For the last 4 years or so, whenever I get stressed, I put my neck out. This was something I could manage as it used to go away once the stress was relieved. But now it’s more of a constant problem, and is exacerbated by stress. I feel like I’ve tried everything; massage, chiropractic, acupuncture, heat, sports massage (deep tissue) and pain killers. But nothing has had a long-term affect on the pain, and it’s getting worse. Does that mean I’m more stressed or that the problem has embedded itself into my life and I’m just going to be sore all the time?
I have had to miss work on quite a few occasions, as when it’s really bad, my range of movement is limited. And not only do I miss out on the income, but the treatments cost a fair bit too. I’ve lost count of the amount I have spent on treating my neck over the last few years and am getting a little sick of it. And now that I’m in Melbourne, I don’t have my regular masseuse or acupuncturist to go to when I need it.
I do have my dear Hubsband who gives me massages, so I am grateful for that. But this is an ongoing problem that I really wish I could get rid of. If anyone has any amazing treatments I can try down in Melbs, I would love to hear about them.
That’s the end of my Whine.
It’s been such an eventful week that it’s hard to know where to start, so I’ll begin with our “First Days” of uni and work. Hubsband started his 2 week bridging course for Medicine last Monday and had a pretty full week. He has met lots of new friends ranging in age from 23 to over 30. They had a pub session on Friday that started around 2pm and ended with last drinks at 10pm! I joined them at around 6pm after work (someone’s gotta earn the beer money! They seem like a lot of fun and I’m sure he’ll enjoy getting to know them over the next few years.
Here is a picture of Hubsband on his first day:
So now it’s my turn. I registered with a recruitment agency and immediately found a job they were advertising that I thought would be great. So while I was there for my interview, I mentioned the job to my recruiter and she arranged for me to meet the person in charge of filling that position. That was on the Monday. I then had an interview for the job on Thursday at 2pm and the job was offered to me at 5:30pm! It’s permanent part-time as the Memberships Administrator for Chemical Engineers in Australia and I’ll be working 5 days a fortnight (Thurs, Fri and every 2nd Wed).
I had my first day there last Thursday and very soon realised that I was going to be working with the most difficult database known to mankind! The lady whose job I was taking over did 2 days of training with me which was really great but it’s SERIOUSLY complex. She could tell that I was having a little freak-out on Friday morning and said to me that when she first started it took her quite a few weeks to feel comfortable with it and not to worry if it wasn’t making sense just yet. That made me feel a bit better. I just hope I remember everything when I go back on Wednesday!!
Here’s me on my first day of work:
So all in all, we both had successful first weeks in our new positions. I’ll be looking for another part-time job to help pay for the beers (and the wines we just bought at the Yarra Valley this weekend, but that’s another post to come!) so until then we’ll just be drinking cask wine… AS IF!!!!
You think Jimmy Barnes says
“Cheap wine and a three day growth”
but what he REALLY says is
“She’s crying like a three-legged goat”
How red is YOUR face?
I got in touch with my inner-nerd last week and attended “Game On” with Hubsband; “Melbourne’s must-see exhibition of 2008 – the action-packed celebration of games culture that has thrilled over one million players of all ages around the world. Game On tracks the development of videogames from the first computer game to arcade-era hits and the very latest from today’s billion dollar industry.” Make that one million and two players!
I was a little skeptical at first, thinking it was going to be another nerd convention like SupaNova but I was pleasantly surprised at the number of normal people there! (Ha ha. Sorry honey. Just cos you’re a nerd, doesn’t mean you’re not normal.) But seriously, there were children, girlfriends, wifeys, mothers (mostly carrying around jackets and sitting around waiting for hubsbands and kids to get tired) and everyone in between. And the games! We got to play quite a few different games including:
Star Wars (the arcade game with the vector images)
Tron arcade game
Donkey Kong (game and watch)
Adventure on the Atari
… just to name a few! There were quite a few people there but there were also quite a few games to play so there was always something to do. We even ran into Yahtzee, but we almost didn’t recognise him cos he wasn’t wearing his trademark hat.
