tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63942372024-02-19T07:42:04.107-05:00Planet ClairePoking badgers with spoons since 2004Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.comBlogger744125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-15575142606852097312011-10-02T06:04:00.000-04:002011-10-02T06:04:19.907-04:00October the 2nd, 2011Lord only knows how long its been since I wrote here..... There have been deaths and births and earthquakes and graduations and many many months and miles but perhaps its time to get back to it?<br />
Let's just say its not entirely inconceivable that I will be writing again within the next few months.Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-47207967803756191992009-04-10T19:59:00.002-04:002009-04-10T20:02:10.889-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">To Do List...</span><br /><br />- sign up for yoga classes<br />- organise papers into some semblance of order<br />- fix comments on blog<br />- fold the washing<br />- write dissertation<br />- purchase more bookshelves<br />- defrag hard drivesBellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-40228611875335518692009-03-20T23:11:00.001-04:002009-03-20T23:13:01.788-04:00Right so I've tried fixing the html but as it transpires, I know precisely diddly-squat about it, so still I have no comments.<br />Anyone who knows what to do........ help!Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-76507304277195189352009-03-20T01:30:00.001-04:002009-03-20T01:32:02.177-04:00right well I've got the fancy new templatey thing going on, but its eaten my comments and haloscan isn't haloscan anymore its all foreign and I'm confused and despite following the instructions I cannae get it to work, so I'm going to have a shower now.<br /><br />This will serve me right for neglecting my blog for several months now, won't it?Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-57039583089431663762009-03-20T00:16:00.001-04:002009-03-20T00:17:49.548-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Testing, testing, 1,2,3....</span><br /><br />*taps mic*<br /><br />Is this thing on?......<br /><br />Can anybody hear me?Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-9466844112225119282008-12-09T04:59:00.002-05:002008-12-09T05:05:32.558-05:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">and......</span><br /><br />so it goes and so it goes and so it goes.<br /><br />Or, so it keeps coming. I'm so tired, but I need to count my blessings because around me there are those who are losing the things they treasure the most, and for the most part I still have the things I treasure the most.<br /><br />Thats the lesson.<br />Count your blessings and don't EVER take anything for granted.Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-55539085922667062102008-11-08T03:15:00.002-05:002008-11-08T03:27:34.915-05:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">One whole month....</span><br /><br />...since I blogged.<br /><br />Since then I.... quit my job, got another. Went to Wanaka for 4 days and didn't wear shoes once. Had my prayers answered about leadership of the country I lived in for three years. Watched the first few episodes of season 9 of CSI. Missed Caleb, especially pertinent since its his first birthday today. Didn't send Caleb's birthday present. Did a bunch of teacher's college assignments. Was driven insane by both my social studies tutor and my replacement profs tutor. Tried to fix the tiny sick roses on the property in Wanaka. Thought about my friends in North America.<br /><br />Didn't really think much about blogging though!!!!Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-40572844267563452802008-10-07T19:50:00.002-04:002008-10-07T19:55:15.872-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">So what, I'm still a rock star</span><br /><br />So, after Lord-knows how many weeks of forgetting and then remembering late at night then forgetting again by the morning, I have finally got the wireless router to work.<br />Which means..... I has the internets in my room. And in the bathroom (both of them!!), and in the dining room and in the kitchen and in the living room and possibly even in the garage.<br /><br />Now I have no more excuses for being a blogging slacker.<br /><br />So, here we go.<br /><br />Question time: what is the nicest compliment you have ever received? Possibly this could be answered in several categories, i.e. compliments about your appearance, about your abilities, about your character etc.<br /><br />Recently I was told that there was nothing about me that was not absolutely beautiful, which got me thinking about the whole thing (aside from the fact that there are, in fact, several things about me that are not beautiful).<br /><br />Answers in the box.Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-50507766211191147762008-09-28T05:11:00.003-04:002008-09-28T05:21:32.749-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Ruby, don't take your love to town</span><div><br /></div><div>So busy busy busy...... and also slack......</div><div><br /></div><div>Working at the restaurant, finishing up the section at school, thinking about my teacher's college stuff, trying not to think about my PhD, trying my damndest to get the last of my university job done. