Evil Oddie

While I’m at the Photography Course, I turn my mobile off. Nothing interrupts a class better than a mobile phone, especially when the person actually takes the call during the lesson. Meh, thats for another post. When I turned my phone back on (Wednesday morning, I always forget to turn it back on), I had a missed call and a message.

I went to receive the message and all I got was “Hi, it’s Chris,” then the phone dropped out (hers, not mine) “Talk to you later.” So I tried calling her back. Her phone went to message bank so I called her at work. I got her boss. Her boss tells me that she’s on two weeks leave. Right then. She gives me another mobile number to try. I call it. My sister answers.

Normal beginning phone call pleasantries.

“I noticed I missed your call last night. I didn’t get your message cause it dropped out.” I said.

“Oh right. Yeah, the coverage at home isnt that great.” Chris said.

“It sounds like you’re driving. Where are you?”

“At Dalby.”

“Where you headed?”

“Brisbane. It’s okay to stay with you for a week right?”

What can a little blister say to her big blister? Chris & her daughter got here at about 5:30pm on Wednesday. Unfortunately, this weekend isn’t great for family fun and frivolity. My Photographic essay is due on Sunday and Sunday is also my field assessment. Excellent…

On the weekend, Glen was supposed to be going up to Landcruiser Mountain Park, so I had organised to go take some photos. I had a plan for Saturday - go to the Ipswich Information Centre (I wanted details on old queenslander houses in the area), walk around a couple of parks to get photos of unsuspecting people, get some photos of St Mary’s Church and get some groceries on the way home.

Mother Nature must hate me. I went to 3 different places and got attacked by Magpies. Let’s just say it is not fun getting attacked and its even harder to take photos during the episode. After the 3rd attack, I threw a bit of a tanty and decided to go home.

This morning I had my 3 month check up with Dr Fleming.  It was longer than 3 months but its first time that both of our schedules allowed.  I got a call last night from Cate (Dr Fleming’s Office Manager) to make sure that I would be on time as the Day Surgery Facility changed his theatre times.  Out of all of his appointments that were scheduled for early this morning (my appt was for 7:45am), I was the only one that turned up!  Talking to Cate, people are always running late or just don’t turn up.  At least one of the other people that booked an appt called to say they couldn’t make it, but I still think thats rough.  It’s not like they can call someone to schedule an appt to make up for the gap at 7:30 in the morning for an appt at 8.

Dr Fleming is very happy with the results and the scars.  I asked him about losing some weight / toning up and he said that if I was unhappy with the look of my boobs after, I would just have to put some weight back on… LOL.. Toss up - nice boobs or big bum…  I’ll just have to see what they look like when I’ve toned up a little. 

If you’re in the market for some cosmetic work, I can absolutely recommend Dr Fleming.  Go to www.breastimplantsaustralia.com - he does do more than just breast implants too. 

I had a big couple of days from Thursday - Sunday last week.  On Thursday, I was at work by 6:30am to get some important stuff done - which meant that I left home at approx 5:30am to get the train into the city.  I worked all day and left work at about 5pm ish and caught the train home.  I got home at about 6pm and I had promised Pete that I would do up the banking for Ingenuity.  Glen had arranged for us (Glen and I) to go to dinner at Fester & Jennifer’s, so he was bugging me about hurrying up as we had to go.  I hadn’t yet met Fester & Jennifer so I didn’t want to be late for dinner.

We got to Fester’s at about 6:45pm but Fester was still on his way home from work.   So we had chatted to Jennifer until Fester got home.  I got absolutely smashed.  I had champers & baileys…. not good to mix, but I quite enjoyed the night.  We didn’t sit down to eat until 9:30pm but the food was good and so was the company.  Glen and I didn’t get home until approx midnight.

On Friday, I wanted to be in the city early again.  So I was up at 4:30am (more like sleep walking) and got to the office at 6:30am.  However, the key that I had been given from the previous person that was in my position, didn’t work.  I just found this out as there’s another guy that starts around this time and he’s always opened the door.  Poo - so I called the other guy and he was walking towards the office.  So I didn’t have to wait too long.

