Yet another Sunday

How the years have just rolled along … almost in sneak mode. Daughter had her 20th birthday this week, and I am sure that I can not be ‘that’ old yet. Maybe I really am ‘that’ old, honestly, this can’t be it, like isn’t there ’something’ else in life I could be doing? Instead, I am stuck baking bread for a living (sorta), don’t get me wrong, I love my job, but is that it?? I am stuck in a house I don’t want to be stuck in, I am stuck in a City I don’t want to be stuck in… I long for the country life again.

I want to get up at 4 in the morning, not because I have to go to work that early, but because I want to make a cuppa, sit on my veranda and wait for the birds to rise and shine, I want to watch the big trucks hauling their loads to the far off cities, I want to send the kids off to school, just around the corner and know they will get there safely, I want to have conversations at the local supermarket about rainfall and what the kids are getting up to at college in the big smoke, and when they are visiting again, I want to plan my Xmas day around local events, not who’s hosting this year and who’s going to be where, I want to mix up a batch of scones and head over to the neighbour’s place…. What’s wrong with these city folk. I want to crack open a stubbie and swat mozzies with the local crowd……waiting for their miners to get home.

In other news, it is fast coming to the end of the year, school ends in about 4 or 5 weeks, Josh in grade 6 next year, wow. Kasey bored shitless, wondering when that job opportunity will come knocking on his door. Hayl, still living life in the fast lane, she has herself sorted out, good on her. Me, well, I will just plod along as usual, work, home, sleep, wash, cook, clean, another boring life in suburbia. I want the country back……. ASAP.

OMG, it’s Sunday….again

Yay, another week over with, and what a great week it has been. Nice week at work, went to see ‘Ice Age 3′, and caught up with a Goodman ‘elder’.

All kids except child three are out of the house no doubt enjoying themselves is various ways, child three and I are visiting the pictures again today to see ‘Transformers 2′.

Slight boo-boo at work this week, was wondering why we havnt been receiving the muffins I have been ordering, well perhaps I need to order them in units, so naturally, 18 boxes of each flavour were delivered on Saturday, sigh, expect a slight reduction in the cost of single fancy muffins for awhile.

Anyway, off for a shower and sprus up then go see our movie.

Have a great day everyone.

It’s Sunday….right?

Yep, I guess it is Sunday, it’s a lovely day although there is a thunderstorm quite close by. The sun is out and so is the washing, depending on the amount of rain we get today is directionally proportional to the posibility of starting the lawnmower.

Child one went out and about last night (21st party I think), child two had a couple of mates over last night (I slept through it) and child three is rekindling his artistic side today, fairly calm day I expect.

Last night my dream included the new (and stupid) bread slicer we got at work, really we swapt a slicer we knew how to cope with to a posessed item of machinery that we just can not ‘click’ with. That was putting it mildly. Sure it takes up less room but we are finding it a little hard to deal with, in particular when we request it to perform its designed task. Anyway, in the dream we wheeled it out to the backdock and tipped it over the edge, thats not the strange part (as I can imagin that happening), but other team members were actually assisting me. wow. Maybe it was the thought of being involved with one of  ‘Jan’s’ crazy but passable (How does she get away with that?) events or the thought of me actually having someone listen to me when seeking assistance… Who knows, it was a dream after all.

Wind and rain about to pick up, I have retrieved the washing from the line… before rain started yay….. will endevour to find the iron and fix the board to sit comfotably whist I iron my uniforms.

Must go clean something, I just heard that my brother may call in today and the house looks exactly the same as when he last visited. sheeesh. I hate housework.

Yay…..

Where’s mine???

That’s right, I said Where’s mine??. Not sure why I felt like asking that, but here I am….. I need a break, yep that’s right I need a holiday, a rest from work, a rest from everybody asking me for something, or to do something for them, or making me feel like I have to do something or get something for them…..OK I can tell I am just tired. Can you tell me when you are done with the puter, what’s for tea, can I have some money, can I have this, oh I ate/used/finished that, oh I want that, pass that to me, can you deliver this injured worker to the doctors oh and stay there, can you get the backdock, do you mind jumping on service, can you take it, can you get this for me, can you take me here there wherever, I want I want I want, oh but I want it now. I am tired, maybe I need an attitude adjustment but I know I am tired.

