Tuesday, August 17, 2004
I *think* life is finally getting back to normal (o.k. as normal as my life will ever be. I already hear my mates sniggering in the background).
I won't say that too loud (or often) because it might jinx the normality and I'll find myself in some bazaar situation involving lizards and peanut butter (or something equally as weird - it happens...) . So what does normality breed? In me - the ability and desire to share my thoughts with the world, instead of the half-hearted attempts that I've published in the past two weeks.
Yahoo! I'm back. I can write. I'm funny(sniggering mates again)! I can now face the fact that I have a hundred-odd thank yous I still haven't written, a house that will soon become a building site, floor-sanders-varnisher-polishes arriving tomorrow and four exams scheduled in October that I'm currently cramming for(have I mentioned the exams? no? I'll spare the pain until later in the month). But its all good. I can look forward into the future and see the bright shining light at the end of the tunnel. That magical time when the house will be AS_IT_SHOULD, I no longer need to study JAVA (the programming language, not the coffee) and I will have more than 34 pence at the end of a month.
Until then I will share my pain and heartache with my loyal followers. BTW - By The Way (I was told I need a glossary for all internet abbreviations and English slang. Do I use that much slang?) - I've added new sections to the wedding website - a thank you to everyone that helped out (http://www.wedding.oesterle.net/wedding/thankyou.asp) and photos (
http://www.wedding.oesterle.net/wedding/weddingphotos.asp)
Its just a start, but I'll add more photos every few days and format it a bit better. I'm just relieved to finally get some photos up (it only took 3 weeks!). I'm going to teach G how to use Photoshop so he can start working on it as well. He's good at doing stuff that just needs doing whereas I get bored and wander off... I do have the world's shortest attention span (can't you tell?!?). I'm like the ADD kid next door and spends the entire day running in circles on the front lawn. The only time I'll sit down for more than an hour is in a movie theatre because its rude to leave halfway through.
Seriously. This webblog is a major achievement stemming from loads of discipline and just really liking the idea that people willing read what I write. So thank you all for making me stick with something. Hurrah for you!
I do think that work settling down has helped a bit. I actually worked JUST the required 7 1/2 hours today. I ran out the door at about 15 past 4. It felt so good to be free I went to the gym which felt good as well as I'm not flogging myself to stay thin for a wedding. I had a nice little jog on the treadmill, did some moderate weights, looked for good-looking men with firm bottoms, and finished up with a slightly challenging turn on the cross trainer. I may not end up looking like Kylie, but it was helluva lot more enjoyable than trying to do 1000 meters in under 4:30 (I can do it, but I can't speak for 15 minutes) .
And maybe now, you ask, that I've settled enough to think straight, I'll tell you about the wedding? NO! I refuse! You're going to have to suffer the curiosity of not knowing all the embarrassing things our family and friends got up to! Oooooo and where they embarrassing. There are some cracking stories to tell.
Just kidding. It all went off without a hitch. I probability already said that a few blogs earlier, but I'm prone to repeating myself (memory's going in my old age). It COULD have gone horribly wrong and ended up with me covered in stinky algae, but it didn't. It's because all of my friend are well behaved. (All the badly behaved ones stayed at home - Simon.) Fingers crossed my
sisters' or brother's weddings will be more interesting.
Truthfully, I think I'll forgo describing the wedding. They are pictures and a picture is worth a thousand words, right? Plus I've forgotten all of the clever anecdotes that may have sprung from the week... its too late to record them for posterity so let them die in peace. Of course more are being born every week. You see, brides and grooms are lulled into a false sense of security thinking that once the wedding is over, its over. WRONG. Once the wedding is over there are the aforementioned thank yous, the wedding list and the photos. Shall we talk about the photos?
They did turn out well (only a few instances of double chin and silly dancing) once we finally got them. Not meaning to slander the photographers, but they really FILL_IN_APPROPRIATE_WORD-ed up. For whatever reason they didn't indicate that the pictures where SAMPLES and subsequently we where charged £120 VAT (value added tax) for our photos that we have to send back in two weeks. We can claim it back, but, this will do us NO GOOD because our £120 is now in the British government coffers only to be returned when the forms are filled out in triplicate accompanied by evidence of returning the package and a letter from the president of the united states who we're not even sure can spell his own name.
So the likelihood of ever seeing our money again is nil. Arrggh. Any reader out there have a close friend in Customs and Excise? Please? I need the money to feed my poor starving husband?
