Help! I’m about 95% covered in bees :|

Posted on April 17, 2008 by borysSNORC

I can’t remember what happened today and I have an overwhelming sense of ennui. Ennui? Is that the right word for it?

ennui – [ahn-wee, ahn-wee; Fr. ahn–nwee]
a feeling of utter weariness and discontent resulting from satiety or lack of interest; boredom

Yep I think that about sums it up. Reader’s Digest version of my day.

New Sheridan flanelette sheets* in Milla Vanilla – very happy with my wash.
Still haven’t sorted new car – not so happy with my wash.
Royal School of Needlework Embroidery Techniques arrived in mail – happy with my wash.
Side effects of drugs messing with my guts – definitely not happy with my wash.

I’ve been feeling argumentative and blah all day…. I’m not sleeping so good again either which means the back pain is getting on top of me by the afternoons and is probably why I’m feeling so argumentative.

Bee count: 154 down … none left to go.

Except… now I’ve decided to put them on something else, so there’s another 14 or 16 to go, glutton for punishment that I am.

* can’t shop for manchester without thinking about Dr Nick for some reason?!!?

Do Do Do… Da-Da Da Don’t… is all I want to say to you.

Posted on April 16, 2008 by borysSNORC

Had a nice wander through the Bulimba bookshops today. The Riverbend Bookshop over there has a pretty good range for a suburban bookshop – plenty of art books and a nice range of history ones too – I can always find something to add to my library there…. it’s as dangerous for my credit card as CD shops used to be back in the late 80s 🙂 Today I found the other little book of Don’ts that I was keeping an eye out for – Don’ts for Husbands by Blanche Ebbutt.

The last one had some absolutely priceless little pearls of wisdom and this one does too.

Don’t try to “drive” your wife. You will find it much easier to lead her.

Don’t delegate the carving to your wife on the plea that you “can’t” carve. You should be ashamed to own that you can’t do a litte thing as well as a woman can. Besides, a man ought to take the head of his own table.

Don’t scowl or look severe. Cultivate a pleasant expression if Nature hasn’t blessed you with one.

Don’t insist on having gorgonzola or other strong-smelling cheese on the on the table or the sideboard twice a day when you know the odour makes your wife feel ill.. After all, it is a small thing to forgo in comparison with your wife’s comfort.

Don’t forget to buy your wife a pair of gloves occasionally. She will always be pleased to have them.

Don’t omit to learn to dance as soon as you get married, if your education has been neglected before. Your wife will lose half her pleasures if you can’t dance.

Don’t let your wife pledge your credit beyond what is necessary and reasonable. She must learn to cut her coat according to her cloth. (Poppycock I say! 🙂

Don’t neglect to insure your life for a reasonable sum. .Then you will at least know that your wife will not be left in actual want if you die suddenly. *

Don’t expect your wife to wait on you hand and foot. She is good for other things than to fetch and carry for you. If you don’t exact it, it will give her pleasure to wait on you to a reasonable extent. (WTF?)

and lastly …

Don’t hang about the house all day if your occupation does not take you abroad. Spend regular hours in your study or “den” … but don’t inflict your company on your wife every minute of every day. She is fond of you, but she wants to be free of you sometimes. And she has business to do, even if you haven’t.

Thank goodness I was born when I was… for I’m fairly certain I would not have made any man a good wife 100 years ago…. that is if I was fortunate enough to have found the good favour of some gentleman so as he might wish to marry me!

* For surely the loss of one’s husband is far easier to bear if one is able to grieve in Tuscany or Thailand … or maybe Tahiti would be nice 🙂

Bee count:

114 down … 40 to go.

little book

So this is what it feels like.

Posted on April 15, 2008 by borysSNORC

I can’t believe it’s midway through April already. What’s happened to the last few months, it feels like we were just having Christmas like a week ago… and I think I can safely say that the drugs aren’t helping in the whole ‘when, where, who, what?’ feeling I’ve been getting lately. My back is ramping up again, I think because I’m not sleeping so well.

A few weeks ago, the Valium was just knocking me out and I was finding it hard to get out of bed at 8.30-9.00am each morning, now it’s not even keeping me asleep through the pain and my back is waking me up around 6-6.30am and I’m not able to get back to sleep. I think I must be getting used to them and I’m tempted to up my dose, but something tells me that this would be a slippery slope to start on.

URGH. I am in so much pain I can hardly think straight and I’m soooo cranky, combative and pugilistic… someone need only poke me atm and I think I’d go RAH all over them 🙁

No sleep = Unhappy Borys.

Bee count:

90 down … 64 to go.

Likitchu…

Posted on April 14, 2008 by borysSNORC

The Small Child seems to have inherited his mothers slightly obsessive compulsive tendencies. I like to think of it as ‘focused and determined’ … but in truth it’s probably a mild case of undiagnosed OCD. I have a habit of getting hold of a thing/concept/desire or whatever and once it’s in my head as something I want to do/create/have it’s become all that I can think about.

I’m pretty sure this makes me an incessantly nagging daughter/sister/wife/mother but I’m not sure that there’s anything that can be done about it and to be frank, I not sure I want to do away with that particular character trait (flaw?) in myself or in the Small Child. The single mindedness of purpose can serve you well when it comes to achieving what you want or need in this world, and yet I know it can be really humbling when you’ve set yourself targets that are outside your sphere of control … like IVF.

Shrug… either way, he’s got it too and it shows in the way his becomes fixated on things and then his fixations hop about. First we were into Bob the Builder, then it was Spiderman all the way, for a bit there it was Transformers that topped his obsessions and then after that was Ninja Turtles.

But his newest obsession seems to be Pokemon (they always remind me of Ling Ling from Drawn Together) and I’m aware that the objects of his desire hops about according to whatever his little friends are into and I think he’s going to unfortunately want to keep up with the Jones’ for way too much of his young life….

Bee count:

64 down …90 to go.

Do no more on your good days and no less on your bad days.

Posted on April 13, 2008 by borysSNORC

I totally over did it yesterday.

Going all over town (driving which still stresses me out) and then having a houseful of people and noisy small children… was so not smart. Though if I was a half full kinda gal (which for the record… I am definitely not) I’d say at least my Turkish rug seems to been spared any further abuse on this occasion.

On top of that what was a very long and tiring day, I couldn’t get to sleep last night and then was awake at stupid early o’clock for a Sunday morning which shits me to tears. I hate waking up and feeling so dopey that it takes another couple of hours before I really feel like I’m awake…. though in truth I’m not much more compis mentis at the end of my days lately than I am at the beginning. For example I don’t remember writing that drivel from last night (just read it back now and went ‘Huh?’ / “WTF mate?’)

So I’ve had a bad day and now I feel like shit and I’ve got stuff to do and I can’t cos my back hurts too much, I’ve a headache that’s making me feel like the bits on the inside of the head wanna be bits on the outside of the head and … and … and… well… fuckin’ blargh!!! So all in all I’ve managed very little today and spent the time feeling sad…. quiet…. lonely…. and kinda listless all day.

All day that is bar exactly 3mins and 24secs when The Cat Empire’s – ‘The Rhythm’ came on my iPod and for a fleeting moment I felt like dancing until I remembered that if I did… it was going to hurt sooner or later.

Bee count:

42 down …112 to go.