Decision Time

So lately I've been feeling a little lost. Generally I'm happy but I don't feel 100% "Fulfilled". A friend was talking about doing a course to help her along in her chosen career, and it got me thinking about doing the same thing.

Then I had a think about completing a course in something totally un-career-related, just for s's and g's. To get my 'creative juices flowing' and all those cliches.

Thoughts averted back to advancing my knowledge in my career (Ooh! I used the 'C' word. It's not just a J.O.B. any more, is it?!) and I've decided that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to complete a Diploma which would be a useful little qualification to have under my belt, and once my study is up, I'll reconsider doing a course just for the sake of it.

First step - talk to my boss about getting it funded by work!

I'm getting rather excited about it all actually. I'm working in a field that I would never have even considered entering when I was young and dreaming of a wonderful career as a journalist (although the realistic side of me did kick in at one stage, as I had no desire to work for the local rag in a two-horse town ... Okay, so maybe the town was a little bigger, but you get my drift!). Life got in the way of those dreams, and I found myself just needing a job. Over a year later I'm still there, but I went from temping to permanent in about 6 weeks, so I must've done something right.

I really enjoy working where I'm working, and think it would an interesting career to pursue. Working my way up the ranks, around the traps. And heck, if I feel a need to write in years to come, I could always work on that novel or study again and try and crack into the world of journalism.

Who knows where I'll go on this yellow brick road of life.

Onwards and upwards from here - let's get me a diploma!

I am a material girl: What I want

So sue me, the first one's not exactly 'materialistic'. Whatev.

After 7 years of wanting, by May 30 this year, I WILL have a tattoo. I'm getting the word 'believe' tattooed on the inside of my foot. Yes, I'm aware that foot tattoos are incredibly painful, but I want it there, so I'm getting it there.

Something like this:

I'm not normally big on 'fancy' writing, but a I found this one and I don't mind it. I think I'd get the 'B' in lower case. If I didn't go the 'fancy' writing, I'd love to get it done in my own handwriting. It would add more meaning to the tattoo for me too.

Once I've got me some ink, I daresay I'll be hankering for more, so tattoo number two will probably be a tear drop. Either on my wrist, or on the back of my neck.

I also want a home. One of my own. Where I can paint the bathroom hott pink and the bedroom ceiling silver. Not that I would, I have a wee bit more taste than that, but I yearn for a home for me and The Boy. Where one day we'll walk through the threshold as a newly married couple. Where one day we'll bring home our first born child.

I have found an almost perfect property already, but we're not technically looking yet. Finances and stuff to sort out *roll of the eyes* A girl can dream though, and this girl is certainly a dreamer. One day. A little townhouse of our own. Bliss.

Hmmm ... While I'm being uber-selfish, what else do I want?

I'd love a nice car for The Boy and I to go for leisurely Sunday drives in. I don't want the costs associated with it though, so that could make that one a little tricky.

I'd love to tone up and lose about 5kg. Okay, so I know this one's up to me and I should really put in more effort. Which I will. I really don't like myself right now.

I'd love a new computer, and admittedly we'll be getting a 'new' computer in a couple of weeks, so I've no need to feel guilty, materialistic and gluttonous for this want.

I'd love some ice-cream right now. Yum. Cold Rock would go down a treat (no pun intended).

Short of indulging in the above, some chocolate would go down fantastically right now also. Alas, the only chocolate we have is not worth the calories. Blergh.

Bah, let's face it, what I really want is to win the lotto. I'd set myself up for life and indulge like there was no tomorrow. After all, this life is here to be lived.

pics from Flickr

Nutter!

Okay, so I promised myself I'd be more conscientious with this blog, regular blogging etc etc etc.

And I had every intention to! Cross my heart!

Alas, I forgot my freakin' password.

Thought I'd put in every possible option, tried the 'resend password' thing a couple of times. No e-mails. Hmm. So I decide to give logging in one last go.

Hoorah! Success! It was what I thought it was all along, I was just using the wrong case. Call me a dufus if you wish, I certainly have!

Yay for remembering passwords!

My Return to Blogging

It's been some time (several months even) since I've last blogged. I had another blog set up but forgot my log-ins etc etc and didn't see the harm in setting up a new one instead, so here I am!

7.50am Saturday. I've been out of bed for *shudders* over an hour. I've been awake for *shudders* well over an hour. Welcome to Valentines Day with a partner who sells flowers for a living (but he's not a florist - he's a flower wholesaler. There is a difference, and his sexuality is in tact). Of course, there are good things about having a partner who has access to the best flowers in the city - there's a darned good chance he'll be coming home with a bunch of said best flowers once he's finished for the day.

Admittedly, waking up this morning was nowhere near as painful as it was last Saturday. I was up at about 7.20am, getting ready for yet another chiropractic adjustment when I hear the sound of a brass instrument. The lovely little cherub next door has chosen to learn a brass instrument and practice at a ridiculous hour on a Saturday morning. Nice. Fortunately, given that I was awake, it was *almost* bearable. For aforementioned partner (hereafter referred to as S) it was not bearable. Despite not being the spring chicken he once was, the previous evening, S had gone to a concert and arrived home at around 2.30am. Hearing a brass instrument being played by an amateur 5 hours later does not mix well with the after affects of alcohol. It was rather amusing for me. Until I realised that the player knew only two songs: 'Three Blind Mice' and the opening bars of 'Eye of the Tiger'. So we were treated to a 'Three Blind Eyes of the Tiger' medley. Should've been released as a single - it would've shot right to the top of the charts. ... Or maybe not.

As it turns out, the offending instrument was a tuba. Have you ever seen a young girl (I'm guessing about 8) with a tuba? She must be developing some serious arm muscles carting that thing around. *ponders using a tuba for weight training*

Instead, I was awoken this morning with cuddles and kisses and "Happy Valentines Day, baby. I love you so much". Aww. How can a girl object to that? Not being able to get back to sleep afterwards was less than enjoyable, so here I am blogging. Instead of housework or packing for our night away. Meh. There are hours between now and when we leave. At least 4 of them. Plenty of time. It's only a night. I'll only need to work out which 3 pairs of shoes I should take, not 5. No, I'm not that bad. Not always. I managed a week-long trip to NSW with 4 pairs of shoes, and I only wore 2 pairs. And bought 1 new pair.

Clearly my lack of sleep in is beginning to catch up with me, as I'm fairly certain I'm beginning to ramble ("Beginning??" scoff the readers). Although if you can't ramble in a blog, where can you ramble?