i am wearing the most uncomfortable dress ever. it has a really tight bodice so i can barely catch my breath (which is great in the stifling heat) and it’s all itchy. but it’s soo cute so i will suffer along with the 4 inch heels i’m wearing with it. i don’t know how the girls i see walking on the street do it. they wear heels higher than mine and they walk with such ease. i take tiny steps, like i’m balancing something on my head. with each step, i’m praying to god that i don’t topple over and look like an idiot in front of my colleagues. that’s why i don’t watch “sex and the city.” it makes me feel like a high heel failure. i can’t even wear my heels outside of the office. last time i did that, the heel got stuck in the tram track as i was crossing the road with a tram barreling at me (at a whopping 10 mph) and i saw my whole life flash before my eyes.
the update on steve is that he looks the same as he did yesterday. i thought he was looking greener and his three leaves looked perkier but that may be wishful thinking. i do not have this thing called patience and am getting pessimistic.
on a brighter note, i finished drawing my maps. now i know where all the coal fields in NSW are located which i think is handy information for when we have visitors. in the end, i think my rendering of New South Wales looked more like a pork chop or ribeye steak but the client was happy.
on the subject of australia, the Brit this morning was talking about taking little day trips this summer – to Williamstown, Great Ocean Road, the Dandenong Mountains. I was really getting into this idea of day trips until he got to the mountains bit and i had to lay down the ground rules (i mean, MY rules) for trips. it’s really quite simple – it cannot involve getting dirty, drop toilets/going outside, camping, creepy crawlies, and being “one” with nature. there is an animal clause however that the husband utilises quite a bit – anything involving animals is always a huge bonus and i can almost overlook the getting dirty part (but not the drop toilets thing). i know i sound like a total pain in the arse but seriously, i’m so not a nature gal. when we’re walking home from the city and the Brit decides to cut through the park and walk through the grass, i will actually take the longer route because it’s paved and won’t get grass bits in my shoes. i’m the one standing on a patch cement on the grassy bit at the intersection while waiting for the light to change. yep that’s me. i make no apologies. as long as the Brit recognises and accepts this, then we’re all good.
yeah, so holidays (i’m so good at veering off the subject)… i’m gonna get all “Aussi-fied” this year i think. i may actually make it out of Melbourne for a reason other than work. i have an itch to go to Ayers Rock…or Uluru…whatever it’s called. it’s the big red rock that’s always in the glossy propaganda leaflets to come visit australia. i didn’t want to go when i thought it involved camping, but i realised that there are nice little 5-star huts that you can rent out for the weekend. there’s even camel rides! that all of a sudden moved to the top 5 things i want to do in Oz. then i can get my own picture of the rock instead of stealing one off google images to send to my parents.
lastly, i just wanted to mention that inauguration day is so close and that all of us here in my office will be watching it, feeling completely awe-struck and gobsmacked, almost in disbelief that this is all happening (finally). see, the aussies love obama and that makes me proud to be american because by transitive property, that means they love me too. happy day for everyone!
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