Go ahead and JUMP
In the last couple of weeks, I’ve noticed a lot of change in the air.
People are talking about changing their job, their career, their hair, their home, their relationship…
Have you noticed it too?
There’s been talk of change, of what happiness it might (or might not) bring, of its impact on their own little corner of the universe.
I feel like I’m surrounded by a populous who are getting ready to jump.
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But not me, I’m not changing anything in my life any time soon. I’m quite happy to be the rock in the centre while everything else twirls around.
Are you changing anything big in your life atm?
Band camp
This week, I got to stay at a winery down at Bowral for a bit of overnight r’n'r.
This was the view as we drove in…
The weather’s been so wet lately, but the sky managed to clear up enough to let the sunshine through, if only for a little while, during our walking tour of the winery.
Apart from cows and bulls, we also found ducks, chickens and geese.
We saw the vineyards, but we weren’t really interested in the source of wine – we wanted the real deal. We stocked up the fridge (and drank most of it before we even finished our stay)…
We drank out of wine glasses…
We (okay, I) drank out of paper cups, too…
After eating a spectacular, home-cooked, locally-sourced dinner (including fresh herbs from the garden), we played some trivia while it poured down outside…
I loved being at the winery, enjoying the peace, the pitch dark after “sunset”, the LOLs and good times with fun people. But, as is always the case, the one night I was away was the night I really needed to be at home. It’s not my story to tell, but let’s just say that things got very stressful at home and I wasn’t here to even try to help out. Now that I’m home and it’s been a couple of days, things are improving, but the next few months are going to be interesting and we’re hopeful that the old adage “it’ll all work out in the end” reigns true in our little corner of suburbia.
How has your week been?
D’oh!

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I’m not very good at making mistakes.
Not to say that I don’t make them, cause hello! I make mistakes all the bloody time.
But you know there are mistakes that are… different from the others, right? When you make a real dick of yourself, firmly insert your foot into your own mouth, offend someone or just plain do something wrong.
I did that today.
Not that it was a big deal – really, it was pretty insignificant in the grand scheme of things – and I was able to fix it quickly… but…
still.
I can’t shake the feeling that I mucked up.
Do you ever get that feeling too?
Logically, I know that everything’s okay, but you know; it’s still lingering.
I’ve sat here for a bit and visualised wrapping it in brown paper, tying it with string and putting an end to mulling over it… but it hasn’t worked!
Got any tips on how to get over myself??
Fresh Horses Brigade: handwriting
Fresh Horses Brigade is a BRAND NEW meme from Eden. Eden was convinced that no one would be interesting in participating in another meme (cause really, there are a LOT of memes to choose from out there) but, in true Eden style, it’s off to a cracking start.
24 joiner-inner-ers and counting! Eden, you had NOTHING to worry about. Can’t wait to see where the meme will take us. Eden always takes us on a journey in her blog posts, it’s bound to happen with the meme, too.
(Eden, every time I try to type Fresh Horses Brigade I end up typing Wild Horses Brigade. So appropriate on so many levels.)

My favourite writing pen is a classic Parker. My favourite letters to write are the lowercase e and uppercase F. My favourite letter combination to write is th. I’m preparing a post for Smarter Admins that’s based on ways to improve your handwriting for work. Because, like everyone, my handwriting has turned to shit because I’d much rather send a birthday message on Facebook than send a card.
I’m a bit iffy about sharing this snippet of my handwriting with you – but stuff it. These are some of the notes from my most recent therapy session. 2012 is MY year, and I’m accessing therapy to make it so. Take a step into my mind, don’t mind the mess!
How’s YOUR handwriting?
Australians of my year
Here’s to the nursing home staff.
The ones to answer the phones. Mop the floors. Clean the toilets. Dish out medication. Make medical appointments for patients.
Keep them clean. Wipe their bum. Cook their food. Take them on daily walks or weekly bus trips. Walk them to the chapel every 2nd Wednesday for Mass.
It’s not a job that I could do because I’m too much of a princess.
These are the people who take care of my mum every. single. day. They’ve taken someone who was in a bad way and have restored her to the healthy woman she deserves to be. They let me be selfish and visit mum not-often-enough and still know that she’s in good hands and in the best nic that she’s been in for a very long time.
They’re on shit wages, yet they work with compassionate hearts and smiles on their faces.
(Thanks to Penny for inspiring this post!)
Who’s YOUR Australian/s of the year?























