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22 July 2007
18 June 2007
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Some girls get flowers, I get RAM
Monday 18 June 2007 - 9.43pm
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My beloved came home with a present tonight to cheer me up after what has been a fairly topsy turvy, emotional few days; a whole bunch of RAM for my puta!!!! While not the most romantic of presents, it was very appreciated as I have been getting increasingly frustrated with the lurching, chunking nature of my PC lately (possibly he bought it so he doesn't have to hear me swearing at the screen when I am playing CivCity Rome for which my RAM previously only just met the minimum RAM requirements). He also defragged my beast so it is running all lovely and fast and whatnot. Happiness is a  penny with a well behaved PC! 
We spent Saturday in Wellington visiting Michael's sister. His sister had just been transfered out of ICU when we arrived after spending 4 days there and unfortunately the best place for her to get the care she needs is in the maternity ward, surrounded by happy new mums and dads and their new family members  . She was very pleased to see us all and was remarkably bright and chatty considering although naturally very very tired after her ordeal. I had a wee cry when we all gathered round her bed and looked at the photos of little her little boy, Connor Shawn. So unbelievely tiny - he weighed just 400grams at birth - but perfectly formed. Michael's sister was very numb emotionally at that time. She kept apologising because she felt she was coming across very stoic because she didn't feel anything, not even looking at the photos of Connor. She said none of it seemed real, like she was watching everything happening to someone else. I think that is probably her mind's way of protecting her just at that time. Michael's mum text us Sunday morning and said the tears and grief had finally caught up with her and that there will be a very hard few days ahead. My heart aches for her and her husband. No amount of flowers, hugs or comforting words will bring them any peace at this time. I hate feeling so powerless when people are so unhappy.
To cheer me up we came home via the wonder that is Borders on Lambton Quay. Mmmmm, I  bookstores!!! Unfortunately I had to be very restrained and only look and drool - I have to restrict my book buying at the moment in favour of winter clothes for work and paying bills (grrr at reality). We also detoured at the chocolate factory at Porirua (atleast I think that is where it is!) and bought a bag of soft caramel filled chocolates for us and some fire engine shaped solid chocolates for my nephews and neice who we paid a flying visit to on our way home through Foxton.
We had just enough time to get home, throw some dinner together hastily and paste on a smile then the guests were arriving for our very low key house warming party. The highlights included Michael and I trading glaring looks at each other as we battled over what was an acceptable volume level for the music, many games of Uno Stacko and me being mocked by most everyone for my taste in music - specifically my love of Wet Wet Wet. Even my good friend Graeme, who moved to NZ from Scotland 2 years ago got in on dishing out the ridicule - clearly he left his patriatism back home in Glasgow *shakes head*
This however has not damped my enthusiasm for all things "wet" in any way shape or form. Quite the opposite in fact. I seem to be going through a little "wets" revival - I watched one of my dvds of them last night and am grooving away to them as I type this  on the headphones of course because Michael would probably leave me if I played them on the speakers 
Speaking of my beloved, Sunday was spent fussing over him and his self inflicted hungover misery We spent alot of the day lazing round in bed snoozing although did manage to venture out long enough to buy some cat food - very active day!
Which brings me to today, Monday - ugh. Work is super busy at the moment and will be for atleast the next week. I guess that is only fair since Friday was a very slack day. I spent the morning organising and preparing for the afternoon which was spent doing a team building exercise.....trying to kill each other playing paintball! Gotta love it when your work place pays for you to spent an afternoon firing missiles at the people who have pissed you off all week.  I was all keyed up and excited til I heard that the paint pellets fly at 300 feet per second - that's fairly ouchy speeds if you didn't guess. I thought having a few extra layers of natural padding would soften the pain. Not so. I have several fairly impressive welts on my belly but by far the worst is the hit I took to my thigh. It has a central welt with a blood blister in the centre and is surrounded by a tenis ball size bruise in lots of interesting shades of black, purple, green and yellow. It also happens to be on the muscle so every time I walk/flex/move, I am reminded of it. Great fun!
We departed to the pub to lick our wounds when it got too cold and dusk was rapidly closing in. Sadly this part of the afternoon was not paid for by work 
Lastly, for those of you who are curious, my besty Leah is doing well and came home from hospital today  Her little man, Ashton Bailey is doing all the things a new born baby should do and from the photo I have seen, is a little honeypot of cuteness! I am planning to go visit on Saturday
Music: Wet Wet Wet - Sweet Surrender
Mood: Chilled
Tags: catch_up
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Stayed for roast chicken dinner (yummo) and first half of rugby (yawn) then drove home. 
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