it all kinda blew up last night and I've spent my morning so far tip-toeing around the house trying not to have to look at or talk to DH. I won't go into details on this, given it's a public blog and there's that whole thing about dirty laundry and all that - but I'm already having a bad morning, simply because I had a bad night.
Thought you might wanna hear that, anyway.
Finishing tomatoes, cleaning the kitchen, taking some photos and uploading, and possibly doing some sewing - these are the things that are happening today. Then this arvo I'm off to Kathy's to pick up some stuff I left there last time and drop off some sauce, a few cucumbers and a peice of zuchinni. There may have been something else I was supposed to take but I've forgotten it already.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
It's March, obviously
So the March flies are here. Quite possibly the first time that I've noticed them 'in season' so to speak.
I don't like flies. I don't like them inside my house, especially. And march flies are a particularly heinous type of fly. I think they may be intending to take over the world.
There is something overtly malevolent about the march fly. It has a very deliberate flight, slow and steady and more often than not, in a straight line - towards your face. Either that or it's flying low, around your knees, again in that deliberate fashion that makes you wonder if it's thinking about tripping you up somehow.
Yes, I know it's a fly. But it has deep red eyes, and 'hums' rather than 'buzzes'. It has INTENT and a slow, solemn depth to it's flight through my house. I want to squash it but I end up running in the opposite direction - and more often than not, it follows me.
They give a nasty bite, you know. Nasty painful nasty, with a lump that will itch for days as a follow-up.
I wonder if by anthropomorphising a fly, I'm allowing some sort of strange insight into my own psyche?
When my husband comes home he will get out the fly swatter and go on a hunt for the nasty critter. He will also get the 3 blowies and half a dozen black house flies that made it inside as the kids did their running in and out earlier. My house will be fly-free again.
I don't like flies. I don't like them inside my house, especially. And march flies are a particularly heinous type of fly. I think they may be intending to take over the world.
There is something overtly malevolent about the march fly. It has a very deliberate flight, slow and steady and more often than not, in a straight line - towards your face. Either that or it's flying low, around your knees, again in that deliberate fashion that makes you wonder if it's thinking about tripping you up somehow.
Yes, I know it's a fly. But it has deep red eyes, and 'hums' rather than 'buzzes'. It has INTENT and a slow, solemn depth to it's flight through my house. I want to squash it but I end up running in the opposite direction - and more often than not, it follows me.
They give a nasty bite, you know. Nasty painful nasty, with a lump that will itch for days as a follow-up.
I wonder if by anthropomorphising a fly, I'm allowing some sort of strange insight into my own psyche?
When my husband comes home he will get out the fly swatter and go on a hunt for the nasty critter. He will also get the 3 blowies and half a dozen black house flies that made it inside as the kids did their running in and out earlier. My house will be fly-free again.
Quantum procrastination.
I'm blogging because my dishes need doing and those tomatoes are YELLING at me from the dining room. Oh, and there's washing that needs to be hung out. So what else does a blogger need? A distraction, obviously.
Last night I had a distraction. Somehow I got onto quantum physics. (Actually, I remember how. A friend on Facebook joined the Deepak Chopra Australia group, so I followed that through to some transcendental meditiation stuff, and onwards to quantum mechanics. Stream of consciousness, much??)
I didn't do physics at school. I did Biology (well) did chemistry (so-so) and attempted maths. That's where I fall down. Maths is not good for me, or to me. Maths hates me, actually. My brain sees numbers, it freezes up into a some kind of ultra stupid moment and simply won't work from then on.
Words are another matter entirely. I LIKE words. Words are my friends.
So I start googling around, trying to find a suitably wordy explanation for quantum mechanics and physics and anything quantum related, that would help me to understand it without the need for weird formulas with NUMBERS (not to mention other odd things like greek letters) in them.
I found a couple of hints. I think I have what can only be described as a VERY BASIC grasp of the theory behind it all. Lots to do with waves and particles and how things can be BOTH at the same time, as well as different aspects as different times. The word 'probability' popped up a lot.
My understanding of probability goes a little something like this "buy this lottery ticket and tomorrow when you don't win anything you will probably be ashamed that you wasted your money". Obviously, every now and then the probability of shame doesn't preclude me from wasting said money. Happens about once every 6 months round here.
But yes, back to the quantum thing. I can tell what you are all thinking - why would I bother reading up on quantum mechanics in the middle of the night when my brain is exhausted. Hell, why would I bother at all? Not like I'm going to NEED it, right?
Well, yes and know. I do occasionally fancy myself as a bit of a writer. Generally, I stick to the tried and true - crappy romances, or fantasy writing. Fantasy writing is good. Fantasy writing has MAGIC - this means I don't even need a pseudo-reasonable explanation, my characters can do the impossible JUST because of that label. I LIKE magic.
However, sometimes I am called upon to read (and very occasionally inspired to write) sci-fi. Sci-fi still has awesome 'magic' in it - but it's got to have the relevant techno-babble. And IMO, for it to work properly, it needs SOME modicum of truth in it - otherwise it aint really sci-fi, it's fantasy again.
Hence - quantum mechanics.
