Well, last post for the year! Because I am absolutely certain that I won't get to this again before January.
Tomorrow is our big move north! Very exciting. Very tiring, all the running around and organising, etc. But it's nearly over with. And, thankfully, so is our time in Happy Rock.
Don't get me wrong, there are people that I will miss a whole lot, but it's very nice to be outta here :) We'll be back in six months for a wedding though, so we'll get to catch up with our friends and family.
Anyway, things to do, places to be. Have a merry Christmas!!!
posted by Rossie at 6:29 PM
Monday, November 26, 2007
Be glad you didn't drive down, Chris - on top of the last count we now have ear infections and throat ulcers! I went back to the doc this morning and he gave me stronger antibiotics. And I got some better pain meds. Cause what's a birthday without some sort of artificial high? :D
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Okay, so here's how it turns out:
Cold from HELL x chest infection + conjunctivitis = antibiotics + eye drops.
Everything on me is dripping. I am a swamp monster :(
Cold from HELL x chest infection + conjunctivitis = antibiotics + eye drops.
Everything on me is dripping. I am a swamp monster :(
Friday, November 23, 2007
UPDATE:
Some four or five hours later, and I now seem to have PUSS-DRIPPING EYEBALLS. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have conjunctivitis. And will the doctor that is open until 7pm see me??? Nooooooo, that would be too convenient. I have to wait until tomorrow. 8:30 in the freaking morning.
I hate EVERYTHING.
Some four or five hours later, and I now seem to have PUSS-DRIPPING EYEBALLS. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have conjunctivitis. And will the doctor that is open until 7pm see me??? Nooooooo, that would be too convenient. I have to wait until tomorrow. 8:30 in the freaking morning.
I hate EVERYTHING.
So, I'm sick at the moment, AGAIN, which is very frustrating, but living in Gladstone does this to me. Anyway, here I am thinking it's just a particularly nasty cold (after a series of colds...), when Robyn points out that I've actually spent FIVE DAYS in bed, mostly asleep and occasionally staring at the walls while I sweat. Yes, I've had a fever for five days. And a painfully sore throat, joint and muscle pain, chills and sweats, nausea, headache, disgusting nasal issues and the coughing of green stuff and massive swollen golf balls under my jaw.
Time to see a doctor, you think?
Time to see a doctor, you think?
Monday, November 19, 2007
So funny I think I broke something laughing :)
Warning: Naughtiness Ahead!!!
Warning: Naughtiness Ahead!!!
Monday, November 12, 2007
I got a hair cut today.
This might not be a big deal to you, but I have insane hair, and it's a huge drama to go to the hairdresser. Curly hair is snooty. It's picky and pretentious. It only likes being washed a certain way, or brushed a certain way, or placated with certain products. It doesn't like certain kinds of weather - don't even SPEAK to me about humidity. If you do something curly hair doesn't like, it punishes you by going into a beatch fit and exploding into pure frizz that is shapeless at best - at worst, it's the dreaded 'triangle head'.
This has happened to me many, many times. Which is why I can count on one hand the number of times I've been to the salon in my adult life. It's hard enough looking after curly hair when it's your own - it's a freaking nightmare finding a hairdresser who knows how to handle it.
It's not like normal hair. You can't cut it wet. You can't layer it. Thinning is dodgy. Short = frizz bomb, long = headaches and mass amounts of conditioner. Dyeing? Forget it.
So today, with a very specific list of what I wanted and what I did not, I went to the hairdresser. My reason? I'm about to move to the tropics, I can't be walking around with a woolly blanket on my head in summer! I wanted short hair. Not boy hair, not butch hair. Feminine and girly, yes, but still - SHORT. Layered - absolutely not. A fringe? Why yes, thanks!
So, the first thing the hairdresser decides when I tell her all this? I obviously want a trim, not short hair, and she knows best because she dropped out at grade 10 to do her apprenticeship, thank you. And then she attacks my hair with thinning scissors!!! And then, after wetting my hair to cut it, is confused when everything goes different lengths!!! And I had to explain to her that curly hair doesn't curl all uniform and predictable!!! And then she goes on about how a fringe would be useless! And WHAT THE HECK cause she said she was EXPERIENCED with curly hair!?!?!?!
Half an hour later I walked out of there fuming mad with a thinned out puffball - slash - triangle on my head. I was annoyed. My curly hair was frizzing like crazy - a blatant screaming fit about being violated. It was not a good start to the day.
In the end, I went home and re-cut it myself. I have a playful fringe and nice curls and basically I look like a shagamuffin :) It's nice. I can look cute or rock-chick wannabe or I can even do that sexy bed head thing. It will curl to look messy, shaggy, fun, whatever I want. Or I can use (selective) products to relax it a bit and go a bit straighter and neater. It can still be pinned back. There's enough length for a little ponytail but not enough to make me sweat like a pig in summer. I may yet cut it shorter, but I'm happy for now.
