Friday, October 30, 2009


Work: mental. we are soooo busy at the moment. you know the expression where the tail wags the dog??? I'm getting wagged.

Frock: did not help with the work situation. apparently taking up a hem on a wedding dress is not really straight forward. Being a novice sewing person I have no clue. My friend T's Mum is taking it up for me - she's retired from the dress making game now, but made wedding dresses & deb dresses for years. T also has a degree in fashion design & merch & is a pretty cluey seamstress herself, but even she didn't foresee the issues we would have. I spent 2 afternoons in Geelong this week at her Mums & after 3 attempts they are now happy to cut the excess fabric away & machine the hem. I have to go back next week to do a fitting for the chiffon over bit. Yeah, I'm really clued with sewing speak.

Knee: getting there slowly. Don't think I'll be back jogging next week. I can actually walk up stairs now; but going down is still awkward. It felt a lot better last night, but then this morning it was stiff as buggery again.

Hens Nights: is this weekend. Will have to strap my knee I think to prevent further damage. Not having a traditional Hens night - more a girls night out. More on that next week when I've recovered from the hangover.

Wedding Planning: plumbing boy's mum was still a bit weired on the phone today. I asked her if she wanted to sit next to her friend (plumbing boy's best mates mum) to which she responded with a forceful NO THANKS. I asked her if she wanted to sit next to D (mother of her grand kids - related by defacto relationship with PB's dead brother) & she said Not Really. I swear she was about to cry. Still waiting for PB to talk to her. He dropped in on the weekend, but they'd gone away.

Am sure I still have a lot to do, but haven't had time to check any of my lists this week! 15 Days to go..................

BTW - my counter is "out" I'm getting hitched at 5pm not 11am. Can't be shagged figuring out how to fix it!

Tuesday, October 27, 2009


What is that butt ugly thing you ask? Well. That'd be my knee/leg up way too close & personal with a big fat arse magnetic brace on it.

This ones taken on a better angle.

Yep. Here I was worried about getting plumbing boys cold. Now apparently I have a minuscule tear in my medial ligament on the inside of my knee. Level 1 injury & not so bad. If I were an AFL footy player, I'd only miss 1 week according to the physio.

I can bear weight on it, but going from straight to bent & vice versa is challenging (although getting easier each day). Both the doctor & the physio said I will be surprised by how much better it is by Friday. Physio said I can start bike riding on the weekend & should be able to jog in a straight line next week. Just need to be careful not to twist it again.

How did I do this. Well. It's kind of embarrassing. Unless you are a chick, or into Twilight, you just wont get it.

Saturday night I was at my sister's with her partner & my cuz; we had Dad over for dinner. Then we played cards to music. When Dad left we cranked up the music & had a bit of a dance. Around the lounge room. Then we put on the Twilight sound track. And we played the baseball game song & off course had to pretend to play the baseball scene. With Me?

I did a fab slide in under my sisters feet & felt a bit of a twinge in my knee. 2 hours later (after more wine & more dancing) I couldn't walk properly. Iced it & went to bed.

Went in to the local hospital in the morning. The Triage nurse completely understood. The doctor was somewhat smirky & told me no more re-enactments until after the wedding. Whoops. Did I ever tell you I was clumsy? Not all the time. Just when it counts. Like 17 days before getting hitched :0)

Trial Hair & Make up done (BM above). Flower girl below (we did flower girls ourselves, but she will go to the hairdressers on the day).

Also did trial make up; caught up with the music man, venue operator & caterer.

Did I tell you the venue looks awesome???

THE VENUE LOOKS AWESOME!!!!! The renovation has come up a treat. All we gotta do is cross our fingers & hope for good weather.

I'm going to Geelong later this arvo to have my frock taken up. Not sure if I'll be able to wear my purty silver shoes now with my knee. I was planning on wearing runners to the photo shoot prior anyway - scoped out the places on the weekend & I am not trashing my shoes (or self) clambering across rocky paths & bare feet is a must when walking on sand!

Thursday, October 22, 2009


that thangs in the country run a little slower than in the big smoke :0)

Or am I just impatient???

Photographer got back to me. Unfortunately she's just been accepted into a course in Melbourne over the weekend, so I can't catch up with her. But, we've put together a time line which is working for both of us & she's given me some location recommendations to check out. All good.

The venue operator did get back to me & even took up my concern with the caterer & I now have my (fixed) food per head price & confirmation the menu is all systems go.

I have a "team meeting" Friday night with the Simon (Venue), Daniel, (Caterer) & Richard (the Music Man) at the venue & we will sort the final details & of course the wine selection.

Thank god for that is all I can say. I think I am done with wedding stuff for a week or so now. I can breathe again. Feel like I've been holding my breath for about a week. No wonder some chicks go all bridezilla! I'm relatively chill & it's been getting to me.

