It started out well enough.. Fringe Opening 2006

 

 

 

 

 

Emily and Phoebe Jamieson

 
 

Emily's first day of school.

Roll Up! Roll Up! Let the Games Begin!

Most people think it is pretty boring to have a friend who is pregnant. Well those people are WRONG. With a capital W. Oh. I made that point.

Having a friend who is pregnant is only second to a trip to Disneyland on the excitement ladder. Because when you have a pregnant friend, you can play the quessing game. Yes, like the 5-year olds game, but better cos it is about me and my baby belly.

So copy and paste the below into a comment and tell us what you think. Each catagory winner will win.... prestige. And the overall winner will have the baby named after them.

Guess the Baby Fact Game!
1. Fred or Ella (i.e. gender):
2. Birth Date:
3. Labor length:
3. Weight:
4. Dave’s Nose, Heather’s Chin or both:

(Hint: the proposed due date is November 30)

Bump Progress: Week 30

Well, I can't begin to describe how hideous I am currently finding photos of myself, simply for the pudge which now surrounds my piggy eyes, hides any suggestion of cheekbones and drips down past my jawline to create a mini-jowel.

Similarly, I'm perplexed that when I started this series of photos I referred to it as a 'bump'... This shows a lack of forsight on my behalf.. for the word 'bump' has cute and friendly connatations, mustering an image of a dear little pot-belly. The state we currently find it in would be much better described as a 'keg' or perhaps, as my 'whale section'. These words give a much better idea as to the sheer size of it, as well as impact on my day-to day life.

Anyway, bitching aside, I know you people like these sort of photos and I am increasingly weakened to the whims of my few readers. No doubt you will all pretend that the blurred fatty smudge which is now my face is 'glowing' or 'beautiful'. Well, georgia andyway. The rest of you are not so nice.

Thankfully Dave thought to keep my swollen, hobbit-like ankles from your snickering eyes.

Enjoy.

 
 
  

Fun Times in Kent

As my laptop was returned to me today (never actually broken, long story that is not the point of this entry), I find some time this evening to add a promised entry: Deal, Kent. OK, I have been forced to do it as Dave insists on watching 'THe History of the Ryder Cup' and I need to do something to block it out.

Deal, Kent... what can I say. More pharmacies per square foot than any other town I have been to. More nana scooters cruising the roads than cars. Home of the most beautiful golf course in the UK. It's obvious which of these attributes may have contributed to 'us' choosing this place as our holiday destination.

When Dave initially suggested we go there, I turned him down, for I had planned a weekend of ironing the tablecloths and didn't particularly relish the thought of spending hours wwaiting for him to finish golf. Dave heaped on the guilt adn suggested that it would be a lovely way to have a weekend to ourselves. So with the images of impending parenthood in my mind, I relented on the proviso that the holiday was about us, and not golf.

Fool.

Lovely little town. Perfect weather. Great company. When I had some, that is.

After polishing off the towns shops half-way through the proposed sole golfing session on Saturday, I explored the beach and headed back to our cute little B&B to wait for Dave. Lovely. However - it would be the first of many hours spent twiddling my thumbs, as he proceeded to fit in almost a full day of golf on the Sunday Thankfully I had my laptop with me and found some sort of amusement in that... buuntil the battery ran out and I found myself alone in the staid clubhouse rooms, scared to death of the grumpy, tea-slurping, formally-jacketed old golfers. I have not been so scared in a long time. Needless to say after 4 hours, I was not a happy bunny when Dave returned and spent a good part of the trip home mocking the wonderful 'us' time.

BUT all this being said and done, it was lovely to get away, it was nice to spend time with Dave when he was around. And seeing as he paid for it all, I shouldn't really complain. It's not often that I get out of SE1 (our postcode) let alone London.

Below are some photographs of the trip. THe beaches (quite painful under my tremendous weight) were not of the sandy ilk, and Dave had trouble building hte castle that he promised me.


 

Deal, Kent

 
 
 

THere ias nothing that special about this last photo except for the fact that I caught a seagull! I caught a seagull! I caught a seagull! CLick on it to better understand my excitment (and realise how un-exciting my life must be)

She who needs no introduction.....

Well as it is another day in Blog-land, we have another aspiring blogger joining our little community here. Checking the blogs each morning is becoming a MUCH bigger event than it was a year ago, when I would manically flick between Georgia and Pete's site and my own, disappointed when neither offered something new.

We are in a truely champagne period for the blog. I absolutely love it.

New to the group today is a Miss Beth Conacher, better know and 'That Fckn Buffy girl'. She needs little introduction to the majority of people who read this site as I suspect as those who read it are eiher a) Canadian like her or b) suffered her company in the Australina summer of 2001 (dear god - was it that long ago?). For those who have not had the pleasure of being in front of the gale-force of her personality, she is a great friend of mine who lives in Toronto (London, Toronto, Japan, Ghana... what a spread) whose destiny reads: Rich, Famous, Hot Husband. And can be seen in photos from my trip to Canada in Feb this year (STILL need to write that one up....)

