Thank you for all the birthday wishes and gifts!
I posted some new pics on my flickr account:
and here is a video of Warren serenading me on his stroviol(!) on the day!:
Incredibly wonderful birthday week! Filled with more gifts then I could poke a stick at, and fun moments and conversations with many loved ones! Thanks to everyone for making it so unexpectedly fun!
Been hella crazy busy.
Details on that later.
xoxoxo Amy
Found through a favorite blog, How About Orange?.
What Color Orange Are You?
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You Are Cameo |
 You are understanding and very empathetic. You don’t tend to have acquaintances. Everyone is your friend. And all of your friends tend to be friends. You have a knack for bringing very different people together. |
There’s more about what I’m up to here: Amy’s MySpace Blog, because one is JUST NOT ENOUGH. I must make things more complicated than they need to be.
Because I’m being lazy w/ emails at the moment, there are a few notes to people that may be hanging for a reply.
So if you want one from me, and have dropped by this site wondering what’s up, never fear. I’ll get back to you ASAP. In the meantime:
Allison: I REALLY want to catch up and email you properly. I DID get that one from a while ago. And thank you so much for the latest one!
Dan: Got your email. Cam and I LOVE the ad.
Best bet? Buy P-shop Elements on Ebay. Pretty similar to regular P-Shop. I got the version on Mum’s comp for around $11. Installation is easy-peasy.
Search round, but I’ll expand on this later. (I’ve got half an email written to you already.)
Janine, (the other) Cameron, Kelly, Mantel, Sarah, Donna, Jen and everyone who has sent general comments, hellos and emails: LOVE YA! Thank you!
Professor, aka Michael: Thanks for the offer to send images, but I’m pretty happy with what I’ve got and I will send the theme images shortly. If you have any fav. pics that you want to send, I don’t mind at all. I’m using both retro images and modern pics of older stuff.
Had a bit of a hiccup earlier in the week, with Cameron going into hospital. It’ll be finished before October, though.
Do you have to send anything to NPR this month? I can expedite it, if so.
Mom, Kathy and Sr. Chrissy!: YAY! THANK YOU for going to the exhibition in my place. Saw pictures on the website of you three. Can’t wait to hear your impressions of it all.
Seth: Hope everything is well. Exciting times!!
Melissa and Wendy: I WILL be calling you guys. Did not forget. Well, I forgot to call, but then I remembered when it was the wrong time… and then I put it off. Very sorry about that!
And there will be some packages in the mail shortly, for those of you whom I’ve previously notified!
Whew… I’ll leave it there for now. I may have forgotten some people.
It’s the price you pay when you’re so popular! Ha. Yeah….
We’ve been totally zonked the past couple of days, but we’re doing well.
After Cameron had a bad gallbladder attack the other morning, we came home before noon and rested. He’s been doing fine since.
Yesterday we had the pre-surgery consultations with the nurse and doctors, and had blood tests, etc. done.
So, we’re getting closer to the date, which still hasn’t been assigned, it sounds like it’ll be next month. We will be getting a call about it soon.
Today it was a pleasant and beautiful day, so we hopped in the car and took a short drive to Healesville, to enjoy the gorgeous scenery of the mountains, wineries, reservoir, and the rainforest with tall mountain ash trees. There is a lot of National Parkland there, and we stopped at “SeLovers Lookout” for a while to admire the view.
On the drive there, and back, we “awwed” over the many baby lambs grazing with their Mums in the paddocks! They were TINY.
I know we both felt restored by the peaceful views and warm rays of sun. I’d never been to Healesville before, and we both thought that it seems like a wonderful little community. Pretty buildings and shops, and a great atmosphere.
Ahhh.. it’s nice that Spring is Springing in Melbourne once more!
So, the ambulance driver next to me in the front seat turns and asks, “Is everyone is your family creative?”.
I reply, “Well, a lot of them are, yes. My brother has always drawn and recently got a job as a marketing director. My sister says she isn’t, but she is a teacher, so I tell her that she is, because you have to be creative to be a good teacher…”
He smiles, “Yes, that’s true..”
“And one of my cousins is a graphic designer for a newspaper…”
The driver laughs, “My family has to be the least creative family ever! Stick figures are about as good as we get.”
“Well, my parents aren’t really involved in making visual art. My mother is an R.N. Right now she’s a manager of a nursing home. Cameron and I gave a talk to the clients there one time and he put on an over-the-top accent on. It was a hit.”
“Ahh! A bit Crocodile Dundee, eh?”
“Yep. He he… And my father is an sports official. Actually, one of the Australian footy players was in a game with his team, The Green Bay Packers. I’m sure he saw it, so I’ll have to tell him that we watched some footage of it last night.”
The “ambo” as they call them here, laughs and says “Now that’s more up my alley!”
As the paramedics get Cameron out, the driver says to Cameron, “Well, I heard you were a hit at the nursing home, with your accent.”
Cam laughs and says, “Well you’ve got to do it, otherwise they all think you’re bloody English!”
I stand beside Cam who is on the gurney, noticing his glazed eyes. He is puffing on a pain relief inhaler that they call a “green stick” and he waves it at me, looking both high, and drunk, at the same time. “HERE.. TRY it.. You’ll LOVE it!”
My eyes smart from the fumes and I politely decline. (The first of 10 or 15 polite declines this morning.)
The rather pretty female paramedic, who Cam was chatting up in the back of the ambulance, tells us that she thinks it smells like a “texta” aka permanent marker.
Cam says it tastes minty.
I agree. It smells VERY minty and VERY MUCH like a permanent marker.
Mixed with 3,000,000,000% proof mint shnapps.
Cam looks over at the driver (not that he could see anything clearly at this point) and says “HEY! That guy was the one who drove the ambulance when you had your manic episode. You should kiss him!”
I raise my eyebrows quite high and respond quietly, “Well, I don’t really remember him.”
“Go on! Kiss him.”
I turn to the medical staff in the E.R. bay and ask , laughing, “What is IN that thing?! I’ve never seen him like this.”
The driver smiles and says with a wide grin. “We call that THE PARTY DRUGS.”
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