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It doesn't feel like New Year's EveA $7.32 DayMonday, 31 December 2001It doesn't feel like New Year's Eve just like it didn't feel like Christmas. I wonder if the events of this year have made us not feel like celebrating? Or it could be the fact that I didn't get time to make my new shirt! This year I went from Uni to work to house renovations without so much as a one day breather. I won't be celebrating until the renovations are complete. Mr D. & I are only just hangin' in there. If we didn't feel like we "had" to do the redecorating, we would be on a holiday right now. [sigh] I haven't had much time to contemplate this week. Usually I make time to think about hopes and dreams. I even pray a little about the upcoming year. I haven't had a chance. I hope that 2002 is the year in which I finally get pregnant and we "settle down" in a decent house. We hope to be there at least 10 years,... and if I had my way, longer. I hope it's the kind of house where we could stay longer if we wanted to, y'know, room to move. Study-wise, I've almost convinced myself I'll make it into Q.U.T. I wouldn't mind getting into U.Q. but I know transport is a bugger and I'd feel like I was wasting hours each day travelling. |
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New Year TraditionsA $6.50 DaySunday, 30 December 2001Over the past few years I've developed a personal New Year's Tradition. It usually involves a new outfit and a night out with "The Guys". This year is a little different,...
My Scripture for 2002 speaks past tense of the comfort and mercy the Lord has given me. It makes me hope that this time next year I'll be able to look back on this,... and laugh. I am hopeful at best. I don't feel a strong faith about any of it as much as I would like to. I'll put the Scripture on my site somewhere eventually. |
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The Perfect Handbag? Too good to be trueA $6.48 DayThursday, 27 December 2001I love this time of year. The Christmas festivities are over and with it all the family obligations. Now, I have a few days to myself to contemplate the perfect handbag and all the changes that have happened this year. One change I noticed was this is the first year I didn't see my "favourite Aunty" on either Christmas or Boxing Day. That was a bit weird and a sign that we're all growing up and moving on. It's also a sign that we're not a woggy family that stays really close forever. The relationship between my mum and her sisters will always, seemingly, dictate our relationship with them,....despite our efforts to keep out of it. I love writing in my new diary, recording birthdays and anniversaries, upcoming medical appointments, reminders for yearly check ups and drivers licence renewals. I love writing myself little notes about upcoming visits from friends or concerts I've heard about. I stumble across these notes later in the year and either rush out for tickets or get a laugh out of it.
One of the problems of having everyone's birthday and anniversary recorded in my diary, is the guilt of knowing it's happening but being too slack to send a card or even ring. I HATE that guilt. This year I am going to make a New Years Resolution to at least send a card. No big deal. No big pressies,... just a card. One of my other New Year's Resolutions will be to design the perfect handbag. This has been sitting at the back of my mind like a life quest. I really wish I could go back and change my "Most likely to..." in my Grade 12 yearbook. It should read "Most likely to invent the perfect handbag." My current theory suggests that a two-part arrangement would work. A small detachable "advance module" if you will, would hold keys, purse and phone. There are occasions, after all, where you only want those few things. It would have a detachable shoulder strap. I know this may sound a bit like Red Dwarf. But there would be a modular section at the front. Somehow this small section would attach to a bigger bag which could carry my glucometer, diary, notebook, sunglasses and possibly my lunch - or would that be a detachable module too? Wait and see. My fabric of choice? At the moment it's denim. You cut up a pair of old jeans and come up with a funky bag. Once I've perfected the bag in denim, I'll attempt it with black vinyl and leopard print fur. Yummee. I know, I know,... The Perfect Handbag. It sounds too good to be true. |
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A Boxing Day MessageA $25-$30 DayWednesday, 26 December 2001By now you all will have heard Ali G's Christmas message and discovered the answers to life's questions,... like "Would Jesus give Playstation or Dreamcast?" and "What is Ramalamadingdong?" What else can I add, but that I hope that you learned the joy of giving yesterday. To those of you who were offended by Ali G's Christmas message: Politically Correct Holiday Greetings!Please accept with no obligation, expressed or implied, my best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low stress, non-addictive, gender neutral, celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious / secular persuasions and / or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all... -- A N D -- A fiscally successful, personally fulfilling, and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2002, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of others and without regard to the race, creed, colour, age, physical ability, religious faith, or sexual preference of the wishee. By accepting this greeting, you are accepting these terms. This greeting is subject to clarification or withdrawal. It is freely transferable with no alteration to the original greeting. It implies no promise by the wisher to actually implement any of the wishes for her/himself or others. This wish is warranted to perform as expected within the usual application of good tidings for a period of one year, or until the issuance of a subsequent holiday greeting, whichever comes first, and warranty is limited to replacement of this wish or issuance of a new wish at the sole discretion of the wisher. Void where prohibited by law, and revocable at the sole discretion of the wisher. Author Unknown. |
