Broadening Horizons

One of the things I’ve discovered since becoming part of a loving-committed relationship, is that you get to share each other’s likes and dislikes.  Okay, that’s pretty obvious but the point I’m trying to make here is, by sharing that you can also broaden your horizons.  I’ve discovered the world of computer games, if only by proxy. I like watching some of them being played, but not so keen on playing them myself, except Guitar Hero.  I’d never read a Graphic Novel before (not through any grand snobby notion about ‘great literature’, just didn’t occur to me to look at them).  We had comics as kids  (My uncle had given us a big box of them, my favourites were Archie & Veronica, Peanuts, Garfield & Casper.)  but have not read any since I was able to read ‘chapter books’.  I am now half way through V for Vendetta, which I’ve been dipping into between books.

I’ve watched many movies that I otherwise would not have chosen to watch.  Some of which I have surprisingly enjoyed.  Watchmen– (careful not to type ‘The Watchmen‘ so as not to attract any wrath),  being a notable example.  Okay, not too far outside of my box, but not something I would’ve chosen for myself.  As far as superheros go, I’ve really only been a fan of Superman.  Even then, only the Christopher Reeves movies (1 & 2).  Watchmen has clear, well defined characters (with histories) and an interesting story.  It’s not just a showcase for super hero stunts & special effects.

Last night we went to see Kick Ass. My boyfriend won free tickets to an advanced screening.  While he loved it (“Awesome”, was a word he used), I wasn’t so keen.  The initiating idea was new (at least to me) but it was a teenage boy fantasy come true.  There’s nothing wrong with that, but given that I’m not a teenage boy (and never was) I guess it wasn’t really going to appeal to me.  Although, I did see quite a few females in the audience enjoying themselves.  I’m not a fan of gratuitous violence, and long actions scenes.  I’m not offended by it, it just doesn’t appeal.  (In the same way that I’m not offended by Highschool the Musical but it just doesn’t appeal).  If you’ve read the comic and enjoyed it, go see it.

And that’s the end of this post.  I know it doesn’t read like it’s the end but, as you know, the beauty of blogging on the internet is that we can follow our own rules.


A new skill

Encouraged by my Personal Trainer, who says we should learn a new skill every year, I have decided to learn a new skill.  Most probably not what she had in mind, but I decided to learn how to play Guitar Hero.  It’s fun, it promotes concentration and hand-eye coordination.  Best of all my teacher is VWB [1], and we get to share some fun time together.  (I know, Awwww)

So far I’m still on the Easy level, and playing Bass. I think my percentage is averaging in the late 80s early 90s, so not doing too badly so far. I find it easiest when I can play by ear, but that seems to be a bad thing to do because sometimes I can’t always hear the notes that I’m supposed to strum. Best to play by eye, but sometimes I can’t always see very well either. I think that’s a combination of me needing new contact lenses and because I concentrate so hard I don’t blink much and my eyes dry out!

Still, it’s a lot of fun. As someone who is not that much into computer games, I find it relaxing and rewarding. It’s great to get encouragement from VWB and lovely spending the time with him.


1.Very Wonderful Boyfriend


2009- The year that was

The year is drawing to a close, I thought I would do a bit of a retrospective.  Looking back there were a few highlights and lowlights for me.

In January Tony Martin & Ed Kavalee released a tribute podcast for their late colleague, who died the month before, Richard Marsland.

Also in January, I read a letter that I had written to myself that should have been opened on my 35th birthday but forgot.  I learned as mature as we think we are at 21, there’s still a long way to go.  We continue to grow and learn every year until we become the people we are, then grow and learn some more.

We remember the bushfires that ravaged us in February.  It’s almost one third of the way through summer now and we all hope that we won’t see any more this year.  Though unfortunately there have already been some in other states.  Out of the bushfires came a monumental community urge to help.  One of the ways this manifested was the Sound Relief concert, which I attended.  One of the most amazing days of my life.  The highlight being that the rains that day, which bucketed down, put out the last of the fires.

There have been some spectacular photos released of Saturn and its Moons from Cassini this year.  And we celebrated the 40th anniversary of the Moon landing.

Health wise: I’ve had bad sinuses since May.   In fact I had a chronic infection there for a while, and went on four courses of antibiotics.  The sinusitis persists as we speak.

House wise: I finally got my mains water pipe replaced!  No more rusty water & so much more pressure.  I still get a thrill every time I turn on a tap.   I painted my kitchen cupboards. I finally got my air conditioning installed!  I also have organised for Leaf Busters (not mythbusters as I kept accidentally telling people) to come and do my gutters so I never have to have them cleaned ever again.  And I will be replacing the corrugated fibreglass that covers the back with corrugated polycarbonate.

