On The Other Day…

Poor Rory. I reckon having your birthday at the start of January is almost as bad as having your birthday on Christmas Day, at least when your mum’s as useless as me. His birthday sneaks up on me every new year! It doesn’t help that we’re usually travelling, or recuperating from travelling, and my brain is still AWOL.

As I did for Finn’s birthday, I wanted to “Assistant’s Cardigan” the 8th of January for Roars, ON the 8th of January but … d’oh. What day is it?

The journal continues…

Mon 8th Jan 1989 (aged 13) (Driving 900km from Perth home to Carnarvon)

Dear Diary, Today we left at 7.00am yuk and drove 4 a long time til Northampton & had lunch. The “café” we went to stank & since I had a sick stomach already I almost chundered (again). The rest of the drive woz v. boring & we arrived at about 5pm after getting Big Rooster for tea. Went up 2 Sonia’s & she was home!! YAY! Went to the cubby that we built but it’s all fallen in. Suck. PS. Tonight we camped out in our homemade tarp tent. It was really humid & water ran all down inside the roof.

Wednesday 8th Jan 1992 (aged 16, home for the holidays)

“Helped” Mum today… accidentally left the tap going in the washing machine &  flooded out the laundry (oops!) And then I hit my knee on the washing machine, nearly breaking my legs on the wet floor. Haha loser. Tonite: movie nite with Coralie! Misery. We cacked ourselves when Kathy Bates broke his legs with a big heavy mallet! Went to bed at 2am, went to sleep at 4. Meanwhile we scoffed a packet of twisties, popcorn, coke & BBQ biscuits, as well as cappuccino icecream. ON TOP OF Mexican pork chops for tea. Yum. Hate love boarding school holidays!!

8-1-94 (aged 18, en route from Ballarat, Victoria to Carnarvon, W.A.)

Dad did most of the driving - he was a machine. Over the years I think we drove the round trip of
Image from Tourism Australia. Dad did most of the driving – he was a machine! Over the years we did the C’von/B’rat round trip (4,136.8km) four times. Plus another one or two that I was too young to remember.

Well, we are over halfway there in only 28 hours; we’ve finally stopped for the night in Merredin at a rather nice motel. It has a pool! First swim after 3 weeks in the rainy Victorian cold. Couldn’t believe how much it pissed down!

January 1996 (Age 20, exchange student in Kobe, Japan)

Immersed in Japanese culture today – watching “Atomu” (Astro Boy) in the original Japanese. Seen it so many times and still haven’t a clue what’s going on. “Monkey” is on Wednesdays – I try to follow it but they talk too fast!! Justine’s spewing cos the whole time she was here it was never on. It makes me feel so at home!!

OOOOIIIII-! You there! I'm on the telly!!
OI YOU!!! I’m on the telly!!

Before I’m called to gohan I’ll quickly tell you about my host family. There’s Okasan, of course, who’s the sweetest old bat there is. She’s a great cook, and so far she’s let me do whatever I want. Second week I  did an all nighter in Osaka with the other ryuugakusei and she was cool with it, long as I crashed at someone’s. (Beth & I crashed at Bob’s (monk) host dad’s temple in Rokko). I always like having a cup of tea & a chat with her. Her husband seems ok but we haven’t really talked. He walks in from the genkan at 7pm, drops his pants (I nearly had a stroke the first time but he wears long woolly underwear) and goes to the kotatsu in front of the TV. Okasan puts his tea in front of him, Hiromi gets him a beer and he watches TV and slurps and smokes all night. The older brother is a nice guy – he’s always trying English, like “weight” and “I’m home” and “fuck you, dickhead” (nb he didn’t say that to me, he watches a lot of American movies). Last night he wanted to know how to say “swarms of cockroaches”. (What!?)

Me and Uemura san. ...OMG I have only just realised how similar "Uemura" is to "O'Meara"!
Me and Uemura san. L-R Onesan’s hubby, Onesan, Okasan, Hiromi, Takuya chan, Hiromi’s then BF now hubby, photobombing Tigger, and moi.
…OMG Have only just realised how similar “Uemura” is to “O’Meara”!

And last but not least is Hiromi, my younger big sister, my onechan and partial roommate. We both hate getting up in the morning, love movies and chocolate and have a pretty weird sense of humour. She taught me the best swear words (Onisan can’t take all the credit), like “mukatsuku!” (knew it already – “FUCK!”), “shimatta!” and “chikushou!” She works at the family business along with Otosan, Onisan and oldest sister (married, lives away from home a whole block away!) who has the cutest kid, Takuya. He was scared of the koala handpuppet I gave him and kept chucking it down the stairs. They’re the perfect family for me, and it’s really neat having an older brother and sisters!

January 8, 1998 (Age 22, Ballarat, Victoria)

Helping out in the shop – mostly humouring the annoying arsewipes who come in and waste Mum & Dad’s time saying things like;

“Do you make cakes?” (Do you mean ‘cakes’ like what’s written on the big fucking sign out the front and the examples that are displayed in the window?)

“I want a birthday cake right now. Can I have that one in the window?” (It’s 40C+ outside, the sun’s shining on it, and the ‘cake’ part is Styrofoam. Still want it?)

“I don’t know what kind of cake I want or how big it’ll be, but can you give me a rough estimate how much it’ll cost?” (No.)

