The countdown begins

Eek! Exactly one week till Stars on Ice!! I can't wait I can't wait I can't wait!

I am such I geek, I know, but I love this show. And let me clear something up right now, there are no skaters in giant plush costumes. I won't bore you all with the details of who's skating (kurt browning- yay!) and who isn't (steven cousins- sniff) but I will tell you that once again I have awesome seats inches from the ice (thanks Daddy, I love oodles and heaps).

I've been pretty preoccupied with work lately, not exactly living out the most fulfilling social life. I've applied for another job within the department, but I'm not hopeful at all. Oh well, at least I'm letting them know I'm interested in staying. I've been working very hard to show what a keener I am. So yeah, personal life has fallen by the wayside, but there was nothing really interesting happening in that area anyway.

On a completely unrelated note, I read about the bombing in Dahab, Egypt. I was there just over 2 years ago. I remember the place very clearly, it was so lovely and relaxing. I walked along that beachside promenade several times. One of the restaurants I ate in is now gone - blown to smithereens. Hmm. I don't know what to say about it, but it makes me feel very strange.

it figures

I chose the colour that best represents my complexion - or at least the contents of my kleenex. Eww.....

Yep, I was all excited about the long weekend: the first long weekend that I really get to enjoy. I've never had a job where these sorts of holidays effect me, so the idea of a 4 day weekend had me overjoyed, especially since the weather's been so nice.

So of course I'm sick. Had almost no sleep the other night, I was freezing cold one minute, then soaking the sheets with sweat the next. Not to mention the heap of snotty kleenex beside the bed. Very attractive, I know. The next day wasn't much better. My whole body was aching, every movement I made, no matter how gently I stepped or how slowly I turned, was like my brain being smashed around inside my skull. And here's something very strange, one of the most tender parts of my body, were my heels. They were so sore and bruised feeling I could barely touch them. How odd is that?

Today I'm a bit better, my head is down to a dull ache and my eyes don't feel nearly as swollen. I'm still really stuffed up, but only on one side.

What a lovely read. I figured lots of other people would write about chocolate and bunnies, leaving the market on germs and snot wide open for me. Enjoy your Easter dinners, I gotta go blow my nose.

cheers

Had Passover dinner at my mom's house the other night and she sent me home with a nice little doggie bag of leftovers. This was the best one:

 

Haha! Takeaway wine in tupperware, how classy am I!

sensorship!

Today I did something I've never done before. I deleted a blog. Not by choice, I was forced to. Apparently I was breaching confidentiality by revealing work related stuff and could get in big trouble. Boo! I don't know if there's any way I can repost it, even if I don't mention names. I hate sensorship!! F....iddlesticks!

Sometimes the world is a lovely place

I went to an "interfaith passover seder" at a synagogue tonight. Passover is the Jewish holiday that celebrates the liberation of the Hebrews from Egyptian slavery. You know the story, Moses parting the Red Sea etc etc. The seder is a big dinner and ceremony that takes place the first 2 nights. Well, this was just a demonstration (Passover doesn't start til the 12th) and I went with my step-sister and my boss.

It was a really nice evening. So many people from all sorts of backgrounds were there. Jews, Christians, Muslims, Aboriginal, Asian, Indian... what a wonderful mosaic of people and cultures. I don't want to get overly cheesy, but there was a very sweet feeling of unity amongst everyone. Our differences were not dividing us. Rather, we were brought together in a desire to share and learn from one another. Everyone there understood that we are all equally important pieces in a much bigger puzzle.  Humanity transcends faith, race, and culture.

Passover isn't just about the emancipation of the Egyptian jews all those years ago. It's about freedom. Freedom from slavery, freedom from oppression, freedom to be yourself and be accepted. And it's about freedom for all. It was a happy evening, with songs, stories, jokes, food, and a comforting sense of kinship that reached beyond those present in the synagogue to all of mankind. For a few hours, we felt connected to each other  in a beautiful world not always consumed with ignorance and hate.