S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y..

So this past Saturday was the week that I had to babysit a cute little girl all day.  I sit with her every other Saturday from 8:30-3.  She's a very pleasant and cute baby, so I usually don't mind.  I started this Saturday off exhausted, because our douche bag neighbors had a party until 5am, that involved 2 calls to the police because of noise...which only angered them more and made them louder after every visit.  Should have called again once they started screaming "call the F'in cops again!!!"  Luckily, they have no clue WHO was calling.  Anyways, they quit at 5am.  My alarm went off at 7:15.. you do the math on how little sleep I had....

Fast forward to 8:30 a.m.   Not only was the little girl sick, she was also VERY VERY crabby.  She cried and threw fits ALL.  DAY.  She wanted to be picked up, I picked her up... she threw a fit and wanted to be put down.  I put her down, she threw a fit because I put her down.  It was a very long and tiresome day.  I was so excited when her dad came home and I was able to turn her over and say "bye!"  It made it hard not knowing her really well as this was only my 2nd Saturday with her, and as Wayne's mom said, it probably was the simple fact that she didn't feel good and that I wasn't her mom.  Makes sense, but was still a long day.  Birth control at it's FINEST!! lol

Saturday night was dinner at the folk's with Wayne's brother and his family which is always a good time.  The boys are growing sooo fast and we love spending time with them.  After dinner we came home, played rummy and had some drinks until 2:30am or so!  It was a blast.  And we toasted to the date, October 29.  That marked exactly 3 months since I've made the official move to Perth and exactly one year since I landed on my first trip to Perth.  Wow.  How time flies.  And just to think, that in the year 2011, I've lived longer in Perth than anywhere else.  Over 20 weeks now.  <3

Until next time....

Yippeee

Wayne comes home today.  In a little over 2 hours to be exact!  I slept in a little this morning, got up and did some domestic stuff and about to shower and head to the airport.  Today is a public holiday here in Western Australia, and the city has a lot of shut down streets because of CHOGM conference and because of the Queen being here and all.  Now, I blogged before that I really could care less about the Queen..and while that is still the case, I do have to admit it is KINDA cool that the Queen of England is in the same town as me.  Matter of fact, on Thursday afternoon, she was about 10-15 minutes away from our house, at a place called Hillary's Boat Harbor, which as a side note, I LOVE to go to.  Esp at night for dinner.  Great atmosphere.  So, yeah, although I'm not fussed and have started changing the radio/tv when they start all the fuss up about royal visit.. I will admit it is kinda cool.

Speaking of turning the radio..... one of the sport teams here is about to make me go crazy.  Not sure what the sport is, or even the full details of the team.. but some team from Freemantle (shortened to Freo here in Oz..which is about 30-40 minutes or so south of us) is considering changing their team song, and it's caused quite a stir this week.  I guess it's their "fight song" as what we would call it in America.  ANYWAYS.... they keep discussing it and playing the fight song.... the old one and the new proposed one.  Something about both versions drives..me... crazy.  And hey, we all know that that is a short drive anyways. 

So, now I've gone and researched.  It's a football club for the "Freo Dockers".  HERE is the link to the song.  Every time I hear it, I want to head to freo and find whoever created this song... and high five them.. in the face.. with a chair.   Am so hoping that something new comes up that is more newsworthy next week so they will STOP playing this song. 

Well, guess I will get moving and drive to the airport and see if I can't find someone to bring home.  ;)  Until next time!!!

Ahhh..memories....

This song has been my fav for a while now.  Has been my ringtone for...ehhh.. MONTHS now...  And on Wednesday night, I jumped into the car and guess what song came on.. in an "anti country music" culture?? Yup.. on the ROCK channel even.  Awesome! 