“Oh, can I spend half an hour asking questions and getting advice on decorating a cake I’m being paid to do, then leave without buying a single thing?” (Sure! …arsehole.)

Ta daaaah! A cake shop that sells cakes!
Justine out the front of Mum and Dad’s well-signed bait and tackle shop.

Monday 8.1.2001 (aged 25, Perth, Western Australia)

Have noticed a karate dojo across road from bus stop – “Zenshin”. And underneath it “te” & “geri”… the karate styles you learn there? “Te” meaning hand and “geri” meaning diarrhoea? It must be an offshoot of karate where you bow AWAY from your opponent.

Sat 8 Jan 2005 (aged 29, my first QLD summer working on South Stradbroke Island)

Gross!! So hot and humid! Working at Straddie is particularly heinous because it’s a swamp. Technically, a swamp with a thin layer of sand on top. Of course, you do get the occasional cool sprinkle from above… then you realise there’s not a single cloud up there. It’s actually cicada piss. Who knew insects could piss? Especially that they could piss that much? If a whole bunch of them are in a tree together and decide to go potty while you’re cycling underneath, it’s like getting a golden shower from a small pony with a prostate problem. I don’t wear my hat to keep the sun off, it’s to shield my eyes from flying urine!! It’s amazing how many people enjoy that fresh little spritz – until they realise what it is.

"Is this the toilet?" Image from Sparkling Adventures.com
“Is this the toilet?”
Image from Sparkling Adventures.com

Thursday 5 Jan 2006 (aged 30, house sharing on the Gold Coast)

After Shan saw I was awake he came in & asked if “Kuntlash*” woke me up at oh dark hundred this morning… apparently he really pissed Shan off, wolf whistling for 20 minutes straight which is his way of saying “I’m bored/Where is everyone/ I’m a grumpy little turd today.” He’s so highly strung! Once he was sitting on Shan’s knee when Shan farted and scared him so bad he took off and flew into a window. HAHAAAAAA!!! …sorry Kushlash.

GET THE FUCK OUT OF BED!!!
“GET THE FUCK OUT OF BED!!!” (Image by Noel Photography.)

Mon 8 January 2007 (aged 31, Brisbane)

Clothes shopping today: GROAN. Got 2 coloured singlets, 2 long sleeved tops and two shorts, same styles but different colours… the possible permutations are mind boggling! White+pink+khaki, white+pink+blue grey, white+ blue+khaki, brown+pink+??? … 8 amazing new looks! Plus white+blue grey, blue+khaki… ! (Not to mention inside out forwards, inside out backwards…!) My fashion sense is really coming along. Not. Off to Moonlight Cinema at New Farm Park to see Little Miss Sunshine tonight – J, Din, Shan & Me. Shan & Din’s first meeting and they bonded – over the shared experience of the cute lil staffy behind us and her nonstop queefing through the entire movie.

Thursday 8 January 2009 (I’m 33, Finn is 2 ½ months)

Finn’s started to make word sounds… by accident? – I swear he called out “hello” in the middle of his 2am feed last night! And the other day his cry sounded like aaawaaahhmmummyyy! I came running!

Am I talking? Or just messing with you?
Am I talking? Or messing with you?

Fri 8 Jan 2010 (I’m 34, Finn is 15 months)

Finn’s Word of the Day: “BOO!” = It means ‘boo’. Or ‘spoon’. Or ‘broom’.

Pretty boring around here, but rather glad we’re not in Europe or N. America right now. The longest cold snap in 30 years; Arctic temperatures, snow piling everywhere, power cuts, no water or heating, avalanches… scary as! They’re running out of salt and sand for the roads (how can you run out of SAND?!) and the entire Baltic Sea has frozen over. Hitting the U.S. too – they’re even getting snow in northern Florida. FLORIDA!

Finn 15 months
J, experiencing his own water shortage.

Sat 8 Jan 2011 (I’m 35, Finn is 2 and a bit, and Roars is brand new!)

RORY’S ARRIVED!!

So happy he’s finally here. He was in a hurry – first cramps at 1.45am, strong contractions less than 3 minutes apart by 2am, 8cm dilated by 3.30am, and by 5.34am he was out! Flew out with one arm in front like Superman. OW. Waters didn’t break til just beforehand, luckily Jo the midwife has fast reflexes and got out the way. Justine did well to stick around, what with all the resulting slip’n’slide & me mooing and yelling (again!) but she did great. And no intervention this time, aside from Dr. Cheese’s seemingly enormous hands (bastard!)

Welcome to the world, Rory. I got quite emotional when Finn came in… their first meeting went well; Finn said “hello Rory” and said he was “a little bit cute”. Especially when he makes funny little noises, including one that I can only describe as ‘boingoingoing’.

Rory darling

Another day that is no longer ‘just another day’, and our little family is complete. Happy (belated) birthday, Roars!

– Mummy

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4 Comments Add yours

  1. Laura Neacsu says:

    Oh for the longest time I wished I kept a diary when I was little. And one that said more than just “dear Diary, I met a boy” and “I think so and so likes me”… Mom got rid of that before I could have a say in it lol

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    1. Michelle says:

      Laura, you rule. As to your diary, why did your mum censor you? Did you put state secrets in there or something? I was always careful to keep mine away from mum as I (eventually) worked up the nerve to swear in there, and I did it with a gratuitousness and abandon that I couldn’t get away with in public. They’re fantastic for venting – why not start now? It’s never too late.

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