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A list of lists, of what to write.

I am a terrible list writer. As in, I write lists. For everything. Not a writer of terrible lists, although I must admit, some are not lists that should be written, but I write them none the less.
They keep me organised, I feel safe with my lists.
I may be exaggerating somewhat, I have seen others who far surpass my list writing. But it doesn’t take away form my love of lists.
If I can put it in a list I will.
If not, I will re-write things to make a list (ok, that’s not true, just about everything will fit into a list somehow).
I write lists
– for camping (when we used to),
– for a day trip,
– groceries (I ALWAYS take a list to the supermarket),
– jobs around the house to fit in with my other list…this becomes a sub list on the master list.
Anything and everything. Yes, even a list of what I can list.

Most things are in a list in my head, and don’t get done. The action of writing them, so they are visible and therefore made instantly accountable means they get done. I’ve had jobs in my head for months, but I never did anything til I wrote them down. Then it becomes a further sense of accomplishment when I can cross it off.
I have lists
– on my phone,
– the ipad,
– the whiteboard,
– pieces of paper.

The next list to write?
– House inspection coming up,
– my back-into-the-gym-after-6-months routine to work out,
– things to discuss for my Market,
– new music for ipod…. the list goes on really.

Where will the list of lists end. I can picture it now. I’ll be 80+ years old (fingers crossed) and there’ll be a list of pills to take, funeral do’s and don’t’s, and everything else I’ll be forgetting to do otherwise.
I am all of these and more.

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A strange, but glorious spill of nuttiness.

I feel like I’ve neglected all my loyal readers. I’ve been so busy in the lead up to the market opening, and everything else, I’ve had no time to read any blogs, let alone comment and write my own. I have things to say, just no time to actually say it.

I’ve missed one day on my photo box, kind of on purpose. If I was comfortable of showing a picture of me looking rat shit then that would have been yesterday’s choice. I’ve missed taking photos, getting out and just wandering around.

I had a mini breakdown on Tuesday last week, and my partner in crime, was having hers last night. I know that on Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning I will be a stressed out mess, nothing that a drink or two won’t fix. And a good sleep.

We are fully booked for our first market, but now we need the people to come along. I’ve sorted ads for the local papers and this morning emailed off ads for radio stations – free community announcements are our friend. Lets hope they pay off.

Monday we put up signs, Tuesday I had a committee meeting for the local community centre, I’ve been de stashing beads, making orders, and attempting to keep the house in order. Thankfully hubby is home. Calms me down, but he can stress it with the best of them.

I’ve got stories in my head to write, pictures to take, posts to write, work, and socialising (gotta keep sane somehow). I’ve got loads of posts in my head, pity I don’t have time to write the idea, but I tend to write brilliant posts in head, and when the time comes to put it on paper on screen, it just never comes out with the right words. Or, it is too long after the fact and I feel it’s not relevant anymore.

My community centre work is not a huge lot at the moment, I am way too busy to do more than attend meetings – I had to turn down a sub committee last night for that reason. I know my limits. I tend to get ‘Westwinds head’ as it makes me think in a way I’m not used to. My partner said the market does that to her.

As I’m writing this, I just recognised that ‘putting pressure on myself’ thing. I was thinking abut making some new brooches, and then went “when will I have time?” Saturday is pretty well a write-off with market set up and family commitments, Friday? There might be a few hours, Thursday? Again, a couple of hours, but I have to also do house stuff, pack my own market boxes, and then probably spend half the day out in the city. At least I can write if I get the motivation to.

I’ve become a bit of a sludge monster. Beached whale. Feeling stodgy. Aside from a tad more exercise, I know what I need to do. I have to get back to the gym, but we are playing semi regular tennis. Although do what want, I’d have to play non stop for several hours. I looked at my diet, and it’s not that bad really.
I’m to a huge chippy or chocolate fan, soft drink in very little portions. Is even easier if its not in the house, I can’t eat it. M kids need to cut down on it as well.
My killer. Carbs. Toast, sangas (sandwiches), rolls, and then there’s the potato, rice and pasta. I’m or going to cut it all out, that would be a killer. But severely cut down on it. Tiny portions of the latter, and very little of the former. None for breakfast, and whole grain when I do. I’m working on a 3 week turn around initially so see how it goes. It certainly can’t be a bad thing.

