| I love other people's birthdays. I love buying presents and planning their surprise. I love to see people's faces when they open gifts. Like a lot of people though, I hate my own birthday. This morning the crew woke me up with a cooked breakfast - YAY! I also had a beautiful big bunch of flowers, a balloon and some beautifully wrapped gifts. Moons took pleasure it shouting repeatedly 'its your birthday Mummy' and Pip just chewed on her toast wondering what all the fuss was about. Its morning like that which make me love my little family and love my life. Such cute faces watching me, I feel blessed. I'd been on to Steve about these jewellery holders I kept seeing in other people's houses. They sound weird, but they're basically a woman's body - usually dressed as a French tart and for the head and arms are hooks and things to hang jewellery. My stuff is usually tangled up in a cheap box, losing bits ,breaking bits, etc. These things look so unusual and so elegant. Steve bought me the most the beautiful one I had seen, wearing a long black evening gown with a feather boa. The details are very pretty and its just great to have somewhere to put the remainder of my pieces. He also ordered me a game which I'm too embarressed to write here, which will arrive soon. I was so chuffed with my bits. The cards - which to me are one of the most important aspects - were just beautiful and of course, made me all blurry eyed. Its the morning part that I shall cherish. The rest of the day is slowly declining! Moons, Pip and Steve are all rather poorly today with bad tummies and raised temperatures. We received our much anticipated credit card in the post yesterday - but have found out today that the company (English) have been bought out and thus all the credit cards have been cancelled. Futhermore, all of the transfers we set up have not been carried out, there we are again - short of money. Its there, right there in front of us - but we can't get to it. HSBC said they sent out cards out a week ago so hopefully they'll arrive in a couple of days now. Unfortunately these sort of hiccups are ongoing when you try to bank in a different country that you live. Its stressful and irritating. I was disappointed not to have heard from my folks or my sister today. Or even my best bud over in the UK. I know as you get older its less important, but when I forgot my Dad's birthday once - blimey ,it was the greatest cardinal sin ever. So I guess this time for me is payback. I think I've been reeling from the disappointment with this Queenstown thing. I've told Steve that unless they're going to provide the salary that they initially said, we won't move. I have to be firm about this more so than ever with a baby on the way, and it looks like, as with everyone else in this industry they all out for themselves. They talk big money, but no one actually wants to part with any of it. Right now Steve's stuck in this idea of a merge between the two companies and it bloody infuriates me. I hate this industry. Full of hot air, expensive suits and no bollocks. American Pyscho summed it up perfectly. Well, apart from the cold blooded murder! - I hope! I love Steve's ambition and I am sure he is destined for great success but we're both so guilty of not setting realistic goals. We've been so lucky but one day our luck will run out. And I think really there's a time when everyone has to grow up and realise that isn't a gold pot at the end of the rainbow. God, I am so miserable!! Its my birthday and here I am mulling over the depressing aspects of life!! Happy birthday to me! |