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm frightfully tired all the time, so I've started taking my vitamins again. I'm also considering taking days off and doing some relaxing. I'm also considering a meal of steak and spinach, I hear thats good for one's energy levels. </div><div>Last week I had a dry week, as in a week off drinking. No glass of wine with dinner!!!! It was thoroughly awesome, and of course I had loads of energy and felt completely virtuous and spent the week polishing my halo. However, right now I am sitting here with a glass of lovely buttery chardonnay because today I earned it, working 9 hours in the restaurant. Tomorrow... a day off!!! </div><div>Perhaps I will go for another bike ride, perhaps I will clean... who knows. </div><div><br /></div><div>Its a mystery. </div><div><br /></div><div>I love a good mystery. </div><div><br /></div>Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-10701923160473773602008-09-11T16:14:00.003-04:002008-09-11T16:19:54.154-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Now they'll sleep all night</span><br /><br />Yes, I am being out-blogged by <a href="http://tbalc.blogspot.com/">Ben!!!</a><br />This is me hanging my head in shame.<br /><br />But just quickly, cos I have some Year 9s to teach.....<br /><br />First: the Hadron collider is up and running. There is a good chance we are all going to be sucked into a black hole. Cross your fingers and toes that we don't.<br /><br />However, <span style="font-style: italic;">should</span> we get sucked into a black hole of our own making, judgement day is going to arrive a little sooner than we though. Which goes to show that I really shouldn't be publishing this picture the delightful <a href="http://effingtheineffable.blogspot.com/">fishboy</a> sent me via googlechat the other day.<br />But I am going to. Cos Jesus loves me and my sense of humour.<br />I hope.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZeMfFaWm1x-gNILXF9JvY4a4A788w9hHNWehkCpt1kGN7vQnfEJ_h1FKdRESjtOqCaboO-0_dsPsu5nrBP3Aai0xv0trIjZBJ-iO37OdYteoW8GekBAkKrgZhURTJgXDnK8NlQ/s1600-h/Optimus+Christ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFZeMfFaWm1x-gNILXF9JvY4a4A788w9hHNWehkCpt1kGN7vQnfEJ_h1FKdRESjtOqCaboO-0_dsPsu5nrBP3Aai0xv0trIjZBJ-iO37OdYteoW8GekBAkKrgZhURTJgXDnK8NlQ/s320/Optimus+Christ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244860832661684530" border="0" /></a>Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-50683963504990610182008-09-01T19:50:00.002-04:002008-09-01T20:03:53.871-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">I do believe its true that there are roads left in both of our shoes</span><br /><br />Hello, blogland.<br /><br />I am still alive. I am still in NZ.<br />I'm currently on teaching practice, where I have managed to mostly behave myself, despite the best efforts of others.<br /><br />Unfortunately I haven't had much time to see people, what with being super busy and all, but happily I am managing to establish some friendships with new people, and see my old friends for a little bit as well.<br /><br />Um.... this update sucks.<br />I've been out of "blogging" headspace for so long that its hard to get back into it.<br />I'll get to work on that.<br />Right.<br />Back soon.Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-71968232243652760762008-07-24T02:25:00.003-04:002008-07-24T02:32:46.494-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">My Mum</span><br /><br />Yesterday.<br />Context:I went to the loo, and on my way back into the living room, jumped on the bathroom scales and weighed myself.<br /><br />Conversation:<br />Me: "Hey Mum. I've lost about 4 kilos"<br />Mum: *starts giggling*<br />Me: "Umm.... wtf?"<br />Mum: "No dear that's great, I just thought.....*laugh laugh laugh*..... that perhaps you had a really successful trip to the loo there"<br /><br />Today.<br />Context: I have to get up mega early to get to the bus by about 7.20 am to get to school by 8am.<br /><br />Conversation:<br />Me: *sneaking around the house all quiet like, while the wind and rain batter the house*<br />Mum : *in sleepy voice* "Claire? I will drive you to the bus stop cos its cold and raining"<br />Me: "Awwww.........that's sweet but you should stay in bed. Its horrible out there."<br />Mum: *ends up driving me not only to the bus stop, but the bus stop 3 stops further down the road, the one that has a proper shelter so I don't get wet while waiting for my bus*Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-34613706545191494582008-07-15T21:36:00.003-04:002008-07-15T21:47:55.814-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">I do not like it Sam I am</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br />No, not Teacher's College, I like that well enough, what I am currently waffling on about is the news that my beloved Grissom is leaving CSI.<br />Le sigh.....<br /><br />In other news, Teacher's College is fine, not too challenging intellectually, but it just takes up loads of time, which means that I haven't done much work on my proposal or my work-that-I-get-paid-for which is kind of stink but really, whats to be done? The routine is coming together so it won't be long until I've got a handle on it, and have my days planned out.