I still need to do a lot more reading on it before I'd ever be able to write anything about it or even including it. But I'd like to think that last night's efforts have put me in a better place for next time I find an e-zine with a short story that involves black holes.
Maybe.
Last night I had a distraction. Somehow I got onto quantum physics. (Actually, I remember how. A friend on Facebook joined the Deepak Chopra Australia group, so I followed that through to some transcendental meditiation stuff, and onwards to quantum mechanics. Stream of consciousness, much??)
I didn't do physics at school. I did Biology (well) did chemistry (so-so) and attempted maths. That's where I fall down. Maths is not good for me, or to me. Maths hates me, actually. My brain sees numbers, it freezes up into a some kind of ultra stupid moment and simply won't work from then on.
Words are another matter entirely. I LIKE words. Words are my friends.
So I start googling around, trying to find a suitably wordy explanation for quantum mechanics and physics and anything quantum related, that would help me to understand it without the need for weird formulas with NUMBERS (not to mention other odd things like greek letters) in them.
I found a couple of hints. I think I have what can only be described as a VERY BASIC grasp of the theory behind it all. Lots to do with waves and particles and how things can be BOTH at the same time, as well as different aspects as different times. The word 'probability' popped up a lot.
My understanding of probability goes a little something like this "buy this lottery ticket and tomorrow when you don't win anything you will probably be ashamed that you wasted your money". Obviously, every now and then the probability of shame doesn't preclude me from wasting said money. Happens about once every 6 months round here.
But yes, back to the quantum thing. I can tell what you are all thinking - why would I bother reading up on quantum mechanics in the middle of the night when my brain is exhausted. Hell, why would I bother at all? Not like I'm going to NEED it, right?
Well, yes and know. I do occasionally fancy myself as a bit of a writer. Generally, I stick to the tried and true - crappy romances, or fantasy writing. Fantasy writing is good. Fantasy writing has MAGIC - this means I don't even need a pseudo-reasonable explanation, my characters can do the impossible JUST because of that label. I LIKE magic.
However, sometimes I am called upon to read (and very occasionally inspired to write) sci-fi. Sci-fi still has awesome 'magic' in it - but it's got to have the relevant techno-babble. And IMO, for it to work properly, it needs SOME modicum of truth in it - otherwise it aint really sci-fi, it's fantasy again.
Hence - quantum mechanics.
I still need to do a lot more reading on it before I'd ever be able to write anything about it or even including it. But I'd like to think that last night's efforts have put me in a better place for next time I find an e-zine with a short story that involves black holes.
Maybe.
Today
Swimming again. Wonder who I'm getting a lift with this time. Hopefully I'll be getting a lift anyway, silly car chews through so much fuel it's ridiculous.
Starting to wonder if it needs some exhaust attention. However.... I'm broke so it's probably pointless.
I'm on the verge of phoning up centrestink today and asking them if I could re-adjust our family payment level. We get our family payment on the very very base rate of only one sort, and then have a nice lump sum land on us at tax time. While this is good and well, my craft fair is BEFORE tax time - and I'm struggling to get the money put aside so that I can actually buy the stock I'll need to take with me!
Also, the insurance thing came yesterday. I did forget to ask them if it can be paid monthy. Right now they want the full sum within 7 days. Bah! Like I can find that much money in 7 days! Why is it that the minute you say "business" everyone assumes there is a whole pile of cash just lying around waiting to be spent??
Must be like the word "wedding". Attracts greed or something.
I need coffee. Ciao
Starting to wonder if it needs some exhaust attention. However.... I'm broke so it's probably pointless.
I'm on the verge of phoning up centrestink today and asking them if I could re-adjust our family payment level. We get our family payment on the very very base rate of only one sort, and then have a nice lump sum land on us at tax time. While this is good and well, my craft fair is BEFORE tax time - and I'm struggling to get the money put aside so that I can actually buy the stock I'll need to take with me!
Also, the insurance thing came yesterday. I did forget to ask them if it can be paid monthy. Right now they want the full sum within 7 days. Bah! Like I can find that much money in 7 days! Why is it that the minute you say "business" everyone assumes there is a whole pile of cash just lying around waiting to be spent??
Must be like the word "wedding". Attracts greed or something.
I need coffee. Ciao
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Yowsers I'm Tired
It was a day that has somehow left me longing for my bed already, and it's only 8.30.
So today I did the swimming thing (another half a lesson happy half a lesson crying his eyes out for Rory) and then I did the spinning thing (half a kids poncho knitted and yet again, a HUGE appreciation for our older population felt. They are all so giving of their knowledge!) and then I did the school pickup thing and the tomato thing and the dinner thing.
And now - I'm knackered.
I think having the period belly from hell isn't helping. Blah I hate hate hate it. (Yes, I'm whinging.) Damn painful, it is.
I did go and spend some of my paypal savings on some new mama fluff though. Which is good because some of my trusty faithfuls aren't so trustworthy anymore. I seem to be having dramas with wicking through seam lines. And really, if one has these dramas with a little bub in nappies, it's a PITA - but it's just not the same when one has these dramas with a mamapad and one is out in public. It's never fun to be flashing a large red stain on one's clothing.
