"I have a skinny woman inside of me trying to get out, but I manage to keep her quiet with cookies........"
Friday, June 29, 2007
"I have a skinny woman inside of me trying to get out, but I manage to keep her quiet with cookies........"
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
I had nice, neat, trimmed-on-Sunday hair, that had been dyed "Dark Praline Brown" on Saturday. It's one of L'Oreal's new velvet browns, you know. Perfect grey coverage. Rich, even, long-lasting colour. Non-drip (Try telling my Dark-Praline Brown-spotted concrete that). With Ceramide-Protein conditioner. At least that's what the box says. My hair just a dark, reddish brown. colour. Very similar to many other dark, reddish-browns that I have dyed it before........ I used to colour my hair. Now I just try my darndest to make it look natural....
I had attractive, but not over-done make-up. Foundation, Mascara, Lippy...as usual.
My handbag and shoes matched. This is very, very, very unusual. Black, of course. And I carried my portfolio in GG's black (of course) laptop satchel.
Very powerful. Of course.
I wore a very schmick power suit. Black, of course. With a crisp white shirt with thin blue and black stripes. Smart indeed. So did just about everybody else that I saw. Varying shades of the shirt, but generally understated. A few didn't really look as if they had made much of an effort, but maybe they're new to the game. Or they are so confident of their own abilities that they didn't need the props and facade ... And some young girls whose mothers need to give them a lesson in interview preparation....
I was early... and thrust into the spotlight early...... It was lucky that I had been able to spend time at Rose Cottage in Lisa's calming company. I was only mildly petrified....... with a heart that was pumping like a steam train slogging it's way across the Nullabor Plain.
The questions were asked and answered appropriately, usually at some length. Too long-winded, maybe??? I don't know. Others that arrived after me came out before me. I was familiar with one of the three panel members. She interviewed me last time I applied for a traineeship. And I was unsuccessful. Was I better or worse this time???? They were nice folk, Karen, Penny and Bill. What a job they've got to do! We must have all started to look alike in our black....... Droning on about the same things.....
I was not black. I joked with the panel about the "Black interviewee uniform". I was sunny, enthusiatic, co-operative and informative. And professional. And very nurse-like. I am a great pretender.....................
These are the hospitals who will take on a trainee enrolled nurse come September 24;
Armidale, Cessnock, Gloucester, Manning Valley, Inverell, Moree, Boggabri, Tamworth, Wingham, Kurri Kurri (so nice they named it twice), Moree, Maitland, John Hunter, The Royal Newcastle Centre. No Muswellbrook, Scone, Singleton, Belmont.
I had to make a choice of where I would like to train if I was a successful applicant. I told the panel I would "go anywhere, really. It's all do-able". But I had to nominate two places. My 1st choice was John Hunter, because it had 2 places available. My second choice was The Royal Newcastle Centre. I told the panel that these were my choices as my parent's home at Belmont would provide me with the support base that my family and I needed if I were to work away from home. But I will work wherever they send me. These traineeships are like winning lotto. 16 or so positions to be filled. I'm not sure how many lucky interviewees there were today. 2 separate panels running over a number of days, with a minimum of about 15 candidates per session. That's a lot of people competeing for a very few jobs........
I told the panel I would not apply again if I was not successful on this occassion. Not until 2009. Because Scorpaboy sits his HSC next year, and I need to be around for this. If I get lucky this time, then I'll be living back home just after his HSC trial exams. And that will be ok. But I won't live away when my boy might really need me.
GG thinks it would be good. We could set up a flat together, and she could phone me late at night/early morning when she is in her cups to drive her places. Or not. Her mother will be a hard-working nurse trainee on a shiftwork roster........... It would be good to live together, though....................
So . It it done. I will know nothing for a few weeks. Interviews are being held in various sites between 25/6 and 13/7. Referee reports will be collected between 16/7 and 10/8. Luckily, my manager is on leave, and the acting manager actually likes me and thinks I will be a good nurse. She offerred to act as a referree for me, so I supplied her name instead, today. So if I get that far, all will be well. My other referree is my old boss from Muswellbrook Community Health, and she will be glowing in her praise. She wants me to work for her when I'm qualified.
Offers of employment will be sent out between August 13 and 17..............................
I think I shall be very busy over the next few weeks.
Taking small breaths.
Because I will be holding my breath.... a little......
Thank you for all your kind thoughts.
And finally, a bird up-date for Lisa.
Corn is happily chatting with her new friends. The blokes are happy that there is a cool new chick on the block.