I won't say that too loud (or often) because it might jinx the normality and I'll find myself in some bazaar situation involving lizards and peanut butter (or something equally as weird - it happens...) . So what does normality breed? In me - the ability and desire to share my thoughts with the world, instead of the half-hearted attempts that I've published in the past two weeks.
Yahoo! I'm back. I can write. I'm funny(sniggering mates again)! I can now face the fact that I have a hundred-odd thank yous I still haven't written, a house that will soon become a building site, floor-sanders-varnisher-polishes arriving tomorrow and four exams scheduled in October that I'm currently cramming for(have I mentioned the exams? no? I'll spare the pain until later in the month). But its all good. I can look forward into the future and see the bright shining light at the end of the tunnel. That magical time when the house will be AS_IT_SHOULD, I no longer need to study JAVA (the programming language, not the coffee) and I will have more than 34 pence at the end of a month.
Until then I will share my pain and heartache with my loyal followers. BTW - By The Way (I was told I need a glossary for all internet abbreviations and English slang. Do I use that much slang?) - I've added new sections to the wedding website - a thank you to everyone that helped out (http://www.wedding.oesterle.net/wedding/thankyou.asp) and photos (
http://www.wedding.oesterle.net/wedding/weddingphotos.asp)
Its just a start, but I'll add more photos every few days and format it a bit better. I'm just relieved to finally get some photos up (it only took 3 weeks!). I'm going to teach G how to use Photoshop so he can start working on it as well. He's good at doing stuff that just needs doing whereas I get bored and wander off... I do have the world's shortest attention span (can't you tell?!?). I'm like the ADD kid next door and spends the entire day running in circles on the front lawn. The only time I'll sit down for more than an hour is in a movie theatre because its rude to leave halfway through.
Seriously. This webblog is a major achievement stemming from loads of discipline and just really liking the idea that people willing read what I write. So thank you all for making me stick with something. Hurrah for you!
I do think that work settling down has helped a bit. I actually worked JUST the required 7 1/2 hours today. I ran out the door at about 15 past 4. It felt so good to be free I went to the gym which felt good as well as I'm not flogging myself to stay thin for a wedding. I had a nice little jog on the treadmill, did some moderate weights, looked for good-looking men with firm bottoms, and finished up with a slightly challenging turn on the cross trainer. I may not end up looking like Kylie, but it was helluva lot more enjoyable than trying to do 1000 meters in under 4:30 (I can do it, but I can't speak for 15 minutes) .
And maybe now, you ask, that I've settled enough to think straight, I'll tell you about the wedding? NO! I refuse! You're going to have to suffer the curiosity of not knowing all the embarrassing things our family and friends got up to! Oooooo and where they embarrassing. There are some cracking stories to tell.
Just kidding. It all went off without a hitch. I probability already said that a few blogs earlier, but I'm prone to repeating myself (memory's going in my old age). It COULD have gone horribly wrong and ended up with me covered in stinky algae, but it didn't. It's because all of my friend are well behaved. (All the badly behaved ones stayed at home - Simon.) Fingers crossed my
sisters' or brother's weddings will be more interesting.
Truthfully, I think I'll forgo describing the wedding. They are pictures and a picture is worth a thousand words, right? Plus I've forgotten all of the clever anecdotes that may have sprung from the week... its too late to record them for posterity so let them die in peace. Of course more are being born every week. You see, brides and grooms are lulled into a false sense of security thinking that once the wedding is over, its over. WRONG. Once the wedding is over there are the aforementioned thank yous, the wedding list and the photos. Shall we talk about the photos?
They did turn out well (only a few instances of double chin and silly dancing) once we finally got them. Not meaning to slander the photographers, but they really FILL_IN_APPROPRIATE_WORD-ed up. For whatever reason they didn't indicate that the pictures where SAMPLES and subsequently we where charged £120 VAT (value added tax) for our photos that we have to send back in two weeks. We can claim it back, but, this will do us NO GOOD because our £120 is now in the British government coffers only to be returned when the forms are filled out in triplicate accompanied by evidence of returning the package and a letter from the president of the united states who we're not even sure can spell his own name.
So the likelihood of ever seeing our money again is nil. Arrggh. Any reader out there have a close friend in Customs and Excise? Please? I need the money to feed my poor starving husband?
