Ok, so I haven't written a blog in a long time;
well you see I have discovered the art of house sitting.
what do you mean? you ask, well I'll start from the beginning.
My Nana decided that she would become a world traveler, well ok she only went to England, but England is in the world and she had to travel to get there so there you have it "world traveler." And while she was gone who better to look after her house than her favourite grand daughter (that's me).
Fantastic, my very own house, that means independence!!!
No board, freshly stocked pantry and fridge this is the life how could it get any better??
Well I'm telling you now it was not all it was cracked up to be.
I was in the house all of 2 minutes before I encountered my first spider. The striped, orange, 8 legged creature was awaiting my entry sitting only inches away from the front door. And there were many more to come, lets just say that the insect spray and myself became the best of friends. I killed 11 spiders in total, yuck!!
And if all the spiders weren't enough she had no Internet. That was a total bummer, no blog, no my space, I didn't realise how dependant on the web I was.
And the dishes, i couldn't believe how many dishes one person could make. By the end of my "holiday" I worked out that frozen food creates less dishes and its much more efficient to collect all your dishes up and do them all at the end of the week. (And when your Mum comes around to visit and asks why you haven't done the dishes yet, you just say "there in soak" it works, kinda).
The list goes on...
washing (ring, ring.."how do you use the washing machine Mum?")
ironing (whats that?)
vacuuming (managed to get away with only vacuuming once)
dusting (I don't know where Nana keeps the duster)
Bins (ring, ring.."Daddy")
All in all it went well.
The house is still standing and relatively clean (by teens standards). Most of the spiders have been abolished with a thick cloud of bug spray, and lots of screaming, but there stories for another time.
And the best part was Nana bought me back some awesome pressies, yay!
Let me tell you, there's no place like home; and there's no bed like your own bed!
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
My Dads Alive!!
My Dads Alive!!
As you may or may not know my Dad had his heart surgery today. The longest day of my life.
Alarm clocks buzzing at 6am (6, I didn’t know there was one of those in the morning aswell). Stumbeling out of bed to the smell of hot coffee (my Mums amazing).
We arrived at the hospital at 7 to see Dad before his opp. Giving him our love, support and Prayers. The hospital guy came to take him to theater at 8 and we all followed him down to the ’doors’ (your not allowed to go beyond the ’doors’). Looking back at it now, it was quiet comical 6 of us following Dad been wheeled down the hall; walking very fast, almost a jog just to keep up.
Final kisses just before he disapered behind the ’doors’ for what would be a long and teedious opperation.
> He had his mitral valve (don’t ask me what exactly that is) in his heart replaced. The opperation took about 5 hours and there were a few complications, like they couldn’t do the bypass so they kept his heart beating during the surgery (which is an enormous feet in its self for both Dad and the surgeon). But on the up side he has only a ’small’ (about 15 cm long) insition on the right side of his chest and a few small holes just above that; opposed to cracking his chest open (which is the normal presedure). <
We decided to go to the chaple and just spend sometime in prayer with God. And at this point i would like to thank every one for their continual prayers and support. Thankyou! It’s much appreciated.
During the 5 long hours of waiting we took to retail theropy. We started at Koorong were I sepnt more money then I had. Then we had the best chicken burgers ever from the cafe in Koorong. After that we hit Rundel Mall and burned o few more holes in the credit card. (it helped somewhat on keeping our mind off the surgery).
Dr. Edwars called mum and said that the surgery went well so we rushed over to the ICU (intensive care unit) but they wouldn’t let us in until visiting hours 10, 3 and 7. So we went and had a coffee.
3 o’clock rold round and we went in to see Dad. He was on a ventorlator like the Dr. had said and he was very yellow from the anti-bactirial stuff they put on him; other than that he looks great. Now all thats left to do I wait for him to recover.
I’d like to say a big thankyou again to all who prayed for Dad and my family and an especially big thankyou to Dr. Edwards, the leading cardiac surgeon in Australia and the kindest man you’ll meet. Thanks.
As you may or may not know my Dad had his heart surgery today. The longest day of my life.
Alarm clocks buzzing at 6am (6, I didn’t know there was one of those in the morning aswell). Stumbeling out of bed to the smell of hot coffee (my Mums amazing).
We arrived at the hospital at 7 to see Dad before his opp. Giving him our love, support and Prayers. The hospital guy came to take him to theater at 8 and we all followed him down to the ’doors’ (your not allowed to go beyond the ’doors’). Looking back at it now, it was quiet comical 6 of us following Dad been wheeled down the hall; walking very fast, almost a jog just to keep up.