I'm somewhat scared as to what she will offer us, but after viewing Lachy's blog of late, I realise it can't get any stranger really... I think. So add her to your favourites, put her on your blog links list, and check out the Bufferoo by clicking here or on the link on the left...

(Note: in an interesting synergy, as we all get used to Booker T taking over Lachy's site and those around it [in hysterics over the comment on Mez's blog] it is an interesting fact that the Hula Girl (aka Booker T's lady friend) was in fact a gift to Lachy from Buffy. Such a small world.)

Anyway - I know I have a thousand mind-bogglingly interesting trips to write up here, but it's 7.30pm and im still at the office, an hour away from home. I should get my computer tomorrow, so it will be very soon. A few little tidbits before I forget

- I have decided that it is a GREAT SIGN that when I opened today metero I was greeted with a Crows guernsey. Serioulsy. SUre, it was being modelled by Ley Ley Hewitt, but the fact it that the chances of me coming across such a sign is wee dwarf mouse small

- in order to leave a message on buffy's website, Kieran needed to create his own blog. Whilst this blog remains empty and unreachable (and he suspects he will leave it this way), the potential is definately there. ALthough unleashing the Kezdawg in blogland makes me VERY scared indeed...

- Mum and Dad are currently in Budapest. No doubt joining hte tens of thousands of rioters....

Meet Jo Hawkins

It just doesn't stop. Almost ever week, I introduce a new blog here. Which is just brilliant as Blogs are in my top 5 favourite things ever.

Today's blog is one that is particularly exciting. And not just because she refers to my blog as 'World-Famous' (did I mention how smart and savvy Jo is?), but becuase where Jo is and what she is doing is a world away from any other blog I link to.

For a bit of context, Jo (nee Black) is an old friend of David's, who for the majority of 2005 lived a stone's throw from us in London with (her now husband)Matt. Their wedding was our reason for returning to Adelaide in Feb this year. Since then, Jo (eye doctor extrordinnaire) and Matt (writer/producer/lecturer) have been living in Ghana. The monthly emails have had some pretty 'far-out' stuff in them about life in Africa but she has struggled to be able to succesfully send photos. Which is the reason for the blog. The photos are absolutely INCREDIBLE (as is her take on Ghana). Which, if she hadn't in a previous email detailed a few travel weeks with disasterious bowel-related consequences, would definately make me want to go there.

So you know what to do - link is on the right - or simply click here. Go now. It is good.

Bordeaux, France

 
I don't even know where to begin describing how awful I find this photo of myself. However seeing as Dave and the wine bottles look nice, and I'm looking pretty much on par in the rest of the photos, it will have to do.

Back home in London. Phew! Even though I had three people to split my baggage (literal and emotional) between, I found everything so tiring that I'm suprisingly happy to be back here. Won't write much on it now seeeing as Dave has gone for a run and both mum and dad want to use the computer before he comes back. THis is hte point where it would be nice to have a second computer, but we don't want to bring that one up. Not at work tomorrow, so unlikely to have the opportunity to write anything till Tuesday (which is Wednesday for you aussie bunnies).

So a few thoughts and I'm off:
-I am fine now - virus cleared up over a couple of days adn was mostly fine for France.
- Go the Crows.
- What the hell happened to Emilio Eztevez? Recent photos of him make me wan to weep. I was going to marry him.
- Georgia is the original blog fan, and it was sheer insanity for me not to have mentioned it (Although I have recently been getting weird emails from Lachy saying little more than 'I love blog!' and ' Ive checked your blog 10 times today' So the shout out there was becasue I worry about his stability.
- Laura is also obviously an avid fan. Laura comments can be found, without fail, after most news posts, on almost every blog I link to. Obsessed.
- FINALLY - I have noted that in my ansense, no blog was updated which leads me to infer that all my friends write purely for my amusment. Bless.

xxH

Impending Silence

Whilst enduring an evil virus which has left me unable ot hold down or desire food and in a state of constant exhaustion, I have managed to drag myself to work for a couple of hours today. For no other reason than to tell my legion of fans, that my blog will be somewhat silent for the next few days as I'm off to France to watch everyone else drink wine. It will be ok Lachy and Nadsie, I will be back in no time whatsoever.

OK. I'm too tired to write anything more.

Apologies for the Typing. I cant see what I write.

Well I sit here wriiting from my new shiny new computer - and it is very shiny, and very new and I loved it to bits. Yes, 'loved' it, as I'm trying to emotionally distance myself from it as tomorrow it goes back to it's maker to be replaced by a twin who'e screen light does not randomly stop working.

Yes, I write this in near darkness, dedicated blogger that I am.