We also checked out the game consoles that had been made over the last 36 years which was actually quite interesting. We finished off with about half an hour in the theatre watching the “Machinima Showcase” which is a “new kind of filmmaking that uses computer games technology to ‘shoot’ film.” Yeah, I found it boring too but Hubs enjoyed it. It gave me a chance to have a rest, so I was happy.
We were there for 3 hours, then I decided it was time to go home. I was all nerded out for one day!
Hubsband playing Populous
Wifey posing with Lara Croft. Yeah, I think I’m heaps better looking too…
In ‘She Bop’, you think Cyndi Lauper says
“I won’t worry, and I won’t fret” (ain’t no law against it yeah)
but what she REALLY says is
“I want a rabbit, and I want a ferret” (ain’t no law against it YET)
How silly do YOU feel?
One of our favourite things to do in Brisvegas was to go to the movies at Southbank. Among other things, it has the cheapest tickets in town. Their normal prices are $7.90 for adults and $5.90 for students. Which meant Hubs and I could go to the movies for a mere $13.80. AND the parking was FREE!! And if we decided to get some munchies, they were cheap as chips as well. I really can’t fathom why anyone would pay $14 per ticket to see a movie at the other places.
The other amazing things about Southbank is that they have all the latest movies, and you can see all the new releases on the IMAX screen. And don’t even get me started on cheap Tuesday – then the tickets drop down in price even more.
*sigh* In Melbournia, it would cost me $15.50 and Hubs $12.50 to see a movie. There are a few movies we really want to see, but at that price, plus train tickets, we might as well just get a couple of bottles of wine, hire a DVD and have a great night in! This doesn’t solve our problem of wanting to see movies like Hancock, Get Smart and The Dark Knight, without having to promise our first born to Village Cinemas.
We are on the look out for cheap cinemas down here, so if you know of any, please let us know! Otherwise we’ll just save our pocket money and we might get to see 1 movie every 6 months. *sigh* My life is so hard 🙂
The thing about being married to a 22 year old (or someone who’s 27 who still THINKS he’s 22) is that every now and then Hubs thinks it’s HILARIOUS to give me a hickey. When we first started going out, I was mortified by this, however I soon got in to the spirit of things and started giving as good as I got:
I was actually pretty good at it! This was one I gave him for his birthday last year just before we were leaders on a kid’s camp! (Actually, I think there are 2 hickeys there!!! Yeah!)
And here’s Hub’s most recent handy work at our going away party in June:
But I reckon he’s losing his touch. (Can you even see it?) Although that might mean he’ll want some more practice. I know I’ll probably regret saying this, but hickeys don’t really bother me that much anymore, as long as I don’t have an interview or a special occasion coming up. Plus Hubs gave them to me so often at one stage that it was normal to see Wifey sporting a new hickey at church each week!
So thank you, dear Hubsband, for keeping us young and completely unclassy!
(To learn how to remove hickeys, click here, though I’ve never bothered with anything other than make up!)
I went for a wee walk the other day to post a letter to my Nanny and came across a rather odd sight on the footpath:
At first glance I thought they’d taken the advertising for the new X-Files movie to the suburbs, but after a closer look I realised it was just a jelly-fish! After some investigating (i.e. looking into the yard that it was sitting outside of) I noticed a fishing boat and came to the conclusion that Jerry the Jelly Fish was a stowaway, looking for greener pastures. Unfortunately for Jerry, the grass was not greener on the other side.
And the next day, all that remained of Jerry was a puddle. Perhaps this is a case for Mulder and Scully after all…
One of my goals this year was to learn some new skills. Some things I had in mind were to do a sign language course, to get back in to some sewing, and to perhaps try my hand at a new sport. What I DIDN’T have in mind was learning how to give someone dreadlocks.
Hubsband: Honey, I’ve wanted dread locks for a while now, can I get them?
Wifey: Sure, how much are they?
Hubsband: $500 to get them done at the salon….
Hubsband: or $150 for a DIY kit that you can buy on-line which means you could dread my hair! Wouldn’t that be tee-yodally awesome?
Wifey: Ummmmmmmmmmmmm….. sure, okay….
So the kit was ordered, and on ANZAC Day 2008 (a Friday) we began.