Just gotta get those shoes worn in now (yes Jules - i did the vacuuming in them on the weekend - thought that would help with the balancing as well!!!)

I'll leave you with a joke someone emailed me during the week. Prolly an oldie, but I laughed!!!!

A man who just died is delivered to a local mortuary wearing an expensive, expertly tailored black suit. The female blonde mortician asks the deceased's wife how she would like the body dressed. She points out that the man does look good in the black suit he is already wearing.

The widow, however, says that she always thought her husband looked his best in blue, and that she wants him in a blue suit. She gives the mortician a blank check and says, 'I don't care what it costs, but please have my husband in a blue suit for the viewing'

The woman returns the next day for the wake. To her delight, she finds her husband dressed in a gorgeous blue suit with a subtle chalk stripe; the suit fits him perfectly. She says to the mortician, 'Whatever this cost, I'm very satisfied. You did an excellent job and I' m very grateful.. How much did you spend?'

To her astonishment, the mortician presents her with the blank check. 'There's no charge,' she says.'

No, really, I must compensate you for the cost of that exquisite blue suit!' she says.

'Honestly, ma'am,' the blonde says, 'it cost nothing. You see, a deceased gentleman of about your husband's size was brought in shortly after you left yesterday, and he was wearing an attractive blue suit.

I asked his wife if she minded him going to his grave wearing a black suit instead, and she said it made no difference as long as he looked nice.


''So I just switched the heads.'

Wednesday, October 21, 2009


I'm heading to the country to do wedding stuff this weekend. I'm getting a little antsy because 3 or the 4 peeps I emailed yesterday morning, who KNEW I was coming this weekend & REALLY need to see, to finalize shite, have not responded to me. Well. Other than the "receipt" that tells me they've received my email.

I'm meeting with the band boss man at the pub for a beer on Friday night for a meet n greet. We've only corresponded via email so far. Love the band. They rock.

Supposed to be doing wine tasting & choosing wines with the venue operator.

Supposed to be meeting with the photographer to sort out a schedule & specifics.

Supposed to have a per head price & confirmation from the caterer.

Looks like they've all gone walkabout.

I think I'll give my camera to the kids & they can take the photo's. Damn sight cheaper & it will keep them entertained.

And surely there has to be at least one decent pizza joint in town. So long as we have the tunes, it's all good.

The ceremony's all sorted. I have my cuz playing acoustic guitar for 1/2 hr to entertain the troops. Do you recon that playing Neil Young's Needle & the Damage is a bit uncool? Funnily enough it's following Under the Bridge. I'm figuring those who would care wont know, as there will be no lyrics. Those who get it wont care & will love the tunes coz they are great tunes & James plays them most awesomely!

Went to boxing class again Monday night. Love it. Love punching as hard as I can. I got bruises on my kneeses from doing push ups on the timber floor with no mat. You know what this means? I am a bloody wuss bag & need to get up on my toeses. My skipping was better though.

Off to test out the THT class with the new boxing instructor tonight ( instead of the fill in pump dude). I am sure she's going to cane me!


Monday, October 19, 2009


I'm reading a really good book at the moment - Tuesday's with Morrie. It is a timely reminder that life is too short, that we all die (obviously) but if your time was up today, would you be at peace with yourself & those around you. Would you be happy with the life that you've lived?

It also talks about "detaching yourself from your experiences". He encourages immersing yourself in your experiences & recognising the emotions these experiences bring. Feel the pain, feel the anger, feel the jealousy, feel the love, happiness, joy so on & so forth. Recognise the feeling for what it is, acknowledge it & how it makes you feel (& behave I guess), then detach yourself from it so you can move on & learn from the experience.

I am finding it very useful right now. I must apologise for my rant on Friday. I guess that was the feeling stage of the experience. Now I need to learn to detach from it in order to apply what I've learned from the experience. For those who haven't been reading, we've been having a few problems with Plumbing Boy's Mum's boyfriend in relation to him not being invited to our wedding.

I have learned that it is indeed PB decision to make as it is his family & he is the one who needs to be comfortable with his choice. That said, I have always been open to reconciliation. In fact we both have been. We arranged the counselling & were the willing participants. The problem with dealing with many people, regardless of their age, is that they forget what has happened, forget what they've said or done & choose to ignore their own part in creating the problem. Whether this be lack of social &/or intellectual education or just plain narcissism (or poor memory/head in sand/dementia) I don't know.

PB said to me on Friday night he is aware that he will have to go & see his Mum & her boyfriend in the next week or so for a bit of a chat & to reset the boundary's as things cannot go on as the are. The boyfriend manipulates his Mum, she says things to me (unconscious manipulation?) to try & change the situation as she knows he son sees straight through her, where as I am usually to polite to call her out on the fantasy.