Not much to say. May parents are due on an airplane in a matter of hours, Federer is hopefully about to sink the boot into the hateful Roddick (no reason for hate there, other than being a closet Mandy Moore fan, the fact he knocked Ley Ley out and that his eyes are weird) and some pasta bubbles away on the stove. I've been away for most of the weekend, and just checked my blog comments. Have been considering the idea of Webbie being behind a 'Vote For XXX' campaign and became very scared and impressed. Mr. Damien Leith is a lucky man indeed. Saying no to Webbie is the hardest person in the world to do this too is not a grandious statement. I'm dont think I've ever met someone who has been successful. And lived to tell the tale. I've also be reconsidering my remark that insinuated that watching Mez's blog was like watching paint dry. Perhaps in spite of me, her blog has become a hive of activity of late. The same connot be said of Verity's (ka-zing!).

What else? Dave has just spent the last half hour gleefully pointing out that according to Freakonomics (by Levitt and Dubner) Heather is in the top 5 American names that signify low-income, low-education, low, low low. I've been finding it particularly challenging to tie shoelaces of late - not only physically putting them on, but remembering which loop goes where. So he might have a point there.

I alluded to the fact that I was away these past 2 days, but unfortunately I'm going to leave that entry for hte new computer. It involves phots and best not be done after spending an hour waiting for a techie to tell me I would have to return the computer. God knows, injecting humour and excitment into the trip which was: Deal, Kent, United Kindom requires a bit more positivity than I currently have.

Oh - and after waking up yesterday morning, unable ot sleep-in in the knowledge that I could find out if the Crows beat Freo - I wrote a raptuous hurrah on this blog. Only to discover that I forgot that all important 'Publish' Step. Bum.

Must go. I've eaten the pasta, Roger is embarrassing Andy for even showing up, and staring at this screen too much longer will probably make my eyesight worse than it is.

xxH


p.s is it wrong to find federer attractive?

Weeks Rolling By

As it appears that the number of comments left on this site is dependant on new material, I though it best to add something in order to get a few of the beloved comments. Plus I do feel bad that after such a productive blog week last week, I've not touched it for a while - no doubt it must be becoming as disappointing as looking at Mez's blog every day :) (I plead work-related stress, as I have just started a new project, which was not in the best shape when it came to me, and I find myself still tapping away at the keyboard till 8pm at night... so the thought of doing anything but eating ans sleeping when getting home is not on. Sorry mr blog.).

Anyway - blah, blah, excuse, excuse - here are a few of the random thoughts

- Lachy's blog is hysterical

- The YouTube fascination continues, to the point where after watching everything Will Ferrell, CHristina Aguilera and Boonie, I found a recent clip of Mr. Damien Leith singing his heart out on AUstralian Idol (VOTE! VOTE! VOTE!). Good stuff, happy to be plugging him - HOWEVER I was even more delighted to catch a few seconds of Al and Al cheering raptuously from the audience! Nice hair Webbie!

- Parents ETA at Heathrow is next Tuesday, 6am

- Then off to Bordeaux, France with them for a long weekend. Went ot a doctor to get a letter that said it was ok for me to fly 'in my condition', which apparently makes life A LOT easier at the airports - only to have to pay $10.50 for it!?!?

- I dont know whether it is the hormone speaking here, but I found the photos of TOm Cruise's baby stupidly cute.

- Have signed-up for a number of baby club things such as Huggies and Pampers, purely in order to get £1 vouchers off nappies. In their attempt to solidify my patronage, they have started sending me 'Pregnanct Updates' detailing what should be happening to me/the baby during this particular week. WHIch is quite nice. Only worrying thing is that today they both sent me "29 Weeks" email, although I could have sworn it was only 28 weeks. So I have either stuffed up the maths somewhere or I lost a week somewhere as they have raced by or the people af Pampers and Huggies deliberately like to confused the addled Pregnant minds. Whilst I favour the latter reason, it is probably more likely that one of the first two are correct.

- I finished 'Midnight's CHildren' by Salman Rushdie. Hurrah! Currently racing through Zadie Smith's 'On Beauty'

- I GOT MY LAPTOP TODAY AND IT IS WAITING AT DAVE'S OFFICE FOR ME TO PICK IT UP AND IT IS PROBABLY THE MOST EXCITING THING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME IN A LONG LONG LONG TIME...(after the baby of course....though only just). SO for that very reason, I must go. But I go with the promise that there will be no more excuses as to quiet periods on htis blog.

- Oh - and Happy Birthday to Rach. I dont think she ever looks at this site, so maybe someone can tell her I thought of her, but in line with this horror week of work, I'm jet to even acknowledge that I forgot it last week. Blame Dave. He's your brother and should know better. Crap brother.....ahhh... I will do something better about this.

-Did I mention the computer? MUST GO!!!!

The Invasion Begins.....

 
  

France, 2004. AKA - When Dave Made An Effort.