Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Spring sprang this weekend...

I heard a fantastic expression the other night. I reckon it rates up there with Who ate all the pies? The other night we were watching The Footy Show which is so jammed full of testosterone bloated ex-Aussie Rules footballers there is no room for high-brow.

They were looking at a photo of someone I forget now but one of the guys nonchalantly asks Who's been in the top paddock? I nearly cried laughing as images of fat cows in footy shorts, carefully chewing the best grass in the top paddock raced through my mind. I guess you had to be there.

Well I digress once again.

So sorry it has taken us so long to update this thing. Can't tell you how busy things get, then time passes and you have loads to tell and less time to tell it in! You know what I mean.

A quick snapshot of life in Melbourne at the moment. Ian moved on from his crisis of confidence with regards to his job and kindly hand balled it to me. I had a minor meltdown at work which, when it all came down to it, was pretty much the result of the woman I am replacing not being able to handle the leaving and the being replaced.

It was quite an awful moment in time where I was lied to and left to believe my performance to date was not up to scratch. When I scratched the surface [no pun intended] and sat my manager down over a coffee things were not as they first seemed. Needless to say things are moving along nicely, I have a better idea of what my role going forward entails and a lovely little salary up ahead.

We had a lovely long weekend at Point Addis at the beginning of August [see link to the lovely cottage in an earlier post - not yet worked out how to link to posts in my own blog!] and felt somewhat rested. That lasted all of ten minutes with the onrush of life, work and all the other stuff that seems to make me so bloody tired.

We've been out with mates for dinners and breakfasts. We had a lovely walk along the beach a couple of weekends ago, ending the perfect sunny day over a meal overlooking the beach at St Kilda - one of my favorite places in Melbourne.

We had our nephew, Dante over for his first official sleepover last Friday which was a blast. We then took the train to our other nephew, Harry's, 2nd birthday party. It was a family affair and a lovely day. The kids are just spectacular fun and keep us on our toes. Constantly.

I am presently waiting for a phone call from a friend I had not, until recently, seen for about 18 years. It has been fab catching up with old friends and filling in the years with our stories.

Someone asked me recently, if a book about my life was written, what would I title it? I thought about it for a moment and then just said It is all about the story really and proceeded to explain that our lives are a composite of lots and lots of stories. We tell stories to share who we are with others and we listen to other's stories to delve into and understand their lives and what makes them tick. So I guess my book would be called ... It is all about the stories....

The phone is ringing ... off to tell some stories.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Faith said...

Hi Claudy - this post was a long time coming but well worth the wait. Your tales of Melbourne make me long for home. We must talk soon!

Friday, 01 September, 2006  
Blogger claudy said...

Hey Faith!

Lovely to hear from you babes. Glad you keep in touch like this - can you email me honey as I seem to have lost yours!

Love your post about pit bulls by the way - made my colleagues laugh out loud.

Claudy x

Friday, 01 September, 2006  
Blogger Lisa Said said...

What were you doing watching the "Footy Show" in the first place??

Tuesday, 05 September, 2006  
Blogger claudy said...

I wasn't! Ian was! Honest!

Wednesday, 06 September, 2006  

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