Mr Quail, formerly bonk-murderer, successfully made the transition to his new home, only attempting Hari-Kari twice. This afternoon, he was running his little orange legs off.
And now I'm going to hug my GG because she's here, and I can.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
It hasn't rained all day..... she's magic, you know.
It's very windy, extremely crisp and chilly up here in Walnut Grove.
But dry. Thank you again, Lisa.
And if you have an excess of goodwill, please send some my way on Tuesday. You see, I have an interview for an Enrolled Nurse Traineeship. I hate interviews with a passion. Especially panel interviews, and that's what this one will be. But I am a Great Pretender (see, Lisa; I know some Jackson too). This is my second attempt at securing a traineeship. Last time, in February, I was listed as successful and suitable, but missed out on one of the two available places. I was next cab off the rank if someone dropped out. I don't know if they thought I was very funny when I asked who were the successful candidates so I could kill one of them.........
The good and bad part of this traineeship is that I will have to spend two 8 week blocks studying at Newcastle TAFE. Bad that I am away from Beloved and the boys (I hate to think what I will come home to, and how sketchy their diet will be. And how much I will miss them.....), and good that I get Cyndy-time at a place where I love to be. And by that I mean Newcastle. With my Gorgeous Girl. And my mum... So think positive thoughts for me please. You never know; I may get time to come for coffee with all you Newcastle WITs and Marys.
The interview will be Tuesday morning, at Waratah. If I'm successful, I may even be working in the Newcastle area. But that's a whole different ball of wool..............
GG has one more exam tomorrow, and has finished her first semester at uni...... It all happens so fast. She is doing well. Good girl, Elly.
Nothing. I'm going to shower, then bed. It'll be lovely and warm. Beloved is a fabulous bed warmer. It's one of his talents. And he always goes to bed before me...... toasty warm.... mmmm ... And if I'm really lucky, the cats will move over and let me snuggle up. I never thought we'd have cats on our bed. It just happened. And Beloved isn't a cat person. But they're warm, too. Trouble is, Moe purrs way too loud.......................
It's 11.45pm, and for me it's an early night.
Monday, June 18, 2007
102nd Blog post!!!!
Ok. I'll admit it.
I forgot to note that I had actually posted 100 times......
SO HERE COMES THE RIVETTING BLOG POST, AUSPICIOUSLY NUMBERED 102.....
It's Monday, and tonight it started raining again.
A special request:
Do you think you could temporarily re-arrange your name, please Raihn?
To something that might help us out a bit, such as "No-More-Rain-For-A-While" ?
Or exert some of your very profound influence? I distinctly remember you arranging some appropriate weather for me last year........
We really can't take too much more rain here at the moment.
Beloved managed to get bogged in the yard, yet again, on Saturday night, and it hadn't rained for a couple of days.... more of my lovely old recycled-chimney-bricks disappeared into the boggy depths...never to return.
I'm not game to park in the yard any more.
A old local from up the road told me that he remembers that there used to be a spring running underneath our yard. And I think that he's right.
Vegeboy is back from his 4 day trip to the Snowy Mountains, in one piece, and happy. Tired, but happy. And he skiied!!!
The Big Boys went to Arcadia for a mototrials event on Sunday. Scorpaboy won A-Grade. We shan't mention that he was the only entrant to compete in A-Grade. He rode VERY well. And arrived home very muddy....
And I had fun placing dirty, damp clothes in the washing machine, then placing damper clothes into the clothes drier. An abundance of them actually.
Then I re-painted Vegeboy's ceiling that was only painted a year ago, thanks to a "Horrible Science make-your-own-brain" that the boys managed to stick to the ceiling, three times, then forgot to tell me that it was stuck there. The stain just wouldn't clean off, so I have had to paint it all over again. That's my idea of "painting", Anchell.
And then I took my time peeling thirty-five layers of old enamel paint off Vegeboy's door with a heat gun. Those 4-panel doors, which look so cute, are a pain to strip paint from.....Oh well.. It's almost half done....on the front.......
I've probably got lead poisoning now....
And I'm a bit of a Trivia geek. I attended the local Combined Churches Trivia night on Saturday night. I didn't even get struck by a thunderbolt.... and I am abashed to say that I was able to answer a trivia question that no-one else in the room was able to.
A One-hit Wonder Question.
What does that say about me and my mind?
I am, indeed, strange.........
With a head full of shite... Totally useless shite.... I can even remember the film clip.....................
