Tuesday, June 17, 2008
THE SHOW ROLLS ON........
My online neglect continues.
It doesn't look like I will be getting interwebs until August. In the mean time I will have to post sporadically as I go along.
The “House of the Dusty Chicken” is no more. Out of the four housemates, two are moving in with their partners, the other long term original housemate does not wish to take on the responsibility of running the share house and neither does the newest.
Which one am I? I'm one of the ones moving in with the partner. Fiance to be exact.
The big bang had forcibly and convincingly punched home the message of not taking things for granted and not procrastinating.
The last traffic collision when one of my customers rear ended me had underlined that message with a big fat red marker.
An so it was about a month ago that I decided to jump in the deep end and ask Snorkmaiden to marry me.
There are a few steps involved in something like this.
I would have liked to have performed the ritual complete with bling ring, but I couldn't wait, so :
Step 1: After dropping off Snorky at the 'place that sells bad beer' ( where we met 2 days before the big bang ) I took off to the local supermarket to find the nearest bubble gum machine. Having found one that I believed would suit my needs I popped in the $1 coin and turned the handle with anticipation. What came out of the little plastic container disgorged by the machine was something far beyond my expectations, and let's face it they weren't exactly high. I was so unimpressed that I fished for another $1 coin to feed the ever obligingly hungry machine and was rewarded with another little plastic package. Its contents were slightly more to my liking and I pocketed the offering with glee as I hurried to the car with thoughts running through my head as to how I was going to pop the question.
Step 2: On the way back to the pub I thought I would do well to observe the correct protocol expected by the future bride's parents and ask for her hand in marriage ( even better, everything else that's attached to it ), especially considering they live on a farm and own numerous firearms, including shotguns.
With excitement and nervousness I dialled the number and attempted to formulate some kind of coherent request, one whose structure I could hang on to as a psychological crutch as lay myself emotionally prostrate and subject my ego to whatever result may come of it.
Busy signal.......
I tried numerous times to get through with the same result. Someone was unknowingly sabotaging my attempts to complete step 2.
Dismayed, I thought I would have to leave it for another time / day.
As I slunk back into the pub I found Snorky on the phone. And with whom should she be gaily conversing with? Her mummy dearest.
Later in the evening, under the pretext of going for a toilet break, I once again dialled the farm. This time success was mine! I managed to get a hold of the woman who had brought my beloved into this world all those years ago. I was indeed given permission to marry her daughter and I didn't have to plead and grovel like a puppy in front it's master when there are cold meat sandwiches about. In fact her mum was delighted at the prospect of my joining the family. Step 2 complete.
Step 3: Armed with the $1 ring, made of some sort of gold coloured soft alloy and adorned with a plastic jewel green star in a claw setting which had actually cost me $2, and verbal permission from the hopefully future ma in law I waited till the moment was right. Due to the pub being our local and therefore many of our mates popping in and out willy nilly, I almost gave up on the entire procedure, however just as we were alone and about to leave I stole a quick glance in the direction of the open fire place to find it empty. I ushered Snorky over next to the crackling fire ,
Radiating its heat and bathing her in a warm glow it combusted away with a seeming solemnity befitting a witness to such an occasion. I hadn't really thought through how I was going to pop the question, so I just spoke from the heart and told her that she was the best thing ever to have happened to me and that I would love to spend the rest of my life with her and that I would be the happiest man alive of she felt the same way and agreed to marry me. It pretty much came out like that too. To my delight she said yes and I slipped the $2, formerly $1 ring her on her finger.
And that is how it happened folks.
In time we had a 'proper' ring custom made by a fantastic jeweller. We have also been able to find and secure a venue for the reception, a church, a priest and she has even bought a dress, the first one in the first shop she had found. Very unwomanly if you ask me.
I figured that for the reception we'll have some ipod selections playing in between performances on guitar, bass, piano and vox by myself and associated musical friends and relatives.
Should be sweeeeet.
Due to my moving into Snorky's 2 bedroom apartment I have had to perform a major decrappifying operation and get rid of a lot of stuff I'd accumulated over the years. Needed doing eh.
In between decrappifying and moving stuff, I' d been looking at photography courses and have found one that suits my needs. It is a tertiary advanced diploma which will take me 4 years to complete part time, but will hopefully enable me to change career paths. Should be starting that in July / August.
Somehow with all that going on I managed to get away for the long weekend one week ago. Bones and I took off into the alpine high country for some 'brokeback mountain' action before the roads are closed off for the winter. Just kidding, no brokeback action here, maybe a few broken cars along the way, but that is about it.
It would seem half the 4X4 population of Victoria had the same thought. Keeping it short, we got up and down some nasty and gnarly tracks which had even the most seasoned off roaders scratching their heads and wondering just how the hell 'the little Subaru the could' managed to get in and out of these areas which are considered solely the holy domain of trail bikes and serious 4X4 vehicles with recovery gear, winches and the like. One driver was positively in shock when he stopped us due to his mate having broken down further up one track. After asking him if I can get around the stricken vehicle I was met with a blank glazed over stare and eventually a reply of “I don't know, it's just that I haven't seen anything like this before.” ( referring to my kind of car in that kind of place. )
Anyway, got plenty to do fer now. Hopefully the move should be over in a couple of weeks and I can then concentrate on my new studies.
