Gosh after watching Idol tonight I'm bloomin singing everything!
Today was a bit of a let down, my morning party cancelled, which meant I spent the 3 hours I would have been travelling, setting up, doing the party, and driving home lying in bed instead, catching up on some Jane Austin.
Feeling a little down about my chances of hitting my personal target for the week (I had only reached 40% of it by this stage) I headed out to the party this afternoon, thankfully a 5 minute drive away (remind me to add that to the list of Things I'll Miss...) to be STUNNED at the success of the party. In one afternoon (one party and a few outside orders) I have now hit 92% of my target for the week. I'm stunned! And proud of course *grin*.
With one party to go, and a few more orders to come in, I'm quietly confident of reaching my target. My manager is so confident she's lifted my personal goal (all unofficial like) by $1100. Normally that would be two parties for me. She wants me to do it in one. Well, I'll see what happens tomorrow. But I'm so close I can taste my personal goal (basically if I reach it I "win" from Tupperware a set of 4 lunchboxes, a gold rimmed platter, a set of 4 crystal red wine glasses and a 4 place gold rimmed dinner set) I can taste it. And I'm imagining eating Christmas dinner off my new dinner set. And drinking from our new wine glasses.
And on that note I'm going to go and get some sleep, since I'm supposedly leaving the house at 7:30 in the morning. That's like, eight and a half hours from now. Eeek!
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My dream about Prince William
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Just for Kelley ;-)
Don't you just love pregnancy dreams? So vivid and memorable. Classic.
On Friday night I had possibly the most bizzare dream ever about poor Prince William. See, the Queen died, but before she did she left him a letter. She asked him to allow her mother to take the throne, because she didn't want him to be burdened with it before he'd found a wife. Not because she's old fashioned or anything like that, but because she wanted to make it as easy as possible to find someone.
Of course, lets assume for a momen the Queen Mother didn't pass away 5 years ago and get to the important part of the dream. See, for some reason the Queen died at my house. And while I was mentally cursing my grandmother for not ensuring I had a set of china fit for the Queen, it stood to reason (at least my pregnancy induced dream anyway) that Will would come here to make all the arrangements. Don't ask where Charles was in all this, I assume since he would live as long as his Mummy, Mummy didn't want him to mess up Will's life by being King for another 40 odd years.
And so, of course, it fell to me to comfort the grieving Prince. And, of course, he fell in love with me, and wanted to whisk me away to England and marry me. Naturally, being Prince he was able to deal with those pesky little details like my husband and kids, oh and the fact I'm 5 months pregnant.
Unfortunately at that point the phone across the road started ringing, and roused me from this most awesome dream.
It was odd in a few ways. Firstly I often have a similar dream, but it generally involves Robbie Williams. I'm not sure what the change in star tells me about my state of mind, but I'm not going to think too deeply about it. Just revel in the feeling of having Prince William in love with me for a few more days.
Before I crash back into reality.
Don't you just love pregnancy dreams? So vivid and memorable. Classic.
On Friday night I had possibly the most bizzare dream ever about poor Prince William. See, the Queen died, but before she did she left him a letter. She asked him to allow her mother to take the throne, because she didn't want him to be burdened with it before he'd found a wife. Not because she's old fashioned or anything like that, but because she wanted to make it as easy as possible to find someone.
Of course, lets assume for a momen the Queen Mother didn't pass away 5 years ago and get to the important part of the dream. See, for some reason the Queen died at my house. And while I was mentally cursing my grandmother for not ensuring I had a set of china fit for the Queen, it stood to reason (at least my pregnancy induced dream anyway) that Will would come here to make all the arrangements. Don't ask where Charles was in all this, I assume since he would live as long as his Mummy, Mummy didn't want him to mess up Will's life by being King for another 40 odd years.
And so, of course, it fell to me to comfort the grieving Prince. And, of course, he fell in love with me, and wanted to whisk me away to England and marry me. Naturally, being Prince he was able to deal with those pesky little details like my husband and kids, oh and the fact I'm 5 months pregnant.
Unfortunately at that point the phone across the road started ringing, and roused me from this most awesome dream.
It was odd in a few ways. Firstly I often have a similar dream, but it generally involves Robbie Williams. I'm not sure what the change in star tells me about my state of mind, but I'm not going to think too deeply about it. Just revel in the feeling of having Prince William in love with me for a few more days.
Before I crash back into reality.
Great Service
Thursday, September 6, 2007
A while ago, Snos at Life in the Country challenged us to compliment good service we'd recieved. It's taken me a while, and even longer since I recieved great service, but I feel strongly in this case, and in many ways these people made our holiday much more plesant.
Imagine if you will, an exhausted couple, fresh off the plane from Australia, struggling with 4 suitcases, 4 backpacks, a laptop bag, a stroller, a 3 year old and a 2 year old through Reading train station. Running to catch a train. The last train for 3 hours that could take us where we wanted to go. Have you ever spent 3 hours at a train station with a 3 year old and 2 year old? Me either. And I don't want to.
We made the train. Except we ended up in the first class carriage. The train-manager (lovely lady) waited until the train was under way, enlisted the help of 3 (that's three) other staff members to carry our luggage until she found 4 seats together, unbooked for the rest of the journey. She stowed all our luggage, checked our tickets and where we were going, and left us to it.
A quick walk identified a shop on board, which not only sold food, but had FREE toy packages for the kids. They included: a train passport for you to fill in on each journey, a book (about 40 pages), a colouring book, crayons, a Fifi DVD (about 10 minutes) and some playing cards.
As we neared the station at which we were told initially to change trains at, the train manager came back to us and told us she was getting off at the next stop. She then suggested we go on to the next station and change trains there, as there were only 4 platforms, as opposed to 20 odd. We thought that sounded good to us.
