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This always bring my inner giggle out. I have played this joke on my kids resulting in rolled eyes and telling me how pathetic I am. I just love it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dz3whuYYxG0

Work is Boring!

I started a new job in January this year with a large construction company. We submitted a tender on the May 14th. This was an amazing experience, working long hours and not being with my family for almost a month. One day I worked from 8am to 2am the following morning. I actually understand why people become workaholics. There were plenty of up and downs and you get to see peoples true personalities when under pressure.

I met a wonderful lady who was temporially on this tender. She was such a inspiration to me, kept me motiviated and made me laugh. At first I thought she was a little mad – then I realized how similar I was to her. She has 2 girls roughly around the same age as me and we are only 10 days apart in age. We loved all things nerdy, i.e. Doctor Who and computers. She has now moved back home – 1000 km away. It’s amazing when you just click with someone. I wished she lived near me. I miss her.

The tender party was the best night out I have had in years. I learnt that Red Bull and Vodka really does give you wings. I even had several men hit on me and now that I’m old and saggy it was quite suprising. Another work college tells me I’m quite the flirt when I party. I don't believe that for a second, I am old and sedated now!

I just reread my last post – my apoligies for such poor English – I recall I had written it after a few wines. All posts will be sober from now on.

Why is work boring you might ask – I HAVE NOTHING TO DO. I think in the last 2 weeks, I have done a total of 10 hours actual work. We won’t know if we get this tender September, so it’s a waiting game. A girl can only Google so much or watch rerun’s of TV shows. I have been getting into other peoples blogs, which reminds me how poorly I write. Maybe I should do an extention English course, or maybe I should have listened at school all those years ago.

I just think I will write mindless dribble on my blog everyday – not that anyone will read it.

Looking back at what I have written today – the amount of times I have written “I” is amazing. I guess Blogs are all about “I”.

I just found my Blog!!!

Well it has been a while.... a long long while. I haven't been able to log onto this blog because I got a new computer - lost the details then tonight in my infinite wisdom worked out how to log back onto it.
Live now that I am FORTY TWO has been busy and a challenge. The boy is a Uni doing a music degree, which means 4 more years of support. I left home at 16 - supported myself and was very independent. Hard to relate to.
My girls who are 13 and 15 are a major challenge, they don't have the same motivation as the Boy - Lazy like there mum. I just hope they can get it together and enjoy life.
I have just returned from the Bluesfest - OMG (yes I can use teenage acronyms if I want to - HANNAH) What can I say, it was the best time I have had all year. I intend to make it my yearly pilgrimage. Highlights were Buddy Guy, The Swell Season, Umphrey MgGee and hanging with my Cousin Jeremy and his partner Kristian. They are in there 30's and I could defiantly not keep up. Yes – this is me after 40 – so I can't party like I'm 35 any more. That's why I love the Bluesfest – you can take a camping chair – sit yourself down and appreciate the music. Am I old?

I just love watching live music. This year I also took the boy to the BDO. This was NOT the live music experience I was to repeat. It started out with the boy and two of his mate at the pub at 10 am in the morning... You see the boy turned 18 on that day so he could legally drink. Me trying to be cool mum said – let's drink! BAD MOVE. After two jugs of beer we wander down to the BDO at 11 in the morning. We walk in – go to the main stage and that was the last time I see the boy. Lucky I actually have other friends I caught up with, that was fun, I got to see Magic Dirt – who I have been wanting to see for 15 years. Then we tried to get into the Main Stage to see Lily Allen. This is where it all went very wrong. We got caught in a crowd crush. I managed to see Dizzy Rascal and lilly then I totally couldn't handle it . If it wasn't for a few text from a mate, I would of gone home. I lost my other mates and ended up on a hill watching Muse. Highlights – taking the Boy to the pub for the first time and buying him a drink. Dizzy Rascal singing Bonkers – my theme song at the moment and Magic Dirt. Never again will I go to a BDO – too many people – toilets were disgusting NOTHING like the bluesfest.

