I've been keeping busy...

Yesterday was a busy day... meeting up with a friend to discuss the music for her wedding (which I'm organising for her!)... paying bills... photocopying music for orchestra... and battling with Powerpoint trying to get the FGYO Information for Members booklet looking okay. So when a friend asked me late in the afternoon if I wanted to go and watch her play soccer, my immediate reaction was "I'm tired. No, thank you". However, the idea grew on me, and to cut a long story short, I threw sensibility to the wind (for the second time in a week, yay!) and decided to go. 

I got hit with a soccer ball as we were walking in, too - ouch. "Carla, can't you just keep your eyes open and look at what's going on around you so you don't get even MORE hurt?!?!", one of my stand-in brothers who was there, said. :) We sat on a picnic rug and watched the game... it was nice to be out in the fresh air. The people who were camped nearby were talking rather loudly - we tried not to eavesdrop, but they made it almost impossible sometimes. They kept us laughing anyway, quietly to ourselves of course. :P 

And afterwards, we went to see Valkyrie. It was a bit scary - I covered my eyes a few times - but that's just me, the others didn't really think it was that bad. :P Overall though, it was a good movie, and I thought it was well made.

Today was even busier. Man, I'm so dead right now. This morning I woke up feeling sick as well as stiff and sore (I've woken up stiff and sore for the last, oh, say, five days :P)... then I had to make a multitude of phonecalls to sort stuff out... fix up and finalise the booklet thingy... grab all my orchestra stuff, and head out the door at 12.30pm to co-ordinate 49 orchestra members' auditions until 7:30pm tonight. It was fun meeting all the new people and helping them with different things and making sure people were getting ready for their auditions at the right times... but I must've done about 50 laps up and down those stairs... I am so tired!

And now for some strange reason, I just want to cry.

So that's what's been going on around here...

An update...

I am actually more stupid than I had originally thought. My friends tell me fairly regularly that I'm a lunatic, but this tops the cake:

Last night, I again participated in the rather barbaric sport of sock-wrestling.

Just thought you might like some pictorial evidence on how my bruises are progressing... and to see the big new one coming up on the inside of my elbow...

Just thought you might like to know...

I absentmindedly just put my mobile phone on the mouse-pad and started using it as a mouse, wondering why the cursor wasn't moving. Am I tired or what?!?! I've been up late sorting out an Information for Members booklet for FGYO.

And also...

I am weird and random enough to notice that out of 15 posts in January, 13 of the titles have ended with a "..." 

I wonder why I do that all the time?

I am weird and random enough to present...

A Bruise Which Even A Boy Would Be Proud Of!

I got it while I was sock-wrestling with my sister on Sunday night... when my mum saw it, she said "and you're how old, again???"

Feeling uninspired...

I don't know why I'm feeling particularly uninspired... I shouldn't. I've spent a lovely weekend with a whole bunch of lovely friends - up here on Saturday, and down in the Canberra area on Sunday and Monday.

We had a great time with the Axelbys... I'm in love with the whole family, but particularly their bouncing, dribbling, baby boy and their second-youngest who is one of the cutest sweet peas you will ever come across. :) It was lovely to be able to catch up with them before the term gets into full swing, and even though we were at their place for less than 24 hours, we were able to cram in all the things we love doing together... games, chatting, eating, table tennis, movies, pajamas, junk food, hugs... and we added a new one, sock-wrestling. :) I think the girls were slightly mortified at the thought of it at first, but they got into it after a while. :)

Then on yesterday for Australia Day we went to a picnic, where lots of our friends were, so we were able to touch base with them all before the year starts properly. It was a good day, but different to our usual Australia Days, where we all go down to the parade in town, have a bunch of people over for lunch and then all traipse down to watch the fireworks... and usually Lachlan is here too...

Today I started teaching, though only six lessons. It was good to get back into that again... I can see a couple of potential Little Miss Personalities coming up, but time will tell.

So... that's it really. Still feeling really unsettled about other stuff that's going on around here and everything. Even though it was hard, it was probably good for me to put it all behind me for a day and a half and try to act normal...

Happiness is...

...silently watching the waves beat against the rocks time and time again with the wind in my face, and feeling pleasantly tired at the end of the day.

They tell me...

Apparently, patience is a virtue. 

Why are such virtues so hard to cultivate?

Just thought you might like to know...

As well as my occasional "Happiness is..." posts, I am also planning to do the odd "Just thought you might like to know..." as a random post.

So:

Just thought you might like to know...

I am feeling extremely hot today. Like, in the temperature sense of the word.

Oopsy!

Today, unfortunately, I've been a bit scatterbrained. I'm not sure why... maybe other things are playing on my mind...

It started out innocently enough... I went to meet a friend for coffee at 10am. When I got to Gloria Jeans in Camden, right on 10, she wasn't there, so since I needed something in the newsagency, which is next door, I sent her a message saying I'd be a few minutes late, and went in to find my display book refills. It took me a bit longer than I thought it would, (because I couldn't find what I needed...) but I knew that didn't matter - my friend was a bit late for me last time! When I got back to GJ's, I was surprised that she wasn't waiting for me. So I pulled out my phone to give her a call, and saw on my phone "message sending failed". How annoying. So I rang her, and started babbling on about how I was late and I'd tried to message her and blah blah blah, when she said "I thought we arranged it for next week... I'm at work right now!" so you can imagine how blonde I felt then. Oh well. :P 

I then had a bit of time to spare before dropping by another friend's place, so I thought I'd go to the shopping centre 10 mins up the road to get the things I needed at a different newsagency. Fine. I got that out of the way, and walked past a shop with some clothes on sale. I took five or six items into the change room, and was standing there in a long, flowing, teal-coloured skirt wondering why on earth the size 8 was so huge on me. Well... this was my second blonde moment in an hour. It turned out that I hadn't seen the '1' beside the '8', and was standing there in a size 18. It was never going to fit. In fact, Meaghan and I could have both fitted in it. I wondered if the woman behind the counter knew that that skirt (the only one of its kind in the shop) was a size 18, and if she thought I was weird for taking it off the rack. It was a nice skirt, and well-priced too... but it was going to need excessive alterations if I was ever going to wear it. So I left it there.  Oh well. :P

Then, when I was nearly at my friend's place, I got a call to say they were 15 minutes away. That was cool, it's a hilly area, so I went and practised my hill-starts in our new manual car. All was going well, and I was practising in what I call "sets". (I do one "set" per hill. It just means that I don't sit there and rev the guts out of the car in front of one house all the time, when I've done three or four hill-starts in one place, I go and find another hill and give some different houses a turn of watching/listening to me. :P ) So it was going fairly well... it's a little bit hard without someone there to give constructive criticism, but I was doing okay. That is, until my last set. For some reason, I all of a sudden got really bad at hill-starts. I just couldn't work out why. And then I smelt a horrible, horrible smell. So, I put the car into 1st gear. Then I thought to myself "WHAT did I just DO??? I put the car into 1st... that means I've been trying to do my hill starts in 3rd gear... oh dear..." so yeah. That was my third blonde moment in two hours. I was glad for the hug when I got to my friend's house.