23.08.05
Posted in Uncategorized at 5:05 pm by Sarah
We are invited to have dinner with a new couple from church.
We arrive.
I put down my bag.
We say hi.
And then…. my heart drops…
They introduce me to their cat.
Oh he's so cute! His name is Mr Tiddlywinks and we wuv him so much don't we?
Ahhhhhhh!!! Nightmare! During the course of the evening (which included a yummy three course candle-lit meal) my nose proceeds to produce so much… grossness… that I have no way of hiding it.
'You're allergic to cats aren't you?'
I nod, amist a sea of used tissues.
I maintain that cats are evil. They ruin perfectly lovely evenings with really nice people… and make my face explode.
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18.08.05
Posted in Uncategorized at 8:32 pm by Sarah
I mean, I am so excited and really happy and everything….
It's great!
But I guess I never thought engagements were so complicated. I have had literally NO TIME to blog. Even now I can think of about 20 billion things I should be doing instead.
A small selection of people's reactions on my side have been:
“That's great – can you do the washing up now?” – A fed-up house mate
“you have to book a reception place NOW!” – my normally sedate grandmother
“So… you're living together now?” – a mis-guided work mate
And the reactions to my ring are kind of weird. Especially at work. the standard comment is 'it's so CUTE!'…… since when are rings CUTE? I feel the need to rise to the defense of my ring… (oh… get over it)
Oh and to whet the appetite of those hanging out for details. The previous post pretty much covers it. Since when does a proposal have to be complicated? It was nice and proper and he got down on one knee and used my middle name…. there you go.
Oh… and keep February free ok?
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15.08.05
Posted in Uncategorized at 1:08 pm by Sarah
got asked a question on Friday..
said yes…
yay 
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09.08.05
Posted in Uncategorized at 2:48 am by Sarah
There is something intrinsically cool about reading books out loud. Starting off kind of timid and unsure…. and building up to a crescendo, giving expression to the characters voices and dramatically pausing…
Love it..
Either way… it made being stuck in a car for a total of 10 hours that little bit more enjoyable.
It was rather busy but good. We had lunch at a health food shop Lucy works at now and had a yummy watermelon and strawberry smoothie (H had a latte he declared to be an 8/10) and weird turkey, mango chutney and rockmelon sandwiches. They were actually ok…
Party was good too. Us sisters + 2 out of 3 boyfriends sat at the 'kids table' making weird and wonderful creations out of chicos, pretzels and the shells of party poppers. It's amazing how we can instantly re-create the bond we had as kids and act stupid and laugh hard.
We got fed heaps. Not only was there party food… but there was Christmas in Winter at church where there was a gorgeous spread where you couldn't help but eat way too much.
Got home to some disconcerting news TBA. But here's to new beginnings hey?
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05.08.05
Posted in Uncategorized at 3:35 pm by Sarah
So back to my hometown I go…
Hometowns are weird. You don't really belong there… but you used to. Although – I always thought I was a bit out of place. I never really warmed to the small-town way of thinking.
When people say that in country towns 'everyone knows everyone'… it's true. But it was only to a point with me. I was a shy child. And although I knew faces and names and details… outside of my small circle of friends, I never actually KNEW people. This made me uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed if I passed them on the street etc.
Rumours and stories can spread quickly, and regardless of whether it is true, people will remember for years. We had/still have local personalities who made themselves known for various high jinks. And when socialising… you will inevitably end up at the pub (because there's nowhere else to go).
The atmosphere sometimes smothered me and probably resulted in my withdrawal into myself the majority of the time. My happiest moments I recall is probably curling up with a good book and a granny smith, reading for hours on end. Or sitting in front of our open fire in my flannelette nightie with my Dad, toasting whatever we had at the time. Or when we went camping, sitting around with my family reading books out loud and cooking damper and jacket potatos. Or laughing with my sisters till my stomach hurt. In this way I kind of understand that I value my family greatly… not the town I grew up in.
Also…
I don't know whether this is most people's experience… But old people who used to know me when I was a child really freak me out. They're always like 'oh… remember little Sarah… she was so cute blah blah blah'…. and I'm like 'who are you??'. It's like they have this whole different picture of me – a picture that I can't remember anymore. It's almost as if they are talking about another me…
Meh.. anyway
Aber deke hobe!
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02.08.05
Posted in Uncategorized at 8:04 pm by Sarah
My brain is everywhere today… perhaps writing it down will bring it into some semblance of order.
I'm looking forward to going home tonight to..
- ring my mum
- watch CSI
- eat a home cooked dinner
- attempt to clean my room/ tie balloons together
- hang out with Lucy
- tease Jess
Cleaning my room is the big one. I need to pack for Parkes and I know I'll stress out if my room is the way it is now when I go to do it.
Feeling a bit guilty at the moment. I seem to be one of those people who launches into something with huge amounts of enthusiasm… which ends up running out half way. Take PTC for example. For the first few units I sat down for a few hours, took notes, made summaries and answered the questions in minute detail. Now I'm lucky if I read the chapter, let alone scribble something down. *sigh* [insert excuse about having no time] In two weeks I will be sitting for my first exam in at least 6 years. I feel old.
Meanwhile I'm forcing myself to take a day at a time and restraining my mind from leaping ahead to the (perhaps) foreseeable future. Excitement, pain, jubilance and frustration lie just around the corner. I'm afraid of it, but I want it.
That's enough for now…
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