The countdown ....

Wow - it's only 138 days until the wedding!! Or 4 months and 15 days! Now that world youth day is pretty much over (just "catch up" stuff to do now) my focus must move onto wedding planning. So much to do - so little time. Argh!

A long wait

Ok so it has been a long time between updates on my blog. However I have a very good reason for that (of course)!
So firstly 2 weeks ago I was sick while Paul and I had visitors staying from East Timor (who spoke very little English!!). Then last week Paul and I were at world youth day in Sydney and only got back on Sunday night at 10:30pm. Unfortuntely I never fully got over my cold before Sydney, so it's still hanging around. And now Paul seems to have picked it up as well. Normally he doesn't really get sick or only gets things mildly. However I think being out in the cold at Randwick really took it out of him. And since his work doesn't giv ehim sick leave until he's been there 3 months, he's currently going to work with a nasty head cold! Stink! I don't think the pregnant lady who sits next to him is very impressed - but what can he do! If he had sick leave then he would have taken a day off work and gotten better! Oh well - thats what you get working in the private sector aye :-)

Anyway so I will get up photos and stories from world youth day soon. This blog was really just to touch base and let you all know that I'm still alive and kicking :-D

So cold ......

Yes yes I know - stop grumbling about the cold as I no longer have any concept of "cold". However you try telling that to my body's temperature sensor. And why am I grumbling about it today anyway you may ask. Well Brisbane is having a nasty cold snap at the moment. Yesterday was a real Wellington day - cold but with a wind chill factor making it 5 degrees! Now that's cold by anyone's thermometer I say!

Now today I get into work just after 7:30 am as usual only to find that ALL the doors in the building are open (I work on the 3rd floor of a really old wooden university building). I have no idea why all the doors are open - but at 10:45am they still are. So there is a direct line between the cold air outside and my poor little fingers trying to type on my keyboard. I have even put on my fingerless mittens (they're very cute) but even they're not warm enough. So then I thought I'd shut the door to our room and at least keep the cold air out. My 2 workmates and I work in a "contractors" room at the university - so there is about 10 others from a company called Oakton. Anyway so the door had been shut for only a few minutes when someone came barging in to talk to someone and shock horror, left the door wide open. Fortunately this lady is nice so I forgave her ;-) But as she left I nicely asked her to shut the door as it was cold. She was nice and did so for me (she also offered me a blanket - te he). Anyway so the door was shut for another few minutes when one of the Oakton guys got up and left the room. And what did he do ... he not only left the door open, but he did it deliberately!! Yes that's right - he opened the door, and then looked behind it on the wall to see if there was a hook that he could "hook the door open" with. What a d*** head! He didn't even look at Nigel and I or ask if it was ok to leave the door open for such and such a reason! No - he wanted the door open so it was going to be open! The other point to note here is that Nigel, Richard and I sit in the open, right by the door. This arogant so and so sits on the other side of the room inside a little cubicle - so he doesn't feel the cold as much.

GRRRR! So obviously I'm peeved off right now! And cold! Grrr! And the fact that I have a head cold that I'm trying to get rid of before I go to world youth day next week doesn't make me like the guy anymore. Is it bad to wish bad things on him? Maybe a really nasty ingrown toenail? Or a rotton tooth? *sigh*

Anyway - off ot have yet another cup of coffee just to keep warm :-(

1 year in Brissy

Can you believe that one year ago today I picked up my 3 bags (thanks Paul), jumped on a plane and moved to Brisbane! Crazy! I can't believe it's been a whole year!!! And so much has happened in that year :-)

Actually this really is an eventful week really!
Monday July 7th: Jo & Tim Daggar's 1st wedding anniversary
Tuesday July 8th: My sisters birthday and the 1 year anniversary of Paul and I getting engaged
Wednesday July 9th: 4 year anniversary of Paul and I going out
Thursday July 10th: 1 year anniversary of me moving to Brisbane

WOW! Lots on aye! And can you believe that on such a week I have developed a yucky head cold! Yep that's right - and in the week before world youth day as well - doh! Hopefully I'm much better before Monday aye!!

4 years today!!!

Well it was 4 years ago today that Paul and I had our first date! And I still think he's a cutie ;-)

So happy anniversary Paul :-)

Happy Birthday big sister!

