Wednesday, March 25, 2009


is an interesting occupation. I have recently signed up with an office labour hire firm in Traralgon and have had two temping jobs since. They were both babysitting jobs, i.e. go in, sit in the office all day and mind the phones and the walk ins, leave messages for the appropriate people and go home again. The second temp job was incredibly boring. There were virtually no phone calls to answer (and I don't count the boss calling to check in as a real phone call) so for the second day of that job, I actually took work that Ben needed to get done with me and did that. I am hoping that this sort of work might lead to a part time position somewhere, but at least it will look good on my resume. I have been applying for jobs in the area, but I guess it's an employers' market at the moment...

It's been so long

since I last blogged! So much has been going on! I have been temping (which was okay, good money, boring occupation) and I've done tuckshop duty; we've been looking at houses in Sale; picking up Mike from Band Camp; having friends around; just lots of stuff!

We had a lovely time last weekend. Mike went to Band Camp, which he enjoyed and I got to spend some one on one time with Gabi. It was really nice to be able to do that. Mike did miss his first soccer match of the season, though, which was a bit sad, but that's the way the cookie crumbled this time. Mike brought home the camp permission form on Monday of last week, with a note attached from his instrumental music teacher saying Mike will be attending camp, starting on Friday. Nice notice there, huh? Of course we wouldn't have said that Mike couldn't go; it was just the slightly arrogant presumption of the teacher in the note that got me. While we were listening to the concert on Sunday morning, Gabi got really excited about learning the trombone so she could be on this camp next year. That would be pretty cool; both Mike and Gabi at the same music camp. The camp caters for the junior musicians of the school, from Grade 4 upwards to Grade 8. As a side note, Gabi was also excited by the prospect of playing her grandfather's compositions at the camp. And the grade 5/6 band did indeed play two pieces written by my dad. I told my mum about this, and she told Dad and then she emailed me that he was "pretty chuffed" about it all. Not bad progress there.

Monday, March 2, 2009

So proud...

I would just like to say that I am proud of my children, usually just because they are mine. Yesterday, however, I was able to experience that feeling because of my daughter. Gabi has been asking for sometime now if we could arrange a playdate with one of her friends from the school bus, Sarah. Well yesterday, Sarah's mum called and asked if we could possibly go over that afternoon for the playdate. We didn't have any other really, really pressing plans, so I said yep, we could drop in for Gabi and Sarah to spend some time together, no problems. Now all I've ever known about Sarah is her name and that she travels on the bus with Gabi. That's it. That's all that Gabi has ever told me. We arrived at Sarah's house and Sarah was just out riding her pony (a lovely white pony) called Toy. When Sarah arrived, I discovered that she has Down Syndrome. All at once I was so proud of my little girl because it hadn't mattered to her at all. Yep, my Gabi had made friends with Sarah because she liked her and she wanted to go and play with her and have Sarah at our house and that was that. I love moments like that. I must be doing something right after all.