Anyways, Lady A has been a huge impact in my life for a few years.. since I became a fan, their songs have hit me so incredibly at the right moments......maybe someday I will blog about that??  Like the fact that right before "we" became "us" I posted some of their lyrics as a status on my Facebook...yeah, another blog for another day......   Anyways.  The first time I saw this video was when Wayne and I were in "limbo" after his May 2011 visit to DC with me.  I think he had been gone for less than 12 hours...... As soon as I saw it, I broke out in tears.  Although I KNEW they weren't in DC, the train reminded me of the metro train system in DC...the train that we took a couple times as we took a journey  into the city.  And he could possibly KILL me for this...but I will post a picture of the night it always reminds me of....

Yup, my love asleep on the metro.  I'm so happy to wake up to this sleepy head..when he is home with work, that is... and that is another post and another blog for another day.....

In 14 hours my love will be home.  I miss him so.

Amazed.

I'm amazed at how much music can affect your life, remind you of things, and make you appreciate the awesome things you have.  Music really IS power.

Yet another reason I love my iPhone...

There is now a free blogger app. Sweet. Now prepare for this to be updated more frequently. But please don't expect useful posts. Pssshhhhh. That's not what you find here. Nope. Not. At. All. However I can't edit the paragraphs. Which will drive my OCD nuts. Can't justify the paragraphs which what I normally do. Oh well. Not like this blog has major traffic. Just the important peeps. Well. Most the time...

Anyways. Tonight at 8:10 I have a very important phone call with the director of the program from my first college degree. Now when I first heard who it was I about died.... She was one of my instructors 12-13 yrs ago and well...we weren't too keen on each other. However about 7 years ago out paths crossed in a different way (can't go into that for confidentiality reasons) and I think we both got to see each other in a different setting and realised we weren't as bad as we each had thought. Plus I was no longer an 18 yr old. We all know how easy to get along with teenagers are. I'm sure I was no exception. Anyways if this goes as I hope then I will very soon have ALL the requirements the board wants and should have nursing license VERY soon. So so ready for this chapter to close!!!!!

I'm ready to start working as a nurse. Granted my current jobs keep me quite busy and gives me money, I still miss the job of being a nurse. Very rewarding. Very.

Wayne is still away with work and having a rough week with some lack of planning and organising by others. There is a chance he will be home sooner than planned. For his sake I hope he's able to complete what he needs to do. But on my selfish part I'd love if he were home soon. Could so use a big hug after the last couple of stressful days! He could be home as early as tomorrow. Or worst case scenario is Saturday. Still not that far off. I'll survive. ;)

Today is third straight day of rain. We need it because once summer hits we won't see rain hardly ever. I love that the last two nights have been down pours when I go to bed. Makes for an awesome night of sleep. HOWEVER. Rainy mornings make it very hard for me to drag my butt outta bed!

Today the queen arrives in Perth and that's all over the news here. I, however, could care less. Blah blah blah is all I hear on the media coverage. Change that to Keith urban and you will have my attention.

Hopefully next blog will be full of lotsa good news!!!!!! Until next time...

WHY!?!??!!?!?!?

Why do I let myself stress out things I CANNOT control???  This week has been yet another trying week with the nursing board.  Perhaps the most stressful thus far.  It's affecting my sleep and I seem to be always thinking about it and writing emails in my mind and thinking of more "what ifs".  Granted, the sleep is because I am 12 hrs ahead of America... so when I get an email in the "Afternoon" it's early morning here.  So if I awake at ANY point in the night, I grab my beloved IPhone and check emails... which these days there is always something waiting on me, and then I can't sleep, so I MUST respond.  In my defense, if I had waited on most of the emails in the last few days, it would have only delayed the end result.  (yes, I CAN justify my madness.... haha).

