Aug. 31st, 2014 06:29 am
deird1: Mother Gothel, swooning dramatically (Gothel swoon)
When the Spice Girls first started, my only connections to the word "ginger" were
1) the spice
2) the expression "full of ginger"

So I concluded that Ginger Spice was "full of ginger", and that they'd also gone with a subtle pun because she's a "spice" girl.

It was only last night that my brain finally went "Oh... She's a redhead..."

on holiday

Aug. 31st, 2014 06:22 am
deird1: Sokka, with the picture he painted (Sokka picture)

My sister has been known to grumble about the weird British taps, and now I know why: it seems impossible to select both the water temperature and the water volume, simultaneously. You pick your favourite, and try to endure the other one.

We went to Edinburgh Castle yesterday, which was very cool. It's the first time I've seen a castle that has always (pre-museum) been a fully functioning thing, as opposed to being semi-ornamental, and it shows. Rather fascinating. It also afforded me the chance to drink my very first British cup of tea, which was as yummy as I was hoping.

The streets up to the castle could not be more clearly tourist-centric if they tried. If we wanted, we could have bought tartan (kilts, hats, bags, wellies, towels...) at twenty different shops. I was tempted, but refrained. The other standard souvenirs seem to be shortbread and whiskey. I even saw whiskey flavoured tea... which strikes me as slightly gross.

Today, we're going to Hopetoun House, where we will wander the grounds and have a traditional afternoon tea (scones and all), and then to Hadrian's Wall.
deird1: chibis of Kitty and Lydia from P&P, with text "fangirls at large" (Kitty Lydia fangirls)
Another 12 hours, and I will be in my favourite country in the world.

It has been my favourite country ever since I first learned how to read, and I've never ever been there, and this evening I will be!

(The UK being the country in question.)

We're starting in Edinburgh, then driving down past the Lakes, right down to the south coast, and thence to London. After which we'll go to WriterconUK, and hang out with many LJers.

YAY!!! *waves pompoms*
deird1: Buffy and Willow smiling at each other (Buffy Willow friends)
This baby will soon have more luggage to take back to Australia than I do.

His nappies just arrived. They're wooly and colourful and SO TINY! I spent at least half an hour squeeing over the teeny cuteness before I could bear to put them down.



Aug. 15th, 2014 11:31 am
deird1: Fred squeeing, with love hearts (Fred squee)
Just had a red squirrel run past my window, examine the porch, realise I was there, freeze, and run off again.


deird1: Maximus the horse, holding a sword in his mouth threateningly (Maximus sword)
Went to the doctor this morning, and had a twenty-minute session of trying to monitor the kidlet's heartbeat. In theory, fairly simple: the nurse found his heartbeat, and all I had to do was lie there and hold the monitor in place while the machine took readings.

In practice, the kidlet was not happy about being squashed by this thing pressing into my stomach, and kept wriggling around trying to avoid it. So I spent quite a while chasing heartbeats round my stomach, settling into place, then feeling a massive KICK and we were off again...

(Pregnancy appears to be going well. My body doesn't like it, but I appear to be ultra-good at the gestating thing.)
deird1: Gunn in a suit, holding a shotgun, with text "Charles Gunn: attorney at law" (Gunn with gun)
Not quite sure how it happened, but four completely different organisations seem to have decided that I subscribe to them and want to be sent regular emails about their activities.

They are:
- Get Up! (left-wing independent organisation)
- Labor Party (left-wing(ish) political party)
- Liberal Party (right-wing political party)
- Australian Christian Lobby (right-wing independent organisation)

All of them send me email updates, urging me, as "one of our supporters" to volunteer for the cause - usually a cause directly opposed by at least two of the other groups.

