Oops

Wow, it's been forever...I will totally blog again as so much has happened.


But not right now...for now, my bed is calling to me.


Good Night.

Facebook

Well as much as I feel regret to say it, I have finally been sucked in. I did at one time make a myspace page, but then I really didn't have the time or the interest to go playing on it and nurturee it like it needed so it is created somewhere but forgotten, neglected and in some ways dead. So when some of my friends joined facebook, my initial response was "NO!" I don't really like online communities that much, but with the applications and groups organised the way they are, it's not as though you are completely out in the open like a book ready to be criticised.

It is a most perculiar and addictive thing facebook. With a wide variety of topics and people on board. It's also a bit strange being able to get into contact wiht people I haven't seen in years all because we joined the same group.

My favourite things are the trivia for various things (movies, tv shows and music) and then there are my pets which I fight monsters with to get gold, experience and sometimes some cool loot. Plus to my over-whelming joy, there are stargate groups. People just like me! I've tried going on forums and stuff and found them too crazy to keep up with as there are always the people who seem to spend hours at a time on them and conversations progress at alarming rates which are next to impossible to keep up with. Facebook has a nice self-paced feel to it which is easy to manoever around.

It is however highly addictive and should not be used as a substitute for sleep or food!!! I learnt that the hard way by getting too caught up in it all.

Nothing much else is new with me. Hockey is on it's last legs for the season with two semi-finals guaranteed and I'd have to say at least one grand-final almost certain. I'm back getting regular physio though so I'll be glad when it's all over with.

Unexpected But Nice

Today as I was listening to the radio and doing my data entry, one of the IT guys approached me and asked for my email address. Now you might be thinking that he was hitting on me, but it wasn't like that at all. He's an older guy and he seemed a little shy. He said he had something he wanted to send to me. Now I just figured he was asking for my work email address, but I'm still not sure if that is what he meant or not. I also don't send myself emails very often from this address and I had forgotten the format of work email addresses as I've worked for campanies where it has been firstname.lastname@company.com.au and some where it has been has been just an initial and some without the au at the end. So I looked it up and handed it to him and a moment later I get an email which is titled 'Love You'. Again don't go jumping to conclusions as they will just be wrong.

I opened up the email and there was a link to click, so I did and it opened up a new web page which started a flash presentation. Now I was skeptical right up until the last slide as I really wasn't sure what the conclusion was as all the way through it was talking in fairly general terms, but quite obviously relating to a 'God'. It turned out to be a very innocent, but uplifting slide show on trusting and being strengthened by God (Jesus). It was nice.

So I sent an email reply saying thank you and that it was very nice and then went and actually tried to speak to this guy, but unfortunately he received a phone call. Before that I didn't manage to get from him that he had heard me talking about going to Bible Study the other day so he thought I would like it and that he goes to Hillsong which apparently everybody loves and hates, but everyone also knows.

Here is the link if you'd like to have a look:
http://www.andiesisle.com/He-Will-Be.html

I was quite pleasantly surprised to have been appraoched with this and would like to share it with you.

A Proper Adult?

I guess I should start by explaining the title of my blog...well just a month ago I turned 20. I left the world of being a teenager behind me. Of course with many birthdays I didn't feel any different. I find that usually it takes me a few months to feel different if at all but today it finally happened. Today I had an appointment with the RTA to go for my full license. Although I was incredibly nervous about passing, I did! Yay!!! I almost forgot to take my P's off the car as I left and when I did it almost felt wrong, like I was doing something naughty. Anyway, I realised as I was letting my sister drive with me supervising, that I actually felt like and adult.

So today I feel like an adult. I feel like I've escaped the social black hole of being a P-plate driver. Society now has no generalisation to put me under and to try and destroy my confidence or make me feel bad just because of my age and driving status. So I was quite excited.

But shame on society for me needing to take one test to feel like I don't have to prove myself at every step and feel like I'm constantly being looked down on.

Nothing much more is happening at the moment. I'm getting four day weekends, but my real weekends almost feel more like work at times as they are generally more tiring than my working week.

Mingle2

Don't ask me about the title, it's the name of a website I found while bored at work today. Hosted on this site is a 'Blog Rater'. As it turns out my blog is G-rated:











If you want to see what yours is rated go to this link:
http://mingle2.com/blog-rating

Happy Birthday To Me!!!

Other than being a shameless plug, this is just a little bit of silliness from me in the last few hours of being a teenager. I was born on Tuesday 15th June 1987 at 6:38pm in Blacktown Hospital so i still have a few hours of lazy, reckless teenager left in me.

For those who I haven't told yet (I think I tell this story too often and it's not really something to be proud of), but my mum was in labour with me for 36 hours before I was born by cesarean. I also came out with a slight point to my head as babies heads are very malleable and my uncle nicknamed me rocket head.

My parents hadn't found out if I was going to be a girl or a boy, if I was a boy I was going to be Stephen Thomas. This happens to be my boyfriends first and middle names. I find that to be a little creepy and although I don't believe in the 'cosmos' playing tricks on people, it seems like a bit of a practical joke!

My favourite
- foods are pasta and chicken
- sweets are chocolate and ice cream
- TV shows are Law and Order SVU and Stargate
- colours are purple and green
- type of day is spent at home during a big storm (thunder, lightning, rain and somewhere to watch it from)
- actress is Julie Andrews
- actor is Hugh Jackman
- church song is How Deep The Fathers Love
- holiday destination has a resort on the beach, isolated from the real world, but with plenty of activities (tennis, surf ski's, bush walking etc) if desired
- thing to do on a long car trip is to sing at the top of my lungs to well known 70's and 80's party favourites
- way to de-stress is to listen to instrumental music from Moulin Rouge (music heavy on violin, cello and piano)

I have spent 20 years of my life becoming who I am today. I have my friends and family to thank most of all as without them the hard times would have been even harder and the good times, not as good. So although I might have some quirky favourite on my list, they make up who I am and why I make the choices I make and do the things I do. They help define me, but without someone to notice, they are nothing. So thank you to all my friends and my family. You are wonderful and irreplaceable.

Too Efficient?

Is there merit in being too efficient? I say yes as it shows a persons ability to get a job done well int he least amount of time required. No nonsense, just work. That is what you're paid for right? Ok but what if you work solidly, but still take the time to chat and grab a coffee, but you're still 'too' efficient? Why does it seem to have such negative connotations??

After ranting for a paragraph and not liking it I decided I'd keep this short. What is wrong with being efficient? People complain of being over-worked or not having enough help, but when they are given help, they don't cope. Is it possible that we are just gluttons for punishment and although we might complain about stress etc, that we thrive on it and it subconsciously pushes us? If we have less to do (or less of a deadline to meet) we seem to feel a little lost and just meander around and maybe even not do such a good job in the end. I mean how much more motivated are you to get out of the house on your one day off? I know I'm not. Once I'm on that couch, it'd take something pretty important to get me out and about and motivated. But going to work I do like clock-work and stopping off do run and erand on the way home is no hassell, but doing it on Saturday just fills up Saturday and it feels less like a weekend and more like a chore.

All this is because at my last job and my current one, I have felt accused of being 'too' efficient and I keep wondering what is so bad about it. Inefficiency in things that I feel are basic drives me mental so why shouldn't I strive to do the best job I can? I'm not like this with everything, but making me feel bad about being successful and efficient only discourages proactivity in other areas.

I'm not saying all work no play, but work for the time you need to, de-stress and chat to people occasionally and relax when it counts.