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Wednesday, January 20, 2010

oh, the glass IS half-full

So, I generally consider myself a "glass is half-empty" kind of guy. I can find the negative in absolutely every single thing there is just by having one very insignificant detail of the overall thing that could ruin it all. I tell you this, to address my last blog post. You see, something that I am really trying hard to work on is becoming a "glass is half-full" kind of guy again, but having all this time to be by myself and think does not help with this newly added new year's resolution.

This morning, still in a bad mood (whether it was because of last night or because I didn't have my usual morning cup of coffee I am not sure), I started to think about everything that I did yesterday and what I love most about being here. That along with, first some heavy metal, followed by James Taylor (who always seems to put things in perspective for me), I was able to be released from my bad mood. I find it really funny that one very small, very insignificant thing can eclipse an otherwise perfect day that ended with a few glasses of wine, watching the beautiful sunset while swimming in the dam. Life's good and that's all there is to it.

And if you are nosy like my mom and are still wondering why I was in a bad mood yesterday, well it's none of your damn business and i've forgotten all about yesterday...which coincidentally is today for everyone back in the US so it gets a little confusing.

Moving on to more light-hearted subjects. Stephen apparently has the magic touch when it comes to anything Australian. I couldn't get one of the cars to start the other day and He just hopped right in and turned it on. He also got the chainsaw to work as well and at least a few more things as well. I'm going to file "Stephen's Magic Touch" under "Things that Annoy Me."

When I was out cutting trees, I realized something and couldn't help but laugh out loud to myself. I had the beard, I had the chainsaw, I had the trees. I was just one flannel shirt away from being a Lumberjack....haha.

Speaking of Lumberjacking...Paul needs my help cutting down some trees next week (it's his job if you didn't know) and he has offered to pay me. I am excited because this is my first paying job in Australia. Stephen wants a cut of the money, but I don't think that is going to happen.

I've been working really hard lately and that is part of the reason why I was in a bad mood yesterday. Sometimes I feel like I'm in the Shawshank Reemption, only there isn't a well-spoken, older black man to narrarate my life for me. This weekend will be a nice break for us. We get to just relax on the beach and take it easy. It is a much deserved holiday for the two of us.

I hope that cleared things up...I tried to be as eloquent as possible. I love writing and it is a great release also it is a great chance for me to sound smart without having to open my mouth because people generally think that I am high all the time because of my slow, monotone voice but that's just the way that I talk so deal with it.

On today's agenda is filling in more potholes, raking and watering plants. I'm not trying to strain real hard because my body aches...it needs a rest. My list is almost done and I have some painting to do when we get back from Sydney.

Some more good news, because I'm kind of into good news these days, I look thinner. I'm not really sure if I've lost weight or not because we don't have a scale here, but my guess is that I have lost fat and gained muscle which means I weight around the same but hopefully I will keep getting thinner. My beard has gotten pretty long hopefully I will be able to stand it for 3 more months. My hair is also starting to get long, hopefully I can stand THAT for 3 more months.

Don't worry I'll make sure to take lots of pictures in Sydney and post them. I hope all is well in the US.

Aussie saying of the day:

Aussies tend to leave out the word "the" when they are talking. For instance, "I'm going to hospital tomorrow" or "Do you need anything from store?"

weird, I know....till next time

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