<br />The lack of easily-accessible internet is a double edged sword, because while there are a bajillion things I haven't caught up with online, there are also a bunch of other things I have done because I haven't been wasting time online catching up with things that aren't really that important in the grand scheme.<br /><br />Teacher's College is weird in a way because we are constantly asked to think about our time at high school and the teachers we had, and it almost feels like now-me is visiting then-me.<br />If only I could, oh the things I would say to myself.<br /><br />Right, back to the salt mines.....<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-74826604111915875312008-07-06T05:23:00.003-04:002008-07-06T05:27:58.997-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Steady as she goes</span><br /><br />This whole 'absence of immediate and fast internet' thing is certainly proving harmful for blogging. As soon as I have some money I am buying a wireless router so I can has the internets in my room, and therefore will never have to get out of bed again. Schwing!!!!<br /><br />I've been watching "Weeds". Admittedly I have only-just-last-night finished the first season, but I can safely say that I love it and have a big girl crush on Nancy Botwin.<br />Watching it prompted a big thought the other night, about suburbia and the popular culture representations thereof, and I was going to speechify in defence of suburbia but right now I have a belly full of tikka masala and an absence of motivation so I think its time to crawl into the recliner with a cup of tea and watch the Food Channel.<br /><br />I miss Maggie.Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-49728217390565200092008-06-27T06:09:00.003-04:002008-06-27T06:19:04.332-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">In Dreams</span><br /><br />Do you ever have those moments where you think things are okay in your mind, and you are just fine with the way they are and think that maybe if one had more time one would sit down and really think things out but its really not urgent or pressing or whatever?<br />Then one night you will be just chilling out about stuff and things and not worried at all about anything in particular, and then you go to bed and have a dream in which things happen and people appear and there are events and sequences and interactions and then you wake up in the morning and it all just makes sense? All this stuff that you thought might take some serious figuring out eventually just turns out to be so simple and you are kicking yourself for not realising it earlier, even though its not even the time for it now, let alone earlier and may only be the half promise half possible time for it more-than-one years down the track from now, but at now at least you know and somehow that makes it all a bit better.<br /><br />Yeah, me too.Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-87057544206502337862008-06-22T04:38:00.003-04:002008-06-22T04:47:36.692-04:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Phew.</span><div><br /></div><div>Yes its great to be home. </div><div>Yes I miss my friends in the US.</div><div>No, I don't miss the heat. </div><div>No, I haven't finished my dissertation. </div><div>Yes, I am going to be a teacher. </div><div>No, I haven't recovered from the jet-lag.</div><div>Yes, I miss my wireless internet access.</div><div>No, I don't miss the crap food. </div><div>No, I haven't uploaded my photos to Flickr yet cos I can't get my laptop to work on my mum's internet connection. </div><div>Yes, I am excited about getting on with my life. </div><div><br /></div><div>Strange, I have been feeling short of breath. It's almost like I can't really breathe until I get back here, so what is normal breathing anywhere else feels like being short of breath here. </div><div><br /></div><div>Gotta love that clean green nuclear free New Zealand air.....</div><div><br /></div><div>On the phone to ISP tomorrow about installing a second plug for the internet in my room. There is a good chance I will be residing at Chateau Mum for some time.... at least until she gets tired of me and kicks me out, then I'm off to Chateau Dad. I have become so spoilt with internet access and I'm really not so ready to give it up. </div><div>Is that sad?</div>Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-6943340141116406672008-06-18T15:50:00.004-04:002008-06-18T16:13:09.739-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Angry angry flight gods</span><br /><br />I don't know what I did to piss them off, but it must have been something good.<br /><br />The most recent examples: Last week, flying from Syracuse to Memphis, via Charlotte, North Carolina.<br />The flight left Syracuse on time (miracle!!!) but by the time we got to Charlotte the bad weather had caused many delays. So, we sat there on our poky wee plane for half an hour until we could get a gate. Fun times.<br />I was supposed to wait in Charlotte for maybe an hour and a half, but the delays meant that I had to hot-foot it to the gate to catch the flight to Memphis. Luckily I checked the boards for the times, and because of the weather, my next flight was delayed for an hour and a half. Time for a wee feed.<br />Finally, after a second delay of another 40 minutes (yes, that's two hours and ten minutes) I get on the plane to Memphis, where dear Sunshine and Van-Nasty were waiting for me and the other members of our party, wee Sethie and HKD.