went to sleep with a smile on my face and dancing in my feet

I had the most beautiful 'pre-go-to-sleep' snippet of time last night. I am hesitant to share as this will all make me sound quite a lot like a complete dork. But I have decided to overlook this matter as such an event concluded on my making an important decision...

...I read my book for a wee while - 'The Crossing' by Cormac McCarthy.
Turned out the light.
Put my headphones on.
Selected 'Family Tree' by TV On the Radio.
And danced up a storm,
in the dark,
in bed.
This entailed mostly of arm movements.
a few pointed toes,
and occasional lip-syncs.
I played the track twice,
to maximise dancing-in-the-dark time,
and then,
turned it off,
rolled over and
fell asleep...


...with a smile on my face and dancing in my feet.

I have therefore concluded that there is a supreme lack of dancing in my current lifestyle and this year I shall make efforts to change this. I have decided I am going to take up contemporary dance classes.
Combine fitness and fun, into one.


On another note, I have a trial in a Cafe tomorrow in the city, let us hope I do not have a case of 'the dropsies' for the day and that I win over the manager. Then at least I'll have something to occupy my time until my criminal record checks are complete.





- katie joy (declaring herself as a dancing dork for the rest...  of time)

absence makes the heart grow fonder

So, after a short grumpy stint today, I am now feeling my normal chipper self. Joy is my middle name afterall now in'it, so I best do my best to live up to it.

I have decided that despite all my efforts in search of employment (my endless emails with cover letters and 'current' Curriculum Vitaes, my beautifully handwritten - brown envelope sealed - letters of application, my persistant calls - being calls on the phone, calling in and calling on by - to what I had thought to be 'potential' employers) and despite all the rejection or a lot of the time lack of even that, I am going to 'keep on keepin on' and do so in a cheery manner.

I have also decided that absence makes the heart grow fonder - YES, it IS true! Thus meaning that, all this absence of income, absence of employment, absence of working hours will some day end, and I shall be far more ecstatic when I am first employed, than I would of been, had I been nearly a month and a half ago when I first arrived here.

Also, despite already having known that I have potentially one of the best families in the world, that they are indeed much loved by me. My heart grows fonder of them all every day.

MY FAN-DAMN-FINE-FAMILY...

The third picture of Tombombidal and I is at least 5 years old.

I shall also be the happiest I have ever been in my life about moving into my own room to do with what I please, when that day ever comes. I have no idea when, just as much as I have no idea about anything in my future to come at this point.

so my little smitten mittens and kittens, 'remember' that 'absence makes the heart grow fonder.'
and...
'patience is a virtue.'

-katie JOY

Remember..

I am feeling moderately grumpy today.. Sick of people being so positive and promising to my face

with very little to no follow through... I chase them up and they generally dissappoint.

I am hoping the Big Guy will do something bleedin' miraculous, no idea what his plan is shaping out like for me but it is all rather too slllllllooooww for my tastes.

REMEMBER; 'patience is a virtue,' hmmmmmmm.

Multiple calls today, some via phone and some in person.

Small doses of hope.

Large doses of nope, to success.

maybe i should go smoke some dope (just being silly, as it rhymed)

and do nothing for the rest of the day;

unlikely.

listening to Kate Bush.

What a voice eh, never ceases to please my ears.

Well back to the hounds of Love,

I mean, to hound the workforce.

Someone asked me the other day what I was trained in,

I thought, I am really just a bag of mixed nuts.

No real 'training' or 'qualifications.'

Lots of different 'experience' and a 'certificate' under my belt

but

I felt momentarily dumb. I know I am surely not,

just trying to find which shoe to wear permanently.

-kate attack(s) (her unemployed state)*

Legs, Lilacs and Little Ruins.

Here are those Lilacs that caught your
eye in todays blog title.


They sit next to my bed,
diffusing a pleasant aroma.
not sure I like the word 'diffusing.'
sounds scientific. suggestions for an
alternate word??


Esther and I went on a wee road trip
today. To Finchale Priory.
It is just south of Newcastle Upon Tyne a little
ways drive, not far at all.

We had a stroll about the Little
Ruins, the surrounding
bush, through tree-life, river-side,
wild life, local offspring with
their thick accents bouncing
off and over rapid rocks...

... til we found a suitable
picnic spot.
which we then moved from after a minute
or two of settling into due to a bunch
of ruffians who had decided to
kick a football rather near our
pretty little heads.

Legs and picnic spreads:





It has been such pleasantly lovely
Spring weather lately, and I cannot
believe that I get two summers in a row,
a little spoilt really.