Other major highlight of my year was seeing “them Crooked Vultures” Josh Homes” is the best looking ranga EVER. I want and would have his babies. Promise to write more soon.

That's Life Jim, but not as we know it!

Well it’s been one of those weeks. Why are Engineers so grumpy one minute and nice as pie the other? The people I work with can be so hot and cold from second to the other. Someone should teach them patience. Maybe I mother them too much. I’m a nice person; I try to maintain a friendly vibe at work. How do I change the status quo?

Hannah got her first afternoon detention yesterday. Ms Cameron phoned me at work to say she is talking in class and being cheeky. Now that doesn’t sound like my Miss Hannah. Wonder where she gets it from. Hannah phones me in the afternoon in a panic – “MUM, how much trouble am I in”. I think she asked me about 10 times. All I could say is – “Hannah, I talk to about it when I get home”. I had the power for once. She’s grounded for at least a week. Must be hard to be the youngest and see her brother and sister basically do whatever they like.

Speaking of the sister, Em has a boyfriend and is madly chating on MSN every night. Should I check her chat history? It’s a tough call, but my sweet and innocent child is growing up way too quickly. Empowering your kids is a hard thing to do – how far can you go. Emilie had her first major dummy spit last Friday night. Slamming doors, threatened to go and live with her friend. We said go for it, one less mouth to feed. Kids - got to love them

I'm in the Paper - MAJOR EMBARRASMENT

Well they did it. Oh they promised my Mother wouldn't recognise me. I'm only posting this on here for filing purposes as only selected few can read my blog. So I can look back and say I did actually exercise.

I had texts from friends wanting autographs etc. Have to say was I very embarrassed, I didn’t think it would be such a large photo.

News – Hannah’s teams is in the Semi Finals and should make the Grand Finals. First time she’s been in a final since she started playing 8 years ago. Exciting times!

Quote from Andy Rooney

in case you missed it on 60 Minutes, this is what Andy Rooney thinks about women over 40 As I grow in age, I value women over 40 most of all. Here are just a few reasons why: A woman over 40 will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think. If a woman over 40 doesn't want to watch the game, she doesn't sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do, and it's usually more interesting. Women over 40 are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it. Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it's like to be unappreciated. Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over 40. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 40 is far sexier than her younger counterpart. Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off you are a jerk if you are acting like one. You don't ever have to wonder where you stand with her. Yes, we praise women over 40 for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed, hot woman over 40, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some 22-year old waitress. Ladies, I apologize. For all those men who say, "Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?", here's an update for you. Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage. Why? Because women realize it's not worth buying an entire pig just to get a little sausage! Andy Rooney is a really smart guy!

This guy took a photo of me at the pool today

Interesting day! On my quest for fitness and slim hope of being fit, for the last 3 years I try to swim during my lunch break at work. It was a beautiful day and after procrastinating for 3 months or so, I decided to take myself off for actual exercise. Gingerly I sneak myself out of the change rooms, towel wrapped over necessary embarrassing parts, I jump in the pool as quickly as possible so no one is to see me in my togs. Warm up lap is 100 metres of kick - then I notice this guy with a very professional looking camera - talking to a very fit middle age guy, then camera guy starts to take photos of him treading water, swimming etc. I think this must be some politician or celebrity having a photo shoot. Avoiding the camera shots wherever possible I carry on my attempt at swimming 20 laps. As I swim back to one end, Camera guy and assistant are smiling at me with very big grins. I ask. I find out they are doing a feature article for the courier mail on people who swim in winter and use the pool during there lunch breaks. Arron - who runs the pool - has dobbed me in. So they convince me to have my photo taken. Panic sets in. I say no initially, then camera guy tells me my mother won't even recognise me. OK I can hack this. I laugh and tell camera guy I am way too old to do this. He tells me I am way younger than him. I don't believe him. Photos are taken of me with kicking with a board and I swam as low as possible in the water. Only a headshots please. I just hope that my mother won't recognize me or anyone else.