Catch Up

Alot of water has passed under the bridge over the last month or so. Things have been extremely hectic recently around Casa Mystones (this is the current term used to describe Paul and my shared status , a combination of both of our surnames - a term which has further connotations as you read on...)

As I have been out of touch for an extended period - and as is obvious, have not updated this blog either, I will attempt to provide a brief update on the happenings and whereabouts of me and mine over the last few weeks.




Paul's exhibition opened! After so many months of preparation and creation it finally happened and with a bang. From what I can gather, it was a success and he has received only positive feedback. He even sold a couple! (thanks Megsy for kicking that off) The work was beautifully framed and had a huge impact when presented en masse in the white room. I am so proud of Paul , and the opening was such a thrilling and fun night. He even made the paper. (although the NT News knows him as Paul Myapp...amateurs)

In additon to the excitement of the opening, good old Sydney Sam flew up to attend - and brought with him his gorgeous new girlfriend Evonne ( who, just quietly, I am now deeply in love with- so Sam and Paul had better play their cards right is all I can say) One of the highlights of their presence was the congratulatory bottle of Moet they gave to Paul. I have never tasted Moet before- the closest I have gotten to real champagne was a bottle of Veuve Cliquot one NY in Sydney. Holy frikkin moly that stuff rocks! It was like angels were tap dancing in feather shoes on my tongue. Now I believe the hype! But champagne aside - we had a lovely time with them. Unfortunately they could only come for the weekend so their stay was brief - however the time we had was well spent and we were so touched that they would make the effort to come all the way up here to be with us for Pauls big night.



The champagne hangover had only just started to fade when we slid straight in to my birthday! Last wednesday I hit almost a third of a century - 33. It was certainly an understated affair but I had a lovely day. I had the day off work and the only other non-worker I know at the moment Tash the Pregnant, came over. She was lovely company and made me feel very special. We ate, I drank and we watched trashy cable in air conditioned comfort. It was awesome and I learned alot more than I needed to know about raising 16 children in rural USA or how to prevent my 13 year old hoochie daughter from getting pregnant to her 21 year old boyfriend.

When the worker drones all knocked off they made their way to our backyard where we threw together a bit of an impromptu bbq (Aaron had his first bbq cooking experience - can you believe it , at 35 years of age!) It was delightful and inevitably culminated in a karaoke challenge.



Having had my birthday celebrations immediately after the hustle and bustle of the exhibition opening, my residual hangover was pretty forthcoming and needless to say I was feeling a little out of sorts. So I was hardly surprised to wake on Friday morning with a persistent crampy pain in my right side. I am often waking with persistent crampy pains and usually put it down to my bad posture at my desk at work, or my bad eating/drinking/smoking habits. This persistent crampy pain however was particularly persistent and by lunch time I was pretty much crippled by the pain and unable to walk , sit, lie , breathe or think without much moaning and face scrinching. Tash the work colleague took control of the situation and raced me off to a medical man who promptly diagnosed me as suffering from gallstones. Eeeww. So I am now drugged up to the eyeballs awaiting keyhole surgery to blast these babies to kingdom come. The pain comes and goes but on the whole I am just feeling pretty ordinary. Updates on stones status to come.