No, I'm not talking about the song they play at some of the Dragon's matches, but infact the 37 degree heat up here in Gloucester! Even Sydney copped it yesterday.
This morning I helped out at my Church's Playtime Group. It wasn't too bad - the kids were too tired from the heat to squeal and shreek at the top of their lungs. Quite a good group, and the mums are friendly.
I have been thinking recently about how much I used to take for granted. Just simple things like taking myself off on little (ha!) trips around the countryside are a non event now (both with my tiredness and the price of petrol (you are lucky if you can get unleaded in Gloucester/Taree/Forster for under 114c per litre!) makes it prohibitable). I am actually getting around to doing things that I have put on the backburner for a while.
Anyway, not the world's most exciting post today, so feel free to email me with suggestions on how to make it better! echidna23@hotmail.com
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
To RSVP or not to RSVP, that is the question!
This is a subject that has bothered me for a long time - the RSVP question. (For those of you who can't get the link above it's blogged on cafedave.net (6 Oct)).
We live in a society where people think it's okay to turn up to Weddings without even a phone call to the couple or their parents (depending on who is hosting the Wedding) to indicate that they are coming. Sorry, but this is plain rude.
Why does this irate me so? Well, think about it - you plan anything from a morning tea for four to a Wedding for 300 guests (thankfully it wasn't my Wedding) and you like to know how many people to expect. Ian & I regularly have Football nights (League and Union incase any misguided Europeans are reading this) and have a "just turn up" invitation. That said, we know we can expect anything from none to a dozen or so people. It's no skin off our nose, because anyone who knows me knows that I am a "packet caterer" unless it's a sit-down dinner (which I usually get Ian to cook anyway!). If this was a Wedding/21st etc you could end up with 50 people instead of 110 - this could cost you thousands!!!
What I am saying is this - if you care anything about the person who gives you an invitation for any event/party, show them you care by replying to their kind invitation by either the means they request or if that's too hard for you, give them a call. If you think that it's a load of unnecessary rubbish, then it's time you thought of what that person means to you, because it is probably different to what you mean to them, and I have been hurt by this in the past.
And now for the positive (yep, left it to the end) if you are sending out invites, a novel way I heard about a few years ago was putting "RSVP with regrets" meaning that people only needed to RSVP if they weren't coming... worth a thought!
Kath xo
We live in a society where people think it's okay to turn up to Weddings without even a phone call to the couple or their parents (depending on who is hosting the Wedding) to indicate that they are coming. Sorry, but this is plain rude.
Why does this irate me so? Well, think about it - you plan anything from a morning tea for four to a Wedding for 300 guests (thankfully it wasn't my Wedding) and you like to know how many people to expect. Ian & I regularly have Football nights (League and Union incase any misguided Europeans are reading this) and have a "just turn up" invitation. That said, we know we can expect anything from none to a dozen or so people. It's no skin off our nose, because anyone who knows me knows that I am a "packet caterer" unless it's a sit-down dinner (which I usually get Ian to cook anyway!). If this was a Wedding/21st etc you could end up with 50 people instead of 110 - this could cost you thousands!!!
What I am saying is this - if you care anything about the person who gives you an invitation for any event/party, show them you care by replying to their kind invitation by either the means they request or if that's too hard for you, give them a call. If you think that it's a load of unnecessary rubbish, then it's time you thought of what that person means to you, because it is probably different to what you mean to them, and I have been hurt by this in the past.
And now for the positive (yep, left it to the end) if you are sending out invites, a novel way I heard about a few years ago was putting "RSVP with regrets" meaning that people only needed to RSVP if they weren't coming... worth a thought!
Kath xo
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
195 more sleeps*... and then none!
Well for those of you who have not heard yet - There is going to be a little Pilgrim gracing our (hopefully new) home come April (approx* 11th). So now is the time for the child-haters among you to bid us farewell!!!
It's amazing the miracle of life that a child is. So far my son/daughter has brought about (approx) 3 GP visits, 4 blood tests, 2 Scans and an Obstetrician visit (with a bonus scan) - and it is only 12 weeks old!!! I go to different Medicare offices to claim each time as I am a little embarrassed about how much this is costing us!
So for the time being I am treasuring my nausea, naps (don't laugh, it is a hard slog getting through 7.30am-3pm without a nodd off) and aversion to most foods (although Indian is one of the few things I can happily digest). Thankfully the advice I have been given is practical and useful (and mostly given by people who have had at least one child in the past 10 years).
This may all sound "gross" or daunting, but mark my words when you (and your partner) first see that little hearbeat, or those tiny legs and arms waving around, you know it is all worth it (well until the dirty nappies and sleepless nights rear their ugly head)!
