February, March: edited.

So, I know posts have been a bit thin on the ground lately, but boy, have I been super busy. Here's a bit of dribble to get you up to speed somewhat:
Moving wasn't exactly stress free - Chef and I had both come down with some sort of horrific fever ( I think I posted about my not so fun late night trip to the hospital ) and as a result, could barely make it from bed, let alone lift a box or drive the truck. Luckily, his brother stepped in and gave us a hand, and while I drove down with my menagerie of kittens, dogs and fish and essential supplies like cleaning stuff and chocolate, the boys managed to fit all the crap we've accumulated in three years into the truck.

I did the majority of essential unpacking over the next few days, and ever-ready for an excuse to eat junk food, I chose to ignore the fact the kitchen was one of the first things I set up. I lived on fish and chips and pizza before I realized just how fantastic our new oven is, and made a beautiful roast with all the trimmings. Drool.

I'm still doing several days a week for Riding for the Disabled. We have two new ponies, one with an extremely amusing name, which I can only imagine resulted from some sort of mid life crisis or taking a young gardener for a lover and bursting to tell the world, or similar. Feel free to have a stab in the dark at what he may be named.

I'm loving working at the RSPCA and walking the dogs, although some days I find it just utterly drains me emotionally. The 2nd day I walked the dogs, I made the mistake of asking why a particularly sweet, elderly Jack Russell had the letters NSS on his cage, like the rest of the adorable puppies and beautiful German Shepherds I had that day. I simply sat in the rain with that little dog and cried, silently, so he wouldn't feel any sadness on his last ever minutes outside and wondered what sort of person could do such horrible things to a loving old dog like him.

I've had nothing but trouble when it comes to our two cars since we've moved - aside from some half-wit attempting to steal - and FAILING - (yet managing to strip the locks on my doors so now I have to jiggle the key in a very specific way and hop around for ages trying to get it to click) in the first week, my car randomly decides to conk without warning. Hell, I can open that car in 35 seconds with a small coat hanger and my eyes closed, with my mum yelling instructions in the background. Chef may or may not have ran into the garden tap and managed to cause over a thousand dollars of damage to his radiator, battery and timing belt in the process. Already somewhat bald and massively un-roadworthy, I had two (very) near miss accidents on Good Friday and Easter Saturday, and consequently have a rather large hole in my front tire, in which you can see the metal rim underneath. Hmm.

The RSPCA All Creatures Day was a blast last Sunday, although ridiculously hot, and I managed to keep my inner bitch on a fairly tight leash, and therefore pause too long fantasizing about inflicting bodily harm on several of the mentally inadequate helpers we had. (Tezz: Please note - I mean those young girls, not you or Chef :)

Easter was super fun, too - I worked Friday, Saturday & Sunday morning so could only get away late Sunday, but I still managed to consume much chocolate and catch up for a beautiful roast dinner with the family.

This week has been spent organizing and preparing to celebrate my birthday tomorrow, with a lunch for all my nearest and dearest - and, shockingly, I am cooking. Yes, that is correct - if anyone reads this and decides in the interest of their health not to attend, I can completely understand. Completely.

Last night Seah and I had a barrel of laughs late-night shopping (at least I did, I think I dragged her around one too many nasty stores for it be enjoyable) and looking for a specific color purple singlet for my birthday, in which I eventually decided on silver. Hmm. Still, our On The Way Home snack of a bucket sized portion of pop corn was divine.

Right now I'm making final preparations for tomorrow, cleaning like a fiend and hiding all the receipts from last night, and preparing the tiny foster kittens medication. (They've come down with a nasty dose of flu, and are sneezing and snuffling their way around the bathroom, as they need to be seperated from Cleo - sigh).

So...another day, another year older...what an old hag I shall be :)


(I couldn't find anything remotely interesting under '22nd Birthday' in google images, but this popped up for some reason...)