Little Cookies

Illness takes hold

Going to give this post a go while my energy holds up. I'm still sick and not really getting much better. I've had a stint in hospital to be rehydrated and now have some impressive bruising where they tried to find veins to put the drip in. Also had a nice visit from some ambulance folk the other night when it seemed I was vomitting up a little too much of that red stuff that's stupposed to pump through the body and make us stay alive. Luckily they were really understanding and figured I'd be better in my own bed with a bucket rather than stuck in hospital alone.

So at the moment it's day by day. I miss Miles. I'm too ill to look after him. Mum and Dad have been having him, plus a friend. Amba also took the last two days off to have him. Breastfeeding has had to pretty much stop. I just cant. Hvaing a little hot body on me is a little too much. Now we're down to the token morning and night love in. Can't be any nutrition left in the milk cause there sure as hell isn't any left in me.

So I've hardly unpacked the new house, it's far from feeling like home. Plus I had to miss a blogging get together with some other bloggers that I'd been really looking forward to. I'm still a bit crushed about missing it. (To all those waiting by the mail box for their gifts, you can go back inside for awhile. Might be a bit before I can get to the post office), Hopefully there;s another one in the future I can go to.

Righto, well out of energy now. Back to bed.

Not so noice noises.

Can't type

got the spews

blerk blergh gurggle burp

pardon me.

super brief brief

There's boxes everywhere, but I can offically say we've moved house. New place, new walls to scuff up, new windows to put hand prints on, new neighbours to peer at from behind the curtains.

It was sta-inkin' hot all weekend so I pulled up stumps everyday at 11am. No moving for me after 11am. Especially when it's so hot the sweat pools in your thongs (footwear, not underwear.)

I haven't got the phone line connected yet, so I'm not online, but when I fianlly get there, I will start positng more regularly and about more interesting things than just what I've been doing.

Until then .... here is someone who has found a nifty use for the bag I sent them.

Off the wall (and signing off)

I'm pertty much positive I don't need to sing the virtues of moving house to anyone. Everyone's aware of the character building rigmarol you have to go through. ARGH! I hate it, and the process has only just begun.

(On an upside, I did finally find my car keys that I lost months ago.)

I'm going to be offline for a few days while they transfer our internet connection to the new house. I'm keeping Telstra in business because supposedly they have to send someone out to the  new house to flick a switch. And that'll take 3-5 working days of course. (If I'm ever late paying a bill however they are more than happy to yell at me the instant it's overdue. I'm not sure they'd be accomodating if I told them my payment would arrive in 5-7 days.)

So I'll see you all when we're all moved and unpacked and settled in and I've got a nice cup of peppermint tea in my hand.

I forgot to add that we've had to give away our dog. It's all so sad. Gin has had a really crappy life ever since we moved from our farm into town about 8months ago. No bunnies to chase, no verandahs to sun her belly on. Just a box of a backyard which has made her miserable. Anyway, we can't take her to the new house. No Pers Allowed. So after trying to find someone we know to take her in we eventually had to put a 'free to loving home'' ad in the paper. A lovely couple came and picked her up tonight. She's heading to a farm to be a companion for a puppy that needs a playmate. She's going to be very happy, and I think they're even going to let her inside. I'm so so so happy that it worked out. Still feel pretty bad that we had to give her away, and about losing her, but she'll be okay.

"It's been great, Gin".

Packing List

1. Stop thinking someone else will pack for you. There are no such things as magic packing genies.

2. Cancel gas, electricity, water, male escort.

3. Stop crying over old clothes I no longer fit into and just take them to the op shop.

4. Organise sewing stuff then pack it (read: throw it all in a box and work it out later).

5. Organise carpet steam cleaning and remember to explain large red wine stain near Amba's side of the bed.

6. Clean the whole house like my mother would. Not how I would. Hoping that it's dark when they do the inspection is not good enough.

7. Put a note in the neighbour's letter box saying nice being neighbours and if you stole Amba's ute we're going to deck you.

8. Don't forget to pack the baby.