As we pulled out of the big station, the new train manager came and introduced himself, and got our luggage together in plenty of time for us to get off easily. He even helped. Once off the train we began struggling towards the lifts when angels came in the form of two staff, who delt with luggage while we child wrangled to the other platform, just in time to make the train, which was a different company (they do things funny in the UK) and the service was much less noteworthy. We got off at our station without so much as uttering a word to anyone.
We had a similar experience on our return journey, which was completed in two parts. Except this time, not only did we have assistance on the platform, we had staff radioing ahead to our destinaton station and people MET US off the train and carried our luggage to a cab.
I have never, EVER experienced such service. In case you haven't guessed yet the company was Virgin, and while I do have friends who work for Virgin in this country, I have never been so impressed with ANY staff in my life. Any staff member I delt with from Virgin Trains is a true credit to themselves and their company.
A copy of this post has been forwarded to Virgin Trains, along with the dates and times of our journeys.
Imagine if you will, an exhausted couple, fresh off the plane from Australia, struggling with 4 suitcases, 4 backpacks, a laptop bag, a stroller, a 3 year old and a 2 year old through Reading train station. Running to catch a train. The last train for 3 hours that could take us where we wanted to go. Have you ever spent 3 hours at a train station with a 3 year old and 2 year old? Me either. And I don't want to.
We made the train. Except we ended up in the first class carriage. The train-manager (lovely lady) waited until the train was under way, enlisted the help of 3 (that's three) other staff members to carry our luggage until she found 4 seats together, unbooked for the rest of the journey. She stowed all our luggage, checked our tickets and where we were going, and left us to it.
A quick walk identified a shop on board, which not only sold food, but had FREE toy packages for the kids. They included: a train passport for you to fill in on each journey, a book (about 40 pages), a colouring book, crayons, a Fifi DVD (about 10 minutes) and some playing cards.
As we neared the station at which we were told initially to change trains at, the train manager came back to us and told us she was getting off at the next stop. She then suggested we go on to the next station and change trains there, as there were only 4 platforms, as opposed to 20 odd. We thought that sounded good to us.
As we pulled out of the big station, the new train manager came and introduced himself, and got our luggage together in plenty of time for us to get off easily. He even helped. Once off the train we began struggling towards the lifts when angels came in the form of two staff, who delt with luggage while we child wrangled to the other platform, just in time to make the train, which was a different company (they do things funny in the UK) and the service was much less noteworthy. We got off at our station without so much as uttering a word to anyone.
We had a similar experience on our return journey, which was completed in two parts. Except this time, not only did we have assistance on the platform, we had staff radioing ahead to our destinaton station and people MET US off the train and carried our luggage to a cab.
I have never, EVER experienced such service. In case you haven't guessed yet the company was Virgin, and while I do have friends who work for Virgin in this country, I have never been so impressed with ANY staff in my life. Any staff member I delt with from Virgin Trains is a true credit to themselves and their company.
A copy of this post has been forwarded to Virgin Trains, along with the dates and times of our journeys.
Reading Jane
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Inspired earlier this year by the movie "Becoming Jane", I returned to some of the classics. Pride and Prejudice, Persuasion, Sense and Sensibility and Mansfield Park. I haven't yet been able to track down a copy of Emma or Northanger Abbey.
While I have obviously seen recent BBC adaptations of Pride & Prejudice and the movie's Sense and Sensibility and Emma, I had never heard of Persuasion or Mansfield Park. Re-reading some I had read, and some for the first time, I definitely felt my alliances toward various stories changing. While previously being a fan of Sense and Sensibility over all else, Persuasion and Mansfield Park are definitely two of her more underrated novels. I look forward to seeing the latest adaptation of Mansfield Park, filmed last summer in the UK at Newby Hall, where we spent a day on our holiday in May this year.
What inspired this post was that last night, as I'm sick, I curled up in bed with the laptop and watched Sense and Sensibility (Emma Thompson, Kate Winslett, Hugh Grant, Alan Rickman etc). While I still love the movie, it really has nothing on the book, and neither, do I think, do any other adaptations. I know the book is always better than the movie, but in this case I feel cheated. I don't know that I'd ever read Sense and Sensibility until earlier this year, and was quite amazed at how different the book was and read to the movie.
In my quest to read classics, I also re-read Jane Eyre for the first time in over 10 years, and while I think I definitely appreciate it more now I'm old(er!), I still feel it's entirely overrated when held up in comparison with Austin's work.
While I have obviously seen recent BBC adaptations of Pride & Prejudice and the movie's Sense and Sensibility and Emma, I had never heard of Persuasion or Mansfield Park. Re-reading some I had read, and some for the first time, I definitely felt my alliances toward various stories changing. While previously being a fan of Sense and Sensibility over all else, Persuasion and Mansfield Park are definitely two of her more underrated novels. I look forward to seeing the latest adaptation of Mansfield Park, filmed last summer in the UK at Newby Hall, where we spent a day on our holiday in May this year.
What inspired this post was that last night, as I'm sick, I curled up in bed with the laptop and watched Sense and Sensibility (Emma Thompson, Kate Winslett, Hugh Grant, Alan Rickman etc). While I still love the movie, it really has nothing on the book, and neither, do I think, do any other adaptations. I know the book is always better than the movie, but in this case I feel cheated. I don't know that I'd ever read Sense and Sensibility until earlier this year, and was quite amazed at how different the book was and read to the movie.
In my quest to read classics, I also re-read Jane Eyre for the first time in over 10 years, and while I think I definitely appreciate it more now I'm old(er!), I still feel it's entirely overrated when held up in comparison with Austin's work.
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