An Update Long Due

Zoe
You are doing the funniest things. I've mentioned how you have to walk around and around and around whilst lugging something with you. Well, last week, you had your mobile phone and you would walk and talk and giggle. Then walk and giggle and babble and walk. It was so funny how you were carrying on as if you were having the most entertaining conversation ever. You are very lucky that you are that close with Jim Carrey. He's pretty funny. Today, you were walking around and around and around, but this time, you were lugging your huge water bottle. You would stop every now and then to take a sip, and then carry on walking. Just like your Auntie Tania. She can't walk and drink at the same time either. We used to go for walks around the river at lunch. We'd both have a can of coke, but we'd have to stop every 20 steps so that she could take a sip. Terribly annoying. I am gifted in this area, and can simultaneously drink and walk at the same time. I can also drive and paint my toenails -- I really have some useful talents. Learn from me youngling.

RJ
You poor thing… you cut your finger on the saw last week and as if that wasn't enough, got the bad news that you have a double hernia. This means surgery. You won't be at the Hilton like I was for Zoe's birth (SJOG hospital) but it sounds like the Hyatt will be just as nice (the hospital on the river). But, now we need to navigate the confusing health/government systems here, so wish us luck.

Andrea
Went out for dinner with some girlfriends on Saturday night, but before I arrived, stopped at a bank to get $50 out. Put the bill in my wallet next to my fiver (this I distinctly remember), however, when I went to pull it out when the restaurant bill arrived, it had disappeared. Terribly mysterious. Rather than thinking that I have bad carma, I prefer to think of it that someone in Mount Lawley has good carma and needed that $50 more than me. In other news, last week I finished the "Biggest Winner" program at work. This was a 12 week fitness program where I was cycling into work, doing workout classes, soldiering through Jacobs ladder at lunch, and even skipping my favourite Thai takeaway. (I deserve a special medal or a commemorative poem written in my honor for this). I was working my butt off (figuratively, not literally) but I only lost half a kilo. I know that I shouldn't be hung up on the scales -- my clothes are too big and apparently I lost 2 kilos of fat and gained 2 kilos of muscle. So, it was a great success, and hey, I'm still going to keep cycling to work. (I deserve a special medal or commemorative poem written in my honor for this)


Tune in next week when I tell more tales of babes, gore, and money scandals. But really, I hope the string of misfortune is behind us ---------- ACTUALLY, now that I am blogging this... I distinctly remember giving the horseshoe that was up my butt to a friend of mine. She needed it more than I, and I told her I was done with it. So, that must have been it. I've gone and given away my luck. I was telling her the story of how we ended up moving to Australia -- that we were planning on moving here anyways and then WAMBAM my company transferred us out and paid for everything. My sister once made the comment that I must have horseshoes up my butt. My friend has had a really rough go since I've known her (a year and a half) so I said she could have it -- sure hope the horseshoe isn't rusty and it's doing its job. BONNE CHANCE MARINA, BONNE CHANCE!

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