Kath xo
It's amazing the miracle of life that a child is. So far my son/daughter has brought about (approx) 3 GP visits, 4 blood tests, 2 Scans and an Obstetrician visit (with a bonus scan) - and it is only 12 weeks old!!! I go to different Medicare offices to claim each time as I am a little embarrassed about how much this is costing us!
So for the time being I am treasuring my nausea, naps (don't laugh, it is a hard slog getting through 7.30am-3pm without a nodd off) and aversion to most foods (although Indian is one of the few things I can happily digest). Thankfully the advice I have been given is practical and useful (and mostly given by people who have had at least one child in the past 10 years).
This may all sound "gross" or daunting, but mark my words when you (and your partner) first see that little hearbeat, or those tiny legs and arms waving around, you know it is all worth it (well until the dirty nappies and sleepless nights rear their ugly head)!
Kath xo
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World!
As usual, a lot has happened since my last post. I am still on good hours at the local school (today I was lucky enough to re-arrange the uniform display outside the Principal's office while one of the kindy kids were trying to get out of doing their work) and I am still running round like a mad thing doing things that just over 12 months ago I would not be caught doing!
Life isn't always like this though... a couple of weeks ago Ian and I went to Sydney for our friend Anthony's wedding - on a Thursday... Now, Anthony, I say this as a sister - that's strange, even for you!!! We had great fun sharing Anthony & Jeannette's special day and look forward to seeing them this weekend.
We then came home for a week and then it was back down the Pacific Highway to Sydney and then Vincentia for "Holidays". Yes, I use the term loosely. You see, we are currently selling our Sydney property and buying a block of land up here in Gloucester and then popping a mansion (in my own mind) on top of it. Yes, we are mad. No, we didn't get a very long holiday (but we did enjoy the lack of alarm clock for a few days!).
One of the highlights was seeing the Dragons (the mightly St George Illawarra) play Penrith on Friday night up at Penrith. No, I really don't want to talk about the narrow defeat of my beloved Dragons, or the "old enough to be my son" security guard who stopped me from getting an autograph from Nathan Brown, so I will focus on the Krispy Kreme Donuts instead.
This is the point where I lovingly blame Dave of cafedave.net for mentioning them to me in the first place. I HAD to seek them out!!! It got so bad in fact that Ian and I HAD to stop by the Botany Krispy Kreme store on our way home on Sunday to get supplies!!!
It was hard going back to the kiddies on Monday...
K xo
Life isn't always like this though... a couple of weeks ago Ian and I went to Sydney for our friend Anthony's wedding - on a Thursday... Now, Anthony, I say this as a sister - that's strange, even for you!!! We had great fun sharing Anthony & Jeannette's special day and look forward to seeing them this weekend.
We then came home for a week and then it was back down the Pacific Highway to Sydney and then Vincentia for "Holidays". Yes, I use the term loosely. You see, we are currently selling our Sydney property and buying a block of land up here in Gloucester and then popping a mansion (in my own mind) on top of it. Yes, we are mad. No, we didn't get a very long holiday (but we did enjoy the lack of alarm clock for a few days!).
One of the highlights was seeing the Dragons (the mightly St George Illawarra) play Penrith on Friday night up at Penrith. No, I really don't want to talk about the narrow defeat of my beloved Dragons, or the "old enough to be my son" security guard who stopped me from getting an autograph from Nathan Brown, so I will focus on the Krispy Kreme Donuts instead.
This is the point where I lovingly blame Dave of cafedave.net for mentioning them to me in the first place. I HAD to seek them out!!! It got so bad in fact that Ian and I HAD to stop by the Botany Krispy Kreme store on our way home on Sunday to get supplies!!!
It was hard going back to the kiddies on Monday...
K xo
Monday, August 23, 2004
Changes...
It's amazing how little or how much a person can change in a year. Take this last 12 months (or slightly more). I have gone from a city loving (and still do) washed up yuppie of sorts to looking after country kids at the local school. My days have gone from 10+ caffeine-intensive hours to help with spelling, maths, shoelaces, opening packets of recess, skinned knees, earaches, photocopying (okay, nothing new there) and dealing with "special needs". Even when I do a "full day" it's 8.30-3.15...
My days are filled with "what do I have to bring to craft this week", KYB prep (women's Bible study) and CWA stuff (as well as my many other hats I have these days).
Do I miss my old life? Yes, parts of it. Do I want to go back? No, not really... Just throttle me if I become a farmer... as if the cake-making isn't bad enough!
Kath xo
My days are filled with "what do I have to bring to craft this week", KYB prep (women's Bible study) and CWA stuff (as well as my many other hats I have these days).
Do I miss my old life? Yes, parts of it. Do I want to go back? No, not really... Just throttle me if I become a farmer... as if the cake-making isn't bad enough!
Kath xo
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