I left the office at about 5:15pm and got the train home.  Glen wanted to go see The Bourne Ultimatum at Gold Class on Friday night with Jim & Sharon.  We were originally going to see The Bourne Ultimatum on 31 August but Glen hadn’t booked us in - so we missed out on the seats.  So the only time that we could get in to see movie on Friday was 9:30pm.  It was a good movie, but I was just so tired so I think I could’ve enjoyed it more.  We got desserts for during the movie.  I got the Apple & Blackberry Crumble - mmmm yummy and Glen got the Lemon Tart - he said that was good too.  We got home at 12:30pm.
On Saturday, I had an appointment at the beautician’s at 8:15am.  Megan (the beautician) also had a big night on Friday; it was her Hockey Final, which her team won and the went out for a few drinkies.  I think that she was feeling a little worse for wear.  I then had an appointment with Yasmin to take some photos of her and bub bub (Sienna) for my Photography Course.  Bub bub was pretty cranky cause she was tired and Yaz thinks she’s going through a growth spurt which also makes them a little grrr.  Yaz had to leave to go to her Mum’s at 1pm, so I went home after that.

I had an Intimo party on Sunday, so the rest of Saturday involved cleaning the house.  Fester & Jennifer were supposed to come over for lunch on Sunday too, but they ended up being crook and didn’t end up coming.

Sunday morning, we got up and I had to go to the shops and grab some stuff for the BBQ (that didn’t end up happening) & for the snacks I was going to do for the Intimo Party.  I made some scones and did all the prep work for the BBQ.  At about 11:45am, Glen called Fester to see how far away they were.  It went to message bank.  Glen got a call back at about 1pm saying they were sick.  Then Deb the Intimo Consultant came and set up while Glen and I were eating our sausage rolls (quick and easy lunch).

Other people started arriving for the Intimo Party, so I got out the snacks and some drinks (non-alcoholic of course).  The Party went well and everyone had left at 5:45pm.  We then had to go to Glen’s parents for dinner - they eat early so we were late when we got there at 6pm.

I was happy when it was Monday because I got to relax - yes while I was at work.

Last weekend, the Patrol club had its yearly get together at Landcruiser Mountain Park.  Glen had been looking forward to it for quite some time.  Glen has been looking for more people that are on his level (my words, not his) in regards to wanting to go out and driver skill.  I don’t really think that Glen has much to do with the guys from this club other than doing posts on their forum.

Anyway, Jason (otherwise known as “Jim” or “Crazy Jim”) was the only other person from the usual group to go with us.  Jim was planning to stay for the weekend, but his wife got sick so he could only go for the day.  So we went up convoy and when we got there, we just drove up to guys that had Patrol’s in the camping area and Jim started talking to some of them.  These guys really didn’t have a clue.  They didn’t know what (UHF) channel the rest of the club were on or where the other guys headed.  It was like getting blood out of a stone.

 So Glen & I set up our tent and Jim helped unpack the Ute.  I have to say that seeing us set up our tent is quite funny.   Seeing we only do it probably 3 or 4 times a year, we seem to forget how to do it.  Although Jim has watched us do it before.  I think he laughs at us every time.

Once the tent was up and we got all the excess crap out of the Ute, we were off around the park.  They had closed off a lot of the tracks for regeneration (it had been raining quite heavily, so I think they didn’t want 4wd nuts chewing up the tracks).   We found a group of Patrol people and they were too busy talking crap and drinking (alcohol - so much for QLD road rules applying in the park).  One of the guys (and his mate) that was in this group was keen for some driving so he tagged along with us.

 Jim, Glen & the other guy (I can’t remember names - oopsy) headed for the extreme tracks.  Jim and Glen got up one of the extreme tracks and then the other guy had a go.  He ripped the tyre of the rim - which was pretty cool - and the guys got it back on.  The funny bit was he got about another 10 meters or so and then staked the tyre.  Glen towed him up the rest of the way. 

