finally a moment where i feel as though i want to sit down and summarise my january 2007 - it might be the hot cross bun i'm eating. or could be either type or get on dreaded excercise bike...
so january. start off good with my sweet friend up from victoria hanging around with his hyperactivity and 21 year old thoughts. andy had a new best friend for that week and i got some time at home - so we were both happy.
i saw modest house and tenacious d and enjoyed both concerts very much. tenacious d was spent with a girl who'd just hit the three-o. it kinda made me realise it's just an age, a figure and you're just you.
a fucking mosquito just bit my little toe - i hate that. it itches but there's no scratch relief.
andy and i managed to spend a whole weekend together and did things like checking out APT5 at queensland's own GoMA. Seriously people in brisbane or travelling to brisbane check it out. my husband who is not a fan of art and when we were in melbourne and checked out a sidney nolan exhibit he couldn't even respect that i was enjoying it and fake along, but he not only enjoy apt5 he thanked me for making him go. but we had breakfast and walked around west end going from one bookstore to the other bookstore. managed to actually do something like couples should do other than supporting my man through tricky zelda wii parts and ordering thai food.
then my brother and sisters father died. this statement makes perfect sense to a person who came from a mother who had 3 husubands and doesn't draw distinction with siblings over half relations. the rest of the world wants to know the half relations. and then they want the timeline. so my mothers first husband, my eldest brother and sisters father died in a diving accident off the coast of victoria.
now my husband knows his family intimately. in fact they seem to know each other really well. the one thing my brothers and sisters have in common is that we desire greatly to figure out the complex characters of our parents and each other in hope of finding out who we are ourselves. fucking 70's parents. and my parents are the typical australian - off the boat english-austro parents. their parents moved them out to australia because they got too involved in that crazy 60's culture. so i grew up with a fucking depressive mother and a folk musician father on school holidays. it's odd but during the funeral i couldn't help but learn about who my mum was when she married my bro and sis's dad. and that was so odd to me. their dad was a science teacher who loved snowboarding and lobbying for enviro causes.
my best friends - soul sister from highschool gave me a call when i hit melbourne airport. she was the friend that we tried the 'mum i'm staying over her house tonight' to go to a party trick that backfired terribly with. she's moving to brisbane soon and it's quite exciting.
i cannot get babies out of my head. so much so that i'm thinking of going into the nannying business again. i've read so many books on parenting and pregnancy i'm actually seeing where i could improve my child minding skills and enjoy it more. although everyone i know has tall someone in the family and therefore really tall babies. we have going to have a height challenged baby... may never even grow out of baby size.
and the above reason is why i never go out anymore or have many friends. who wants to be friends with the crazy girl who has the date planned for getting pregnant so she can have an august baby?
although that's a lie - i do go out. went out on australia day. attempted the story bridge hotel for the cockroach races. was so crowded so we drank at the clarence instead and there was little christian punk show going on at the princess. it's weird when little punk christian kids hate you because you're drunk and wear the straight edge thing. when i was their age the christian kids had blonde hair innocence and still drank and fucked like the rest of us. what are they teaching in churches these days?
so that was january. i'm hoping february to be cooler and a little more boring.
so january. start off good with my sweet friend up from victoria hanging around with his hyperactivity and 21 year old thoughts. andy had a new best friend for that week and i got some time at home - so we were both happy.
i saw modest house and tenacious d and enjoyed both concerts very much. tenacious d was spent with a girl who'd just hit the three-o. it kinda made me realise it's just an age, a figure and you're just you.
a fucking mosquito just bit my little toe - i hate that. it itches but there's no scratch relief.
andy and i managed to spend a whole weekend together and did things like checking out APT5 at queensland's own GoMA. Seriously people in brisbane or travelling to brisbane check it out. my husband who is not a fan of art and when we were in melbourne and checked out a sidney nolan exhibit he couldn't even respect that i was enjoying it and fake along, but he not only enjoy apt5 he thanked me for making him go. but we had breakfast and walked around west end going from one bookstore to the other bookstore. managed to actually do something like couples should do other than supporting my man through tricky zelda wii parts and ordering thai food.
then my brother and sisters father died. this statement makes perfect sense to a person who came from a mother who had 3 husubands and doesn't draw distinction with siblings over half relations. the rest of the world wants to know the half relations. and then they want the timeline. so my mothers first husband, my eldest brother and sisters father died in a diving accident off the coast of victoria.
now my husband knows his family intimately. in fact they seem to know each other really well. the one thing my brothers and sisters have in common is that we desire greatly to figure out the complex characters of our parents and each other in hope of finding out who we are ourselves. fucking 70's parents. and my parents are the typical australian - off the boat english-austro parents. their parents moved them out to australia because they got too involved in that crazy 60's culture. so i grew up with a fucking depressive mother and a folk musician father on school holidays. it's odd but during the funeral i couldn't help but learn about who my mum was when she married my bro and sis's dad. and that was so odd to me. their dad was a science teacher who loved snowboarding and lobbying for enviro causes.
my best friends - soul sister from highschool gave me a call when i hit melbourne airport. she was the friend that we tried the 'mum i'm staying over her house tonight' to go to a party trick that backfired terribly with. she's moving to brisbane soon and it's quite exciting.
i cannot get babies out of my head. so much so that i'm thinking of going into the nannying business again. i've read so many books on parenting and pregnancy i'm actually seeing where i could improve my child minding skills and enjoy it more. although everyone i know has tall someone in the family and therefore really tall babies. we have going to have a height challenged baby... may never even grow out of baby size.
and the above reason is why i never go out anymore or have many friends. who wants to be friends with the crazy girl who has the date planned for getting pregnant so she can have an august baby?
although that's a lie - i do go out. went out on australia day. attempted the story bridge hotel for the cockroach races. was so crowded so we drank at the clarence instead and there was little christian punk show going on at the princess. it's weird when little punk christian kids hate you because you're drunk and wear the straight edge thing. when i was their age the christian kids had blonde hair innocence and still drank and fucked like the rest of us. what are they teaching in churches these days?
so that was january. i'm hoping february to be cooler and a little more boring.
How did you get hot cross buns at this time of year??
Good luck with the pregnancy plan I hope it works out for you.
cheers