<br /><br />We then proceeded to rock Bonnaroo, but that's a story for another day.<br /><br />From Memphis, I took off for LA, via Phoenix, for a 9.30pm flight from LA to Auckland. The flight to Phoenix was fairly uneventful, except for the 45 degree heat that blasted me as I got off the plane onto the airbridge.<br /><br />In Phoenix I got on my plane headed to LA, and we taxied out to the runway, at which point the captain informed us that we had to head back to the gate cos the plane was broken.<br />Mechanics ensued. Plane was allegedly put back together. We taxied out to the runway again.<br /><br />Rinse and repeat.<br />Clearly the duct tape they used to fix the plane was no match for the Arizona heat, and we had to get off the plane and find a new one.<br /><br />At this point I realised that the chances of me making the 9.30 from LA were rapidly shrinking. Off to the US Airways desk!!!<br />The pretty lady there informed me that we were going to get a plane soon and that I could get on the 10.30 from LA to Auckland, and she would call them to arrange it all while I got on the new un-broken plane to get the hell out of Phoenix.<br />I finally make it to LA at 9.25pm. Wait in line practically eating the luggage trolley while waiting for my bags, so I could load them up, take them to Terminal 2 and check in with Air New Zealand. Check in completed at 9.45pm. Continue to security.<br /><br />Happily the usually insane security at LAX was fairly quiet, which was good because I was foul and tired and smelly and ready to crack some skulls.<br />I arrive at the gate just as they announce the boarding, simultaneously singing the praises of the nice people at Air NZ who are so accommodating and didn't charge me the $150 to change my ticket; and wondering what I did to anger the flight gods to the extent that I clearly have.<br /><br />The occasions upon which I get on a plane that takes off and lands on time and meets all proper connections are considerably fewer than situations like the above.<br /><br />I suppose I should consider myself lucky that my bad-flight-luck extends only as far as delays and missed connections, rather than the exploding-planes alternative.<br /><br />But anyway, now I'm in Auckland airport waiting for my flight to Christchurch so I can see my mum and have a shower and wash all my clothes and get on with my life.<br />Boarding in half an hour...... fingers crossed.Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-19278441236626883812008-06-11T10:38:00.002-04:002008-06-11T10:46:16.921-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Leaving, on a jet plane; don't know when I'll be back again.....</span><br /><br />Its D-Day.<br />I'm leaving.<br />It's weird. Doesn't quite feel real.... which makes sense because that's how it was when I left to come here.<br /><br />It's been fun.<br />Fun, brutal, lonely, fascinating, enriching, isolating, lively, gruelling, exhausting and one hell of a learning curve.<br /><br />More adjectives to follow. I have to negotiate the DMV now. Urgh.Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-70618714913861841502008-06-06T14:03:00.003-04:002008-06-06T14:24:05.684-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Hot Hot Hot Hot McHotter</span><br /><br />Damn. Its hot.<br />And its not just hot. Its humid. Thankfully I have a spray bottle of cold water, a large glass of sprite with ice, and a fan directed right at me.<br /><br />So..... I'm leaving this town on Wednesday. Gone baby gone.<br />All moved out of my flat, with zero thanks to my Most Considerate (/end sarcastic font) flatmate, who not only claimed to clean the bathroom and didn't, left a whole bunch of stuff, including about 40 books, for me to get rid of. No phone calls or emails to ask if it was ok that she left them, just a note. So I moved all the stuff, cleaned the entire place from arsehole to breakfast, took care of all the final bills, then emailed her to say that her stunt was a bit average.<br /><br />Now I am ensconced at the Smith's house, which means Caleb and Maggie the Mega Dog 24-7. Caleb gets progressively cuter and happier everyday, and has now mastered the art of crawling forwards. Because Matt and I have been taking Caleb out and about so much, people presume that he is my baby, so when they ask me how old he is, and I say "ummm.... I dunno..... Matt? Is Caleb 7 months?" they think I am a terrible parent.<br /><br />I've reached the stage where I am thinking about all the things (ok, people) that I am going to miss once I've gone. Its a bit sad, but then I realise that all the ones that really count will still be my friends, and are all coming to visit me in NZ.<br /><br />But before then..... Bonnaroo!!!!! This time next week we will be rocking out, although its entirely likely that I will be collapsed in a heap on the ground due to the heat.<br />Seriously. My people are not equipped for anything above 25 C. I come from a long line of blue eyed freckled people from cold rainy places. Heat + me = messy.<br />You have been warned.Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-35906795092459793462008-05-31T10:30:00.002-04:002008-05-31T10:37:13.235-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">AOL Radio: only mildly sucky</span><br /><br />On winamp there is a Brit Pop station, which I tend to listen to quite a lot because the radio stations in this town suck gigantic turds. Most of the time its pretty cool, as in right now they are playing the mighty Stone Roses "I am the Resurrection" which seriously shizzles my nizzle.