Life goes on, things will ease up, and then, as they do, go heater skelter on me.
Hubby will come and go, or go and come in this case.
School will finish for the summer, eldest will get loads more hours at work (and hopefully his licence), I’ll have more work at the PO, Christmas and new year will arrive and round it goes again.

I decided I wouldn’t edit this, it’s as it’s come out of my head, in all my glorious nuttiness.
For my regulars, please know I haven’t forgotten you, and thank those who’ve commented but I’ve it replied to, I’m reading my favourite blogs, and I’m so sorry, but had to delete a whole slew as they kept piling up and I had no time.

A friend in waiting
Jen 🙂

And coz I can, a random picture.

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Destination: shredder

It’s been 12 months since we’ve back in Tassie and have only just opened an old filing cabinet.
Well, considering everything inside is at least 7 year sold we didn’t worry about it. That is until we moved things and and I decided I really wanted to use it. Foolscap is much more suited to filing cabinets than A4 size. More room to move stuff.
S what was stopping me? It was locked. We don’t now where the key is. So we had to break in. Not happy. It was an expensive unit and as a consequence of that we can use but not lock it.
Some serious man handling opened it and sorted the lock so it won’t ‘re-lock’ itself.
Oh, but how smooth does it move. Out, in, out…it just glides, so smooth, no getting stuck. I got all excited about that (and no dirty comments please, I know exactly how it sounds, but how else do you write it so you can read the feeling….?).
So today I emptied it out and its all going to the shredder!!!

Life back then was simpler, but still so complicated. The things I found. We certainly made the most of our not so good situation…of course at the time we didn’t always think that.
Let’s see what’s in there…

Phone bills.. Consistent with today’s costing, and considering how much we use them now (& what for) to back then. And from numerous companies that don’t even exist anymore.

Dentist account… ouch! Back then $700 was a lot. It still is, but life has changed and it is easier to find the money now. I know next time I visit the dentist, his quote will still hurt, I will still complain about the price, but paying will be easier.

Electricity. We knew it was expensive after last years home coming experience. But the most expensive one I found for a quarter, $400. This is everything, including water and heating. In 2003.

Old payslip with the address of the place we were moving to in Qld written on the back.. We know what day I got that information.

Handbooks for a community school in the middle of nowhere, (in Qld) a place we drove through once, and that was it. What were we thinking…. Thankfully the right thing, and not going there.

Car registration. Given we’ve always had a 6cyl car, it was way cheap back then.

Rent receipts from one of the many places… It wasn’t in the best neighborhood but still, dirt cheap rent.

Removal company quotes, (from Tas to Qld). Considering the same distance and given we came back with more than what we would have been quoted for at the time. And 3 kids (2012) to 2 (2001) I couldn’t find exactly what was quoted for but it as still comparable, mabe a little more.

Paperwork from the school exchange for the student we hosted. The day she arrived was also the day I found out I as pregnant with our 3rd son. If you asked hubby, he would have no idea. I just need to look at the papers… It’s a woman thing.

Misc photos, Tupperware and Mary Kay catalogues, Jenny Craig booklet, a shopping list?? Wth?! and a newspaper pullout of an event many of us would prefer to forget. But the date is weird. 9/11 is Sept 11 right, the paper was dated Sept 8.? I think someone stuffed up.

Argh! All those wedding invites, thank you’s and birth notices.
The funniest one would have to be one that states Dress: ‘no bathing suits please’.
For some reason I’m feeling sentimental about these, even though they are dated from 1999 onwards, 13 years ago.
We are only I touch with one couple out of the lot… And I’m sure they don’t even have those things anymore. Not sure where any of my wedding stuff is now…
Should I keep them or toss them??

And check this out… One of my fab(lol, silly non spell check) favourite pictures.

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