brief blah

My week has been peppered by Interior designers with strange flouro
colour schemes, and me saying emphatically 'but no, we want them to calm
down a little' thinking of after school hyper computer playing 14yr old
boys.
Cute dyke electricians up ladders, playing casanova and even charming
the straight girls into thinking they wanna give her their numbers.
[repeat after me: 'I will not flirt at work. I will not flirt at
work....']
work mate skidding into her last week before she leaves her job and the
state and me trying hard to not trip up and give her a reason to spack
out at me. Oh what to write in the card?

It's been a long time between drinks...

Well, actually, I've probably been drinking too much. But my web presence is somewhat hampered by a dead monitor at home, and serious filters at work.
Hmmm, exciting news in my world. I have a new wool jacket with a horrid chemical smell I can't get rid of. So have not worn it as yet. Sadly didn't notice the smell when I bought it.
In good news, my Grandad moved to another nursing home, and it's noice. Spent the arvo there the other day which got me a bit choked up. Mr M gave me lift home which was a wonderful treat considering he's been driving all over the city and beyond lately for his Uni placement.
Oh, other news! Crazy lady at work has got a job in another state!!! I can scarcely believe my luck. Well, until I found out they won't be filling her job for a couple of months. So it's back to doing 2 jobs for Miss Y *sighs*.
Going to the pub for drinkies with Librarians tomorrow. Should be interesting. A friend wants to network. I'm just thinking of beer and catching up with friends. I assume I'll know someone else there. Odds are good *grins*.
Last night when I was trying to unpack some boxes (still haven't sorted my stuff since moving *eep*), I found a picture of myself aged 2yrs and my Dad labelled "Kingscliff Librarians. May 1978" I'm helping him behind the counter. He's got his long hair in a ponytail and there's an eggshell blue typewriter and a card file and a dark brown 'wood grain' laminated table. Fantastic.
Oh and speeking of happy snaps. There's a couple of great pics of me and my gorgeous man on the SLPA website from last years Inquisition.
Okay, I go now. Have resolved to try and catch up more with folks in person lately. So drop me a line sometime and let's catch up over coffee.
And Miss A, care parcel pressies are being compiled at the moment *blows kiss*

Pronouns and mind junk.

Okay,
I've been going with the 'Mr..', 'Miss ..', etc, monikers for friends and others mentioned in this blog.
Miss for the girls. Mr for the boys and bois.
Some have aquired Butch, eg; Butch N, because Miss N soooooo doesn't work.
One has aquired ?M, because pronouns are best avoided and they have stated themselves that they are not butch, but using certainly pronouns sounds sounds either silly or on the other hand highly presumptuous.
One fluctuates. (I'll chat with you soon, eh).
Anyone have any comments on the pronoun game?
I shall continue to bumble along.



Am feeling a bit weird and wonder if I'll ever sort my life out.
Am feeling that I'm am much too apathetic to be useful at much.
Am impressed that I've based a career on string games and cutting shapes out of paper and the odd smile at strangers asking even stranger questions.

I switched my mobile off for three days

Oh wow. We drove for hours and got lost on country roads (what use is a geography major if they don't give me proper directions I ask you), and then down a gravel road to a wooden cabin on the edge of a rainforest overlooking Kangaroo Valley. The smell of the forest, the dark green of the pittosporum and pale green fans of the tree ferns and the chilly breeze blowing through the vines at us, standing on the wooden veranda. Oh my heart nearly popped. I miss the bush so much.
Funny how you don't realise until you're back there.
Even the smell of cow shit got me sighing.
Man.

And we tootled into small towns during the days and bought fudge and went to the markets and I bought an old brassy gold glo-mesh german purse, and a diamante necklace and earring set, and two leather wristies. And Mr M bought some wristies as well, and some old pipes. Of the smoking kind.

Oh and speaking of different pipes. It was decided at the housewarming shindig thing last weekend that my and Mr Z's house is 'House of Pan'.
As in; that pipe playing cheeky bugger.
I like it a lot.
Another suggestion of 'house of plato' was nixed (based on the age old question of whether a butch and femme can really have a platonic friendship).
Ah, but 'House of Pan' is good. I like.
Possibly 'cos I in love with my own Pan, Mr M. *grins*