Name: Karyn
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Tagged myself to participate in this one, by way of Wegg's blog. For me "childhood" is that time until you're about 12...the time before high school, when you're too young to know what the world has in store for you...
1. Time. Time to waste, time to wander and ponder, time to just do nothing and everything without a care in the world.
2. My Auntie Bobby. A wonderful presence in my childhood - a shimmery, mercurial joy of a woman who taught me much.
3. Freedom. I miss the time when I was completely unconcerned about the world around me. For most of my childhood I felt like an island unto myself - but in the best possible way. I was strong enough, big enough, brave enough - anything and everything I needed, so I felt free to do anything I wanted. Of course as a child my world was smaller - but within it I was the captain of it.
4. Summer holidays. They seemed endless, and probably were for my Mum. We were lucky enough to have a large swimming pool in our garden, and all our friends would be at our place from dawn till dusk swimming and frolicking in the water...eating chips and lollies and drinking cordial and coke. I remember backflips off the pool ladder, summersaults off the retaining wall a good 4 feet from the pool's edge...and all manner of poolside high jinks. I remember being brown as a nut, with long golden hair, giggling and diving and swimming right up until bedtime each night.
5. All the people I knew back then. The teachers and friends that were part of my childhood. I still think about some of the friends I had back then, and wonder where they are. I often think of some of my teachers too and wonder the same things.
The Ikea catalogue is the most widely distributed "book" in the world. It out ranks the Bible by over 110%. Thanks to Wegg for the link. (You have to register to read The Age articles, but it''s worth it)
Ken Loach is one of my favourite directors, well he'd easily be in my top 10, with this in mind we went to see "Ae Fond Kiss". Easily his most accessable film, but by no means mainstream, I found it an almost uplifting examination of pressure faced by adults making decisions.
The film zeroes in on Casim and his flawed but "traditional" Pakistani family, living in Glasgow. It covers familiar ground - children faced with meeting the expectations of parents seemingly unable to understand, and children who understand all too well. It is also a love story and a story of allegiances, honour, loyalty, and doing what you believe in. Ken Loach handles his characters lovingly, and coaxes amazing performances from his protaganists.
If you have the opportunity, go see it.
Ae Fond Kiss
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fare weel, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I wage thee!
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me,
Dark despair around benights me.
I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy;
Naething could resist my Nancy;
But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never loved sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met - or never parted,
We had ne-er been broken-hearted.
Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, enjoyment, love and pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!
Robert Burnes 1759 - 1796
*nb. wage; stake, plight
Early on Saturday evenings I like to have a nice sit down, with a cold beverage and some salty snacks and watch me some "Freaks and Geeks". Sort of like a more realistic Degrassi Junior High, and certainly more like my own High School experience.
This week the topic of being an intersex person was tackled. But it was just part of the storyline, it wasn't a big deal, it didn't send shockwaves through the school or town, or anything like that, it was just part of a show that was centered around being true to yourself.
Jump the Shark - did it?
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Every time I've had the flu I always like to re-record all my voice mail greetings. For some reason, just before the sickness completely leaves my body, I'm visited by a beautiful Kathleen Turner-esq sultry husky voice. So I'll be doing that later today.
It appears that this is the week leading up to my period. Today I have been cleaning. The kitchen, the dishwasher (?), washing anything I can find to put into the washing machine, cleaning up outside, re-organising the kids playroom, and the afternoon, something I have never done before. I cleaned the bathroom. Not just the shower, basin, bench etc. But the cupboard doors, the fronts of all the drawers, inside all the cupboards and drawers, de-cluttered and re-ordered. Scott is going to pass out when he notices (which, face it - could be today, could be tomorrow, or never really). I am not of the cleaning type. I do enough to get by. Superficial tidying, wiping, that sort of thing. But I make the most of my once a month cleaning bug. The day before my period I am of a mood to kill anyone and anything that gets in my way. I just spend the whole day cross with the whole world. I love that day. My guess is, it's going to be Sunday.
Scott is still persisting that we have to go to Kylie Mole's (troll he works with) wedding. I don't want to go, and can't really see any good reason why I should. Scott looked at me pleadingly last night and said "Please come, for me, please go to this wedding. I'll owe you big time." Well who can say no to that. Unless you're insane or mental or well, stupid really.