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A Christmas MessageAnother Priceless DayTuesday, 25 December 2001Since I will be busy celebrating, I have arranged for the legendary Ali G to give you a Christmas message on my behalf. The only catch is, it's 16 meg. Click here to download the Realplayer version of Ali G's Christmas message. Respect. Also, another Christmas goodie. I have conned Mr Destination into sticking the legendary "Life at the Outpost" on some web server somewhere so you guys can download it. Excellent. Another catch, this one's 4.5 meg, but fully worth every single byte. Click here to download the mp3 of "Life at the Outpost" by the Skatt Brothers. Rock on. Mr D says "thanks to DSTC for hosting the files - if you find out about it, I'll apologise - they're not exactly fitting for the corporate image...". He also says "Anyone know of a System Administrator looking for work in Melbourne with a dynamic and fun team? (except for the annoying academics - Hi Guys! Miss me?) Look Here". Stay tuned for the launch of the DD employment agency - coming soon! Thanks to all 1354 of you who have visited my site since 28 February this year. Here's to a big, brighter and far more interesting 2002. HAVE A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!!love from, |
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T'was the night before ChristmasA $15.00 DayMonday, 24 December 2001...and Mrs Destination was all prepared for the Christmas celebrations that lie ahead. Except for half a dozen grocery items and one $2 present. To explain that I am not a tight-ass who only buys presents worth $2 for my family, in addition to our normal gift giving, we have this crazy tradition. Everyone buys 5 x $2 presents from, what the Americans call, a Five & Dime Store. The presents are completely crappy, completely disposable and supposedly completely fun. I don't know what came into me the other day, but I decided that a $2-Pancake-shake-&-mix-bottle would be fun. But the following day, we had pancakes for breakfast. And it definitely was fun. But now I have to replace it with another $2 present. Back to the story.... Mrs Destination had to venture into a shopping mall on Christmas Eve. Was this a suicide mission? Or, was that question in poor taste? No, it was just crazy. What fool would go near a shopping centre on Christmas eve? That's just crazy talk. And it's 39.5 degrees outside, and all the EFTPOS machines keep dropping out because there are so many people hammering the plastic. She spent two hours buying half a dozen groceries and one toy from Crazy Clarks. She stood in many queues, dodged many crazy trolley drivers. Those people should not be allowed in our supermarket aisles. There should be a law against frail old biddies going shopping in groups. One is slow enough, but get a couple of 'em together, arguing,.... well, you can just kiss the rest of your year goodbye. [sigh] But now, I am home. In my air-conditioned home. Not that I wish to brag to those of you who are out there trying to bear Brisbane's heat wave. I feel sorry for you. Come over to my place. You're all welcome. In just over an hour, I'm off to the Christmas Eve service at Keppera Baptist. The midnight service is a wonderfully exciting place to be on Christmas Eve. It really feels like Christmas then,... last time I went to a midnight service, I expected Santa to be jetting past as I walked through the carpark. ...Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night. |
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Columbines are tastyA $2.96 dayThursday, 20 December 2001Today was the second time I have pulled something from my site. Today's was for more selfish reasons than last time. I originally wrote something which could have been misconstrued by one or two people as offensive. However, those one or two people are people I would like to impress. So, I copped out and pulled a portion of an entry from my site. Onto bigger and better things,... Have you had Columbines lately? They are just the yummiest caramel lollies I have ever tasted. They beat Caramello Koalas, they beat Fantales, they beat Jupiter Bars and I have scoffed down three in the time it took me to type these two paragraphs (and I type at 70 words per minute). Mmmmm,....Columbines. Could caramels be any yummier? Columbines come in 200g Family Packs, 85g Handy Packs and 50g Stick Packs. There's something about Columbines that makes me want to chain eat them. I better stop now,... before I scoff an entire packet! |
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Isaiah 54A priceless dayMonday, 17 December 2001Isaiah 54
