Off

I've felt 'off' all day. Not sick, just wrong. It's weird, 'cause the word that you need to describe it at work is sick, but it wasn't sickness. Just grossness.

Off.

Feeling a little better now.

Watching Biggest Loser Finale. I can't believe what they look like.

I'd go in it, but then I'd need to get time off, and I doubt the government looks kindly on, "I need time off so that I can stand in my underwear with my fat rolling over them on national TV." I also think I could never command respect again.

But who cares? I'm lighter than I've been in ages. Since 2004 I think.

And it's still leaving my body!

Long Weekend

So I live in the country. I know that. I do. But because I go from my house to work and back during the day, the only way I can really tell is that there is only 110 kids at our 11 grade school.

And then I do something that reminds me I live in the country.

On Saturday, I drove 1.5 hours to a town with a cinema to see Battleship. And I'm glad it wasn't crap. It was quite good. Except the battleship bit with "C11" grid references. That was pretty lame.

And then I went to a grocery shop with more than 2 aisles! Great. :) I know it's all about shopping locally, but I need to have choice of more than one brand. And to know the meat hasn't been defrosted and refrozen. Or that the food I'm buying is in date.

Then I drove 1.5 hours home. It was a good day.

And when in Brisbane, if I have to drive more than 10 minutes, I won't do it.

The mind-set changes.

Nap

Had a nap at 7pm. Now 11pm and I am going to bed SO late.

Oops!

Crying

Cried at work today. Not a really big thing but I was so angry that I wasn't being listened to, that I had to let the emotion out. And I guess it's better your boss thinks you're a big girl than an angry bit.

I'm not the first one though. The new curriculum is killing joy.

Three day weekend.

I don't actually have a three day weekend; I did a 13 hour day yesterday and will be back on Monday.

But I took 5 students on an 8 hour round-trip to see a show. I loved it.

It did NOT feel like work. It was an outing with people I got to know much better and hopefully will have better relationships with.

All I can say is, having the chance to have that day is something I am honoured to have in my job.

And I realised that I am so proud to be called 'Miss'. I realised it yesterday. Like when women say their name is now Mum, my name is Miss. And I must say, I am honoured, and filled with love for the special people I allow to know me as such.

ANZAC Day

I am thankful. I remember. I don't always feel the need to go out to remember and pay homage to those who died. Especially the volunteers and conscriptees in earlier wars.

But living in a small town I have to go out. Our students do a march and they're  in school uniform so we have to go. We look after them all.

It took over an hour for the service to go on. I was so proud of them. We had 20 of them aged 7 or under, 4 at 4, and they sat IN SILENCE for the entire time. Yes, there was lots of squirming and wriggling, but they did so well. Even the 15 year olds made me proud.

We pledged allegiance to Queen Elizabeth II which is kind of odd. But you know what? It kind of made sense. We are still a Commonwealth country and we are commemorating something that happened in service to her. Well, her father anyway.

Then we sang God Save The Queen. I know the lyrics because my grandmother taught us the decades ago because she was telling us about singing it as God save the Cat attack school. It was funny seeing the kids looking confused. But was really funny seeing the adults around standing not singing either.

I did enjoy the day.

Telstra

bites the big one I must say.

Unreliable internet, even in their 'Good' zone or whatever it's called.

Sometimes my internet just doesn't work.

But then again,  neither does my VAST satellite system.

Randomly untunes itself for hours.

And Telstra phone? Sometimes coverage. Sometimes not.

I hate the country.

OK. So I don't hate it, but it's definitely unsatisfactory. When I actually go in to work to use their internet, I laugh because the unreliability of that is known state-wide!

OK. Complaints done.

Thank you for sticking with me, because here goes some positives.

1. I have 7 weeks before I am 30 and I actually have a job with people who I (mostly) like.
2. I have a job where I am fulfilled spiritually most days. Especially when working with the little ones.
3. I cooked enough food last Sunday to still have 6 lunch/dinners stored in my fridge, and enough meat to get me through to at least the middle of May. Which is good since we don't have a butcher.

it's not all bad!