<br /><br />One problem however, actually two problems.<br />One is called Coldplay: Yes they are British, but they really need to be played on the "whiny annoying fuck-off-and-leave-me-alone" station.<br />The second is called Radiohead: Come on. If I wanted to listen to music made by suicidal squirrels that features random noises and a whiny voice that makes Chris Martin look like Captain HappyPants, then I would listen to the "Pretentious Art School Wanker" station.<br /><br />Get off my Brit Pop you bastards!!!!Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-53709395369931558422008-05-29T20:14:00.003-04:002008-12-09T05:10:33.212-05:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">You know you've been in America too long......</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguyHQB6EhcyY-ZxrjAqZLSJRICddTx6vG0I5ZrzVL3qSG83rc7-KdxRBFFpuI5b3cRd-TUiRbugBlqG872JXLQ0sr7F2CdteW7HzOTj0etXrIc62_joSt8Iw01UrOEIbNKV5Z-bA/s1600-h/2005-Ford-Mustang-GT-Convertible.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguyHQB6EhcyY-ZxrjAqZLSJRICddTx6vG0I5ZrzVL3qSG83rc7-KdxRBFFpuI5b3cRd-TUiRbugBlqG872JXLQ0sr7F2CdteW7HzOTj0etXrIc62_joSt8Iw01UrOEIbNKV5Z-bA/s400/2005-Ford-Mustang-GT-Convertible.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205957862512717298" border="0" /></a>....when you see a Mustang GT and your first thought is WANT!!!!!<br /> (and your second thought is PHWOAR!)Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-50455974019040949292008-05-28T17:43:00.003-04:002008-05-28T17:58:24.834-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">My life in a triptych</span><br /><br />Everything I own here must be put into one of three categories:<br /><br />1) stuff that is coming home with me via Tennessee, and therefore must fit into 2 suitcases, 1 backpack and a handbag.<br /><br />2) stuff that is going to be shipped home, and therefore that I will have to do without until October.<br /><br />3) stuff that must be either sold, given away or put in the rubbish.<br /><br />The problem with the first category is that it is summer now, and in Tennessee it is going to be even hotter and so I need several summer-type outfits and sandals and the like.<br />HOWEVER!!! When I get home it will be late June, which as everybody in the Southern Hemisphere knows, is smack bang in the depths of winter. So I also have to pack a jacket and some woolly socks and a hat. Plus the absolute minimum of five (ok, six) books, my laptop, my external hard drive and all associated cords, camera, sleeping bag, towel, toiletries to last from Sunday to the 19th of June, hats and sunscreen and sarongs because I am the whitest person in the world, various essentials such as can't-live-without dvds, summer jammies and one or two reasonably respectable outfits for when I get home and for Memphis, because you can't turn up at the home of The King looking like you've been dragged backwards through a bush. Did I mention this all has to fit in TWO SUITCASES!!!<br /><br />Unfortunately my suitcases lack Tardis capabilities, so this is proving problematic.<br /><br />There's really no problem with the second category, because I've filled 2 medium sized boxes and 2 small boxes and its mostly done.<br /><br />The problem with the third category is that I hate throwing stuff out. Wastage drives me around the bend, so thus far I just have a large pile of things to give away to people.<br /><br />Half used bottle of handcream, anyone?Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-15891889537048109142008-05-24T22:50:00.002-04:002008-05-24T22:56:18.185-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">urgh. </span><br /><br />This will be brief because I am horrendously hungover.<br /><br />I am Nic-Less as he headed off to NYC today for 48 hours, then off to Spain to walk across it. As you do.<br /><br />I have (finally, one year later) updated my Flickr account. More to come.<br /><br />Sophie is still delightful.<br /><br />I finally watched the CSI finale, and all I have to say is <span style="font-weight: bold;">WTF?!?!?!</span> I did not see that coming.Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-85449651157717472342008-05-21T21:49:00.002-04:002008-05-21T22:02:35.107-04:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">The future of the future</span><br /><br />You know how sometimes even though life is still being life-ish and throwing big steaming turds at the people you love, and things are stressful and occasionally disappointing despite the presence of some of the best people you know both physically and digitally, you get these brief little moments when you get a glimpse of your planned future and you get a little skip of joy in your heart and you think that despite all the crap that just keeps coming everything might just be ok?<br /><br />I had one today.Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6394237.post-75476449668287988212008-05-18T14:38:00.001-04:002008-05-18T14:39:58.424-04:00'smy birfday today.<br /><br />Awesome.Bellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15092013460784298121noreply@blogger.com0