This is a nice picture of them that I found. Not too many photos look like this; they're usually more grungy, with coloured lights and smoke-filled stages, but not rock'n'roll god-like, though. They call themselves Dean and Gene Ween....... but they're not blood-brothers.
They must be nice boys, really. Just look at that beautiful Lab-Adore..... and the aran/cable-knit sweaters that Nanna must have knitted for them....
Friday, June 15, 2007
I should be at work.
But I'm not. I stayed home as I have the remnants of a migraine that developed when I was standing at the checkouts at BigW yesterday evening. Thank goodness it doesn't happen everytime I'm at Big W. Actually, I typed "Big EW", then. I should have left it.
So, today is very quiet, with just Clover and I in the shed with the heater humming. No TV, no stereo or radio. The cats are curled up on my bed in the house. I'm not going to tell what I'm wearing. Suffice to say that if there was a Miss Universe of bag ladies, then I'd be a top five finalist. We have no wood for the fire. It too wet everywhere. I've tried to send some rain over to Kris, of "Kronicles of Kris" fame, but it seems reluctant to go.
I've spent the day so far wandering throught the realms of cyberspace, reading and blog-commenting while waiting for you-tube videos to load, mainly of the American Idol final 4. A very talented bunch, certainly. And Jordin deserved to win.
But then I found what I was really looking for.
Paul Potts singing "Nessun Dormer" on "Britain's Got Talent".
I saw a bit of this clip on "Sunrise" the other morning, and I wanted to see it in it's entirety. I'm not an opera fan. At all. I can't understand a word of it. Even if it's in English. Gilbert and Sullivan are about as operatic as I get. But this man.... my, oh, my. I was reduced to tears whilst watching "Sunrise". For a reason other than the boys are too slow at getting ready for school , and I will have to drive them to the bus stop....again.....
This mobile phone salesman from South Wales feels that he was born to sing. And I think that he's right. And not just in the bathroom. He lacks confidence. But if he could only see the effect that he has on those to whom he is singing. He lifts the entire room with this short piece of music; the expression on people's faces are amazing. The transformation of the judges says it all.
A commenter says that he read that Paul has been working as a soloist that has performed in Northern Italy. Well, so what; everyone starts somewhere. It doesn't detract from the magic that we see and hear.............
I hope that it takes Paul to where he wants to be.
He certainly took me to a special place.
And then it took me quite a while to find these lyrics;
Nessun dorma, Nessun dorma, nessun dorma!
Tu pure, o principessa,
Nella tua fredda stanza,
Guardi le stelle
Che tremano d’amore e di speranza.
Ma il mio mistero e chiuso in me,
Il nome mio nessun sapra!
No, no, sulla tua bocca lo diro’Quando la luce splendera’!
Ed il mio bacio scioglierà il silenzioChe ti fa mia!
(il nome suo nessun saprà!E noi dovrem, ahime, morir!)
Dilegua, o notte!
And thanks to Andrea Bocelli, a translation;
no one sleeps! no one sleeps!
You too, o princess
In your cold room
Are watching the stars
Which tremble with love and hope!
But my secret lies hidden within me,
No one shall know my name!
No no, on your lips I will tell you,
When daylight will come
And my kiss shall break
The silence which makes you mine
(No one shall discover your name!
And we will be able to die!)
Depart, oh night!
fade away, you stars!
At dawn I shall win!
I even love the words...... It wasn't easy to find them. Apparently opera isn't mainstream enough ......... or opera fans already know all the words.......
Now I know what he was singing about. And from his heart, too. Just to me........
Enough waxing lyrical for me.
I'm off to place a nice hot water bottle on my neck, and maybe have a little nap.
I might just watch it one more time first. Just while I'm waiting for the kettle to boil.....
Cheers to you all xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
It was just an island up here for a few days... but we're on level 3 water restrictions now, due to the poor water quality of the Hunter River, and the effect that this has on our pump stations.....
I hope that all is on the improve for those that have been affected by the influence of Mother Nature.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
He is right.
We are at my mum and dad's house at Belmont North. We drove down on Friday night, with the plan to take GG to Sydney to a concert, but decided that it would be better to stay here, and then drive down to Luna Park on Saturday morning for the two big kids to attend the "Come Together" concert. We drove back to Mum and Dad's late Saturday night.
Tomorrow morning, Monday, hopefully, we can drive back to Denman, if the floods have receded enough. We are hopeful. The cats will be hungry..........
I hope that you are all safe and well. I have had many thoughts of you all over the last few days.
We are right to be thankful.
I will do a complete post later. And I think we've all seen the rain.........
Love to you all,