It bears noting, if not for record keeping purposes only, that Scott had lunch with Tayler last Friday (10/06), and yesterday Tayler just happened (yeah right) to be walking along the street when Scott was leaving work to go home. Tayler had breaking news that he's going back to Melbourne for an unspecified time. This whole Tayler thing just gets worse and worse.
Tonight we have to are going to Ikea. I know it was a bad idea last time, but we need a blind for our front window, 'cos I'm getting sick of the neighbours being able to see me while I scarf down my dinner as I sit on the sofa, instead of at the table, and the blinds on the other two windows are from Ikea - place of hell. So we go tonight.
It had to happen sooner or later. I'm sick, cold; flu, call it what you will all I know is it's yukky and I feel poorly. However I believe that I wasn't infected by one of the kids (one of whom is always sick), but by a supermarket employee who sneezed on my as he handed me my change at the checkout.
Despite this being a long weekend, it went very quickly, and tomorrow it's back to work. I slept for almost all of today, so it feels as though I haven't really had a Monday at all.
Scott and Franco spent at good deal of Sunday excavating the side of our house in preparation for the deck. After that we drove out to a tiny little Indian restaurant that is tucked away in a side street in Mt Gravatt East. We happened to notice it as we drove past a few weeks ago, on our way to complete some now forgotten errand. The food was surprisingly good, and despite the problems the owner was having with Telstra over his phone not working, the service and ambience was good as well. We were the only customers, and it appears that due to the telephone situation we probably would be his only customers for the night. Indian restaurants are widely known for their poor service, and in Queensland for their poor food. This time we were pleasantly surprised.
When we got home we watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Which rates in my Top 20 movies of all time.
So tiredness abates. Tracy was today's surprise visitor. Scott arrived home from work early, complaining of "sickness" - which quickly escalated to "the flu". The kids drove me only partially nuts...although as Blondie feels more and more comfortable and close to me his behaviour is deteriorating.
We are transitioning from carer/child to trusted friend/child...which in his little mind gives him a whole lot more lattitude and scope. I enjoy this phase, but have to be careful to keep his behaviour in check. He has a tendency toward tantrums, tears and sulking. He can also be very cheeky which can lead to power struggles - which are a one way ticket to tears. I have to remember to be firm, but kind, and not to get angry as he tests the waters for scope in his behaviours around me. It gets difficult to juggle this, as smartie feels threatened when other children get close to me.
I want to sew. So I'm going to do it now.
The somnolent effects on the Periactin appear to be decreasing as the days go by. Today I was very drowsy in the morning until about 10am, and even though I slept in the afternoon I wasn't drop dead tired. I know also, that I took the dose way too late in the evening, further enhancing the follow on drowsy effects. Tonight I took it at about 8pm, hopefully this will make a difference.
This weekend coming is a long weekend, and I'm planning a big sewing-a-thon. I raided oriettacat's online pattern repository for overalls, dresses, shirts and hoodies...I'm starting to obsess already.
I'm also planning some sewn ATCs, I'm not sure exactly what they'll be, but I'm going to do a series again, like the one I did for books.
I am just back from an ultrasound, transvaginal ultrasound, hysterosalpingography, sonohysterography, and assorted other uterus related procedures. A picture of the general idea is here. Although as I understand it, the wire that is visible in the uterus, is then passed into one then the other fallopian tubes to confirm that they are open and unobstructed. Mmmm fun.
Scott took smartie and blondie to McDonalds while I was at the specialist. Smartie announced when I got in the car..."I had chips and i-cream and a drink, and I got this little man, and a verry special card." Almost all in one breath. "The I went down the slide." 2 1/2 year olds are so charming. Sometimes they're so cute I could eat them.
Scott offered to make me a Big Blythe Bench in our newly vacated back room so that I could sew and create and spread out to my heart's content. It only took him a few hours and now I have miles of space...he even made sure that I have a broadband outlet and power so I can take my laptop with me and browse the web while I fiddle faddle around. mmmmm heaven.
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