The Knitting Revolutionary

New Year

Apparently nicorettes are one of the highest selling products from chemists at this time of year.

It's all the new years resolutions, you see. I didn't make one. In fact on NYE, I had a delightful time - I ate tender, delicious, rare roasted kangaroo with crispy-edged baked potatoes, and drank an enormous amount of pink champagne, and gobbled strawberries and chocolate ice cream. I chatted with a couple of friends and my honey, and enjoyed their company, and listened to music, and sat outside on a gorgeous Hobart terrace with candles lit and fireworks popping and crackling in the distance.

It was divine.

I was unconscious by 10-30pm.

Ah well, you get that. And I had a fantastic night of cheerful indulgence. Yum. So I didn't really make a resolution. An 8am flight makes it the last thing on your mind on New Year's Day. Mine's just an ongoing one - to exercise 2-3 times a week, and lay off the sweeties and stuff a bit. Yah, just a bit. Bugger eschewing them completely - life is too short. But I've got my cute little calligraphy calendar up on the wall, and I've bought me a packet of gold stars, and I'm giving myself a star for every day that I exercise.

So far I've got 4. Not bad considering one day out of this year's 9 so far included a hangover and an interstate flight, and another included plasma donation ("now, you won't exercise for 24 hours, will you dear?"). Yay me! Though I've had 2 Heaven ice creams so far this week already. Oops. Ah well. I did say "just a bit", didn't I? *phew*

Mmm. I has a garden.

I had a client cancel an appointment at the last minute this morning, so on the way back to the office I swung by the local nursery, because the cute little plant that came with my office (it was almost dead and is now going CRAZY) needs repotting. So I got a new pot.

And some dirt. Er... potting mix.

And another pot.

With a bromeliad.

Just like this one, but smaller. Guzmania minor, it's called. I mean, how could I resist a plant with "mania" in its name?

Hehe... it's gorgeous. I also had to buy special orchid potting mix, which is just bits of chips n mulch really, because brommies are epiphytes, meaning they just drink the water from the rain, and hang out on other plants for support, like those big staghorn thingies that everyone seemed to have one of when I was a kid, but no one really owns any more. I wonder what happened to all those staghorn thingies?

Anyway, I got me an epiphyte. And I'm sooo happy about it - strangely happy. I'm actually quite a good gardener when I'm consistent. Problem is, I'm not very consistent with my garden at home, so it looks like a grass forest, with weeds for added texture. But with the office plants, they're just... there... and I have to fertilise them every 2 weeks, so no problemo, it's a regular job that I do on the same day that I submit my hours sheet now, you know, fill out the form, give to my co-ordinator, feed the plants their weird liquidy shit. Move on to the paperwork n stuff. Easy peasy. I split up the other plant too, and it looks great. Life is so much easier when you're surrounded by beautiful things. *happy squeak*

Christmas in a teensy squeensy little nutshell

The highlights being:

WOMBATS: As in real live madly munching adorable wombats, mere inches from us. They're terrible snobs - they consider themselves far above us and just gobble away merrily at the ground. Holly (2yo) patted one, and it took off for a 2 metre sprint each time she caught up with it, quite unimpressed with her efforts. Tres cute!

RED FLUEVOGS: mmmm. Yummy.

CHAMPAGNE: As in enormous amounts of it whenever possible, and ridiculously excessive amounts on xmas day and NYE. David's sister actually allowed me to cut her hair while smashed off my freckle. Great fun, turned out quite ok (yay for wavy hair).

INLAWS: and their utterly inappropriate questions like "why haven't you changed your married name?" and "how are we going to get David to lose some weight?" I laugh, and answer them honestly (and sometimes flippantly), and don't pull my punches - if you don't want/like the answer, then stop asking the question. Hehe.

SLEEPING IN: *sigh*... *joy*...

HOBART: exploring a new town is SO much fun. I glued David's face to WoW in an internet cafe and took off for a few hours of squeaky enjoyment. Included girly shops, coffee, and buying skin care stuff. Yey.

We came, we saw, we partied. It was a pretty good holiday, with no meltdowns or ugly confrontations. Nice.