The other thing I recognised that I need to work on is that both PB & I approach problems in different ways. I've always know this, but I need to chill a bit sometimes. He likes to leave things until he is forced to address them i.e. leave things til the last possible moment. I may have had weeks of sleepless nights regarding something, even knowing that, he will still wait until the last possible minute to DO something.

I on the other hand prefer to be more proactive & sort things as the occur. This probably means we compliment each other. I see that waiting allows the initial inflammation to calm & people time to think; where as perhaps barreling in straight away offers less perspective.

I need to allow him to work within his time frames as he needs to allow me mine - but we can each learn from each other. I need to slow down sometimes & sometimes he needs to speed up a little.

Speaking of speeding up a little, time seems to be flying by. The wedding will be here before I know it. Got a few more bits & pieces done on the weekend. I have managed to stack on 3kgs in the last month; am hoping at least one of them is fluid/weekend indulgence. Not a big deal in the scale of things, but my belly is bloated & I feel 6 months preggers. Not that I've ever been 6 months preggers!

Back to basics this week & no more booze on week nights!

Friday, October 9, 2009

No Thanks

This is the response I received from one of the apprentices I kindly emailed to inform them that at this stage they were not successful in gaining an interview, but we'd hold their details on file in case things changed.

have got wat it takes, i have car i can get ther on time also i have doen pre up on aircondationg .

I refrained only just from responding. at. all.

I thought kids today were computer literate. I guess spell check was turned off!

I'm off to paw over a Pandora see, darlin' Jax gave me a Pandora bracelet for my birthday (yeah, give me some birthday lovin'!). My sister is buying me a charm or 2 to go with the one Jax bought me. So many to choose from.

Have a fabulous weekend where ever you may be!

Friday, October 2, 2009

Bucks, Pixies, TCA

Plumbing Boy departed for his bucks weekend this morning. He's gone dirt bike riding today in the Otways with his best mate D, his best mates brother & one of the new mates he's made through dirt bike riding.

Tomorrow they are going on a Fishing charter out of Queenscliff & I think will be at a pub or 3 in the vicinity that night. I got kicked out of the bucks meeting about then. I don't think it will be too bad, although his D owes him.

PB kidnapped D & took a mini bus load of them to Adelaide for D's bucks. They threw him butt nekid off the bus at a picnic ground at a lake somewhere & chased him into the lake. They didn't let him out until there were quite a few peeps going about there picnic's. Not sure how much pointing & staring there was, but D was pretty embarassed at the time & has been waiting a long long time to return the favour.

Hopefully PB will still have all his appendages & hair when he gets back on Sunday. If you see a 6ft 2 bloke with dreadlocks down to his butt wandering around drunk looking worse for wear with or without clothes, in the vicinity of the Bellarine Peninsula, please toss him a bottle of water & or a blanket!

Punk is alive in downtown Sunshine! I was grinning from ear to ear after spotting a family departing the supermarket yesterday arvo. I spotted Dad first in Yellow tartan pants, then I noticed Mum had a coffin backpack; lastly I noticed the 5(?) year old son sporting a Mohawk. Gotta love it.

Speaking of alternate rock, I snaffled 2 tix on the floor to see the Pixies at Festival Hall next March. I've never seen them live before. They played a festival here last year, but was on a school night & I just couldn't make it. Very Excited.

Tonight I am off to see my cousin's band The Confined Alliance with my best mate T. I am going to hers first for a wine or 2, then we are training it to Richmond. 23 mins. gotta love PT when it works. TCA are supporting Bonjah (Triple J unearthed) at The Corner. I couldn't tell you the last time I was at this venue, even if I could I probably couldn't remember most of it, if you know what I mean - was prolly quite smashed. Should be a hoot.

Tomorrow T & I are heading to Gtown (Go Catters!) to T's Mum's to have a dress fitting. T's mum has been a dress maker on the side for most of her life & has made debutant & wedding dresses. She has kindly agreed to take up the hem on my wedding dress & attend to any other small alterations required. Another thing crossed off the list.

Our wedding RSVP's were supposed to be in yesterday. I recon 30% have actually responded. The next 30% just assume I know they are coming, like my aunt who booked a bed at my Mums months ago; & a cousin who rang to confirm the date as she was organising weekends off. 40% haven't responded at all. Of those half I didn't expect a response from, but quite a few I am really surprised at the lack of response. I don't need final numbers until 2 weeks before, but I like to be organised like. I've already been playing around with seating options & cant complete that til I know who is coming!

On that note, I'd better go & earn some money to pay for everyone to eat, drink & be merry.

Oooh & the bastards who knocked off Joel Selwood & Jimmy Bartel's grand final guernsey's are despicably evil low life's. PLEASE GIVE THEM BACK!