I could obviously sew my own but quite frankly I'm about as motivated to do that right now as I am to climb Mt Everest. Aint gonna happen. Not until this nappy hunt, and this database update, and this big craft fair, and possibly this entire year is over. Hell, I might have time to do it once menopause sets in - but then I'll probably be sewing incontinence pads.
I think I should probably go now before this becomes a long rant that has little purpose.... oops! Too late!
So today I did the swimming thing (another half a lesson happy half a lesson crying his eyes out for Rory) and then I did the spinning thing (half a kids poncho knitted and yet again, a HUGE appreciation for our older population felt. They are all so giving of their knowledge!) and then I did the school pickup thing and the tomato thing and the dinner thing.
And now - I'm knackered.
I think having the period belly from hell isn't helping. Blah I hate hate hate it. (Yes, I'm whinging.) Damn painful, it is.
I did go and spend some of my paypal savings on some new mama fluff though. Which is good because some of my trusty faithfuls aren't so trustworthy anymore. I seem to be having dramas with wicking through seam lines. And really, if one has these dramas with a little bub in nappies, it's a PITA - but it's just not the same when one has these dramas with a mamapad and one is out in public. It's never fun to be flashing a large red stain on one's clothing.
I could obviously sew my own but quite frankly I'm about as motivated to do that right now as I am to climb Mt Everest. Aint gonna happen. Not until this nappy hunt, and this database update, and this big craft fair, and possibly this entire year is over. Hell, I might have time to do it once menopause sets in - but then I'll probably be sewing incontinence pads.
I think I should probably go now before this becomes a long rant that has little purpose.... oops! Too late!
mah belly
Mah belly, she wants to kill me!
That's about it, really.
Now i'm going to stop complaining, get the children out of bed, and make some coffee. And then see if I can squeeze in some quick Mama pad shopping before it's time to go to swimming, then spinning, then pick them up again !
That's about it, really.
Now i'm going to stop complaining, get the children out of bed, and make some coffee. And then see if I can squeeze in some quick Mama pad shopping before it's time to go to swimming, then spinning, then pick them up again !
Monday, March 1, 2010
Kids Swimming
That was fun - NOT
This year was Rory's time to be a sad, miserable little fellow at swimming. Last year he was in kindy and went along as a addition because, well, if I went anywhere, he came too. And Last year, Declan stood in the pool and cried and cried as the teacher asked him to put his face in the water and blow bubbles.
This time, Rory cried. Although not quite in the same way as Declan, obviously. He dropped his bottom lip, looked away from everyone else, and just stood there immersed in misery for the last half of the lesson.
On the way back to help them get dry and dressed, he started to cry for real. His lip was sooo droopy it almost touched the floor.
Once he had a towel around him and a good cuddle he was better, so I asked him why he was crying. I was expecting a "I don't want to get my face wet" kind of answer - but instead, I got a "I couldn't do it right!" followed by more lip dropping and more tears.
It always amazes me how two small children from the same parents, born so close together, can still be such complete opposites. And it astonishes me how often I mis-judge the poor things.
Glad that he wasn't crying due to water fear issues though. That's always a good thing.
PS there will never ever be any photos of my kids on this blog. DH is a bit anti putting photos of the kids up anywhere - so yeah, no pics of children. I will randomly upload pics of flowers and scenery and other cool stuff though. I like taking photos - even though I'm pretty crap at it, and I just use a glorified version of a point-and-shoot for them.
I think maybe it's because I SEE things that I think will make great art images - but I don't have the technical skills to capture them properly on film, or paint them or draw them or anything like that.
I wish I could turn pictures into music. Perhaps I should practise on that violin more often.
This year was Rory's time to be a sad, miserable little fellow at swimming. Last year he was in kindy and went along as a addition because, well, if I went anywhere, he came too. And Last year, Declan stood in the pool and cried and cried as the teacher asked him to put his face in the water and blow bubbles.
This time, Rory cried. Although not quite in the same way as Declan, obviously. He dropped his bottom lip, looked away from everyone else, and just stood there immersed in misery for the last half of the lesson.
On the way back to help them get dry and dressed, he started to cry for real. His lip was sooo droopy it almost touched the floor.
Once he had a towel around him and a good cuddle he was better, so I asked him why he was crying. I was expecting a "I don't want to get my face wet" kind of answer - but instead, I got a "I couldn't do it right!" followed by more lip dropping and more tears.
It always amazes me how two small children from the same parents, born so close together, can still be such complete opposites. And it astonishes me how often I mis-judge the poor things.
Glad that he wasn't crying due to water fear issues though. That's always a good thing.
PS there will never ever be any photos of my kids on this blog. DH is a bit anti putting photos of the kids up anywhere - so yeah, no pics of children. I will randomly upload pics of flowers and scenery and other cool stuff though. I like taking photos - even though I'm pretty crap at it, and I just use a glorified version of a point-and-shoot for them.
I think maybe it's because I SEE things that I think will make great art images - but I don't have the technical skills to capture them properly on film, or paint them or draw them or anything like that.
I wish I could turn pictures into music. Perhaps I should practise on that violin more often.
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