The Black Panel launched their podcast.

And the highest of all highlights for me is after a two and a bit year break my boyfriend and I got back together.  Not a planned thing, something that just sort of evolved.  We’re both very happily now living together.  It’s been a wonderful journey so far for the both of us.  Things developed rather rapidly, but I can’t express how right it feels.  I know people say that all the time, but this just feels right.  It is so different to last time.  This is the same VWB that suggested this very blog.   If you clicked the link above and went back to read the entry about my letter to myself, you would’ve read the paragraph where I express how content I was living the single life.  Perhaps you have to be happy with yourself as a single person before you can be happy as a . . . not-single person.


Generally about me, is all

I seem to be suffering from a chronic sinus infection.   It has been hanging on since May.  Maybe even before, I had headaches before then.  I’ve had 4 courses of antibiotics.  With the third we added steroids up the nose.  It seemed to clear it up, only for symptoms to reappear three weeks later.  I finished my fourth course of antibiotics a week ago yesterday.  It appears to have helped, but I’ve had horrible sinus headaches the past week.  I’m giving it until Monday then back to the GP who will likely send me to the specialist.

All sounds like bad news right?  Well, despite all this, I’ve been doing exceedingly well at gym!  I am now able to do chin-ups.  Multiple times!  I did three sets yesterday.  Five, then three, then five.  Thirteen altogether!  (Apparently not many girls can do that) I am also competing in the Global Corporate Challenge, and managed to get a personal best of 24,010 steps!

This illustrates a change in myself.  A few years back I would’ve let the sinus infection beat me, and just lounge around and do nothing.

I feel good!  I’m in pain, but I feel good!


It’s like spring at M*A*S*H

I was feeling pretty glum yesterday.  I’ve got this sinus infection that won’t go away.  It was my second day into painting the kitchen cupboards, and I wasn’t able to do it the way I wanted.  My grand ideas were just too fiddly and I hadn’t left myself enough time.  To top it all off the weather was all grey.

About 4.30pm it was all done except for the second coat.  I was tempted to ignore the recommended drying time and just go ahead and do the second coat.  Instead I made myself pack up for the day.  After cleaning myself up, I settled in to watch M*A*S*H, which always makes me feel better.

It was that episode where Sidney, the psychiatrist, decides to take a break at MASH and writes to Sigmund Freud about the people who work there.  Something that Sidney says at the end of the episode stuck with me.  BJ asks him if he’s feeling better.  He replies “It’s like spring at MASH. If you can’t find it, can’t feel it, you just go ahead and make it.”  He taps on his chest, “Somewhere in here, I’m coaxing a little bud to grow.”arbus_freedman

With that in mind, this morning I coaxed my own little bud to grow.  I put on The Mighty Boosh Radio Show,  (Guaranteed to coax a smile out of me) and slapped on that second coat.  There was even a little bit of sunshine this morning.

It’s all finished now and I’m feeling pretty good.  Click here for before and after photos.

Because The Boosh is loose and we’re a little bit RAW!


Letter to myself

You may remember a post I wrote this time last year where I mentioned a letter I had written to myself to be opened on my 35th birthday.  Well, my birthday came and went and I completely forgot about it until today.

I’m not sure what reminded me, but open it I have.  Read it even!  It turns out I was 21 when I wrote it, not 18 like I previously thought.

To put this in a historical context, curretly the french are testing Nuclea Wapons at Muroa Atoll, in the face of the rest of the world.  Paul Keating is PM, Jeff Kennett is Premier.  They are talking about putting in toll-ways.  The Grand Prix is going to be held at Albert Park and they are building the Casino.

Twenty-one (about to turn 22) year-old me seemed to be pre-occupied with one day finding a partner.  What an odd thing for someone so young to be pining for.  These days it doesn’t seem to bother me.  If I find a partner, well and good, if not I’m not really bothered.  I feel very comfortable in my little house, pottering about.  In fact at the moment, I’m probably more content now than I’ve ever been (not counting work).

I was amazed at how old I was getting!  Imagine that, at 22.  I haven’t out grown this, I’m still amazed at how old I am. Do you ever get to an age where you’re not amazed?  This kind of ties in with Miztres’, latest post.  (By the way Miztres, Twenty-one year-old me says to say hello, and that she hopes we’re still writing.)

And a final message to my Twenty-one year-old self (who has never used the Internet, so won’t get to read this).  I can tell you I’m many times more confident and sure of myself.  I also, (having worked hard at it) no longer care what other people think of me (except the important people of course, you know who you are).  I’m happy just to be me. We’ll keep in touch.  I’m re-sealing the letter to open when I’m 45.  I’ll include a printout of this entry.