Sorry, Wrong Number

Sorry, Wrong Number

All this time I thought my favourite hockey player, Todd Bertuzzi, was number 14 – he’s actually 44. Lucky I didn’t get his number on my Canuck jersey.

K Day

K Day

Today we get the keys! Got a taste of commuting this morning – a car had broken down half way up, inbound in the middle lanes of the Westgate bridge. THe bank up on the bridge and down Melbourne Rd was stretching for kilometres. Once past the unfortunate soul the trip was a breeze, although it took me fifteen mintues to get to the top of the bridge when it normally takes 3.

Rae is all packed. She has done the most amazing job getting ready – this move is going to be a hell of a lot less stressful than the last one. It’s going to be odd sharing my life fully with someone again, especially someone so different, and with a child. Phee seems to be coping okay, although it’s probably more through ignorance of what happens than anything else. I think she’s pretty excited and I can’t wait to see her face on Saturday. Thomas is getting a little stressed – he’s not sure what on earth is happening with boxes piled everywhere and people not paying him all the attention he deserves. He’s not going to like being an indoor cat for a while, but, them’s the breaks when your a cat.

Keys Pt II

Keys Pt II

We can collect the keys for the new place tomorrow!!! Yay! All systems are go.

Baby Kicks

Baby Kicks

Oh wow. Just felt Trish’s baby kicking. Absolutely amazing sensation.

Keys

Keys

I’ve done a key cull. Once the five keys that currently get me into my place and Rae’s are reduced to one or two for the new place I will have a maximum of five keys on my chain. Add one small torch, a small pocket knife and my Tigers tag and my load will be lightened considerably.

Funny the things that make you happy.

Red Light

Red Light

Caught behind a huge truck last night that I couldn’t see around, followed it through an intersection only to discover it had run a red light. Hope there is was no comera there.

Speeding Along

Speeding Along

We signed the lease last night, the agent was lovely after the disaster of the other day. Passed over the bond, signed our signatures many times over and the place is ours. We are so lucky with the current tenant – she is trying to get out by Thursday which means we may actually get the keys late Thursday night.

My room is pretty much packed now – I really need to get stuff in the car before I can do much more. Will probably pack up the PC this evening so mail and blogs may be a little infrequent until the office is all set up. Reminds me that I must check and see where there is a phone plug. Poor Rae is plugging along getting her and Phee ready, the boxes in her lounge are amazing.

It’s all very exciting, Saturday seems a long time away.

Babies

Babies

Trish pointed me at the Coles Baby Club so I joined Helen up, she gets a great little package of sample stuff, hope she enjoys it.

Clients

Clients

Clients make me angry – invoice for $1500 is a month overdue and I get an email overnight asking for something to be done before 9.00 am this morning. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.

And On The Ball Rolls

And On The Ball Rolls

Cleared out a lot of clothes last night, an overstuffed garbage bag of late 90’s shirts was deposited at St Vinnies 7.15 this morning. There’s probably more I should throw, will double check as I finish the clothes in the ‘ironing pile’ this evening.

Tonight is the lease signing in Newport – makes it all very real when you squigle your signature on that line. I can’t wait. Hauling that bed and junk down stairs, that I can wait for.

It’s a bit of overload at the moment on the excitement front too. The new Star Wars filmn is 9 days away. All reports are glowing. Can’t get any better than this.