Sometimes I don’t want to do anything, I want to relax on my days off too, I have washing to do, dishes to do, general cleaning up to do too, sometimes I want to catch up with other people too, I do have a couple of friends too. I want to go to the pictures, I want to go out for coffee, I want to sleep in, I want to just sit in front of the puter, I want to cook something outrageous, I want a beer, I want to lay in bed reading a book, I want to hang washing on the line not rush things through the dryer… I want to get the iron out occasionally, I want to SEE the loungeroom floor occasionally, I want my pillow back, I want to find all my tea-towels, find all my towels fullstop. I want to learn how to use an Ipod, mobile phone etc etc. I want a new pair of shoes, I want to make dinner and there actually be enough forks in the draw for everyone to use…. just once that would be nice. I want to live in the country, who cares……. I am sick of asking people to do the dishes, sick of asking people to put their washing out, sick of asking people to do anything….. So I am not doing it anymore.

I really am tired ain’t I…

Went to the cinema with child three and his friend, saw the latest Terminator movie, as unimpressed as I was at the thought of seeing it, I was thrilled with it, it’s a great movie….. Happy to have seen it now.

Today I slept in, went out for coffee, went to the pictures, sat infront of the puter, did the washing, did the dishes and am now cooking something outrageous (turkey roast with a honey glaze), wonderful day.

Work for the next eight days, two of those days I will be in the city of a first aid thingy, yay, going by train with a couple of other workmates. Should be great except for the mess at Coles when we all get back there. We have very limited staff numbers at the moment, banned from having juniors in most depts until new tax year. Makes it very hard to have a day off or do our first aid stuff. A usual shift at the moment is 30 mins getting our own work done then the rest of the time on service… makes it hard to get stuff done, but I am sure they will meet their budgets……good for them, I hope they enjoy their bonus…..Arseholes. Whatever.

Hope everybody is having a great day… I did.

No ordinary day……

Just another day you might say, well, I say that this is no ordinary day. Perhaps it just another day, the sun is shinning, the birds are singing, the neighbourhood lawnmowers are definitely working and we all have the day off our various work places. So, a typical weekend. But in just a couple of weeks school will open up for the start of another school year. People will be returning home from their vacation sites and everyone will begin their boring lives with their grumpy attitudes again. Including us.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy my boring life with my grumpy attitude so much that I find humour in the ‘apparent’ boring lives of others. eg. My next door neighbour mowes his lawn ‘every weekend’, surely the lawn does not require mowing every week, surely he can occupy his time doing something (less noisy) else, but think about it, maybe he needs to get away from his nagging wife, and the furthermost (and loudest) thing he can think of to do is get out of the house and mow the lawn.

I may feel the same way about the bloke down the road who again every weekend is on his knees in his front yard finely combing the ‘weeds’ from his lawn…. I have news for him, after two years of this activity IT’S NOT WORKING as he needs to get out there again next weekend to pull more weeds. Or ‘Roundup’ the entire yard and start from scratch.

There is a kid just down the road who whatever device she is riding she will eventually fall off and hurt herself. Luckily this year her parents got her one of those new skateboard things that move in all directions. Sheeesh, she had enough trouble with the skateboard that just moved forward and backwards.

There is another neighbour who I can hear complain about the squeaking of our clothesline, so now I make sure that it is on its lowest setting to get the most ’squeek’ out of it. Yeah, it’s annoying but I like it.

There are people at work (one in particular) who don’t listen to what you have to say whilst he is barking his orders, the other day I told him to go #### himself, and he said ok well can you get on with that please. He should listen more carefully. Does management studies include a module of turning into  an arsehole?

Anyway, we have been to the pictures a couple of times over the holidays, we saw Bolt which was very good and the other day we saw Bedtime Stories which was also very good. Child three wants to see Yes Man, but it doesn’t appeal to me much and we will see Igor when it comes to the cinemas. Thursdays are our cinema days…… Sounds like another clue to our predictable lives.

Child one is still working full-time, she loves it. Well I hope she likes it anyway. Child two will be 18 on Monday, wow three adults in the house.

Child three sitting next to me reading every word I write, and mumbling something about ‘grounding’ the cat cause he s**t in the veggie garden. Bloody cat.

There is terrible thumping music coming from somewhere in the neighbourhood, and a couple of helicopters buzzing around, one lawnmower and the tv is on with no sound so again I will say that this is just a typical Saturday in the suburbs.

I think we need another holiday, I think I have been bitten by the ‘I want to move to the country’ bug again and are thinking more seriously about that. I would really like to do that. Charters Towers sounds nice.

Toodles…..