Changed da house,
Changed da look.
BTW, my bathrobe's usually pink
and we don't have a fireplace.
Other than that,
it's pretty accurate...
Psst...click the words above to navigate.
Best viewed, unfortunately, in Internet Explorer.
Changed da house,
Changed da look.
BTW, my bathrobe's usually pink
and we don't have a fireplace.
Other than that,
it's pretty accurate...
Psst...click the words above to navigate.
Best viewed, unfortunately, in Internet Explorer.
... it also hails in Canberra.
And driving through hail with your windscreen wipers going crazy is not my idea of fun - especially on a Learner's Permit.
I don't suppose anyone really cares, but just in case you're wondering why on earth it's taken me yonks to get my license, here's it in a nutshell: it's the law in Canberra to have your Learner's for 6 months before you're allowed to take the final test and get your license. A little preventative policy there to rein in young 17-year-old lead-foots who can't wait to drive Daddy's car (and subsequently Daddy) around the bend.
Driving around with husband these few months has seen its ups and downs. I think Audrey got a whiff of what happens when tempers are short in the car.
When Tony was in America for two months, I got a lift from a young family every Sunday morning to church. The wife was learning to drive an automatic, and the understanding was that I remained absolutely quiet while she took her instructions from the husband. After 8 weeks of getting lifts to church and being privy to - and sometimes reluctantly involved in - the crazily heated spats that resulted from such a learning arrangement EVERY WEEK, I told myself to try NOT to lose it when learning from Tony while giving people lifts to church.
I held out in May and June and July and August. It's September and today I snapped because of something minor and irritating and sort of built-up. (It's really not worth explaining beyond that, because it's so stupid.) I apologised later in private, but a part of me is still upset. And then of course another part of me is upset for being this upset.
I'm immensely thankful to God that I can be highly articulate when incensed, and He's blessed me with a husband who listens very quietly. I rather wish I don't blow up so quickly or have a tongue that lashes so eloquently or have long legs that turn and stomp off so huffily - if that's even a word.
It really is true what they say, that it's rough times when a husband teaches his wife how to drive. But I still think it's an excuse for rather bad Wife behaviour.
Singaporean Chick embarking on
Adventure of Lifetime with
Cute Aussie Bloke.
Crazy turn of events officiated
18th December 2004.
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~ Accomplishments So Far ~Still Married After 13 months
Attained Driver's License!
Manual one, too!
On my first try!
Found a Real Job
BOUGHT A HOUSE
Bought a coffee table
Climbed part of Mt Kosciusko
Chilled with Mum
Organised a house warming party
Good health
Good friends
Renewed relationship with God
"A house is a machine for living." -- Buckminster Fuller, designer/architect/inventor
Check out back entries,
predating the emergence of Mrs Velle
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