We went for a night run, which was my first one and that was pretty cool.  After the night run, we put the roast & veges in the camp oven and waited for it to cook.  I think it will be the last time that we do this cause it took to long.  After dinner, Jim went home.  It just isnt the same without Jim.   He’s just great company on a trip… He makes me laugh without even trying…  I understand why Glen and Jim get along so well.

We didn’t sleep much, there was a choir of snoring in the camping area.  At one point during the night, Glen and I were just lying there laughing at all the different snoring that was happening.  Of course we had a go at mimicking them.  All I got was a sore throat from trying.

On Sunday, the other guy that went driving with us went home early too.  So it was just Glen and I.  There was a WE Rock Challenge on, so we went and checked that out.  It was great to watch. Carnage everywhere.  On the track that we decided to watch, only 2 cars out of the lot made it with out rolling it or breaking.  I got heaps of photos with my newly leart skills. I’ll put some up shortly.  I really enjoyed just me and Glen sitting there watching it and talking about what was happening and making jokes.  One of the best days we’ve spent together.

All in all a good weekend when I thought it was going to be boring. 

Glen asked me where I’d like to go for dinner for my birthday (a couple of weeks ago) and I chose Woodlands of Marburg.  My parents also came down for my birthday and also Father’s Day, so they came to Woodlands also.

I called Woodlands to book in and asked if we could get there early to have a look around.  I also wanted to take some photos for my essay.

When we got there, the sun was setting and there wasn’t enough light to take good photos.  So we went for a wander around.  Allan (sp?) who is the Curator & F&B Manager came up to us and took us on a tour.   They were opening new accommodation and we went through 2 of the rooms - absolutely beautiful.  He gave us some background history of Woodlands and he then got another staff member to take us on a tour of the mansion.  What a beautiful  house and the owners have really embraced the opportunity of bringing Woodlands back to its former glory (and the financial gains too).

I was a bit scared about the 11 ghosts that still reside in the Mansion.  I especially liked the story about the maid that was pushed down the main stairs but her body had been dragged out onto the front lawn to make it look as if she jumped.  Firstly, she shouldn’t have been on the main stairs (servants have to use their own stairs). The main reason she got bumped off was SHE WAS PREGNANT TO THE MASTER.

Getting back on track now. The food at was also fantastic.  Glen had the Beef & Lobster, Mum & Dad had the Fish and I had a Vegetable Wellington.  Mum and I shared a bottle of Woodlands own sweet red (you can’t buy from the cellar door yet - bummer).

It was a fantastic night and the highlight of my birthday.  Mum and Dad were talking about going back there just for a weekend of relaxation… Have to get in quick though - I think The Great Outdoors are going there so it’s only a matter of time before it’s “the in thing”.

I realised when I went into work on Thursday last week that I am stacking on the weight. By the time that the express train gets to my station, there are hardly any seats left and the ones that are left are only ‘half’ seats. This is because massive people decide that their knees can’t handle the 40 minute train ride from Ipswich to Brisbane City. I used to be able to tuck myself in next to these heffas but alas, on Thursday, I sat on a ladies fat that was overflowing onto the spare seat.

She had a bit of a whinge about me sitting there, but sorry love, if you can’t fit onto one seat - STAND UP!! If your knees are giving out - LOSE SOME FREAKING WEIGHT!!

Which leads me to another thought - is there fatism? For example, if a massive person came in for a job interview, would you automatically judge them? I think most people would. I have to say that I have never worked with a big person, but one of my friend’s Mum was a massive lady. She had issues just getting off the couch. She never had a job and most of the household chores were done by the kids. Actually all her family were big people. I’m not in touch with her anymore, but my Mum told me that my friend’s parents have both passed and it was directly because of their weight.

I have to start losing some weight, I don’t like being 56kgs…. ewww (most of its fat though, I wouldn’t mind being 56kg of muscle)… it’s the biggest I’ve ever been.