Steamboat at the Angs'

Where there's us, there's always too much food!
And that's the way we do it! ;P

This one is still belly small, belly small indeed.
Some people have all the luck!

Once, there were 2 couples;
Chris and Jon, Keryn and Joe...

...Blink! And there will be many more little fingers,
and many little toes!
More bubbas to join Faith in Bubbaland!

Then, there's the rest of us,
who eat cake because we want to,
without craving as excuse.

No one stops at just the mains,
even if the mains are 10 times round.
Even if you're half asleep from over-eating.

You can't tell from here,
but I'm the fatty in the family.
I blame T.

Snippets between my non-life at work

So the family came over and I lugged them over to Mornington Peninsula for 4 days of time away from routine. I was going to say it was time away from work, but I think work was still involved, albeit a different kind. Much fun, money and a couple of weeks later, half the family's flown home, and being off the grind seems like a growing distance speeding past the tracks of time.

Meanwhile, there is still unresolved work issues which need tackling. And if tackling brings certain images to mind, then stick with them -- you'd be right. I don't like doing this taking on business, even if I'm proud to find that I can, and am braver than I think.

Then there was the Timberlake concert last night. Yes, of the Justin variety. All I can say is that whatever that boy lacks in physical appeal, he makes up for with a lot more. He played guitar, and piano -- and really played, note -- and he danced. Just like in his videos. Like, just like. He put on some entertainment alright. The concept of the entire thing was pulled off pretty damn nicely. Details will have to wait 'til a dedicated rant, and ranting will be no problem.

In other news, I'm slightly over the whole unpacking thing. I reckon it will take me at least 2 months to properly unpack the lot, and that includes organizing things to perfection. Which will probably require buying more things in order to organize them better, and that's treading deep waters in more ways than one. The sad part is I'd actually revel in all this house-proud, home-making business, except that by the time I'm home from work each day, I'm beat and I want to do zip.

And finally, and excitingly, we're dog-sitting for 3 weeks! Cuspid's a smart little cookie, and very cute. She seems to have transitioned into adoptedhood pretty seamlessly while her mummy's overseas, and we're pretty easily swayed into bending the rules for this furry pawed one. She sleeps with T, if that says anything, who will get up between sleep to bring her for a nighttime trip to the backyard. Now that's saying something.

Play at work

Chelz and Chubby --
Clearly, I've indulged in winter

3 monkeys do the funny --
A little insanity keeps the weather sunny

3 stooges make it 3 times more merry!

We took 2 seconds out of work to play with timed, shameless self-shots. If insanity begets sanity, then the crazier the better.

Hoorah! past the bump in the road

Yesterday, I wanted to blog on Wanting Anonymity, because I would be free to rant about the outright injustice and lack of basic ethics to which I had the misfortune of being right in the center of. One part of me was spilling to tell all, for I had little doubt as to how blatantly wrong they were, outraged at how crafty they tried to get away with being, and spewing at their boldness of it all.

The other part of me -- that part which just wanted to get them for being so corrupt and irresponsible -- wanted anything but anonymity; I was ready to expose them for the convicts that they are.

Long story short, today I am blogging about Victory, for through much talk and advise, prayer and countless rehearsal, interrupted sleep and very painful stress gastric attacks, I stood up for myself. And I am very, very proud of me.

The battle has only begun; they might drag it out, or drop it, and I may be but one against a giant, but I am emboldened, at least for today, and nothing is going to stop me now that I have taken them on.

If nothing else, there are lessons to be learnt. Yes, this is a story with a moral at the end. I'm pleased as punch I found the courage to speak up when it matters, especially when it's hard. And I am grateful to be reminded of what it means to have true friends, and thankful I have them backing me up, and being my backbone unconditionally until I grew some spine of my own.

It is good to have others who are of like mind as you. In K's words, it is edifying.