Sunday, April 25, 2010

Lest We Forget

Today marks the 95th anniversary of the Gallipoli Landing.  Not the finest hour of British Military Command.  The first march was held in London in 1916, by Australian and New Zealand military personnel to honour those who lost their lives that Godforsaken beach.  Today, we honour all who died, or lost someone in war.

I have seen a lot of comments and articles of late, 'reminding' us that the day is not so much about remembering the fallen at Gallipoli, that it was started as a way to keep the workers down, and continues as a part of the political propaganda machine.

Now, I am pretty open-minded, I can see most points of view.  This one, however, I cannot.  I would say to those who refute ANZAC Day as a day to mourn and honour those lost in war, sit down with a Digger, hear their story, and then tell me what today is about.

Actually, don't.  Show some respect for those who lost their lives, or a loved one, and keep your thoughts to yourself.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Why I am at Uni............

Yesterday, in one of our breaks, we were all discussing the classes we were taking.  Along with another woman, I announced my distaste for maps, and my dread of the compulsory Geography component of BRRM.  History, now there is something I would enjoy getting my teeth into.  Any region, any era, I don't care, I love history.

The discussion continued for a bit, and then another class member asked me what my 'burning passion'  was, in regards to why I chose this degree.  Most of the others have a clear idea of where they want to end up professionally and personally, and see this degree as a means to that end.

I chose this degree because it sounded interesting, like I would be able to stretch my brain, and not be compartmentalised. Beyond that - I actually don't have a clue. I have no grand plans to change the world. I'm doing it for fun. If I can change things for the better when I am done, well and good. If not, I'll settle for having a blast.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Oh Help! Eeeeeee..................

I just got off the phone with my mother - I am in charge of wedding invitation design. Which is kinda cool, and utterly terrifying..............

Mum and P will be easily pleased, nothing too fancy.  Something that says what needs to be said, looks good, and isn't too - frothy.

Everyone else though, well, not so much.  And the worst will be yours truly.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Mind Your Manners.........

This has been irking me for a while - I had a wee bit on, and never got around to posting about it.

So, The Mister and I were in Melbourne for the day - doctor stuff.  His, not mine.  We got to Melbourne incredibly early, as we had NFI where we were going.  We left incredibly late, because, well, with doctors, you never know. I was so buggered, I wasn't even worried about flying - and THAT is a huge deal, especially when you think what I was flying in (REx prop plane).

Anyhoodle, we were on a - tram - I think.  Has to have been, I was a mess.  I hate trams, and being in a crowded one is not good anytime, let alone at present. I'm rambling......

So, we were on this crowded tram. A well-dressed young professional woman came aboard.  A (well dressed, clean cut) young man stood and offered her his seat.  She looked down her nose at him,  (no mean feat, she was shorter than he by a good 4 inches), and then pointedly turned her back.

The man in question was completely unfazed.  I was horrified.  And I think it showed, because, as the man resumed his seat, he looked at me, gave me a half smile, and shrugged.  He offered his seat to another lady at the next stop, she accepted graciously. Miss Rude then tried to make herself physically smaller, to get away from The Well-Mannered Young Man.  By now, I was beyond horrified, and starting to get mad.

We arrived at our stop, The Mister and I, and bundled out of that god-damned rattling deathtrap, along with Miss Rude, and The Well-Mannered Young Man.  Miss Rude instantly got on the (hands-free) phone, and proceeded to loudly abuse The Well-Mannered Young Man to whoever was on the other end (we all got stuck with her at traffic lights - the joy). His crime?  His appearance.  Or more accurately, his (possible) racial background.

I kid you not.  She called this guy names that I haven't heard in a long, long time, and certainly never in the light of day, because he offered her his seat.  How dare he?!  Why would the filthy so-and-so think she would want to sit on a seat that a such-and-such had just sat on?  Colour me shocked.

I apologised to The Well-Mannered Young Man, because I was so embarrassed by Miss Rude's behaviour (The Mister didn't speak, he had steam coming out of his ears).  The WMYM thanked me, and said that he is used to it, it happens all the time.  I didn't know where to look, or what to say...................... I still don't.

Thanks Everyone!

Yoursupport got me through an incredibly tough couple of days.

I am feeling better.  Not great, but at least I am not losing 2 days when I go to the supermarket. Well, I didn't this week anyway - I even managed a haircut and an eyebrow wax.  With Mr14 along to hold my hand (he is still being a terrible challenge and stressor, but that's a whole other story).

Uni is kicking my butt - seeing as I 'lost' 5 weeks of info out of my noggin, but I passed the 2 assignments I did while I was losing my mind, and I have an appointment next week to do some catch-up work. I have 1 assignment due next week (thought it was next month!), another at the end of the month, and a HUGE one in 3 weeks time - which I am not doing well with.............

Next week could be tough, Mouse turns 1, I have that bluddy assignment to get finished, and my first baby turns 21 - I can't believe that he is going to be legal the world over in 7 days!!

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

On the Road Back....

So, today I had a meltdown. In public. In the post office.

I had a panic attack.  To the point where I couldn't move away from the counter - no matter how badly I wanted to get out of there - and trust me, I wanted out bad.  I was sweating like a loon (it was running in rivers down my face), my heart was racing, and I could feel the panic racing around my system, and I couldn't freaking move!!

Fortunately for me, the guy who had been serving me has known me for years, so when I said "Call my husband." he simply picked up my mobile, got the number out, and rang The Mister, who talked me down, and got me out of there.

I went to the doctor immediately.  I got in right away.  I have been informed that I have an anxiety disorder, and panic attacks - ya think?!

I am on a low dose anti-depressant, to help ease the anxiety, and something-or-other to help me sleep (what is sleep?).  I go back tomorrow afternoon to get a referral to a psychologist, which will take about 8 weeks to get moving.

I feel a bit better - like I am moving forward.  I actually was feeling really good today, until the freeze-up.  It was raining when I woke, and my first thought was "It's raining, I don't have to go into town if it's raining."  But I did, I got up and went. BIG deal.

Hopefully, things will improve.  If I can get the anxiety under control, maybe I will be able to study properly, and even go grocery shopping without writing off 2 whole days due to being sick and jittery.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

WTF?! Did I miss something?

Unless you have been living in a cave for the past few months, you will have heard about Apple's new iPad - apparently a cross between an iPhone and a laptop.  And not exactly cheap at USD$545.

So why, can someone PLEASE tell me - do we have this? What was the thinking (was there thinking) behind this?

He says that he did it because he wanted to be the first to do it.  And? What exactly does that prove? Apart from that you are a moron, with more money than sense? I hope his parents took away his - well, everything, for a very long time.

But somehow I doubt it.