Final kisses just before he disapered behind the ’doors’ for what would be a long and teedious opperation.
> He had his mitral valve (don’t ask me what exactly that is) in his heart replaced. The opperation took about 5 hours and there were a few complications, like they couldn’t do the bypass so they kept his heart beating during the surgery (which is an enormous feet in its self for both Dad and the surgeon). But on the up side he has only a ’small’ (about 15 cm long) insition on the right side of his chest and a few small holes just above that; opposed to cracking his chest open (which is the normal presedure). <
We decided to go to the chaple and just spend sometime in prayer with God. And at this point i would like to thank every one for their continual prayers and support. Thankyou! It’s much appreciated.
During the 5 long hours of waiting we took to retail theropy. We started at Koorong were I sepnt more money then I had. Then we had the best chicken burgers ever from the cafe in Koorong. After that we hit Rundel Mall and burned o few more holes in the credit card. (it helped somewhat on keeping our mind off the surgery).
Dr. Edwars called mum and said that the surgery went well so we rushed over to the ICU (intensive care unit) but they wouldn’t let us in until visiting hours 10, 3 and 7. So we went and had a coffee.
3 o’clock rold round and we went in to see Dad. He was on a ventorlator like the Dr. had said and he was very yellow from the anti-bactirial stuff they put on him; other than that he looks great. Now all thats left to do I wait for him to recover.
I’d like to say a big thankyou again to all who prayed for Dad and my family and an especially big thankyou to Dr. Edwards, the leading cardiac surgeon in Australia and the kindest man you’ll meet. Thanks.
Newsboys Concert
Thursday the 27th of March,
The day we went to the Newsboys concert.
(we beeing, a group of about 30 youth and young adults that went to the concert).
The car trip down there:
Three girls and a pumping sound system practicing up for the concert, and a call into Hungry’s for dinner (a girl needs her sustenance).
At the Thebarton Theatre:
Hayley saved all of us a spot in line, the 2nd group from the door! Some how I don’t think the people behind us in line were all that pleased at 30 people pushing infront of them. :( woops.
The doors oppened (10 minutes late I might add). We rushed in and got our tickets ripped, and waited (again) at the side entrance to go into the theatre. Totally pumped, waiting, waiting, and go! The mad dash to the front of the theatre right infront of the stage, third from center (my seat :) ).
Alabaster Box (the support band) were great, and managed to get everyone pumped and ready for Newsboys.
Intermition:
It was a crazy everyone buying hats and shirts and CD’s and any other merchendise they could get their hands on. I got a Newsboys shirt and hat. (you can’t go to a concert and not by some memrabillia, can you?).
Then...
Newsboys they were awesome, fantastic, fabulous and all of the above. The concert was great, the music was loud and I had the time of my life. At the end of the concert I was given Duncan Phillips (Newsboys drummer) drumsticks. I was so chuffed. I couldn’t believe my luck.
After the concert:
We went to the northen lights, they were fantastic, they don’t get old. I’ve seen them a few times.
Then... it was time for home. Which was a total shame I wish the night would have never ended. But never the less I will remember this night forever, or until I forget it. lol. (sorry, just my bad sense of humour).
On that note I will sing off for now; hope you enjoy your next concert like enjoyed this one. Rock on.
The day we went to the Newsboys concert.
(we beeing, a group of about 30 youth and young adults that went to the concert).
The car trip down there:
Three girls and a pumping sound system practicing up for the concert, and a call into Hungry’s for dinner (a girl needs her sustenance).
At the Thebarton Theatre:
Hayley saved all of us a spot in line, the 2nd group from the door! Some how I don’t think the people behind us in line were all that pleased at 30 people pushing infront of them. :( woops.
The doors oppened (10 minutes late I might add). We rushed in and got our tickets ripped, and waited (again) at the side entrance to go into the theatre. Totally pumped, waiting, waiting, and go! The mad dash to the front of the theatre right infront of the stage, third from center (my seat :) ).
Alabaster Box (the support band) were great, and managed to get everyone pumped and ready for Newsboys.
Intermition:
It was a crazy everyone buying hats and shirts and CD’s and any other merchendise they could get their hands on. I got a Newsboys shirt and hat. (you can’t go to a concert and not by some memrabillia, can you?).
Then...
Newsboys they were awesome, fantastic, fabulous and all of the above. The concert was great, the music was loud and I had the time of my life. At the end of the concert I was given Duncan Phillips (Newsboys drummer) drumsticks. I was so chuffed. I couldn’t believe my luck.
