One of those days
Sigh. You know those days when you just need to sigh? Well, I'm having one of those.
I woke up quite excited, my football team was playing a home game this afternoon and I have season tickets with some super-fun peeps, who I really only get to see at football time, so was pumped to see them and watch the footy. Also, my parentals arrived back today from a long-overdue overseas trip through Bali and Kuala Lumpur and I was looking forward to a lengthy chit-chat with my Mum, who I had warned repeatedly not to go near street monkeys. Seriously, I did. You do not want to mess with those monkeys, people.
All was going swimmingly, but then the Broncos lost (boo and hiss to Israel Folau being injured in the first half, and double boo and hiss to Corey Parker not playing) quite convincingly to my least favourite team. I don't want to say I hate them. But... I hate the Warriors.
After the football, we went for a drink, although I declined the amber nectar, and had lovely over-priced bottled water, as I'm pushing myself for this, remember? Then I realised just how not exciting pubs are when you aren't actually drinking! Yawn. Sigh.
I did get to speak to my Mum this evening, not for too long though. She did tell me about an amazing open-air free-flying exotic bird park somewhere, with incredible and rare tropical birds flying around. And she also sniffled a lot, poor dear. She and my step-dad caught an awful flu bug on the very last day of their holiday, and flew back all blocked up and croaky. Sorry to anyone else on their flight, I'm sure that every single person on the plane is just as sick as my folks now. Ugh.
My Grandad is not well. In a serious old-man-not-well way. (But he beat swine flu last year - legend!) Mum's flying to Melbourne tomorrow to be with him and her brother. So, I'm sorry to anyone on that flight too, you'll probably get sick. Grandad is my last remaining grandparent, but we certainly aren't close. I love him, but I'm definitely a lot more upset for my Mum losing her father, than I am for losing a grandparent. I guess when you grow up not really knowing someone due to distance and family circumstances, you learn to grieve for them before they pass. Is that odd? It might just be me, I don't really deal with family grief well. I like to pretend it doesn't exist. Out of sight... you know.
Thanks for listening.
If we listened to our intellect we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go in business because we'd be cynical: "It's gonna go wrong." Or "She's going to hurt me." Or,"I've had a couple of bad love affairs, so therefore . . ." Well, that's nonsense. You're going to miss life. You've got to jump off the cliff all the time and build your wings on the way down.
~ Ray Bradbury
On the up-side, this quote is truly what got me out of my funk long enough to turn on my computer, write for you kind folks, check the weather for tomorrow, plan a work outfit and paint my nails a sunshine-y orange to cheer me up. So thanks for the quote, Nikki!
Nikki has a great blog, and a fantastic sense of style. Visit her today!
I woke up quite excited, my football team was playing a home game this afternoon and I have season tickets with some super-fun peeps, who I really only get to see at football time, so was pumped to see them and watch the footy. Also, my parentals arrived back today from a long-overdue overseas trip through Bali and Kuala Lumpur and I was looking forward to a lengthy chit-chat with my Mum, who I had warned repeatedly not to go near street monkeys. Seriously, I did. You do not want to mess with those monkeys, people.
All was going swimmingly, but then the Broncos lost (boo and hiss to Israel Folau being injured in the first half, and double boo and hiss to Corey Parker not playing) quite convincingly to my least favourite team. I don't want to say I hate them. But... I hate the Warriors.
After the football, we went for a drink, although I declined the amber nectar, and had lovely over-priced bottled water, as I'm pushing myself for this, remember? Then I realised just how not exciting pubs are when you aren't actually drinking! Yawn. Sigh.
I did get to speak to my Mum this evening, not for too long though. She did tell me about an amazing open-air free-flying exotic bird park somewhere, with incredible and rare tropical birds flying around. And she also sniffled a lot, poor dear. She and my step-dad caught an awful flu bug on the very last day of their holiday, and flew back all blocked up and croaky. Sorry to anyone else on their flight, I'm sure that every single person on the plane is just as sick as my folks now. Ugh.
My Grandad is not well. In a serious old-man-not-well way. (But he beat swine flu last year - legend!) Mum's flying to Melbourne tomorrow to be with him and her brother. So, I'm sorry to anyone on that flight too, you'll probably get sick. Grandad is my last remaining grandparent, but we certainly aren't close. I love him, but I'm definitely a lot more upset for my Mum losing her father, than I am for losing a grandparent. I guess when you grow up not really knowing someone due to distance and family circumstances, you learn to grieve for them before they pass. Is that odd? It might just be me, I don't really deal with family grief well. I like to pretend it doesn't exist. Out of sight... you know.
Thanks for listening.
If we listened to our intellect we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go in business because we'd be cynical: "It's gonna go wrong." Or "She's going to hurt me." Or,"I've had a couple of bad love affairs, so therefore . . ." Well, that's nonsense. You're going to miss life. You've got to jump off the cliff all the time and build your wings on the way down.
~ Ray Bradbury
On the up-side, this quote is truly what got me out of my funk long enough to turn on my computer, write for you kind folks, check the weather for tomorrow, plan a work outfit and paint my nails a sunshine-y orange to cheer me up. So thanks for the quote, Nikki!
Nikki has a great blog, and a fantastic sense of style. Visit her today!
Posted by Katy Potaty CUPCAKE LADY at Sunday, March 28, 2010 8:16 PM 
Categories: blogs, real life/foibles
Categories: blogs, real life/foibles
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