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My Writing Corner...

I finally managed to sort out a writing corner for myself... It's not well decorated atm, but give me time! I've put up calendars for 2008 and 2009, that's a start.


So, anyway, it's funny, but I do feel a little more focused now, and have been able to get into the work mind set sitting here. Which is a good thing because I really wasn't "feeling it" over on the dining room table.

So, today's job is all about getting a timeline sorted. Having looked at dates etc. and taking into account the ideas my supervisor put forward, it looks like I'm going to have to spin out 4000 words a fortnight. That's a bit scary, but if I think about it, that's really just a short story every couple of weeks, and I can spin one out in a day quite easily once I'm on a roll, and this is just a draft level anyway, not polished - that comes later...

I need to have the entire 40 000 word draft completed before bubs arrives, and with the current timeline, I'…

Lest we forget: the mythology of war...

Yes, hold onto your hats chickadees, I'm about to be blasphemous...

Was watching the ANZAC Day coverage yesterday - well, the short version shown on the 6 o'clock news anyway - and apparently the crowd at the Melbourne Memorial was huge and comprised mainly of young people honouring their grandfathers and great grandfathers (and a few grandmothers and great grandmothers as well). The news crews interviewed a handful of these young people as to why they were there and as if indoctrinated by some sort of undercover agents (I shouldn't have watched The Manchurian Candidate last week), they unanimously came out with, "Well, if they [the ANZACs] hadn't gone to war, we wouldn't be here now." Tears of thankfulness glistened and even I felt some remnant of Aussie pride at how these soldiers had saved Australia from peril...

But then, they crossed to Turkey, and to France as well, and told the tale of how tens of thousands of Australian servicemen and women had d…

Blogging because I know I should...

Back from Adelaide.

It was a good trip. Figured out how to pay for Foxtel on the way there (yay for me!), so the trip over was bearable... The trip back was a tad more of a pain though, not screens, night time, so no view, and basically feeling tired...

Oh, I saw some DVDs while I was over there; Hairspray (I liked it though I can see it wouldn't be everyone's taste), The Brave One (with Jodie Foster) and The Manchurian Candidate (WEIRD conspiracy movie with overtones of Hamlet), and Children of Men, which wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, though there was basically no character development to speak of (and that would have improved it)...

Ate crap and am suffering the unmentionable consequences that only other pregnant woman might guess at - argh, pass the Rennis and the licorice...

Oh, yeah, and I saw my supervisors. A much more positive experience than I was expecting it to be. My female supervisor is just BRILLIANT, I wanted to pack her in my bag and bring…

A meeting of the minds...

So, Dave took Luey out with him yesterday to meet up with an old friend, and then go see another old friend who runs a shop in Camberwell. As they were leaving the second old friend's shop, Dave says to Luey, "So, are you going to say goodbye to Marty?"

Luey goes, "Goodbye Marty Farty," and giggles...

Marty replies, "Goodbye Luey Pooey," and laughs back...

Hahahaha, Luey met his match! Luey thought this was fantastic, btw, wasn't upset by it - and now rates Marty amongst his closest friends, I think...

NT scan, and a ramble about "choices"...

No, my baby is not a pteradactyl, LOL... S/he just has her/his hands up by her/his face...

Well, I had my NT scan yesterday :). I wasn't sure if I was going to have any scans this pregnancy, but then I felt it was the right thing for me to do. I had concerns, especially about having twins, but also about having a missed m/c. I had been feeling movement for weeks already, and that was fueling my concerns about twins (I was excited at the idea that I might be having twins, but having mounting concerns about how Dave would cope with that, and it was impacting my experience of this pregnancy)...

My midwife is NOT a fan of scans, and I completely understand where she is coming from on this, I too have read a lot about the risks of scanning, but for me, it was a calculated risk that I was willing to take. I'd like to juxtapose this with the fact, that she supports vaccinating, which also has known risks, but she feels those risks are balanced by the benefits of vaccinating, where…

Cheeky Monkey!

Last night Dave had gone out to pick up some milk. Erik and Luey were in bed already, but Bryn had had a rare nap, so was still up. There was CRAP ALL on tv (some days I wish I could afford Foxtel!), and we'd been on channel 10, but I flicked through the channels and found a fascinating episode of InSight on SBS about identical twins and genetic inheritance research...

Anyway, so I was watching this for a minute or so, and then Bryn pipes up with;

B: Mum, did you change the channel to SBS?

Me: Yes

B: Turn it back to channel 1

Me: No, bubba, there's nothing on channel 1 and I'm watching this...

B: Turn back to CHANNEL 1!!!

Me: Hey, you, bossy boots (smiling), I want to watch this!

Bryn cracked up laughing at this stage...

B: Turn over to channel 4!

Me: No! I'm watching this!

Bryn cracks up laughing again, then gets down from the couch, and picks up a toy and thumps it on the coffee table with his face all screwed up in mock anger and punctuates his words by thumping the table w…

Erik, my little social blotting pad...

This child has always been so observant and such a social sponge, and yet he's - at the same time - socially naive...

When he was about 5, I found him and Luey playing with their "babies" and putting them to bed etc. Erik directed Luey to give his baby a bottle, and I (ignoring the fact them my sons weren't likely to ever lactate) asked him why the baby was having a bottle. He said that babies have bottles, and I said that he didn't, and Luey didn't, and most babies we knew in person didn't because they were breastfed, and he came right back with, "Well, SOME babies have bottles!" What could I say, all the modelling in the world hadn't stopped him absorbing that in our society, many babies DO feed from bottles...

So, then yesterday, at the shopping centre, I mentioned something about being pregnant. I'd already told the kids a couple of weeks ago, but it's like he didn't hear me the first time, and so he goes, "You're …

It's just amazing to me...

Bryn outside the front door: Mum, help me, mum!

Me: What's up?

Bryn: Putting the bats away in the bedroom.

Me: Ok (I open the front screen door for him, then open the bedroom door for him)...

Bryn: Putting the red bat and the blue bat away, and then honey toast!

Me: Do you want lunch now? (it's five to 12, his internal clock is spot on)

Bryn: Yes, putting the bats away, and putting the swords away and having lunch!

Then he goes outside and retrieves the swords, brings them in, puts them in the bedroom...

Bryn: Ok, I've put the bats away and the swords away, not you make lunch!


OMG, it's like this all day. Six months ago he had lots of words but the sentence structure was very scetchy and now, it's all chat, chat, chat all day, and it just blows me away! The range of what he talks about is just so huge now, I can't keep track; there's daily activities, then there's future plans, there's emotional stuff, and family stuff and his own interests. He ta…