Wednesday, June 22, 2005

I have been meaning to get around to this little meme (is that a real word or some sort of internet thing like “blog”?) about books, because well, I love books and always have a couple on the go. I have been known to do late night flits to my local huge chain store bookshop when I was in danger of finishing something too soon.

Total number of books I’ve owned: Hmm. I guess I now have a few hundred, but over time there have probably been thousands. I do try and cull every now and then, when I run out of book shelves. Even if I like a book, if I never want to read it again it gets donated to the op-shop or given to someone else. My Mum is a librarian, and I think I read every book in her library when I was a kid. She would bring home twenty books and I would have read 19 of them.

Last book I bought: I recently popped into a bookshop to buy a birthday present for my 4 year old god-daughter. She got two books, unborn baby got four books, and I got five books. The last one on the receipt was The Wind Up Bird Chronicle , by Haruki Murakami.

Last book I read: Um, I think it was Baby Love , by Robin Barker. I am trying to be prepared for the new arrival, lest we get home and just stare at each other with me saying “So, do you need to sleep now, or what?”.
I am also reading March by Geraldine Brooks, that was leant to me by my mother in law. It is the story of the father of the”Little Women” family. Not sure if I like it really, is it kind of cheating to use someone else’s story as a background to yours?

Five books that mean a lot to me:
A hard one – but who am I to turn down a challenge of this magnitude! I laugh in the face of doubters! These are but a few…
The Chronicles of Narnia by CS Lewis
Cloudstreet by Tim Winton
Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Sophie’s World by Jostein Gaarder
The Witches by Roald Dahl

Thanks to Fluid Pudding for putting my brain to work. It’s gone a bit like mushy peas lately. I tag anyone who is interested. Rae ? Lucinda ? Unfortunately not Suzette who has sadly given up the blog, she will be missed!

Friday, June 10, 2005

I feel like death warmed up today, after three hours sleep last night. It's kind of a long story involving overworked hospital emergency departments - and no, it wasn't me in an emergency situation. Mr R, who is quite fit and healthy, had some unusual chest pains a couple of days ago, and his doctor thought it would be best to have a full check up at the hospital. Unfortunatley he didn't have his doctors appt until 8pm last night, so he got to the hospital at about 9.30, and we left at 2.30am. Yep - 5 hours later, thankfully with a clean bill of health. I did make him go to the doctors so I guess I can't complain, better to be safe than sorry.

I nearly stole the gorgeous baby in the cubicle next to us, but then she coughed a horrible croupy cough and I changed my mind. I got a view of an old man's nether regions that nobody should have to see. My butt fell asleep on the hard chair, whilst Mr R, feeling perfectly fine, and not six months pregnant, dozed on the hospital stretcher. And the only form of entertainment was the TV tuned to "Big Brother up late and live and rude and are these the dumbest housemates ever?" Gah - that was torture in itself. I do know now however, that you can SMS a message to the late show that they then scroll across the bottom of the screen. So it's all things like "OMG I Luv BB! Show me more boobs!" or perhaps "Hi STCY, LUV U, U R as G8 as Christie xx", each at a cost of 55c. Channel 10 are making a fortune from this drivel. There was a good 10 -15 minutes of footage of two people kissing, when there were other people awake having actual conversations. Obviously the producers too are offended by the level of intelect in that house when it is preferrable to watch a game of tonsil hockey.

Blah, so the plan for the weekend is to catch up on missed sleep and then paint the nursery. And do some Sudoku of course - I told you we know how to have fun.

Thursday, June 02, 2005

This entry is all about providing indisputable proof that my husband and I are complete dorks. I say this is the week to embrace your dorkiness. Stand proud!
The evidence so far:
1. I have fallen for Sudoku, even to the extent of downloading extra puzzles from that web link. Last night Mr R and I had a race to solve the same puzzle, he won after I was rudely interrupted by a phone call from my mother. I've said it before, and I'll say it again - we know how to have a good time.
2. We saw the new star wars movie on the weekend, and Mr R was so excited he nearly squeezed my hand off during the opening theme music. He actually clapped at some points during the movie, and I got all embarrassed and told him to settle down. This is maybe not totally dorky - some people I know saw the movie twice on the first day of release...
3. The only pants that fit me now come somewhere up around my arm pits. Give me a couple of pens and a calculator and the look is complete. They are still a bit big to allow for the extra growing room, so I spend all day hitching them up, but I dont fit into any of my normal clothes. I feel as if people at work are going to get very sick of the same couple of pairs of pants everyday for the next 11 weeks. Not to mention how sick I am of them already.
Now we just need our little baby dork to come along to complete our dorky family. Names currently being considered - Irwin, Frank, Barbara, Freda.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

I'm sure I've talked about my kooky sister before. It was my Mum's brithday recently, and we had a last minute decision to come to my place for dinner to celebrate. So I ring my sister.
Me: You know we are having dinner here tonight, and I haven't had time to get Mum a present. What should we get?
Her: I don't know!
Me: Maybe some purfume? A massage voucher? Some DVDs?
Her: Yeah, maybe. I am really busy today though and I won't have time to get anything.
Me: Ok, well I will try to get to the shops and find something, or she will have to wait until I am more organised. What is that noise in the background? Where are you?
Her: Oh, that was the public address system, I am at a shopping centre.
Me: A shopping centre.
Her: Yep.
Me: Like one where they sell all sorts of things we could give Mum for her birthday?
Her: Oh yeah. Good point.
We both laugh for about five minutes.
Ah, the gene pool this poor kid is drawing from is scary.

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