...and I only actually subscribed to one of them.
deird1: Aang and Zuko standing back-to-back (Aang Zuko)
These are not the dumbest things I've ever done, but they're certainly the ones that stick the most in my memory:

1) typo-ing my resume
2) setting a cake on fire
3) forgetting to wear a shirt
4) slicing a light in half
5) accidentally insulting my whole prac group

an explanation )
deird1: Anya, with text "is it difficult or time-consuming?" (Anya difficult)
I just:

1) made a phonecall to someone I don't know
2) remembered to make the phonecall while they were still open
3) arranged an appointment
4) did the whole thing in German

I will now have chocolate as a reward for doing four very awesome things.


Jul. 25th, 2014 02:16 pm
deird1: Azula, with a slightly snarky expression (Azula eyes)
Try this on for size.

- I used to have bad acne.
- Because of this, I went on the pill.
- The pill works (contraception-wise) by tricking your body into thinking it's pregnant, hence not releasing ova.
- The pill took away my acne issues.

And yet...

- I am now actually pregnant.
- I now have lots of bad acne.

How can fake-pregnancy decrease acne, while actual-pregnancy increases it? Has logic decided not to exist, or something?
deird1: a chibi of Kitty from P&P, with text "what do you keep winking at me for?" (Kitty winking)
Things in my life right now:

- I have started eating porridge for breakfast*. It is YUMMY.

- We went to a different church this week, which was awesome. Our regular church is quiet, solemn, and rather lifeless - as well as being quite challenging to meet people. This church is friendly, enthusiastic, and SINGS WITH GUSTO, which we've missed a great deal. (Not a comment on worship style, precisely. But when your church service feels more like a funeral, it becomes rather wearying.)

- The internet went down yesterday, taking away half my possible activities. *pines* Thankfully, it has now returned.

- Brought a huge amount of wool to Germany with me, with the intention of making a huge blanket that would
a) keep me warm
b) occupy my crocheting time for several months, in case I couldn't find more wool here.
I am now utterly sick of my half-finished blanket, and am plotting trips to wool shops to buy supplies for making baby things. It would be rather ludicrous to teach myself to crochet and not make my baby crocheted things, after all.

- Have finished Veronica Mars (except the movie). It's rather fun.

- Am getting kicked awake at 3am every morning, and thus missing out on a proper night's sleep. Can't wait until this kid is born, so that it can actually be put down away from my internal organs once in a while.

* My appetite being somewhat increased by pregnancy, it's actually my third breakfast of the day, following yoghurt and cereal.
deird1: Mother Gothel, swooning dramatically (Gothel swoon)
Today I'm getting to witness Germans at their most wimpy.

It is, you see, a terribly hot day, and they're all worried about surviving the awful heat.

...of 30 degrees. *faints dramatically at such dreadfully warm weather*

(Americans: this is 86 Fahrenheit)

I'm just going to sit here in my non-air-conditioned house, happily lettting the wonderfully cool breeze waft fresh summer air through every room. Later, I might go for a walk.

(Note my lack of blocking up every door and window, blasting air-conditioned coolness into every corner, stocking up on icecubes, realising some rooms are a lost cause and blocking them off so the air-con can cope with a smaller space, wishing I could remove several layers of skin, sleeping naked on the floor of the living room, and cowering from the horrible skin-searing sun. Because this is not Australia.)

Remember the knife scene from Crocodile Dundee? Right now, I feel kinda like that. "You call that summer? THIS is summer."
deird1: Dawn looking at Spike, with text "badder than you" (Dawn badder than you)
...and I just finished season 2.

In which Veronica is a bit silly.

spoilers )
deird1: Willow and Tara looking amused, with text "Willow & Tara think you are nuts" (Willow Tara nuts)
Something I've been curious about for years, and never been able to get a satisfactory answer to? What it feels like when a baby is kicking you. So, now I'm here to enlighten those of you who've also wondered this for years.

I'm only at 22 weeks, so, for the record, we're not talking the standard movie kicking, where the pregnant lady grimaces, holds her side, and mentions how much they're kicking again. This is... slightly less dramatic, and slightly weirder.

There are currently three kicking stages.

Stage 1: Wizz-Fiz

Aussies will be familiar with Wizz Fizz. For the rest of you: it's a really fine sherbety powder that's insanely fizzy and makes your whole mouth feel like it's full of tingly foam.

