If you don’t already know, I have a super cool Grandad. So cool that I made a layout about him and his greatness. A couple of minutes he rang up to ask if a plain china plate was fine to go in the microwave and I was the one who had the privilege of answering him. Since Grandmum died he has learnt so many things about household running, including what to and what not to put in the microwave by trial and error :). Our Grandad rocks!
Archive for April, 2005
Just did my favourite thing to do on a Sunday arvo; watching the latest OC, now going through the photos I took at a soccer game yesterday and trying to decide how to decorate the paper mache briefcase I got at Scrap That yesterday after seeing Rach’s then plain one on her blog.
All the whilst, wondering where on earth my parents are since no note was on the table saying where they went when I got home.
Went out last night and had an absolute ball. Sean and his Thursday night netball team had planned to go out, so we had organised Sean’s dad to take us in (such a legend, always prepared to take any of the kids into the city) and then Michael arrives home from work with Brooke in tow. Seems they were also planning a night out. Sweet now I had a girl to chat to as well as the guys.
First stop of the night was the Port Office, always a good place on Saturday nights; it is so much more popular now then it was a little less than year ago when I first went.
As the night progressed more and more and more people turned up until we decided that it was full enough and we headed down to Fridays.
Had hoped to met Emma there but she was still partying down at The Normanby after the Reds made us proud and won their match against the Sharks 30-25. Good on ya boys!
Spent the rest of the night drinking, dancing and chatting with the guys and Brooke as well as the rest of Phil’s soccer team(Sean and I had gone to their game in the arvo and they had a win), Erin and her friend Renee.
Some of the guys recognised Brisbane Bronco’s player Karmichael Hunt at the bar so went up and had a “chat” with him.
As the night wore on, some of us grew weary, so Michael, Brooke, Sean and I started the walk up to the Casino for a taxi, stopping in a the Vic for the boys to have a game of pool and subway for us all to fuel the hunger with foot long. (The second foot long Sean and I had both had in less then 10hrs!)
At the end of the night it was a fantastic night out, great people, great atmosphere, great drinks and heaps of fun.
I scribbled this down just after I had got on the connecting bus this arvo.
My life is about running, running between buses, to buses, running to meet someone, to make a deadline, to get somewhere, running always running.
Running to the bus and then sitting simply, quietly in my seat, waiting again to get somewhere at some time.
Breathing fast, heart pumping, bag swinging, getting to the bus, weaing in and out of people, getting to the bus, getting to a commitment.
Always running to something. The final stage of getting home, the walk, is my single piece of simply free time, commitments are nil, time is mine, stopping to enjoy the ride. Walking.
As I do everyday walking home from the bus, I walk through the park, more often then not taking photos of what I see round me and of myself. However when I took these today, I thought more than normally, I didn’t just wave the camera round pressing the shutter, I positioned myself in the light, I thought about my camera settings, out stretched my arms and shot away, each time checking the histogram afterwards to check the exposure. So loving the 350D, I am still getting used to the magnification on the lenses though, so used to knowing what my 50mm gave me in view with my film Eos 300. Posted to share and as part of Ali’s Challenge.
so, so loving the 350D, am taking it to work with me tonight to get some photos on the way home at midnight.
here are some of my first images.
off to play 
The courier arrived at house at 9:34am this morning, everyone was gone already except for Matthew who was sleeping and decided to ignore the bell, so when I got home from uni at 11:10ish I opened the letter box to see if the mail had arrived and lo and behold there was a missed delivery slip, to be picked up after 12:30 at the local post office. So I berate Matthew for not answering the door and prepare to wait, excitedly talk to Karl and Karyn about it.
Round about 12:10, I pop on the bike and cycle down to the post office, I arrive at 12:22, the courier had not arrived yet. 12:30 comes and goes and he still has not arrived. 12:40, he pulls up and as he walks toward the post office with a single parcel. My Parcel. I greet him at the door, he asks if this mine and I say it is sure is, he comments that he was suprised that no-one was home since someone normally is - shows how often I get stuff delivered 
. I signed the docket, popped the parcel in my bag and powered home, ripped it open, found the english manual, my spainish is nowhere that good. Located the battery, popped it in the charger and waited. Still waiting, though I did take it out after 30 mins at Karl’s asking to take some photos but of course he went to bed whilst I was still figuring out the software. Battery is back in the charger now.
Over all it is so small, with the 50mm attached it will fit quite nicely in my handbag :).
This evening, Mum and I popped into the Red Cross Blood Service in the city and gave blood for our second time together. Mum has donated whole blood heaps of times before and 3 months ago, I had my first donation with Mum and Karl.
My haemoglobin level the first time I gave blood was 121g/L(the min for females is 120g/L - I just scrape in) and in the allocated 15 mins I was not able to donate the 470mls, I think I was round 100mls short. I fainted the next morning and was unable to go to work, I am told - I have little memory of this happening.
Tonight again my haemoglobin level was 121g/L and I only was able to produce 380ml in my 15 mins, even after my chair was raised to full height in the name of gravity. I have band-aids on both arms as the first arm was an unsuccessful attempt (lots of pain) but the second one was fine.
Mum said she was suprised that I came again but even though I can’t stand giving blood, I dislike the needle going in, I dislike the pipe coming out my arm, my only strength is watching the number raise closer to 470mls in a race with Mum. I gave blood again even though it is not a pleasant experience for me, is because the hour or so I spend in at the donor centre is helping others, my donation can save up to three lives or contribute to 15 different forms of life saving or life improving blood products.
I am making a difference.
When was the last time you gave blood?