So today is my big sisters birthday. As I am still under 30 and she is now over 30 I am officially allowed to call her old - mwhahahahahaha! Although she is now 31 so I probably should have gloated about this a year ago! Oh well - better late than never! Actually that makes me realise - I am the only one in my family still under 30. My goodness - we're getting on folks!

It's quite funny actually as I'm the youngest of 6 kids and my brother Liam is 11 years older than me. Paul is the oldest of 5 kids and he is 10 years older than Michael. But my family is cooler as mum managed to go boy (Liam), girl (Rebecca), boy (Shanan), girl (Marea - happy birthday again), boy (James), girl (me :-) ). Paul's family goes boy (Paul), 3 girls (Claire, Anna, Theresa - and I always get the spelling wrong sorry!), boy (Michael). Although considering I see patterns in everything (spot the programmer) that is a nice pattern too.

Ok - I must be really bored if I'm talking about this sort of stuff.

So - the point of this posting was not to mull over family combinations but in fact to sing happy birthday to Marea. So ....

Happy birthday to you
You smell like a poo
You look like a monkey
And you talk like one too!

Te he he! Aren't I lovely :-)

Hope you have a great day Marea! Where ever you are in the world (I think you were in Finland or Sweden on your last blog posting)

Go Queensland!

Well this is the first time since I moved to Australia that I have felt "achievement" by something happening here. You know, like when the All Blacks or the Hurricanes win a game etc. What caused this level of "betrayal" - well Queensland winning the state of origin of course :-) You see it's not me being a traitor as there is no way NZ could have any part in the series - so it's ok to side with "my state" :-) I didn't really pay much attention to the first game to be honest - hadn't even realised it was on really. But Paul was doing St Johns for the 2nd one - so I watched in the the ads for whatever was on the other channel (House I think). Last night though I turned over after Ugly Betty finished (love that show) and watched it while doing some world youth day prep stuff on the laptop (gotta love the wireless broadband). And it was very exciting! We were down 4-8 not long before half time when I started watching and in the end we won 16-10! So Go Queensland :-)

I imagine there are lots of sore heads about town today though! Paul said that he could hear the crowd at the Arana Leagues club around the corner when Queensland scored their try to go 8-8 :-) He said they were even louder than me!

Who said I was the accident prone one ...

So I have been meaning to write about this for a week now but haven't as I wanted to put the pictures up too. But alas, if I don't write about it now then I never will! The photos can follow!

So ... Monday night last week I'm sitting on the train on the way home from work when my phone rings. It's Paul - he says to me that when I get home could I please go and pick up the car and pick him up from the hospital! So understandably I was a bit shaken by this and asked him what had happened. He replies, "I was knocked off my bike ... but I'm ok". We figured out what hospital he was at and how to get me to the hospital (Paul noramlly drives so I'm a little shaky on directons). So I get to the hospital and I'm 50/50 on whether Paul was so relaxed on the phone because (a) he really was ok or (b) he was trying to keep me calm.
By the time I got home, grabbed a few clothes for Paul (we had a meeting for WYD and he asked me to bring him some spare clothes) and drove to the hospital, it was just before 7pm. As I walked in the main door Paul was walking out to meet me - he had just been seen (good timing aye).
So ... as it turns out, Paul had been knocked off his bike .... by another cyclist!! Not a car like I had been thinking since his phone call (and like I had told Joel on the phone when I rang to say we'd be late for the meeting, if we made it at all). Apparently Paul had been cycling home, on the correct side of the bike path, when this idiot came flying around the corner, on the wrong side of the bike path and crashed straight into Paul. So Paul ended up with blood poring out of this little cut above his right eye, scraped knuckles, a scrape on his forearm, and some pretty rattled teeth.

So I'm very glad that he didn't get hit by a car as that may have been a whole other story!! Although it was really funny as after the massive swelling on his eye went down, the black eye came out. It fully looked like he had eye liner and mascara on for all of last week :-) Apparently people were avoiding sitting next to him on the train and everything. Te he - can you imagine lovely Paul being the big scary guy :-) So cute!!!

So that's my story anyway! And now that it's up I'll have to add some photos to the post :-)