The World's Slackest Blogger?

I don't know why it is but I am really good at reading my friends blogs every day or so, but am absolutely hopeless at updating mine. Maybe I would do better if I was working in an office and snuck some me-blog time into my day. Actually I had a boss so dumb (but in a friendly sort of way) once that I could have run my own business there and he wouldn't have noticed. It was funny because this guy was basically a clone of Jim's dad in American Pie. Needless to say I lasted at that company longer than he did!

Anyway, I have spent the last week trying to get all our colours and bathroom/kitchen colours (paint, tiles, etc) in order for the house contract signing. I am very excited (I know, I wasn't before) in an "over it" kind of way. I am beginning to think that carpet sales people are the new used car/photocopier sales people and will tell you anything to make a sale. I have noticed that when I tell them that I started my search in Sydney and due to the house not being fully up yet I won't be buying for at least 4-6 months that they seem to let their guard down a bit and seem to let go of the "bull" factor a bit... maybe it's just my perception.

Kath xo

70 Days to Go.... Baby Talk Warning!!!

That's right!!! Assuming our little angel arrives on the dot of 11 April, Ian and I are on our 70th last "child free" day (not that it isn't making its prescence felt... *kick*kick*feedmemum*kick*kick... you get the idea). It's all at the point where I can't wait for it all to be over and be presented with a cute little red screaming wrinkly thing... but that's just me (and Ian).

Some light heartedness on the subject. Some of you may know that (as embarrassing as it is) that I am a green P-Plater. In NSW the RTA now has printed on the bottom right corner of your L or P plates the maximum speed that you can go (for me it is 100 km/hr in a 100-110 zone). A couple of weeks ago I was out with a couple of friends in Sydney when my friend Andrew said (jokingly) "does that mean that you've got 100 days to go?", and to a red P-Plate "90 days to go?" and then (in a louder voice) - "She's in LABOUR!!!". After panicking (thinking my waters had broken way too early), I realised that he was looking at a L-Plate... Admittedly I still laugh sometimes when I see an L-plate because if they drive like I did back then, it would send me into labour!!!

Kath xo