Ciao fer now.
.
It doesn't look like I will be getting interwebs until August. In the mean time I will have to post sporadically as I go along.
The “House of the Dusty Chicken” is no more. Out of the four housemates, two are moving in with their partners, the other long term original housemate does not wish to take on the responsibility of running the share house and neither does the newest.
Which one am I? I'm one of the ones moving in with the partner. Fiance to be exact.
The big bang had forcibly and convincingly punched home the message of not taking things for granted and not procrastinating.
The last traffic collision when one of my customers rear ended me had underlined that message with a big fat red marker.
An so it was about a month ago that I decided to jump in the deep end and ask Snorkmaiden to marry me.
There are a few steps involved in something like this.
I would have liked to have performed the ritual complete with bling ring, but I couldn't wait, so :
Step 1: After dropping off Snorky at the 'place that sells bad beer' ( where we met 2 days before the big bang ) I took off to the local supermarket to find the nearest bubble gum machine. Having found one that I believed would suit my needs I popped in the $1 coin and turned the handle with anticipation. What came out of the little plastic container disgorged by the machine was something far beyond my expectations, and let's face it they weren't exactly high. I was so unimpressed that I fished for another $1 coin to feed the ever obligingly hungry machine and was rewarded with another little plastic package. Its contents were slightly more to my liking and I pocketed the offering with glee as I hurried to the car with thoughts running through my head as to how I was going to pop the question.
Step 2: On the way back to the pub I thought I would do well to observe the correct protocol expected by the future bride's parents and ask for her hand in marriage ( even better, everything else that's attached to it ), especially considering they live on a farm and own numerous firearms, including shotguns.
With excitement and nervousness I dialled the number and attempted to formulate some kind of coherent request, one whose structure I could hang on to as a psychological crutch as lay myself emotionally prostrate and subject my ego to whatever result may come of it.
Busy signal.......
I tried numerous times to get through with the same result. Someone was unknowingly sabotaging my attempts to complete step 2.
Dismayed, I thought I would have to leave it for another time / day.
As I slunk back into the pub I found Snorky on the phone. And with whom should she be gaily conversing with? Her mummy dearest.
Later in the evening, under the pretext of going for a toilet break, I once again dialled the farm. This time success was mine! I managed to get a hold of the woman who had brought my beloved into this world all those years ago. I was indeed given permission to marry her daughter and I didn't have to plead and grovel like a puppy in front it's master when there are cold meat sandwiches about. In fact her mum was delighted at the prospect of my joining the family. Step 2 complete.
Step 3: Armed with the $1 ring, made of some sort of gold coloured soft alloy and adorned with a plastic jewel green star in a claw setting which had actually cost me $2, and verbal permission from the hopefully future ma in law I waited till the moment was right. Due to the pub being our local and therefore many of our mates popping in and out willy nilly, I almost gave up on the entire procedure, however just as we were alone and about to leave I stole a quick glance in the direction of the open fire place to find it empty. I ushered Snorky over next to the crackling fire ,
Radiating its heat and bathing her in a warm glow it combusted away with a seeming solemnity befitting a witness to such an occasion. I hadn't really thought through how I was going to pop the question, so I just spoke from the heart and told her that she was the best thing ever to have happened to me and that I would love to spend the rest of my life with her and that I would be the happiest man alive of she felt the same way and agreed to marry me. It pretty much came out like that too. To my delight she said yes and I slipped the $2, formerly $1 ring her on her finger.
And that is how it happened folks.
In time we had a 'proper' ring custom made by a fantastic jeweller. We have also been able to find and secure a venue for the reception, a church, a priest and she has even bought a dress, the first one in the first shop she had found. Very unwomanly if you ask me.
I figured that for the reception we'll have some ipod selections playing in between performances on guitar, bass, piano and vox by myself and associated musical friends and relatives.
Should be sweeeeet.
Due to my moving into Snorky's 2 bedroom apartment I have had to perform a major decrappifying operation and get rid of a lot of stuff I'd accumulated over the years. Needed doing eh.
In between decrappifying and moving stuff, I' d been looking at photography courses and have found one that suits my needs. It is a tertiary advanced diploma which will take me 4 years to complete part time, but will hopefully enable me to change career paths. Should be starting that in July / August.
Somehow with all that going on I managed to get away for the long weekend one week ago. Bones and I took off into the alpine high country for some 'brokeback mountain' action before the roads are closed off for the winter. Just kidding, no brokeback action here, maybe a few broken cars along the way, but that is about it.
It would seem half the 4X4 population of Victoria had the same thought. Keeping it short, we got up and down some nasty and gnarly tracks which had even the most seasoned off roaders scratching their heads and wondering just how the hell 'the little Subaru the could' managed to get in and out of these areas which are considered solely the holy domain of trail bikes and serious 4X4 vehicles with recovery gear, winches and the like. One driver was positively in shock when he stopped us due to his mate having broken down further up one track. After asking him if I can get around the stricken vehicle I was met with a blank glazed over stare and eventually a reply of “I don't know, it's just that I haven't seen anything like this before.” ( referring to my kind of car in that kind of place. )
Anyway, got plenty to do fer now. Hopefully the move should be over in a couple of weeks and I can then concentrate on my new studies.
Ciao fer now.
.