Before we begin: Say goodbye to Hubsband’s beautiful, untangled, luscious hair (sniff)
Step One: Section off the hair in to 1 inch squares and put them in rubber bands. I made 70 sections, a perfect 35 on each side. (2 hours)
Step Two: Spray the hair with Locking Accelerator – stuff that knots your hair up good and proper (5 minutes)
Step Three: Backcombing. Now on the instructional DVD, it takes about 5 minutes to explain this process, but takes a lot longer to do. Basically it’s teasing the hair, but in a gradual way so as not to create big messy clumps of hair. It takes about 100 strokes per inch of dread, and some of Hub’s hair was 14 inches long!! I managed to get it to about 20 minutes per dread which I was quite happy with. Here are some of Hub’s first dreads:
Now before I go on to Step 4, let me give you an insight into our “dread week”:
Friday: 12noon til 9:30pm – Sectioning, backcombing, finished 14 dreads (my hands were like claws when I went to bed – I could hardly move them. But they were okay on Saturday)
Saturday: 8:00am (Hubs made me a cooked brekky to start the day off) til 3:00pm – 15 Dreadlocks. Then I went to a hen’s night!
Sunday: 7:30pm (late start) til 10:30pm – 7 Dreadlocks
So by this stage Hubs had half a head of dreads. AND he had to go to work on Monday morning! Tee hee! We really thought I’d be finished by now, but we were only half way through.
Monday: 4:00pm til 10:30pm – 17 Dreadlocks (and Wifey was getting a little tired of this by now!)
Tuesday: 5:00pm til 10:30pm – 14 Dreadlocks. I only had 3 to go but just couldn’t do it that night
Wednesday: BLISS!! Finished the last 3!! Or so I thought….
Step Four: Waxing the little friggers. Each dread had to be waxed and rolled which took about an hour. Then they had to be blow dried so the wax really soaks in. That took another half an hour. And low and behold, Wednesday night my Hubs had dreads. Total time physically working on them (excluding breaks): 33 hours.
And since then he’s had heaps of comments on how awesome they are (not just from me!) They do look really great actually. And because all the hair gets caught in them (eew) it doesn’t fall out all over the place! Hooray! I must admit that I feel a sense of pride when Hubs tells people that I did his hair for him. It’s certainly a new skill that I’ve learnt! Oh, and I NEVER want to do it again!
For all those Miles From Nowhere fans out there (I know there’s a few of you!) no, I’m not talking about a comeback tour (rats). I’m talking about the denim variety of the gene… er… jean. Up until a year ago, jeans and I didn’t get along. In fact, there had been NO jeans-lovin’ since I was about 11 years old and hadn’t yet developed hips. (They came at 11 and a half and the jeans were put in the back of the wardrobe)
I was really okay with this arrangement to be honest, as I got along famously with skirts and three-quarters. Even when I lived in Scotland for a year, I survived without jeans. Instead opting for the “pant” or “trouser” to keep me warm, as well as a few under-layers of course.
And then along came my Hubsband-to-be. He couldn’t understand why anyone wouldn’t wear jeans. Nay, would HATE jeans and not even consider wearing them. The thing is, I had TRIED to buy jeans at places like Just Jeans, Jeans West, Jay Jays etc (alliteration is huge in the Jean industry) but I ended up with pint-sized sales assistants insisting that I couldn’t POSSIBLY need a size that big and handing me a few pairs of jeans that would barely fit over my calves. So really it’s their fault that I was scared away from this super-versatile item of clothing for so long.
Enter a friend from church who also had a few curves. She suggested this shop at Chermers where she buys all her jeans. And 8 months later, my sister-in-law-to-be, along with a bit of courage, went shopping and voila! Wifey’s first pair of jeans in a lonnnnnnng time!
Not bad hey? Now I’m not saying I put these bad boys on and all of a sudden I was a convert. It did take me a few more weeks before I wore them in public. Funnily enough Hubs-to-be didn’t even notice the first time I wore them! After a couple of months however, I became very attached and we have now been going strong for 12 months. I even bought my second pair a few days ago in Melbourne (from the same chain as my first ones) and I like them even BETTER!
Hooray for jeans!