Picture that, but in your intestines.

Stage 2: Random heavy heartbeats

You know how, sometimes, your heart will start thumping really dramatically and you can feel it pounding in your chest?

A couple of beats of that, but again - somewhere south of your navel.

Stage 3: Shifting body parts

I am currently sitting on a couch. A few minutes ago, my belly suddenly moved a good inch to the right, without warning me about it. I just... felt things decide to move and settle in a different location.

Imagine your breasts suddenly arranging themselves in a different position to how your bra normally holds them, and you'll sort of get the idea.

The thing with this is, it's not like you spend a week at stage 1, then a week at stage 2, and so on. A few weeks ago, the most dramatic karate kicks this kid could do were only going to register as stage 1 from my perspective. Now, huge kicks are more of a stage 3 thing, nonchalant poking is stage 2, and the tiniest fidgets are stage 1.

...and occasionally they settle down and I go back to being a totally normal human being who happens to have an enormous tummy.
deird1: Fred looking nervous (Fred nervous)
...I'm seriously stuck.

I've had a lot of work suddenly due all at once, which is a problem because I'm not good at tight schedules at the best of times, let alone when I suddenly need to throw up or lie down at random intervals. But I've been tackling it valiently.

I have three things due by next week. Last night, I finished number 1! Go me!

Sent number 1 off with a triumphant "finished!" email, and felt very relieved that I only had to cram 2 and 3 into next week.

Just woke up to an email of "you can't be finished, because there's more to part 1 and it's not due to reach you until tomorrow".


...why on earth didn't they send me that bit with the rest of it? And what the heck do I do now?

Not sure what to do about letting them know my scheduling issues. Especially since 2 and 3 both go to different people (1 and 2 are to the same person), and neither of them really values the other person's project. Hence the freaking out.
deird1: puppet!Angel brooding, with text "brood brood brood brood brood brood brood brood brood" (PuppetAngel brood)
Okay. So, I went to hospital a few months ago.

Americans, as far as I can gather, would say that I went to the hospital.

Then, while I was in hospital (otherwise known as in the hospital), the husband came and visited me.

Talking about this with him yesterday, I mentioned that he'd "gone to the hospital". From an American standpoint, this seems like it would mean he'd been injured and was lying in a hospital bed. So... how would someone in America indicate that a person had physically gone to the hospital building, but wasn't a patient? Or do you have to spell it out like that?
deird1: Aeryn with the silly blonde wig (Aeryn princess)
Halfway through pregnancy, and starting to enjoy it.

I'm throwing up a lot less, and eating a lot more. Unfortunately, the First Trimester Of DOOM not only made me horribly underweight, but also took away every scrap of muscle I had. (Lying down for a month and a half will do that to you.) So it's been quite challenging trying to get myself capable of highly taxing activities like... walking down the street.

I'm feeling pretty accomplished, though, because yesterday I walked for an hour and didn't need to lie down afterwards. Go me!

The kidlet has apparently decided that kicking me is fun. I keep feeling what, from the squirmy one's perspective, are undoubtedly monster kicks with a great deal of force behind them. In other words, from a normal person, they'd be lightly dabbing at my arm with as much gentleness as they could muster. I can barely feel a thing, unless I'm lying down and completely still. It's getting more noticeable, though, so in a few weeks it'll probably feel as dramatic as anything.

Am quite big, but still fit my clothes.
deird1: Twilight Sparkle's hot air balloon (MLP:FiM hot air balloon)
Switzerland is PRETTY.

We went to Lauterbrunnen Valley – which I highly recommend – and saw lots of waterfalls, two lakes, and plenty of mountains. Seriously beautiful.

I briefly lost my camera – my precious, precious camera, with all my Paris and Switzerland photos! – but thankfully the restaurant I'd left it at found it for me, so hurrah! I must take advantage of this good fortune to post some photos of the pretty. And I will, I promise... just as soon as I've had a nap or three.


deird1: Fred looking pretty and thoughful (Default)

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