New trolleys at the supermarket. Brand new clean, wheels-all-work, separate easily from the others, wheels lock in properly to the travellator trolleys.
Bliss
In my defence, an incident later in the afternoon made me realise I’m not the only one who does the odd funny thing.
After the seminar finished, Kogi and I had tentative plans to go see a movie. Unfortunately nothing we were interested in seeing was on at the movies, so we decided to do something else.
I had read in the weekend paper that there was an exhibition on Charles Darwin showing at the State library, just up the road from where we were, so we decided to go be a bit cultural and have a look.
The exhibition was quite interesting. As with many of these sorts of things these days, there were a few interactive things that you could do to enhance your experience of the show. One thing they had was a bit of wall with two phone handsets on it that you could pick up and listen to some historian talking about the topic at hand.
We got to that point in the exhibition and picked up the phones for a listen. It wasn’t all that interesting after a few minutes (kind of dry to be honest) so we kind of looked at each other and both hung up.
Kogi’s comment:
“I thought It was going to be Darwin himself”.
I know my knowledge of sound recording technology is far from comprehensive, but I’m reasonably certain it was a touch later than when Darwin was sailing around the world and visiting Old Sydney Town…
Just to prove my point from yesterday, here’s an exact transcript of a text message exchange between me and my friend Kogi, who was also attending the same seminar:
Kogi: Hey mate the course is at 1pm right?
Jacki: Umm, yes. It definitely is. I know cos i got confused and turned up at 10.
Kogi: Oh u did a Jacki! Ha ha. C u soon, u are soo funny.
I rest my case.
Given that there’s a whole categoryon here that’s labelled “Jacki’s a clutz”, you may have gathered that I occasionally do the odd silly thing.
Like turning up for today’s seminar at 10 o’clock instead of 1 o’clock. It’s only one little character different, after all. Even if I did have it written in my diary for the correct time and everything.
Although I originally wrote the wrong date when I first booked in, and only found out by accident. (Do you think the universe is trying to tell me not to go?)
Anyway, it’s fair to say that I do these sorts of things enough that there has actually developed a name for this type of ditziness.
Do you think it’s a bad thing that I can tell my firends I’ve “done a Jacki” and they know what I’m talking about?
Ronene and I went for our 3-monthly blood donation visit the other day. They had the radio on. The Song playing?
Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis.
Of Course.
An addition to the Quote of the Day category….
NTB and I were having a bit of a romantic moment the other day when he laid this beauty on me:
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Apart from my favourite cat.”
It must be true love. 
So, in case you’re wondering, I am still unemployed. I have several opportunities that I’ve been following up, including one that I’m really very keen on, but nothing confirmed as yet.
I’ve been really trying to get back on track with the old fitness quest, as the travel time involved in my last contract proved a far-too-convenient excuse for skipping the gym most of the time.
I’m happy to report that the gym has been a welcome respite in the past couple of weeks and I’ve been going lots.
I even did the Lindfield Rotary Fun Run on Sunday with Ronene, Sister P and Jari. It was a mighty hilly 5km run, but I was pretty proud of my efforts, and came in 7 minutes under my target time!
I have also managed to get my photo diary in order and all the photos until the end of February uploaded. If you’re a new reader and don’t know what photo diary is, it’s all explained if you follow the link to the index.
So that’s my life currently: Gym, house stuff, job-hunting and catching up with friends where I can. This weekend should be a good bit of girly fun. I’m off to Canberra to visit with Sister P. Plus sister M, Mum and Sister-in-law Bec are flying over for what should prove a great couple of days enjoying the best our Nation’s capital has to offer 
Hello to anyone out there still reading. I’m 4 weeks out from when I promised I would start posting again more regularly and it’s been radio silence ever since, I know.
I have had some pretty good excuses – some major health issues with NTB and also my mother-in-law have taken up a lot of time and energy since then. NTB is a very private person so I’m not going into details here. I’m not sure I would even if he was OK with it, though. It’s just been one of those things that took up a lot of time and energy and the time I got to myself I was so sick of sitting in waiting rooms, and updating people and talking about it and thinking about it and worrying about it and trying not to get severely depressed about the failings of the public health service that the last thing I wanted to do was write about it all as well.