How could any person that knows me, that knows what I've been through, read Isaiah 54 and not believe in God??? This is a God who understands the pain and humiliation of infertility. This is a God who understands the desperation and the agony of self-loathing. This is a God, who, with a word can take you into His heavenly arms and fix up everything that is wrong with your life. This is a God who cares about every single individual on the planet,... even the ones that haven't been born yet. He even knows that sapphires are my stone. This is a promise of all manner of blessings, peace, freedom from fear. This is a God who knows my heart and reaches out to help me through this pain. |
Sometimes, the Bible makes a *lot* of sense. |
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Happy Birthday MichelleA $5 daySaturday, 15 December 2001Firstly, let's all say Happy Birthday to Michelle because it's her birthday. Yeah, she's "another year older, another year wiser" and we'll just stop there. However, if we were to continue to quote Wayne from Wayne's World 2, then she would be "starting to grow hair in really weird places". So, to Michelle, I hope you're not starting to grow hair in really weird places,... otherwise you might be coming down with PCOS, like me. Oh well, it's manageable. The medical world says it's incurable, but I've been reading a book called "A More Excellent Way" by Harry Wright which asserts that most 'incurable' illnesses actually have a spiritual root cause. That is, diseases like PCOS, Diabetes, many forms of heart disease, asthma and more. It also discusses the agreement between the Bible and the medical world about diseases that are based in fear and anxiety. Medical findings are consistent with King Solomon's proverbs about health. He was indeed a wise man. |
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Falling ApartA $3.87 DayFriday, 14 December 2001I am having trouble coping with my calling and my personality. While I am aware of my calling to be a writer, this seems to be at odds with everything in my life. Firstly, I need to earn an income so we can move out of this falling-down house and into a better one. Maybe, somewhere down the track, I will be capable of earning an income as a writer. (Schyea, and pigs might fly out of my butt - No really, they might.) Yes, I'm too afraid to try,... but I don't have the financial motivation to try. Except for a select few, writers are a fledgling lot - why then, should I turn down a 1 month temp contract in favour of writing? (Apart from the fact that it's probably the only time I'll get to do any real writing until the two week long mid-year break.) My relationship with God is not as good as it has been. I'm wandering my own way trying to find God's way. One thing I have learned over the years is that He uses signs, scriptures and revelation from the Holy Spirit to communicate with us. I'm sure He also uses angels too. So today, I'm looking at my payslip and the Head Office has a new phone number and it ends in 666. Does that mean that something which was previously right becomes wrong? It would seem timely if it is a warning not to take on the new contract they have offered me. I was hoping to spend any spare time between now and the beginning of semester writing my book. I was really disappointed when the agency rang to check if I'd be available for it. Apart from eating into valuable writing/rest time, it could well eat into the first week of semester. This is something I promised myself I would never do again. I feel like taking this assignment would be causing me to compromise on all sides yet again. You see, in addition to what I've already mentioned, it's at the place where I'm working now,... probably in the Finance Branch. Only yesterday I was thinking how awful it would be to work there, they all seem like bitches. This brings me on to the question of distractions. When I should be writing, what is a worthy distraction? Family would appear to be a worthy distraction, work wouldn't. However, if that work brings money in which can help get the new house for our long-term benefit then that would be looking after the family,... a worthy distraction. But this causes great confusion and distraction. Because of who I am, I yearn to do creative and crafty things with my hands. I don't think writing satisfies these yearnings. In some ways they probably complement it with their slow rhythmic repetitions eg. cutting, pinning, sewing, knitting etc. They give me headspace, time to ruminate. So why do I feel guilty doing Christmas craft? This is probably the one and only legitimate excuse I have to get crafty and my head won't shut up with it's condemnation and guilt. I'm sure Jesus would love the gifts I'm making. I'm not sure He would love how upset I got at Mr Destination using all my beautiful paper, but He would appreciate the sentiment. He would appreciate my desire to bless my family and friends with my time and effort, instead of picking up some $5 special at Target. Jesus doesn't bring confusion and condemnation. He brings peace. I bet He's wiser than Solomon. For a start, he stayed on the right track his whole life and didn't bow to other gods like Solomon did. |
If only I could edit life like I edit my writing,... I'd cut out all the shit I didn't like,.. and leave in the stuff other people thought was shit but I liked anyway. One man's shit is another man's treasure. At least it's good for the rose garden.