Lesson to all this?
Don't trust your curls with some peroxide-inhaling shampoo addict who mixes chemicals but never finished high school.
This might not be a big deal to you, but I have insane hair, and it's a huge drama to go to the hairdresser. Curly hair is snooty. It's picky and pretentious. It only likes being washed a certain way, or brushed a certain way, or placated with certain products. It doesn't like certain kinds of weather - don't even SPEAK to me about humidity. If you do something curly hair doesn't like, it punishes you by going into a beatch fit and exploding into pure frizz that is shapeless at best - at worst, it's the dreaded 'triangle head'.
This has happened to me many, many times. Which is why I can count on one hand the number of times I've been to the salon in my adult life. It's hard enough looking after curly hair when it's your own - it's a freaking nightmare finding a hairdresser who knows how to handle it.
It's not like normal hair. You can't cut it wet. You can't layer it. Thinning is dodgy. Short = frizz bomb, long = headaches and mass amounts of conditioner. Dyeing? Forget it.
So today, with a very specific list of what I wanted and what I did not, I went to the hairdresser. My reason? I'm about to move to the tropics, I can't be walking around with a woolly blanket on my head in summer! I wanted short hair. Not boy hair, not butch hair. Feminine and girly, yes, but still - SHORT. Layered - absolutely not. A fringe? Why yes, thanks!
So, the first thing the hairdresser decides when I tell her all this? I obviously want a trim, not short hair, and she knows best because she dropped out at grade 10 to do her apprenticeship, thank you. And then she attacks my hair with thinning scissors!!! And then, after wetting my hair to cut it, is confused when everything goes different lengths!!! And I had to explain to her that curly hair doesn't curl all uniform and predictable!!! And then she goes on about how a fringe would be useless! And WHAT THE HECK cause she said she was EXPERIENCED with curly hair!?!?!?!
Half an hour later I walked out of there fuming mad with a thinned out puffball - slash - triangle on my head. I was annoyed. My curly hair was frizzing like crazy - a blatant screaming fit about being violated. It was not a good start to the day.
In the end, I went home and re-cut it myself. I have a playful fringe and nice curls and basically I look like a shagamuffin :) It's nice. I can look cute or rock-chick wannabe or I can even do that sexy bed head thing. It will curl to look messy, shaggy, fun, whatever I want. Or I can use (selective) products to relax it a bit and go a bit straighter and neater. It can still be pinned back. There's enough length for a little ponytail but not enough to make me sweat like a pig in summer. I may yet cut it shorter, but I'm happy for now.
Lesson to all this?
Don't trust your curls with some peroxide-inhaling shampoo addict who mixes chemicals but never finished high school.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
I love the global community that is the internet.
To be specific, I *heart* my online writer friends!
I posted new fic yesterday (no, you can't read it, I post under a mysterious pen name which I'm not telling) and within five minutes, I had reviews popping into my inbox. Within an hour the story itself had 108 hits. I went to bed feeling happy. I woke up and when I checked my mail, there were 16 reviews and my story was clocking over 700 hits.
I really love my writer friends :)
There is just something nice about a massive community of people who are in contact, enjoy the same things, and are willing to participate in each other's efforts.
There's another group I belong to (a forum for writers where we trade stories, gossip, feedback, advice, all that sort of stuff). These people are so freaking awesome, I just adore them. We have so much fun with our 'hobby' (though there are among us some professional authors) because of that community sense again. We talk, we tease, we even have the occasional actual get together (though the Aussie contingent are all in Brissy, except me... sigh). I love it.
I like writing stories for lots of reasons - it's a chance to use my atrophying brain, a chance to play make believe for a while, gives me opportunity to use my bizarre imagination. Mostly I just like connecting with people who get it.
To be specific, I *heart* my online writer friends!
I posted new fic yesterday (no, you can't read it, I post under a mysterious pen name which I'm not telling) and within five minutes, I had reviews popping into my inbox. Within an hour the story itself had 108 hits. I went to bed feeling happy. I woke up and when I checked my mail, there were 16 reviews and my story was clocking over 700 hits.
I really love my writer friends :)
There is just something nice about a massive community of people who are in contact, enjoy the same things, and are willing to participate in each other's efforts.
There's another group I belong to (a forum for writers where we trade stories, gossip, feedback, advice, all that sort of stuff). These people are so freaking awesome, I just adore them. We have so much fun with our 'hobby' (though there are among us some professional authors) because of that community sense again. We talk, we tease, we even have the occasional actual get together (though the Aussie contingent are all in Brissy, except me... sigh). I love it.
I like writing stories for lots of reasons - it's a chance to use my atrophying brain, a chance to play make believe for a while, gives me opportunity to use my bizarre imagination. Mostly I just like connecting with people who get it.