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thewhitelily) wrote2010-04-02 12:21 am
thewhitelily) wrote2010-04-02 12:21 am
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I'm told that the accumulation of material possessions cannot make me happy.
Hmmm. Let's count.
Things currently making me outrageously, deliriously happy include:
• My awesome, awesome house. It's spacious, it's beautiful, and it's increased in value by about a third since we bought it. Three years later and I still walk in every day, look around and say: "Yeah. Win."
• My roomba vacuum robot, which putters around cleaning my awesome, awesome house while I'm at work or asleep or victoriously watching it and imagining building a robot army to TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!
• My new Toyota Prius (well, second hand, and five months old even to me, but from 2007 which is years newer than I've ever had) which is shiny and white and has brakes that work and which we actually put a steering wheel lock on rather than, as we did with its predecessor the '95 Festiva Trio, leaving it unlocked on the kerb with a sign saying "please take me".
• My Taekwondo trophy, with its shiny little gold-painted figure kicking arse on top.
• My manuscript of Futureproof, currently standing five scenes shy of complete second draft.
• My investment unit, which settled two weeks ago and, despite being highly negatively geared and currently scarily untenanted, I have great confidence was a fabulous deal chiefly thanks to my awesome negotiation skills and ability to be a super-bitch to a real estate agent.
• My new Westpac financial accounts, which through a combination of lesser fees, lower interest rate, and better rewards, will save me approximately $1,800 per year over the Commonwealth, as well as providing me with a significantly more convenient account structure.
And then there's...
Although I will admit that perhaps the happiness associated with that doesn't quite count as a material possession.
We made our official announcement this last weekend at the family/company late-Christmas/fifteen year anniversary party. We usually do a song every year, but this one had a bit of a twist at the end. :) Unless you're particularly enamoured of Hubby's and my singing, you can skip through the first three minutes and ten seconds of boring-to-outsiders company history and in-jokes, to where we're essentially moved a full tone sharper from stress. And my choral conductor claimed it was impossible to sing sharp. :P
Of particular interest are the reactions of Hubby's parents/Teh Bosses, for whom this is a much-anticipated and very long-awaited event. I only wish the cameras could have caught Hubby's parents reactions – I’ve never actually seen anyone’s jaws physically drop before – one of the other people there thought we might have actually induced his dad to a heart attack, which was not an outcome we’d planned for!
So, what else? Um... I'm currently at eight weeks - due on November 11th. So much for NaNoWriMo! Baby has been codenamed Agatha after Agatha Heterodyne: Girl Genius - no pressure, of course. :P She's already had her first Taekwondo grading last Saturday, although we weren't allowed to take part in the sparring, because it wouldn't be fair given our two-to-one advantage.
I've been feeling queasy, but not unmanageably so, which is awesome, because that makes me about the best morning sickness story I know. Hopefully it's for the right reasons. *is totally a freaking out first time mother already* Oddly enough, since for years I've tended to feel sick when I haven't eaten for too long, I've trained my body to eat whenever I start feeling sick, so I've been eating pretty much constantly for the past week or two. I think it's helping. Eating for two, yay!
In any case, I hope it continues to help, because tomorrow (well, this morning, it looks like, since I'm a slow typer of LJ posts) Hubby and I are off on another trip to the US, this time to California, Nevada, and Arizona. Mostly national parks so, if it turns out that the experience is only just beginning, at least I’ll have something to take my mind of it and, if necessary, can look at the pretty view as I vomit into a pretty bush. I’m sure Hubby will be glad of the opportunity to add a little authenticity to otherwise generic picture-postcard photographs. :)
Hmmm. Let's count.
Things currently making me outrageously, deliriously happy include:
• My awesome, awesome house. It's spacious, it's beautiful, and it's increased in value by about a third since we bought it. Three years later and I still walk in every day, look around and say: "Yeah. Win."
• My roomba vacuum robot, which putters around cleaning my awesome, awesome house while I'm at work or asleep or victoriously watching it and imagining building a robot army to TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!
• My new Toyota Prius (well, second hand, and five months old even to me, but from 2007 which is years newer than I've ever had) which is shiny and white and has brakes that work and which we actually put a steering wheel lock on rather than, as we did with its predecessor the '95 Festiva Trio, leaving it unlocked on the kerb with a sign saying "please take me".
• My Taekwondo trophy, with its shiny little gold-painted figure kicking arse on top.
• My manuscript of Futureproof, currently standing five scenes shy of complete second draft.
• My investment unit, which settled two weeks ago and, despite being highly negatively geared and currently scarily untenanted, I have great confidence was a fabulous deal chiefly thanks to my awesome negotiation skills and ability to be a super-bitch to a real estate agent.
• My new Westpac financial accounts, which through a combination of lesser fees, lower interest rate, and better rewards, will save me approximately $1,800 per year over the Commonwealth, as well as providing me with a significantly more convenient account structure.
And then there's...
Although I will admit that perhaps the happiness associated with that doesn't quite count as a material possession.
We made our official announcement this last weekend at the family/company late-Christmas/fifteen year anniversary party. We usually do a song every year, but this one had a bit of a twist at the end. :) Unless you're particularly enamoured of Hubby's and my singing, you can skip through the first three minutes and ten seconds of boring-to-outsiders company history and in-jokes, to where we're essentially moved a full tone sharper from stress. And my choral conductor claimed it was impossible to sing sharp. :P
Of particular interest are the reactions of Hubby's parents/Teh Bosses, for whom this is a much-anticipated and very long-awaited event. I only wish the cameras could have caught Hubby's parents reactions – I’ve never actually seen anyone’s jaws physically drop before – one of the other people there thought we might have actually induced his dad to a heart attack, which was not an outcome we’d planned for!
So, what else? Um... I'm currently at eight weeks - due on November 11th. So much for NaNoWriMo! Baby has been codenamed Agatha after Agatha Heterodyne: Girl Genius - no pressure, of course. :P She's already had her first Taekwondo grading last Saturday, although we weren't allowed to take part in the sparring, because it wouldn't be fair given our two-to-one advantage.
I've been feeling queasy, but not unmanageably so, which is awesome, because that makes me about the best morning sickness story I know. Hopefully it's for the right reasons. *is totally a freaking out first time mother already* Oddly enough, since for years I've tended to feel sick when I haven't eaten for too long, I've trained my body to eat whenever I start feeling sick, so I've been eating pretty much constantly for the past week or two. I think it's helping. Eating for two, yay!
In any case, I hope it continues to help, because tomorrow (well, this morning, it looks like, since I'm a slow typer of LJ posts) Hubby and I are off on another trip to the US, this time to California, Nevada, and Arizona. Mostly national parks so, if it turns out that the experience is only just beginning, at least I’ll have something to take my mind of it and, if necessary, can look at the pretty view as I vomit into a pretty bush. I’m sure Hubby will be glad of the opportunity to add a little authenticity to otherwise generic picture-postcard photographs. :)
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Why be suspicious? They're like a dog that doesn't need its crap picked up because it picks up your crap for you.
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(Anonymous) 2010-04-04 06:32 am (UTC)(link)You don't think that at some point they're going to tire of their life of servitude, band together and rise up to overthrow their oppressors? And that perhaps their hypnotic powers might not seem so benign then? Ah well, perhaps I just live in hope.
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