It’s all here. Adventures in extreme knitting, the house of poop, and suburban permaculture. You may also find rants about politics, ecology, humanitarianism, responsible living, toe floss, and other topics not covered here. Expect profanity and irreverence. You have been warned.
We recently went to the movies to see Sherlock Holmes (verdict – good explosions, but the action and most of the plot were completely incomprehensible), and were shocked at how much it cost for the two of us to see a standard (not gold class/3d/vmax) movie.
So I thought it might be worth spreading the word about this deal – $8.60 movie tickets you can pre-purchase. The cost is $7.50 today, plus $1.10 when you book.
Link here.
No fracture, just a sprain, so that is two counts of feeling extremely silly chalked up in one day.
Thanks for every lovely comment, I have had a few cold hours in the hospital waiting room to process, and this isn’t the worst thing that has ever happened to me – or anything near it. It just means that I will have to go to residential school this semester, and every semester until I do get in to a decent Sydney University.
I certainly don’t want to disrespect ACU, it’s just that I know a total of NOTHING about it, and I had my future fully mapped out at Macquarie. From the meagre research I have been able to do, if you want a psych degree that matters, you get one from Sydney, or New South, or Macquarie.
By all means, argue with me! I really don’t have any information except what I have been told by the lecturer I met on open day and a psych student that works at the gym.
But for now, I’ll buy my stats textbook for Armidale, and work on my attitude towards residential school. My parents have offered to come with me to help look after Squish while I am up there, which is an amazingly generous offer, or I may be healthy enough to be able to leave him for a few days by the time it rolls around. Either way, it isn’t the end of the world.
The feeling I am left with is frustration that everyone told me I would get in, and now I have no way of knowing why I didn’t. There is no special consideration for mature age students, and no appeals process. Just a flat NO.
And NO has never been a word I can accept lying down…
Just looked up the ATAR for the course I was offered, Vs. the course I had as my first preference.
MQ B. Psych (Hons) 94.5
ACU BA (Psych) 60.7
There is a massive difference there. Even the course I am currently doing is about 72.55. Need more information. But it doesn’t look like a great achievement to have been offered a place at ACU after my results from last year.
I’ve been waiting till the 18th to find out if I’ll be offered a place at Macquarie Uni. Today, I checked on the website to find out if I would be emailed or if I needed to log in to the website to find out.
BUT THE RESULTS AREN”T GOING TO BE POSTED TILL 9PM!
So the lunacy will continue for slightly longer…
Ill pick her up on a day or so. And the name may change, but its working for me today.
Were getting Squish a half bike, so we’ll be able to ride to preschool together at the end of the month. Squeee!
Updated- I bought Ermentrude from Cell Bikes in Stanmore. Link here.
Alex came up to Pearl Beach with Nanna and Gonad for our last weekend, and he and Inigo had their first sleepover together. They both slept pretty well, but Alex woke up just before the crack of sparrow fart, and then said, are you awake Inigo? just loud enough to make sure that he was. The conversation that followed was gorgeous (I listened from the other room).
Alex: We went to Fiji.
Inigo: We went to Fiji too. Fiji is my favourite place. Did you have a good time in Fiji?
Alex: I had the most awesomest time ever! I went to the kids club every day.
Inigo: I want to go back to Fiji, but my mama says its very expensive. Mama has to give all her money to the bank, and then we can go back.
Alex: Were going back too. My mum and dad have lots of money, but they have to serve it all up.
Inigo: Yep. So then well go back to Fiji.
Alex: Yep.
We’ve been up at Pearl Beach since Christmas day night, and I think the blog fell over at some point. Mark has kicked it in the guts a few times, and apparently now has a solution that means he will be able to fix it from work. So if you notice that it is down, send me or Mark a text message so we can get it going again. That will have to do until we find a more permanent solution.
Posting pictures to the blog is kicking my butt at the moment, so I have no pics to share, but I will try to upload one or two to keep thinks interesting.
Tomorrow is the Macquarie uni open day, so we are going to check it out just in case I get an offer on the 18th. And then back to the beach house until the 7th, Mark has to be back at work on the 9th. Then normal programming will resume as I build up to the first day of preschool.
I got a letter from UAC today – they needed me to provide a certified copy of my marriage certificate, and certified copies of both my ABA qualifications.
Much to my astonishment, I managed to find all the documents I needed (with a bit of help from mum), get copies, get the copies certified, and get them in the post – all in one day.
I also had another chat with a UAC phone jockey, who said that main round offers are not until the 18th of January. I have the option of paying about $120 and getting my application turned into an ATAR like number (so that I can have a rational assessment of my chances of getting in to the course I want at the uni I want). Or I can wait.
It’s going to be a long wait.
Had a rough day today, watching Rabbit Hole (the movie).
Anyone seen it?
Am I going to regret this?
Thanks to Richard and Miriam for looking after him so well, and to Oscar for being a good friend, and inviting him to play under the Christmas tree. 
Two boys under a Christmas tree. And Two parents having a great time at a Christmas Party And some pretty fireworks!
On Saturday night, Inigo had his first sleepover with a friend. He’s had sleepovers with grandparents, but this was a leap of faith. Thanks to Richard and Miriam for looking after him so well, and to Oscar for being a good friend, and inviting him to play under the Christmas tree.
Two boys under a Christmas tree.
And Two parents having a great time at a Christmas Party
And some pretty fireworks!
The blog keeps falling over, and unfortunately Mark can’t get to it to fix it through the firewall at his work, so it was down for rather a long time from Friday till late last night. I suppose that is an indication that life goes on even without the blog – but apologies anyway.
Yesterday Mark and I took Inigo to the movies for the first time. The candidates were “Puss in Boots”, which would have been our preference, and “Arthur Christmas”, which our darling boy had a strong preference for. At least it was an Aardman film, so it wasn’t a crass American extravaganza (no offence to the Septics, but the English do tend to have a touch more restraint).
He sat still through almost all of it, but sat on my lap eating popcorn for the last 20m or so, which I rather enjoyed. Apart from the whole adventure being way too expensive (around $70 including popcorn, water, and parking), it was gorgeous to see his excited little face, thrilled by the whole experience.
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