Thanks

Thanksgiving came and went and I missed it. Last year I organized a dinner with about 10 people and it went really well, but it was about 85º before I even started up the oven, and I cooked all day, and this year I didn't have the energy to conjure up all those dishes and since our car isn't working a trip to the market would have been laborious enough in itself. I am thankful for many things, but just the same making a meal this year would have made me sad and grumpy. Sad because I am not surrounded by family and friends, and grumpy because I just am these days.

Work just makes me grumpy! Why why why why why?????? Perhaps I am in the wrong profession? Perhaps because I am a grumpy person and that needs to change. I am just fed up with the situation at work and am ready for the project to end. I know my workmates are too, so it isn't just my perception that the job is too stressful and a few people in the job need to be in their own room, to put it in a nice way.

I did make a Thanksgiving meal, as you can see, but just for Darcy and me. It wasn't traditional at all. I made a rack of lamb with eggplant and tomatoes and garlic cloves all in a roasting pan. I then made mint sauce to accompany it. The food turned out well, as it was simple to make, even the mint sauce was. We watched "The Empire Strikes Back" on tv. I don't remember it being so goofy, so corny. I guess it was though. As a kid I just loved it.

Last night was election night here, and Labour won easily. John Howard is not longer Prime Minister, he may no longer even be a Senator, as I think he has been beaten in his district by his rival. I was not a fan of John Howard, but i know very little about politics here. I don't know if I am a fan of Kevin Rudd, but, like any politician, he has made some big promises that sound good, so hopefully he'll make good on at least a couple of them. Darcy was happy that someone finally got in who he voted for.

I am Thankful to live in a country where people have a say in government and live in relative safety. I've got it pretty good, for such a grumpy bumpkin.

My brain is foggy. I can't write anymore. zzzzzzz

getting legless

I haven't written anything on this blog in about a month, and for all that time, there isn't much to tell you, except that I am TIRED of sitting in front of a computer. It's time for a new line of work. Soon. After I pay these bills. And get some savings going. And figure out what I want to do next.

The heat is on high in Brisbane. Well, except these past 3 days, but I am telling you, it's very hot here. And very humid. Now that I no longer straighten my hair, it doesn't mean so much that I am having a "bad hair" day, as my hair is now frizzy all the time, but it means that I am not comfortable wearing pants. Even skirts are not always comfortable. It is good to have some cloth between your legs, just not all the way to the ankle.

Being a 38 year old woman, my legs look the part. I have my share of capillaries, visible veins, scars and cellulite. As a result, I do not like wearing shorts in public. I know people are looking. I do. And when I see all the Uni students walk around in their shorts and minidresses, I envy their seemingly flawless gams. But when it gets hot, I almost don't care, and think so what - I am going to wear shorts dammit! No shame! It's too hot for shame! Look upon my legs and see a life that has been lived!

I still haven't worn shorts outside though. I have a pair of shorts that are pink and have white piping and are pretty short, and I wear them in the house. Even that has taken some getting used to, but I think it's good to get used to. It's better to not be embarrassed by yourself. Maybe someday I'll wear shorts outside, but for now I'm not ready.

As a little girl I was a bit chubby, but I didn't care. I had a pair of blue satin shorts that looked like boxer shorts, with the thick white waistband and the white piping down the sides. I wore them as much as possible in the summer, because I thought they were the coolest shorts that had ever been made. I don't remember thinking ill of my legs or anything. I just thought to myself "When I wear these I look like that actress on that poster for the movie 'The Main Event'". It's amazing when I think about it: as a little girl, I compared myself to Barbara Streisand and thought I measured up pretty well. What the hell happened since then? Time to get back to feeling like The Main Event. Even if I don't look like anyone else but me. Yeah, girlfriend, you know it! Life is too short and flimsy to get bogged down by the gams.