Luckily I have an amazing support system.  First off there is my love, Wayne.  He admits he has learned that on some things I will simply flip out and there is nothing that can be done to chill me out.  Sadly, I admit that he is right on this one.  It's just who I am and how I've always been.  I think I've chilled out to a point on some things.. but not on everything.  However, this usually is what motivates me.  When in college, I sometimes had 2 or 3 MONTHS to complete a project.  "yeah yeah... next week" was always my attitude.  I would attempt to write whatever assignment was assigned...but no luck.  (shiney things always distracted me..lol)  However, the night before, under extreme stress, I would rise to the occasion and rock out a A+ paper.  I AM my own worst enemy.  I really am.  So anyways, stress and deadlines seem to make me move mountains.  If I have all the time in the world.. ehh.. it can wait until tomorrow.  Again.. my...own...worst...enemy.

In addition to my love, I have the most amazing parents, friends, and future in laws that a girl could ever wish for!  Seriously.  And the support system here in Australia is amazing.  Wayne's cousin and wife have an Internet phone that calls landlines to America for like a dollar an hour.  So they have graciously opened their home and phone line ANY TIME that I need to use it.  The other family members are always up to date on what's going on... and they remember what is going on.   (and for those of you who are like me, if I have to tell you the WHOLE story every time we talk, then I'm not even going there)

My close friends are always sending me good vibes, positive words, and lots of encouragement.  It's like my closest friends can tell my moods and emotions by a simple text.  THAT is true friendship.  I can say "hey, what's up"  and get "what's wrong?" in response.  My TRUE BEST FRIENDS just know me I guess....

 And my parents.. god love them.... ESP MY DAD!!!  They are in the middle of their own stuff with trying to sell their house in KY to move to their FL home....in addition to the shit they are going through with my niece........however my dad has spent hours looking through boxes of papers... has drove to my college a few times... and anytime I need anything, all I have to do is ask.  I could go on a lot about the negatives in my life and family, but hell.... the good things are soooo amazing that the negatives seem sooooo small...if not non existent!  I guess sometimes we focus on the bad so long that we over look the good?

So, I continue with emails, phone calls, facepalms, lack of sleep, and EXTREMELY high stress levels... all knowing in the end I will look back and go "yeah, it took a bit of work, but it all worked out".  And then there will be something else that will keep me stressed and blogging... work, weddings, babies, etc.  I will never run out of things to bitch complain about..   what is they say..women dont' burp or fart, so we must bitch or we will explode.

Not a word Wayne... not.  a.  word.

So tonight, it's nearly 11pm, I'm about to start dinner and put in "dumb and dumber" in an attempt to turn my mind offfffff..

"I've got worms!"  hahaha.. oh I can quote this movie line for line.   Maybe turning my head off before I go to bed will be the trick.. I'd love to sleep past 5:30am tomorrow... that would be a record this week!

Love to you all and if you have been someone in this blog that I have mentioned... thank you.  much love, always.

Until next time......

Two posts in one day.. say what?

So, I've continued with "mission chick tv day", and am happy to report it has been a SUCCESS.  Just watched the finale of The Bachelorette.  Yeah, we are just a couple months behind in that series here in Australia.  I researched that apparently Ashley and JP are living together in New York?  Sweet.  I had heard they broke up, but apparently not?  Not that it really matters or affects anyones life other than theirs?  But, hey, if I commit 2 hours of my Sunday to watch your finale, the least you can do is commit to stay together long enough that I don't feel like I've wasted my Sunday?  Is that too much to ask for, Hollywood?? IS IT??  (lol)  Jk...are am I????  ;)

Anyways, I came across some old blog entries that I wanted to copy and paste.  As I've mentioned, I have a couple of old blogs and I sometimes scan them for some of the random quotes, news articles, and things of that nature that I want to copy/paste to this blog.  However, it usually takes more time to scan through than I usually care to donate.  So, as part of chick tv day, I scanned through while watching tv...and am sharing the following 2 random blog entries.   Both of these are from my blog from the year 2006.  Funny how 5 years later, they still make me giggle.....

Title: As I mature. (author unknown)
I have learned you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is stalk them and hope they panic and give in.

I have learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just assholes.

I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof to destroy it.

I've learned that you can get by on charm for about 15 minutes. After that you better have a big willy or huge boobs.

I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others - they are more screwed up than you think.