After the concert:
We went to the northen lights, they were fantastic, they don’t get old. I’ve seen them a few times.
Then... it was time for home. Which was a total shame I wish the night would have never ended. But never the less I will remember this night forever, or until I forget it. lol. (sorry, just my bad sense of humour).
On that note I will sing off for now; hope you enjoy your next concert like enjoyed this one. Rock on.
my very frist blog
Yay i’m in the blogasphere.
And on that same happy note. My Dads pre-op test went well, very well.
For those of you who are reading and have no idea who my Dad is and why he’s having an opperation i’ll fill in the blanks.
Well basically a long story short, my Dad has a heart, lung condition. I would tell you the name for this condition except there is none. Yep thats right my Dads a freak of nature (pretty spech really). Anyways thats a story for another time.
So Dads Dr.s have finally said that he can have the operation, and before the opperation he had to have this pre-op test. An angiogram, yay a lot of fun. Whats an angiogra? you ask, well its were the feed a microscopic camera through a vain in your leg all the way to your heart to see whats, what. It’s done under a local anistetic so your awake while they do the test.
So every thing went rather well, Dad was really nervous and had to have a Gelco (a rehydration liquid injection) beacuse he was so nervious. Other then that it all went well, hes still a little sore and has to hobble but he should be fine in a few days.
All this is preperation for his heart sergery, wich is on April 7th (all prayers appreciated). The Dr.s are planning on replacing a main artery of his heart and this will help the heart pump blood arround the body to get oxygenated, which in turn will make it easyer for him to breathe. (well thats what I understand from what i’ve been told).
Well thanks for reading my first blog,congratulations on getting to the end , I hope it wasn’t too boaring.
And on that same happy note. My Dads pre-op test went well, very well.
For those of you who are reading and have no idea who my Dad is and why he’s having an opperation i’ll fill in the blanks.
Well basically a long story short, my Dad has a heart, lung condition. I would tell you the name for this condition except there is none. Yep thats right my Dads a freak of nature (pretty spech really). Anyways thats a story for another time.
So Dads Dr.s have finally said that he can have the operation, and before the opperation he had to have this pre-op test. An angiogram, yay a lot of fun. Whats an angiogra? you ask, well its were the feed a microscopic camera through a vain in your leg all the way to your heart to see whats, what. It’s done under a local anistetic so your awake while they do the test.
So every thing went rather well, Dad was really nervous and had to have a Gelco (a rehydration liquid injection) beacuse he was so nervious. Other then that it all went well, hes still a little sore and has to hobble but he should be fine in a few days.
All this is preperation for his heart sergery, wich is on April 7th (all prayers appreciated). The Dr.s are planning on replacing a main artery of his heart and this will help the heart pump blood arround the body to get oxygenated, which in turn will make it easyer for him to breathe. (well thats what I understand from what i’ve been told).
Well thanks for reading my first blog,congratulations on getting to the end , I hope it wasn’t too boaring.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Why???
Why miss-Chief? you may ask. Well it's simple really.
See my Brother decided that Chief would be a fitting nick name for me, and the kind, loving, adoring older sister I am, I, out the kindness of my heart agreed to adopt this name. Some time later I discovered that this name was not given completely out of affection for me, but instead reflected my bossy and somewhat demanding nature (I know what your thinking, no way someone that sounds as nice as I do could be bossy and demanding). Well I hate to admit it but it's probably true.
And the miss, well I'm a girl so it seemed logical; and i guess it adds a whole new dynamic to the name (after all wheres the fun if you can't be just a little mischievous).
So all in all, my family and particularly my Brother refer to me as Chief. It's ok, I have grown accustomed to this name and know that they really do love me, even if I am a little bossy.
See my Brother decided that Chief would be a fitting nick name for me, and the kind, loving, adoring older sister I am, I, out the kindness of my heart agreed to adopt this name. Some time later I discovered that this name was not given completely out of affection for me, but instead reflected my bossy and somewhat demanding nature (I know what your thinking, no way someone that sounds as nice as I do could be bossy and demanding). Well I hate to admit it but it's probably true.
And the miss, well I'm a girl so it seemed logical; and i guess it adds a whole new dynamic to the name (after all wheres the fun if you can't be just a little mischievous).
So all in all, my family and particularly my Brother refer to me as Chief. It's ok, I have grown accustomed to this name and know that they really do love me, even if I am a little bossy.
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