out of the weekend – after all, I was a sickly frail old lass who should have been in bed. So it surprised even me that I managed to get myself out to Ikea for some exercise on Saturday afternoon. My main aim was to get a couple more lamps to replace my cursed bedside lamps (long story – remind me to tell you another time). I liked the fact that you can mix and match the bases and the shades to your own liking (and budget), and I chose these to add to my furniture:

While I was in the store browsing, I also picked up these little beauties – 2 little side tables that slide into my couch, so they are not intrusive and enable me to sit on my couch to eat my dinner as opposed to spreading myself on my floor.

There were other odds and ends that ended up in my big yellow bag – a bathmat, some coat hangers, other bits and pieces. The bill came to $150 or so – don’t ask me where the money went – I really, truly, honestly didn’t buy that many things (or so I keep convincing myself).

And now I’m spent. And I must go home. The air conditioning is really doing nothing for my chest.


O Christmas Tree

Mood: Christmasy

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree!
How are thy leaves so verdant!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
How are thy leaves so verdant!

Not only in the summertime,
But even in winter is thy prime.

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
How are thy leaves so verdant!
O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!
For every year the Christmas tree,
Brings to us all both joy and glee.

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Much pleasure doth thou bring me!

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!
Each bough doth hold its tiny light,
That makes each toy to sparkle bright.

O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy candles shine out brightly!

12 Christmas Shopping Days Left!

Mood: Festive

I’m getting excited about Christmas. I always get excited about this time of the year, and even more so now that there are 3 babies about.

I have yet to start my shopping, so it will be interesting to see how I go fighting the crowds this weekend. I have no idea what to get, but presents usually jump out at me when I see them. Or should I go with silly presents this year?

In the meantime, I stole the below set of questions from Danie and Rich.

1. Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate? Both – as long as they have alcohol in them, I’ll drink both!

2. Does Santa wrap presents or just sit them under the tree? We never had a Santa when we were kids, but I’ll be telling the babies that Santa makes the presents and if they are good children, then the presents will be found wrapped in gorgeous paper and waiting for them under the tree on Christmas Day.

3. Coloured lights on tree/house or white? Both on the tree and white on the house.

4. Do you hang mistletoe? I would, but no one wants to kiss me…

5. When do you put up your decorations? When I remember to put them up – usually just in time for Christmas.

6. What is your favourite holiday dish? I love anything that is put in front of me – I cook on Christmas Day so I can’t complain about the food!

7. Favourite Holiday memory as a child? Running around at my aunt’s place with my cousins Joe and Alex.

8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? Santa never really existed for me and my sisters.

10. How do you decorate your Christmas Tree? The lights go on first, and then the tinsel, and then the decorations. Loads and loads and loads of decorations.

11. Snow! Love it or Dread it? Love it – want it again – loved it in Sweden a few years ago – so pretty!

12. Can you ice skate? I can skate to the point where I am on my feet more than I am on my butt.

13. Do you remember your favourite gift? All my gifts are good – there isn’t really one that stands out.

14. What’s the most important thing about the Holidays for you? Family – I love the fact that my sisters make their husbands observe the strict rule of having dinner with our parents – they can do what they want up to about 5pm, but dinner time belongs to our family.

15. What is your favourite Holiday Dessert? We are usually too full for dessert.

16. What is your favourite Holiday tradition? Cooking for the family.

17. What tops your tree? Not sure – Mum will decide.

18. Which do you prefer giving or receiving? Definitely giving – I love seeing the delight on my family’s faces when they open the presents.

19. What is your favourite Christmas Song? Silent Night and The Little Drummer Boy.

20. Candy Canes? YUM!!! The more the merrier!

21. Do you feel Christmas is too commercialized? The thought crosses my mind when I hear Christmas carols being played in stores in SEPTEMBER.

Two Days To Go …

Mood: Pensive

Two days to go before another milestone, and what have I to show for it?

2007 started as a year with so much promise. There were a number of exciting events planned for the year – weddings, travel, new friends, new family members. Work wise, I was striving for new projects, new opportunities, new and higher ground.

Twelve months ago, I was living the dream. After much hard work, I was finally working as a project manager on a big project for a major client. Throughout the past year, I continued to work hard and was rewarded (eventually) with a full promotion and a pleasing salary increase. I’m now a full fledged project manager working on a major project that should see me kept busy until the end of 2008. As some of my colleagues have said, by doing what I’m doing, I’m keeping the dream alive for those who want to follow in my footsteps.

Twelve months ago, I was waiting to add a few more flags to my "Cities I’ve Visited" map. I actually had a travel plan for 2007, with a trip interstate and a trip overseas confirmed at this time last year. I was to add 2 more trips (1 more interstate and 1 more international) over the course of the next few months. In January, I took in the sights of the Sunshine Coast, in particular Caloundra, for my friends Michelle and Richard’s wedding. I flew to Brazil in March to witness my mate Anthony make an honest woman out of darling Julie. A whirlwind 2-week trip in September took in the sights of Toronto, Las Vegas, San Francisco and Hong Kong. And in two days time, I’ll be jetting to Melbourne for a weekend away.

Twelve months ago, I was eagerly awaiting the birth of my nephew Kiran, who made his entrance to the world the day after my last birthday. Today, I’m awaiting the birth of my next nephew. A younger brother to Tommy (nearly 2), and a little cousin for Reneé (3 and a half) and Kiran (nearly 1).

And then there was that little hiccup with my health.

Truth be told, I have a lot to show for my life, on the cusp of this latest milestone.

* My health is good – I should take care of myself more by drinking less alcohol, eating more healthy food and exercising more regularly, but all in all, I’m now pretty healthy.

* My job is good. I’m mostly happy with what I’m doing, for now. Only time will tell if I’ll stick around and for how long. There are a couple of niggling factors that need to iron themselves out, but nothing I can’t handle or ignore, for now.

* My family is good. I have healthy, active parents who travel the world for 6 months of the year. I have healthy and happy sisters and brothers-in-law with gorgeous growing families. And the babies are getting bigger and more fun. I remain a proud Auntie to three, soon to be proud Auntie to four.

* My friends are good. In the past year, I have made new friends, become closer to some, and old friends have re-emerged through Facebook. And in a couple of weeks, a bunch of good friends who live in London are arriving in Sydney for the party season. What more can I ask for?

When I started writing this blog earlier this week, I was a bit melancholy. Having reflected on the events of the past 12 months, I’m actually quite pleased with what I have achieved this year. Then again, I really don’t have time for wallowing – not when there are birthday beers awaiting my consumption at the NSW Leagues Club tonight!