Out with the old, in with the new

I started a new job yesterday.  I am SO excited about it, I can barely stand it.  I am assisting the director for Ministerial and Training at the TC Conference of our church.  Woooot!  Which means a lot of doing this-and-that... but also LOTS of planning, training, writing (yay!) and designing (HUGE YAY!!!) all the posters, newsletters et cetera that go into planning the training sessions.

I still haven't quite figured out how I landed with my butt squarely in the butter, but I am certainly not complaining.  I never was one who minded a greasy butt.  Ahem.  Did I really say that?

I was SO excited about my new job that I barely slept the night before.  I was awake at quarter to two in the morning and never succeeded at falling asleep again until last night, when I crumpled into bed before the crickets started chirping.

Such bliss.

Where I sit:

View from my spot (to my right side):

 

And some welcome flowers from my new boss:

Now, let the games begin!

...the post about our holiday and burgeoning bulges

Damn. Back at work today. The Hubsband and The Girlchild are at home, enjoying another two weeks of holidays while I have become a member of The Sucker Club, working during the festive season.

We had a SPLENDID holiday with my hubby’s folks in Durban. Durbs never disappoints. We acted like real Vaalies – spent most days battling the wind on the beach, splish-splashing in the waves and rolling in the sand in a determined effort to get as much sand in as many places as possible. Ahem. Exhibit A below:

We arrived in Durban on the night of the 15th with my trousers hanging loosely from my hips and departed last night with plump muffin tops over the same trousers. Which just goes to show that CLEARLY such delicious indulgence cannot go unpunished. I will regain my moderately heffalump appearance in the course of time. Which is, of course, what New Years Resolutions are for.

What did you do this Festive Season?

Testing...

It has been more than a year since I poked my nose in on my own blog... only to discover with shock! horror! that my blog doesn't exist anymore. Why this should surprise me, is anyone's guess.

So, this is a test "hello" from me, to see if this old thing still works.

Who knows, this might well be the kick in my rear end to get my blogging overalls back on.

Watch this space.

Safe in Perth. With a few extra grey hairs, but nothing that a bottle of Wella can't fix.

We are in  Ozzieland, Hillbillylovers!  The flight went remarkably well from Johannesburg to Perth, with the Jellybean sleeping the entire way.  Allergan Forte, you're my new best friend!

I wish the same could be said for the trip from Durban to Johannesburg.  Jesse screamed at the top of her lungs for the first 40 minutes of the flight.  My shattered nerves!  What's that I was saying about a crocodile???  Ja.  No look!  

Next, onto Auckland.  Aurette, here we come!

Woooot wooooot!

The Travelling Wilburies Hillbillies

Yoohoo! Thought I'd rise from the ashes to saw howdy.

Today the three of us travel to New Zealand to go and visit my sister. So excited I can barely contain myself. Also a bit nervous about Jesse travelling so far. She's been "terrible two"ing us quite a lot lately and if she hits one of her little stints on the plane... Well, let's just say that thumping me on the head with a live crocodile would be more fun.

Lord have mercy!

I will be chronicling our travels on the Kiwi side of the planet. If I can stop my booty from shaking long enough.

See you on the other side.