After eleven days of ponies…

You get this. An explaination as to why eleven days of ponies.

Long story short, the Internet died at home and I can no longer rearrange my posts, and posting more is a pain in the arse on my mobile devices.

But fret not, loyal followers! Soon, I shall be posting from/about Thailand! Pretty pictures, ahoy. Diatribes about why can’t we do X possibly accompanying same.

And in other news, the Hound has reached a point of annoyance where we really really really have to either shell out for training, or find him a new home.

Anyone want to help us with him? He’s a year and a half old, border collie cross, fully immunized, neutered, and needs a lot of space to run and chase things. Oh, and things to chase.

If you’re interested, please message me. Remember, we’re in Australia, specifically, the bit called Burpengary, so no international requests, thanks.

I’ll see what I can do about posting a photo RSN.

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I got the sweetest present for Easter, this year, and I’m not talking a life-sized effigy of myself in the world’s best chocolates, sans liquers.

…though that would be cool…

Hubby went and got me a Mac Lunchbox. I mean, a Mac Mini. Estimated lifespan, two years, given the lifespans of past Mac Minis in my “tender” care.

I’m still in the process of wrassling content off the old laptop and onto the new mac. Something that can only be done for the two hours a day that the old laptop deigns to consent to being activated and doing something.

It may take some time.

But never fret! This is only slowing me down. It is NOT discouraging my quest to make some dosh.

But, it is Easter Sunday, and we have an egg hunt to plot [MWA-HAHAHA…] after a trip to scenic Coominya. I shit you not.

And we can’t all take one car ‘cause the trip back will include two kids, a ton of chocolate and a dog.

Fun fun fun.

D'aaaaaaaaauuuuuuggghhh!

Baby shower’s been cancelled, because the baby in question’s been born.

The Mum will still need my unpatented first Mum’s survival kit, so we’ll have to arrange to visit sometime RSN.

With, or without the frikkin’ sarong.

So now Mum-in-law has to rattle up here to get the paperwork to get it back to the friend so she can initial it and get it back to me so I can submit it and finally get my passport.

Glah.

And, to make things interesting, I’m getting started on the things I need to pack for a trip. I now have an adapter so I can charge my devices and stay in contact with the world.

And I’ve got to remember to be slightly devious and pack some of my stuff inside a smaller suitcase inside a bigger one. That way, I have enough room for the trip home and all my purchases/souvenirs.

And take some art supplies. Definitely.

Ow times a googolplex

So I tripped over a chair last night. No big deal, you might think.

I landed on my massively bad bone-bruised heel. 92.4 kilos of me, landing on one small area [about two square inches, if you feel like doing the math. And yes, I’m completely bipolar with metric choices] and you can guess it hurt like fuck.

It still hurts like fuck today.

I’m limping everywhere, when I have to move. I prefer not to move at all, though.

Plus point: I’m down past the 91.9 barrier to 90.5 - hooray.

Negative points: I may need crutches. This completely blows up my plans to clear the yard of debris and mow the jungle lawn. This completely blows up my plans to get some stuff at the shops. Bleh.

And to add injury to injury, the opposite knee is now protesting the extra load of work and may need a therapeutic bracer. Whee fun.

Looks like the most money I shall be spending on myself this week will be all about medical needs.