But rest assured, things are getting better and we’re back on track.
I even have several posts I’ve been saving up in the back of my head that I’ll endeavour to get down quick-smart! Yup, I know you’ve heard it all before, but this time I really, really mean it. Yup, really.
So, excuses are done…here goes with at least a couple of news posts for your reading pleasure.
J.
OK, it’s a meme, but it’s at least a post to get through until next week. The premise? One word answers only… (I may have cheated on one, but it’s kind of a compound word anyway)
1. Where is your cell phone? Desk
2. Your significant other? NTB
3. Your hair? short
4. Your mother? whirlwind
5. Your father? handy
6. Your favorite? holidays
7. Your dream last night? vivid
8. Your favorite drink? wine
9. Your dream/goal? laughter
10. What room you are in? Call Centre
11. Your hobby? cooking
12. Your fear? pain
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? surprise me
14. Where were you last night? pub
15. Something that you aren’t? boring
16. Muffins? Please!
17. Wish list item? fitness
18. Where you grew up? Tasmania
19. Last thing you did? worked
20. What are you wearing? boots
21. Your TV? LG
22. Your pets? Passed
23. Friends? everything
24. Your life? crazy
25. Your mood? tired
26. Missing someone? always
27. Car? Practical
28. Something you’re not wearing? Glasses
29. Your favorite store? eBay
30. Your favorite color? Purple
33. When is the last time you laughed? lunchtime
34. Last time you cried? frequently
35. One place that I go to over and over? Parkview
36. One person who emails me regularly? Boss
37. My favorite place to eat? Home
OK, hope that want’ too self-indulgent and boring. Feel free to play your own version.
J.
OK, so here’s a story that could only be about me.
On Saturday I went to use my (mobile) phone. It told me I was on limited service. I vaguely recalled seeing the same message at work the day before and though it was a little odd. I’ve been trying to have a bit of “me” time this week so hadn’t thought too much about my phone. a little while later I checked again and there was still no service. Pretty odd given my phone generally works when I’m at home.
I checked my call log and discovered I hadn’t made or received a call in three days. I did the classic reboot – shut down the phone and started it back up – to discover about 8 sms’s and half a dozen voicemails. I wouldn’t have believed that I could go that long without noticing my phone not working, but there you go, I guess it’s possible.
Now Saturday is a bit of a special day for me and NTB. It’s our anniversary. Yup, you quick-thinking readers out there will notice that it’s also Valentines Day. That’s a whole other story and how that happened is unlikely to ever make it onto this blog out of respect for the privacy of both my beloved and myself.
Anyway, the point is that we were due to go out for dinner that night. whilst in one way it’s a good thing to have your anniversary on Valentines day (he’s unlikely to forget it! And from his perspective he gets away with one dinner for two events), it can also be quite difficult to get restaurant bookings at the good places that night.
I’m a bit of a planner so I had picked out a restaurant and made a booking weeks ago (still managed only my second choice, believe it or not) at a Vietnamese restaurant called Bay Thin. And one of the voicemails on my phone was from a restaurant calling to confirm my booking.
I called quick smart to make sure we still had our table and everything was OK. I kind of started to think something was a little odd when the guy I spoke to on the phone had a clearly Italian accent. I didn’t want to be too rude, so I asked him to confirm the address.
I was confounded to discover the address was for a completely different suburb from where I thought I was going. A little thrown, I asked what restaurant I was talking to.
Bar Reggio. an Italian bistro.
Hmmm….Bay Thin….Bar Reggio???? Uh Oh.
Yup, I had been looking at the hone number for the restaurant directly above the one I had meant to in the Yellow Pages Listing. Of course.
After a review of options (Go for the Italian anyway, unsuccessfully trying to get a booking at the original Vietnamese place) we ended up going for Japanese.
