31 bottles of strongbow on the wall, 31 bottle of....

Strongbow, if one of those bottles of Strongbow should happen to fall.....

Well Thursday was my last day at work, the day before Australia Day. The timing befitting an icon such as moi. Aren't I right Kimmy? Oh phu-lease Trudy!

Anyhow it was a busy day what with the farewell cake and speeches kicking off at 10:30am, lots of photos (thanks Rich, Cath & Ed) and chit-chatting, before heading off to our 'local' for lunch.

I requested water between drinks, but I guess I did need to be conscious of the Sydney water restrictions, and perhaps that is why there was never any forthcoming?

The evening's revelry was at another location, but before parting, I finally scammed my farewell (read: free) drink. One that Georgie's been angling for from our uptight publican for quite sometime! One waxed pussy. Thanks for coming.

Soon after, the evening ramped up as we made our way to the next location. A little pink drink (Cranberry & vodka) littered every table, whether mine or not, I drank them! Hiccup...

I was at home before the carriage turned into a pumpkin, but the proverbial slipper was my forgotten handbag with passport and visa! I'd left it at the pub! God help me, or otherwise staple everything to my head. I'll never get out of the bloody country at this rate.

My final day at work, it draws nigh

My last week at work and the realisation is slowly sinking in. But not fast enough. I wanna get EXCITED! But it's hard to wind down when you still have a project to close out. How am I meant to truely enjoy all my farewell lunches? With several alcoholic beverages, thats how! A little wine helps you forget the worries of the office. What was that implementation date again?

And Ummm I must call the post office about my mobile phone.....how did it manage to end up there?
Too much wine perhaps?

I should'a left a lil' earlier

M y first bike ride to work felt like such an achievement, once I worked out that I was negotiating the busy streets with my wheel back the front! The cool morning wind on my face, men, on their way to work and wafting in a cloud of their own aftershave (metro-sexuality taken to the extreme) and all with a couple of little hills thrown in to test my tenacity.

Well today was my second attempt at riding my bicycle to work. I should of left a little earlier. There were a lot more people around the streets and and there is no way I would even venture on the road...yet.
One opinionated prat thought it his civic duty to let me know that I shouldn't be riding on the footpath.
Gee if only I was quicker with the comebacks. Even here and now my efforts at witty repartee escape me (it's 'cause I'm tired...truely!).

But I guess I shouldn't worry about him, my main concern was the work dress policy regarding female staff without bras? I forgot to pack it!

I dedicate this, my first offical BLOG entry to Ed, while no metro-sexual, a good man for getting me underway with my cyber chit chat!

Michael Knight will ride again

As an added bonus for scamming my mate G's bike to ride to work, I also got an opportunity to tag along with him and his mates on a cross country bike ride over at Manly Dam. I figured it was an opportunity to work on my fitness, ready for Machu Picchu.

I had a awesome time and really surprised myself. There were some challenging sections, including downhill sand slides and rocky outcrops to negotiate, not to mention the 'Mt Everest' hills. As a result, Diane and I are super-chicks! We showed 'em we were made of a tonne of brawn.

So pumped to get out again, the posse embarked on the same bike track the following weekend. Full of bravado and with a better idea of what we were up for, we packed the bikes up in the car for some more adventures.....and Oh! was it a day.

A third of the way through G-man didn't quite negotiate a part of the track so well. Poor bugger, accidents happen, and this one was nasty! He managed to fall on the sprocket that holds the chain. A substantial flesh wound on the inside of his calf was the result. Lucky we were on a section of the track that runs alongside a busy road. Di called the ambulance while I made sure G didn't faint. Along with carting the bikes back, lucky we had the Nik and Roj there to document the encounter! The nurses were pleased that we had photos, apparently it helps to assess the wound without unnecessarily disturbing the interim dressing. Hmmm and I just thought it was just a boy thing to do :)

G is on the road to recovery, and just like Michael Knight....he will ride again!

Talk with boys about the Michael Knight analogy