mja blog

Author: Melissa

  • Rescue and soreness

    Since breaking his ankle hubby has been spending more time on the computer at home and has been hunting bargains on Ebay. One of his purchases was a large C Band mesh satellite dish, which he arranged to pick up from the Gold Coast with help from our friend Paul, who owns a ute.

    A few hours after dropping hubby off at Paul’s place I’ve done the grocery shopping and I’m well into the housework when I get the call – we’ve broken down, can you come pick us up! No, I didn’t have to go all the way down the coast, the boys had organised a towie to bring the car back to Ipswich. I just had to pick them up from there and bring them back to our place so Paul could borrow hubby’s truck. Apparently they’d got pretty close to their destination before the ute packed it in, a problem with the radiator. They’re going to try again next weekend.

    Sore legs! my right knee has been playing up these last couple of weeks – the same leg I’d turned my ankle and had the slight muscle tear last year. Walking pound puppies over the rough terrain surrounding the council grounds is pretty rough on the body! As well as the sore knee my left thigh was aching from the bruise I’d inflicted at work, ran into the corner of a desk, ouch! I don’t normally walk the dogs on Sundays, but was filling in for Fiona who’d been in hospital recently with a perforated bowel.

    We have so many dogs in at the moment, since expanding from six pens to twelve we have been doubling up on occasion and taking in more dogs than I think we’ve ever had. We seem to be getting a run of black kelpies at the moment.

  • Another one down – accrual accounting

    Just uploaded my completed assignment. Fifth unit completed, nine to go.

  • Hole in the wall

    Our big Shepherd Boss doesn’t handle stairs well. He’s ok on the up bit, but coming down is always difficult. Hubby normally has to half carry him. Not that we’ve ever encouraged our dogs to come upstairs, but Boss is a bit of a sook who sometimes can’t wait for hubby to come down.

    Yesterday morning I was getting breakfast ready for both dogs. They both get kind of anxious about it if I don’t hurry up. Just as I was about to carry their food out Bossy heard hubby getting out of bed and shot up the stairs. I thought it might be an opportunity to feed them separately, since Ebby is such a guts we normally have to stand guard to stop her from stealing Boss’ food.

    Big mistake. Boss heard me and Ebby at the back door and didn’t want to miss out, he started coming down the stairs. Hubby was worried the dog would injure himself and grabbed hold – and was pulled down. Not good on a broken ankle, and for his trouble he was slammed straight into the wall at the bottom. There is now a nasty big hole in the plasterboard.

  • Dinner with the girls

    Last night went to a farewell dinner for Janelle. It was Pot Luck takeaway, we all picked up some food on our way to Janelle’s house after work.

    During the evening Jane was telling us about her daughter Sarah, a fashion model, appearing in the haute couture magazine “Rush”. Later in the evening her other daughter sent a text with the news that Grandma had got the names mixed up and proudly purchased a copy of “Ralph” – quite a different type of magazine!

    It was a really pleasant evening, we had some laughs and was good to spend some social time with colleagues.

  • Next units

    About to start my next unit of study – establish and maintain an accrual accounting system. This is what we use at work, so hopefully there wont be anything unfamiliar there.

    I have received my next couple of units as well – establish and maintain a payroll system, and maintain asset and inventory records. This last subject is very timely, because with the end of financial year looming I have to check that our asset register is up to date.

  • Stupid things I have said #647

    This morning I’d planned to take Celia to visit some puppy dogs and when I rang her she was upset over the unexpected death of an old friend overnight. Thankfully my brain engaged and I didn’t say anything thoughtless or stupid.

    Not so the other day at work. A man came to the counter to make a donation, his wife had died at the hospice a couple of days earlier. While she was alive he had been making regular donations towards her care, and when I was filling out the paperwork he anticipated some of the info I had to record. I commented “oh good, you know the drill.. should give you a job here..” instantly I knew it was such a dumb thing to say. He replied “I don’t think so thanks”. That poor man!