GinGin Weekend

It was a pretty tough week last week, so the weekend was very welcome.  I think I'm rapidly approaching saturation with my place of work. It's not a bad place to work or anything; I mean, I think of the bakery job I had last year and Dymocks is excellent in comparison.  I just think I've done my dash with retail jobs, and feeling like I've grown out of it all. There's no future in the job I'm in, and right now its only purpose is the bi-weekly deposit that appears in my bank account.  It's gotten to the point where I can hardly contain my aggravation.  I think it's because there is virtually no challenge in my job, and every day is essentially the same; I feel like I would be using valuable days better by writing, reading or even cleaning the house and cooking dinners. But the money has to come in somehow. Anyway, a change is definitely on the horizon.

Friday evening I got home and the Daves from RTR were over having some beers and the boys were watching the cricket. Larni came over and we had a couple of beers, and when the RTR boys went home Dave, Larni, Jack and I ordered pizza, listened to some tunes and headed to Amplifier. We saw the Tigers who were really good but left partway through the next band. 

Saturday was quite a lazy day; Dave played music, I did some reading, watched some guilty pleasure tv (yay Gossip Girl!) and went over some writing. Later on, Dave and I went with Hamish and Cat to Renee's 25th birthday party in Gingin, a lovely small town. On the drive over I saw my first real Emu IN THE WILD! It was awesome! Renee's parents' is a beautiful house and yard with cockatoos, geese, goats, horses and ducks. Everyone sat outside on the grass and had some great snacks and drinks. We watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off and played a drinking game where whenever anyone in the movie said "Ferris" or "Bueller" you had to take a drink. It was fun. After we had a vote on what went on next and a few of us voted the Neverending Story but we got outvoted and Willow came on. I had some good chats with Cat, Big Dave and Busta and played the pianos in the house. There were two gorgeous pianos, an upright and a grand, and the upright had the nicest touch I have ever experienced, apart from the piano at my folks' house in Canada. In the morning we went to the little Gingin markets and drove home, where Dave and I had a long nap. We got Noodle Box and watched the Sopranos when we woke up and now here we are!

And now another wonderful week begins.

I want to move to the country on a farm and get a big rabbit hutch full of bunnies.

Well I'm off. I think we're going to have some ice cream now, yum.

Bringing in the New Year

I wanted to start this new blog in the beginning of the new year.  As always, I'm late, but I think it's definitely better to start now than not at all.

2008 was brought in here in Aussie Land at a great party hosted by friends Richard and Ash.  I think it was the best way to bring in 2008, with good friends at a house party. Call me lame, but I detest the idea of going out to a bar on New Years Eve, where it's crazy, crowded and expensive at the bars just because of the date. I mean, $50 to get into Luxe, our local cocktail bar New Years Eve, free any other night. Anyway, I digress. ave and I made Absolut Pear and grapefruit martinis and the whole gang danced brought the year in with Champers and danced the night away.

Dave and I went into the New Year with the same jobs - Dave's a sponsorship manager at RTR FM, I'm at the book shop.  There's a possibility that I'll be going back to school this year - I want to be a high school teacher. It's a bit daunting, but I welcome a challenge at this point.

Unfortunately, the New Year is not without a lot of sadness.  On January 14, around 4AM, Thomas Logan, my lovely Grandpa passed away.  He was such an amazing man, and was loved by a wife of over 50 years and 4 children, my mom Maureen, Kevin, Peter and Ann-Marie.  Kevin suffered with MS, and Papa looked after him in the hospital every day with hope and without fail until the day Kevin died.  I had hoped to have many more conversations with Papa when I next visited Montreal, and it was hard for me; I didn't think that last summer would have been the last time I saw Papa. But through being sad I remember that he lived a good life, and I will always remember and love him.  I will always remember a long time ago, when he used to smoke his pipe and what it smelled like. When I wanted to know something and I always knew I could ask Papa because he knew so much. How he always cleaned his plate immaculately (I never knew quite how he did that). I remember he loved the fajitas Tara and I made. In later years, how he gave me his car, and how protective he was when I met Dave. He always wanted the best for me. There are countless memories of Papa and I could go on and on.  But at the moment I want to keep them for myself, and as long as I have them, he'll never really be gone.