Diamonds are a girls best friend – ’tis true.

I received a very thoughtful gift this year for christmas.  My family got together and bought me 21 x 2pt diamonds (G, VS apparently) and a small pile of 18ct gold along with a gift certificate for Jewellery Making Tuition with Surly 🙂 to make something of i!t.
I thought they must be all sick to death of my fish but the idea came about because I have been watching too much Bewitched lately – and in it, Samantha wears a small pave heart pendant , and I told BigSal that I wouldn’t mind trying to make something like that but in a starfish shape or something (hearts are too cutesy).  So now I am going to get to have a go at making something like this – only better apparently!
custom jewellery

It’s over again for one more year!

Christmas is done man!  Angel woke me up at 5.21am (exactly) to tell me that Santa had been and he wanted to show off his loot.  Cute, but 5:21am!!!  Give me a break.  So then spent the next three hours waiting around for the rest of the family to come over and rip through the small mountain of pressies under the tree.  We had two adults and two kids less this year, yet the pile of presents seemed even worse than last year! 

Mr K loved the cufflinks we bought for him at Parliament House – Thanks SirPhil for taking me on fly by visit of the gift shop!  Angel was spoilt rotten with a new bicycle, some games and more new Lego than you can poke a stick at and my Mum loved the gifts from my Dad that I spent 5 hours shopping for on his behalf – thank God!!!  Champagne breakfast was relaxed and groovy, and then we went to lunch at Oxley so Angel could see his Granny and the rest of the family.  It’s so hot over there!  More spoiling of small child, including more Lego!  And then lunch (sans corriander for a change!) complete with crackers – then back to Grandma and Poppa’s place for drinks and more nibbles before calling it a day.  Sigh.

Came home, spent a few hours cleaning up, chatted on line with MD in Budapest for a couple of hours and am now Stuffed with a capital “S”.  Am so glad we now have 12 months to recover until we have to do it all again next year !!!

Oh I nearly forgot!  I scored 18 packets of Fruit Tingles this year – it’s a new record!  🙂


I ran into Edouardo today at Carindale.  Mr K saw Mess first and asked me if it was her.  I wasn’t sure, but took a better look, and sure as eggs, it was her.  I thought for a second that she had seen us and deliberately turned away to try and avoid us.  Immediately I started looking around for Edouardo, I knew he’d be there somewhere.  Mr K saw him standing at the counter at Myer paying for something, and he encouraged me to go up and talk to him.  But I couldn’t.  I stood rooted to the spot.  I felt like I had been physically kicked in the guts and I was desperately trying not to start crying.  There are so many things I want to say to him, but I felt like I couldn’t say a single word!

Mr K went up to him, confident, friendly and shook his hand, hugged Mess and made out like nothing was wrong, and was happy to see them.  I just felt shell shocked.  I didn’t want to meet her eyes, I didn’t want her to see how emotionally upset I was.  Mr K took the bull by the horns, and asked pointedly to Mess, if they were busy.  She answered not really, and Mr K took the opportunity to muscle them into having coffee with us.  I could see Edouardo was in a difficult spot, no doubt he was going to pay for this later, and she was not happy about having a drink with us.

We went to a coffee shop directly outside Myer, and Edouardo and Mr K went up to order drinks. WHICH LEFT ME ALONE WITH MESS MAKING SMALL TALK!!!  Oh my God, I felt mortified.  Stuck there for a few minutes that felt like hours, trying to make small talk with a women who HATES me!  So I mindlessly asked her how her work was going – like I give a shit!  Meanwhile, Edouardo is up at the counter thanking Mr K for forcing the coffee date!  They couldn’t have come back soon enough for my liking.  I am glad he managed to tell Mr K that he was happy to see us, because he sure couldn’t say that to me while Mess was sitting there glaring at him.

We sat there for about half an hour – just having really polite chat about Edouardo’s appointment in the fire brigade, and her work as a nurse, and a bit about my Dad and how he is faring.  I really wanted to tell him how much I have missed him, and ask him how could he let her do this to us?  It was really painful to sit there and try and pretend everything was okay.  We exchanged numbers, which was pointless, as Edouardo and I knew both well that we each had the other’s current phone numbers.  And we extended an invitation for them to come and visit us on Boxing Day night – which I doubt they will take us up on.  As we left, I gave him a quick hug, and then turned and walked away quickly, as I could feel the tears welling up really quickly and I didn’t want her to see me upset.  By the time we got the the carpark, I was crying and felt really off kilter.

Big Sal says it must be Mess’ bad karma.  They come to BrisVegas, and she obviously makes it so difficult it’s not worthwhile for Edouardo to contact us and let us know theyr’e in town (from Atherton mind you).  So it bites her in the arse by them running into us by accident .  Part of me wishes I had just tried to have it out with her right there in the middle of the shopping centre and demand to know what her problem is, and ask here where she gets off forcing her husband to choose between her and his friends from his bloody childhood.  I could never force my opinions on my partner like that. NEVER.

The whole encounter has thrown me more than it should.  I love Edouardo, have for years, and it hurts, really hurts that things outside my control can affect my interactions with him.  I have been obsessing over it all day.  And I am worried that one day, I am going to lose MD in a similar way to some other terribly insecure woman.  😐

borys in the WoW

I came home from an exhausting weekend in Canberra, and found something rather distressing….  in my absence, Mr K had been introducing my little man to the World of Warcraft.  I am not sure how I feel about this new and possibly detrimental influence on his young developing mind.  Who knows what the effect of being immersed in this sort of fantasy world can have on a young child’s psychological development.  I mean computer games for the most part seem fairly innocuous, right??? 

Also, equally distressing is the character they’ve created… it’s some sort of elf thing, and (really not pleased about this bit) they called it borysSNORC.  😐  So now it turns out I have a WoW presence, even though I’ve never even seen the damn game!  I was a bit pissed off at first – they shouldn’t be going around using someone else’s moniker… that’s just not cricket.   I’ve been using the borysSNORC nickname since some it was first given to me back in about ’92 and strangely enough, I’ve never had a problem signing up new email addresses or ID using that name.  Is it overreacting to get a bit bent out of shape about someone else using it?  I don’t know… feels kinda stupid to be bothered, but at the same time, I’m a bit pissed off.  I don’t want to be known as a WoW afficianado .  Maybe they’ll get bored with it and delete the whole thing.

I guess the Readers Digest version of this whinge is this – if you see me running around the World of Warcraft (I know the world has a name, but f@#ked if I know what it is) …. it’s not me!!!!