That Will Teach Me for Being Such a Big Nerd

On December 29, 2009, in Activities, Blogs, Hubby, children, family, by ness

I just upgraded my blogs across the board to the new WP 2.9 and for some reason it’s bollocksing up the code on one of them. I type it out painstakingly tag for tag, and then as soon as I hit save or publish, it buggers it up again. Annoyance of the highest factor.

The other thing is that at the moment, the other parental unit is on holiday. He is making it his mission to moan at me every time I so much as breathe near the computer. I am starting to wonder when ‘what I do’ is going to SINK THE F*CK INTO his brain.

I am a photographer who needs to edit photos, sell stock photos, maintain an online portfolio, research techniques.

I am a graphic designer who needs to design all sorts of stuff, sell stock images and again, maintain an online portfolio and research new ideas and techniques.

I am a blogger who maintains a network of blogs. I produce original content, learn good white hat SEO techniques, am in the process of redesigning each of these sites single-handedly (whilst learning how to along the way), any hesitancy or laziness in this regard directly begins to affect my income. Yes, I earn money blogging. But I am not yet at the stage where I can show him a hundred thousand dollar cheque and tell him to shut the hell up. Not yet. Until then, I suppose he will make it his mission to wave his paw dismissively and say ‘bah’ everytime I try to explain this. I am very, very tired of trying to explain this.

So, while he is on holiday. I am not.

I am trying, very very hard to do what I need to do, during the times when he is otherwise indisposed (mindlessly watching cricket – you don’t see me moaning at him) and while the kid are happily playing with their new sandpit, and generally good natured and entertained.  But there are a few random times during the day where I am in the middle of a thought process, trying to get something done, and his constant stream of interruptions is driving me mad.

Should we go to “XYZ” wine farm today?

What do you think of this?

Why don’t you go and play with the kids instead of playing on the computer (now my work has been downgraded to ‘playing’) all the time?

Are you going to help me clean the kitchen? Did you hear me in here? (Yes I did, and I was just wondering if you were going to help me fold the laundry fugnuts!)

Ugh.

I hate being the negative person, but I feel like I am stripping very ugly wall paper off very sticky walls right now, i.e. it may well be the most frustrated feeling in the world.

Anyhoo.  I think the solution may be to get up even earlier, like say, maybe, 4am, and put in a solid 3 hours before anyone else is up. Then another 3 hours from 7pm till 10.  That should just about cover what I need to do.

Yeah, maybe I just solved my own problem. Or at least solve it without involving meat cleavers, and skulls. :)

Sure, it would be easier to go and just find a job, or do a science job search but realistically, I’d much rather do this, and have the potential to really take off.

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Nail Your Housework and Exercise!

On June 8, 2009, in Activities, Emigration, by ness

In just a few easy steps:

1. Let the state of your house get bad enough for you to freak out when you walk in the door, after dropping the kids at school and your husband at work.

2.  Put your DSTV (for those of you locals) on Audio Channel 115, and pump up the volume (hard core dance music will work for everyone else).

3. Now throw away arbitrary debris (old bills/envelopes), unload dishwasher, reload dishwasher to the hilt, wash the 9 mugs you found  – after you’ve already started the dishwasher – by hand.

4.  Wipe down counters, vacuum and MOP WHILE YOU BOP (That’s the exercise part). Stop bopping when you wonder if your neighbors might have just caught sight of you drying the floor using an old towel as you do dance moves outlawed from the 80′s, whilst shimmying the towel around. Think Michael Jackson feet, with Madonna on top. Something like that.

5.  Plop down on couch totally exhausted from the exertion pick up a magazine and read diet pill reviews and then get up almost immediately again, when you realise you have just under an hour to cram at least 3 hours work into just 45 minutes before you have to fetch Skippy for swimming lessons…

…and the beat goes on…

Well, I suppose I’d better get used to doing all my own housework, considering we’re outtahere in just (check out my sidebar countdown clock, actually that date could in all likelihood move forward. What I have there, is the latest possible date for our departure, provided all goes according to plan).

Anyway as I was saying, believe it or not…and I’ll deny this if you ever repeat it, I actually enjoy the thrill of seeing how well I can clean my house. No I have no desire to clean anyone else’s but it’s thrilling nonetheless.  Especially since I use it as an opportunity for exercise, and getting off my backside.

Life feels good today, and just brimming with opportunity.

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Where Do All The Socks Go!?

On February 14, 2009, in Activities, Flipper, Skippy, by ness

The other day, I realised to my dismay that Skip was running out of socks. The kid has grown like a foot over the last few months, and his really small socks don’t fit on his flippers that used to be his cute little feet.

So hubby and I were out, found some really cute camouflage socks, and bought them. Basic pack of three. Desert Camouflage (Brown and Beige), Jungle Camouflage (Green and Beige), and even a Snow Camouflage pair (Black, Grey, White).

I really can’t believe we were so dumb and didn’t just buy a pack of 3 pairs, all in the SAME COLOR. Because he’s now the proud owner, of ONE Of each of the above. What the hell am I going to do with that? Fashion some sort of climbing rope too short to be of any use? They were so cool too. Now they’re freaking obsolete. Yes I just called socks, OBSOLETE. Because I’m geeky like that.

I might just have to invest in a barcode scanner with the laundry around here. Maybe it’s my fault that I have ‘help’ with the laundry two days a week, (same lady who does the floors and windows). Because when I do the laundry, I find everything again, because I know what goes in. Or maybe it’s because my washing machine is afraid of me.

Believe it or not, and I’m serious when I say this, I’m looking forward to living in my new country (when that eventually happens) and not having home help. (Somebody link back to this post when I start moaning about housework over there), but honestly, I look forward to the day of having complete control in my household.

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Oh, and on another note, (and I can hardly believe this myself) hubby and I managed to go out and meet up with some of his work colleagues at one of their houses with the kids in tow (other colleagues had kids along too), for a pizza night (making our own pizzas since they have a proper pizza oven next to their indoor barbeque), and managed to successfully have a great evening.

Flipper went to sleep in his camp cot (pack n play for you yanks), and we let Skip stay up way past his bed time with the older kids watching movies, and he eventually passed out on the couch around 10pm.  We stayed until 11pm and then headed home after a great time!

Tonight we’re off to a Turkish restaurant with hubby’s cousin and his wife and another two couples (yes on Valentines day), and my mom is babysitting.

I can’t believe we’re going out two nights in a row. Tonight, without kids. I actually feel like a real adult again!

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