Monday, May 30, 2005

Thanks for those magic car fairies out there scouting the market for my ideal model. Considering that I keep falling for cars just a little outside my budget, I have decided to take a wait and see approach for the moment, perhaps the right thing will magically fall into my lap.

I took Mr R baby goods shopping yesterday - mostly so he would get an idea of what he was in for. Just about all of our friends have kids, and yet Mr R lives in a fog regarding the amount of, well, stuff, that you can get for kids. I think he thought pram shopping would be a 5 minute choice between two models and maybe a couple of colours. Someone asked him a couple of weeks ago if we had bought any furniture, and he replied with a puzzled expression that we had just bought a new TV cabinet. He really has very little idea. So, I gingerly held his hand as we stepped into one of those Baby Superstores, and although he nearly fainted, he did ok on the whole. We didn't actually buy anything, but after a confusing demonstration on how to fold up prams (I don't think I will ever get it!), and why the Bugaboo is the best and fully worth $1400 (ahem - their words, not mine), at least now he has an idea of what we (and the bank balance) are up for. It also helps us now to look out for potential bargains on ebay in the trading post.

And something light for a Monday - see if you can spot the lie..
Challenged by the spunky and tummy growing Rae:
Three screen names that you have had: Saminoz, Sarah, godoggies (about the Bulldogs - not any sort of sexual position!)
Three things you like about your self: My sense of humour; my height; my generosity.
Three things you don’t like about your self: My bossy nature, my inability to take criticism, my feet
Three parts of your heritage: English, Australian (a long way back) and um, not sure. According to every taxi driver I meet, I must have some Greek/Italian/Spanish because of my dark hair and eyes.
Three things that scare you: Not so much giving birth, but looking after a tiny baby; spiders; skydiving.
Three of your everyday essentials: tea; moisturiser, peanut butter
Three things you are wearing right now: maternity trousers; super comfy granny underpants; my new tiffany bracelet Mr R gave me for my 30th. (and other things too - what a pretty picture that paints!)
Three of your favorite songs: Sheesh - thats hard - these change about every 5 minutes. "Catch my Disease" (Ben Lee - this whole album is my number 1 at the moment); "The Luckiest" (Ben Folds - my goodness this makes me cry cry cry); "The Scientist" (Coldplay - also makes me bawl) I am sensing some hormonally driven choices here!
Three new things you want to try in the next 12 months: Mastering the art of breastfeeding; some good celebratory French Champagne toasting a healthy baby; Sushi again!
Three things I want in a relationship: Fun; understanding; love love love
Two truths and a lie: I have been arrested; I used to be a nanny (so should know how to look after babies); I have never had a Big Mac.
Three things you can’t do without: Shampoo; Mr R; vanilla ice-cream
Three places you want to go on vacation: Japan; China; Canada
Three things you just can’t do: Curl my tongue; ski; dance
Three kids names: These are three I like that didn't make it to our short list (vetoed by Mr R). Charlotte (from Charlotte's web); Lucy (from the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe); Oscar (from Sesame Street)
Three things you want to do before you die: Attend my Children's weddings; the Milford Sound walk in NZ; get fit enough to do the Milfound Sound walk in NZ
Three Celeb crushes: George Clooney; Tom Williams; that little kid from the HBA commercial.
Three people you want to know these things about: I don't want to force anyone but if you'd like to join in (it has been fun), please do so on your blog and then leave a comment!

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

I have been having a very bad run with car problems lately.

It all started when I was driving Mr R's work car, and had a run in with a bike. A push bike. I was quietly minding my own business, sitting stationary in traffic at some traffic lights, when a not too good cyclist was riding along the footpath. He swerved to go around some pedestrians and a lamp post - riding at no more than 2 kms an hour, and somehow managed to fall off the footpath, and his bike and land akwardly on the front panel of the car, next to the bonnet. I wound down ny window and politely asked him if he was alright, and then asked him if there was any damage to the car. "Hmm", he said "there is a bit of a dent, but it will just pop right out again!". At this point I was starting to get a bit annoyed, "Well yeah, but I am not a panel beater, so I am not sure how I am going to pop it right out again. I am going to have to get your details." Then the traffic behind me starts beeping as if I am having a casual chat with this cyclist for the fun of it, so we move up the road a bit where we can sort of pull over. He finds his business card. I swear at a taxi driver abusing me. All is just peachy. (Not for him when he got the $900 bill for the damage - I feel a bit sorry for him. Can you get insurance when you ride a bike for damage to other road users?)

Then my sister decides she doesn't want to drive around my old little '86 laser anymore because she has a better offer, and I now have to try and sell the bloody thing. Roadworthy certificates, advertising, people ringing at all hours, it is driving me crazy. Then my current car breaks down so I am back in my little Laser hoping to not get crushed by rampaging trucks and suburban 4WDs.

At the same time I am looking around for a suitable car to replace mine that will fit a baby seat and pram and yet is not too big. I am currently in a Commodore which is snoringly boring and too big for me. I am so sick of cars and car stuff - I really hate everything to do with cars. I want a visit from the magic car fairy that will take away my old cars, deliver me with something suitable, and leave my bank balance intact.

This all seems much worse than it really is due to my currently fragile mental state, where I find myself crying for no reason all the time. Last week Mr R told a joke that had me hysterically sobbing. He is now sort of carefully tiptoeing around me, hoping to not offend. But it's hard for him, when at any point he could get in trouble for chewing, or showering, or talking during Lost. If only he would become the magic car fairy, he might be back in my good books.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

I am still recovering from my 30th on the weekend. It was just a casual get together at our place on Sunday afternoon, and it all went swimmingly, but the preparation really took it out of me. Must be getting old or something!

An update for those who are interested, we had our ultrasound last Thursday, and it was quite a thrill to see the little baby waving a kicking around in there. My next job is to try to get around to it and add the photo to Flickr (I am not very good at that). All looks good and my dates are confirmed - due 24th Sep. I didn't think I was concerned that it would not all be well, but I did get a feeling of relief when he said it was, so I must have been a bit worried. Mr R was pretty chuffed too - now he knows there really is a baby in there - although he has some concern of the due date being Grand Final day. Not that babies ever come on time, or that Collingwood will be anywhere near the Grand Final, so I think he can relax on that one! We didn't find out the sex, and our next step is to fight over baby names for boys and girls. I am struggling on both, this baby could end up being called baby forever.

Next post will contain nothing about babies or my birthday - I think I have over blogged both!

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