Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Dear Sir

I'm sorry to bother you but I would like to let you know that you are bothering me. It's possible you aren't aware that when you play your bass guitar at 11pm at night I can hear it and it disturbs my attempts to sleep. I'm sure you think you have turned the volume down on your amp but the funny thing about bass music and night air is that the low frequency sound waves of your private jam session carry further and stronger because of the lack of ambient city sounds. I'm suprised that your wife hasn't told you that it's not your best idea considering you have small children as well. I understand that a man has to have a hobby. Could you just do yours in a sound proof booth or at another time. Maybe wear some head phones, better yet, get another hobby, just don't join the turbo boosted drag racers on our street.
Thank you, good night.

Dear drag racing Sir's
I'm sorry to bother you but...

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Saturday, October 18, 2008

I climbed a mountain today

It's insidious. Growing at such a deceptive rate that I didn't notice it until it was too late. When I did look back I was alarmed and then depressed. The mountain that had seemingly grown overnight looked insurmountable. Not knowing where to start I let it grow for a bit longer. Despite knowing that the longer I left it to grow the harder it would be to turn around. Growing and growing, I passed it several times a day turning my blind eye and hoping that the space time continuum would take care to reverse my misfortune. But alas and alack it was not to be. No kind stranger took pity on me to restore the order that was so badly missing. No friend visited, mystically knowing that I would accept a helping hand to quash the chaos. I spent longer than necessary at base camp.
Until this morning. I took a deep breath and dove in. I started with the spent items then moved on to the books. I put away boxes of things that didn't even belong in the room let alone on the desk. The rest I stacked in a pile to be sorted, later. The job was not as bad as I had made it out to be. I was impressed with how little time it took to reclaim my sacred space. Now I sit at the alter of modern life with a clear keyboard ready to do all the things I have been putting off because tomorrow finally came.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Tell me they look like me

Because everyone says he looks like him.

Friday, October 3, 2008


I've never scrapped with anyone else. I've usually scrapped at very unsociable hours of the day. Until Kristie got Adobe and started asking for some quick tips. We got together last Monday and spent a couple hours together. She on her laptop, I on mine. We discussed elements of the program periodically but mostly sat in companionable silence interjected with occasional "MUM!"'s and "STOP THAT"'s. I had a good time. I hope she did too.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

I love him

Tonight he said it doesn't matter where he is in 8 years, as long as he's with me.

I love him.

Happy 9th Anniversary!

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Ramblings from my journal October 2005

It’s been a while but I have been busy.

Angus George was born on Saturday 1st October 2005. it was 5pm and the student doctor who helped deliver you was the winner of the time bet. You weighed exactly the same as Zac but you were shorter with a bigger head.

I started having contractions on Friday evening and at 3 in the morning I went for a bath and slept in there for about an hour. I called mum who was in Pt Augusta at 5 in the morning that she might want to be here around 10am. Because I thought that might be a good time to go into hospital. I didn’t end up going until 2pm after taking Zac to Ingrid’s house. Granny came to get Amy earlier in the day. Once we got to the hospital I was very ready to have my new baby. The hospital was having renovations and we had to follow signs to find the admittance room. Thankfully it was quiet because I was looked after very efficiently. Next time I think I might go into hospital a bit earlier because I think I was very lucky to get an epidural almost as soon as I got to the room and asked for the needle. After that things slowed down a bit, for which I am very grateful. I didn’t get to move around after I got the epidural but I have to remember next time that I shouldn’t lie on my side just after they give the injection because only one side of my body got the fluid and my left leg went all numb and tingly and it was not a nice feeling. As the epidural wore off and the contractions came harder I needed the mask with mostly oxygen. Mick and Mum held me up to give birth and I held onto the mask. The next day I couldn’t figure out why the bridge of my nose was so sore until a bit later on when I realize it was because I had been pressing the mask to my face so hard. The epidural was wearing off in the late stages of labour and I certainly was grateful for the drug because it was very painful. However it was still awesome to have a midwife who let me tell her what I was feeling and when it was time to push. At one point though I remember telling everyone and anyone that I couldn’t push anymore because it hurt too much but that I knew I had to keep going. It was a wonderful powerful experience that I would not trade with anyone.

As soon as my beautiful baby was born the midwife placed him on my chest and I was able to confirm, what I strongly suspected, that this baby was indeed a healthy boy. Mick again didn’t rush to hold the new baby and I told him to just do it. Mum says that he was so overcome by everything that he was close to tears. He told me later how proud he was of me and how in awe he was of the strength I had to do this for him. After mum had a hold and we had pictures the student doctor was writing on the i.d. card and I asked him to write Gus instead of Baby Vojnovic because even though we didn’t have a name for the boy he had been referred to as Gus for at least 5 months. At that point the medical people left and we talked about whether we name the new baby Angus George or Padrig George. Angus meant ‘unique strength’ and the student doctor had commented on how strong the baby was with his grip so it just all made sense to name him Angus George . George is the name of Mick’s uncle who died while he was young and I always thought that it would be important to give this name to a strong son. I hope that Gus will live well for his name sake.

It’s a new year and hopefully we will have more to celebrate/announce this Christmas. (I was trying to go back to back with a new baby. No luck Poppy was born over two years later)