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Do yourself a favour,...A $2 for 3 Songs DaySunday, 9 December 2001A few years ago,... in our pre-Melbourne days, and actually, in our pre-marriage days, Mr D. and I used to visit a pub called the Spring Hill Hotel. Obviously, it is located in Brisbane's Spring Hill. They have Guinness on tap and it has all the characteristics of your old local pub, including guys that have been sitting there with their counter meals and "Sale of the Century" every night for the best part of their lives. This pub is not stuck in a time warp, it is, after all, home of Options Nightclub, Brisbane's premier gay club. But, it would be fair to say that they've left the back bar untouched, in homage to these old workers who go there for dinner every night. I think they've even left the pool table coin mechanism unfixed in homage to the 'blokes'. But we didn't mind. We learnt how to jiggle the coin slot and get free pool. Many a great night was had playing free pool, drinking Guinness and playing songs on the video juke box - their one concession to modernity in the back bar. The juke box had heaps of bad 80's stuff, and some obscure junk which, I think, was left over from Options. The best one, was a little ditty called "Life at the Outpost" by the Skatt Brothers. These blokes looked very tacky in their cowboy hats, shirt-free greased pecs, and bad moustaches. I stumbled across this song one night, when I accidentally pressed the wrong numbers on the Juke box. As I sat there waiting for some song I can't remember now, I was really upset when the Skatt Brothers appeared. A bunch of greased muscly men riding mechanical broncos in all their cowboy glory. It was only about half-way through the song that I overcame my initial anger at missing out on whatever it was I missed. I had, after all, discovered a musical diamond. This song, had been hiding in obscurity. It's a song I'd never heard before, and I've only heard it on subsequent visits to the Spring Hill Hotel. I haven't been to the Spring Hill Hotel since before we moved to Melbourne, so that's at least 1998-ish. I think we did have one last stand there in the months before we moved,... It was a different era, a different world. "The guys" (all charming eligible bachelors if you're looking, ladies) all still shared a house in Spring Hill. Now they're all spread all over town. So yesterday, as I was thinking about an era long gone, I mentioned the Skatt Brothers to Mr D. This morning, with many thanks to Morpheus, I heard the Skatt Brothers once again. I would like to have been able to risk the retribution of some record company by making the MP3 of this brilliant song available to you all, but Tripod are nasty and don't allow me to put MP3's on their server. So instead, you'll have to e-mail me and I'll send you the MP3 of this song (the file's about 4,700K). Do yourself a favour, e-mail me and get this song!Then, put on a cowboy hat, rub some baby oil on those pecs and listen to this as loud as your speakers will let you! |
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Back on the chain gang,...A $2 DayWednesday, 4 December 2001It's been one of those days where you wonder what you're doing with your life. I swear, this time next year there is no frickin' way I'm gonna be doing a temp contract. I better get off my butt and line me up a book contract or I'll be a very cranky girl. Yes, this time next year, I intend to be living on a book advance, not some silly temp contract. [sigh] I really need a break! I went straight from exam cramming into a temp contract. Not even one day off to recuperate. The weekends since have been so precious that I feel like I should be doing as much as I can - that includes sewing, going out, selling my cards at the markets,... This weekend we're going out on Friday night to O'Malleys, and Saturday we're going down to the Gold Coast for the State Indoor Remote Controlled Car Championships. Sunday, I'm determined to go to Church. Yes, Mr D. is racing again. I'm the cheersquad. Go Mr D. Go Mr D. Yay pink mini. Rnn. Rnn. Rnn. I'm still reeling after the failed clomid cycle. On the one hand, I feel bitter and twisted,... and yet, on the other I know that God is dealing with me. I mean, really dealing with me and the root causes of my illness. I don't think I want to go into too much detail here - stay tuned for my book, "PCOS - the biography of an illness". That's just the working title. I'm also tossing up "Sorry, I'm polycystic". That second title actually embodies one of the causes of the illness ie. self-loathing - apologising for your very existence. [sigh] So yes, I'm still reeling. I'm angry at all these pregnant women and ones with little babies. My friends seem to keep sticking them in my face. I know you're all very proud parents, and proudly pregnant,... but I am painfully barren. I swing between faith and self-pity. It seems the more I read the Bible, the more faith I have. But when I neglect it for a few weeks, I slump. That would seem consistent with Romans 10:17. "So then faith cometh by hearing, and hearing by the word of God." The more you hear the word of God, the more your faith grows. So if you're looking for faith, go to the Bible Gateway and get some. |
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