I've learned the people you care most about in this world are taken away far too soon.. and the less important ones seem to never go away."

Quotes about being a Women (author unknown)

"Remember in old movies when women used to swoon and "take to the bed" for days at a time? That never happens. We're stronger than that. That being said, if we ever decide to "take to the bed" for days at a time, there's not a thing you can do about it.

Sometimes we think we really understand men. Then we regain consciousness.

Superskinny women really irritate us. We hate when they say, "Sometimes I just forget to eat." Now, I've forgotten my anniversary and where I parked my car. But I've never forgotten to eat.

We do like to have sex, just not at midnight when we have to get up at the crack of dawn to feed two kids, three dogs, and a pair of fat goldfish.

Women really do want to be on time. It's just that everything starts so darned early.

We know high heels are sexy, but we'll take our comfy black Uggs any day of the week.

Women are innately self-conscious. This is not a choice; it's a genderwide condition. On a bad day, I look in the mirror and see my ten-pound-heavier alter ego. Her name is Bertha. On a really bad day, Bertha sees her two-hundred-pound-heavier alter ego.

Women like porn, too. We just hate it when you hide the porn.

Women remember everything . Don't believe me? Ask your girlfriend where you met. She won't tell you it was at a party. She'll say it was a Thursday, she had just come from dinner, where she ate a veggie burger, and she was wearing her friend Cathy's pink top, which was big on her because Cathy is a big girl. You were wearing a blue button-down, drinking a Jack and Coke with two straws, and talking to Bill, that mutual friend. She waved and you gave her the "what's up" nod. This still infuriates her. ("How could you give me the nod?")

An eyelash curler, while mean and ferocious looking, is not a weapon.

No matter how much your woman loves you, there are going to be three to seven days each month when she wants you dead. (She may even quietly fantasize about turning her eyelash curler against you.) You have two options: Tie yourself to a tree and wait out the storm, or stock up at Tiffany's, toss a blue box or two into the wind, and hope for the best. We recommend the latter. (The key chain doesn't count.)

Women hear better than men. That's before you even factor in listening skills and attention spans. Come to think of it, I should have listed this one first because I'm sure I've lost you by now.

You may be surprised to know that women were responsible for inventing all of the following: the circular saw, the signal flare, the space suit, the bulletproof vest, and the windshield wiper. You're welcome.

We need a plan. We don't feel comfortable winging it. We need the specifics of what's going on and who's going to be there. That way we know what to wear.

We like to be kissed, and the kiss doesn't always need to be a prelude to sex. We love the surprise kisses. Gift kisses. An out-of-the-blue kiss while we're watering plants or peeling potatoes.

Confucius say: He who gets teary eyed in a sad movie is sensitive, but he who audibly sobs is a weenie.

We say underwear, just as men do. Women never say panties, and neither should you, except under the rarest of circumstances, and maybe not even then. Likewise, the garment we wear on top is called a bra. When possible, please refrain from making a sound effect like boing! when we remove it.

Before you accuse a woman of being bitchy, walk a mile in her shoes. Her pointy-toed, high-heeled, impossibly uncomfortable shoes. One more thing about the shoes: Most of them hurt too much to wear for too long. So, yes, we really do need that many pairs. (And, accordingly, you need us to have them.)

Sometimes we love you way more than we love ourselves.

The smell of sweat is sexy within reason. Nuzzling your neck when you come home from the gym: sexy. Getting trapped in your armpit after you've played eighteen holes in 90 degree heat: not sexy.

Our friends are not your enemies, and our enemies better not be your friends.

I know it's 2006, and believe me when I say that a woman can more than stand on her own. Nevertheless, we still love it when, every so often, you take control. Without stepping on our toes.

We do have a sixth sense. Women, like Santa Claus, know when you've been bad or good. So you know what to do . . . for goodness' sake. "



Hope you enjoyed a little giggle today or tonight....whatever time it is you are reading this, wherever in the world you are reading it from.