Hmm what else in the life of me...
.. oh yea, I started to read
'Blogging for Dummies'
on the internet today.
I read about 2 paragraphs.
It wasn't teaching me anything
of substantial use.
I may try to read a little further though
as I am desperate to make this sad
little blog of mine a little more
attractive.
that way I won't have to entice
you with words like 'Legs'
or 'Lilacs' in the title!!

Let us hope the sun
keeps getting up with me in
the morning.
He is such a delightful fellow,
I hate it when he is not around.
Well, not hate.


Finally, and of most
crucial importance; I must
share with you my summer
shoe covet:

curteosy of 'New Kid'
shoes. They're a season
out but obviously timeless...
..to me,

-katie joy

She just wants to Sing

-----------------------
i just want to sing.
want to shake out my labour-ing
thoughts contrary to what
i'd like to see,
like to be.

i find it hard
to find the little line.
grab it from behind.
make it mine,
make it rhyme.

this life is too hot to trot.
So i will be cold,
remote,
until i have made the mold,
my own,
little pot.
to drop.
stop.

now go.
-----------------------

- poem by me for the day © 18.05.10


-kate attacks.

I'm all about the brown leather shoe..and wondering what to do with my hair

So I have decided I love brown
leather shoes. Nothing I like more
than slipping (or squeezing at first few weeks
instance) my tiny foot into a brown
leather shoe.
I have discovered I am a UK size 3,
which is very small apparently.
But means that a lot of the time
my size is still in stock.
Now, don't fret brother Ben,
I have not been out frivolously
throwing about the pound
on endless pairs of cow hide
shoes, I am just acknowledging
my appreciation of them, was admiring
my $3 sandals that I got at the Garage
thrift store in Wellington, the
summer just passed over yonder, down
under.



Also, I have recently become
subject to a hair cut urge.
I keep having an itch to grab
a pair of scissors and attack my
long blonde hair.
But this shall have to wait
til I have a fixed income.
My ends are absolutely distasteful,
"don't look too closely folks,
this ones got a bad case
of split-ends, poor wee lass."



I had an interview this morning
with a Nanny agency.
It went swimmingly.
No bathers involved unfortunately
but She was a very lovely interviewer
and I felt I filled my duty
as an interview-ee.
Once I have had my CRB (criminal records bureau)
check completed, (which can take up
to 8 weeks, GAH!)
and have done a first aid crash
course then I'll be put up for
sale to families in need of
a nanny.


nothing else to
report.


-katie joy

What DID happen on Friday??

So, I will tell you what DID
happen on Friday...



... Katie got up at 9.05am.
She had a shower.
She got dressed,
put on her cream silk t-shirt.
She talked to her lovely mamma on skype,
who was at home alone with all the animals.
She checked her emails;
1. confirmation that NZ$2700 are now
somewhere in space, making their way
over to her new and empty British
Bank Account.
2. Recruitment agency - no current positions
that suit your 'skills.'
("I'll show you my skills!" she says, whilst
shaking her fist).

She sent some emails;
1.Application for receptionist
position in Gateshead.
2.Arranging a time to meet with
Northumbrian Nanny agencies next week.
She hopped on the Number One bus
to Low Fell.
She walked up a mild hill to
the 'Beacon View Medical Centre'
where she handed in a CV and cover letter
for a job that was only just advertised
this morning.
She walked back down the hill.
No buses for 29minutes.
Visited 3 Charity stores
and naughtily (probably not even a word)
purchased 2 shirts,
for a mere total of £2.99.
One is cream, made of 80% cotton and 20% wool,
and the other is more than likely a
poly-cotton blend of delicious tartan/plaid
goodness.
She discovered how to use
the auto-timer on her camera.
Here she is, sporting them
in the most fashionable sense she
can:




o yes, and yesterday (not Friday at all, but I am
willing to break the rules, cos I am a rule BREAKER,
not a heart shaker) she got a call from
The Percey Hedley Foundation saying;
"you were a pleasure to meet and interview
yesterday, we'd like to hire you for the position."
That being the on-call 'Residential Child Care Officer'
that I told you about a few days back.
Heh, she charmed 'em is what she did!


-katie joy.

Make Me a Yoyo

So, i decided to learn how to make a 'yoyo'
and No folks, I am not referring to those
round wooden or plastic things, with the long string
attached that one boundces up and down and
'walks the cat' with and does silly tricks on it type yoyo,
but instead I am talking of a craft yoyo.
A term which the meaning is probably ownly known of in
sewing and or craft communities.
I however am not a member of a craft community
but would very much like to be...
..maybe I'll start my own craft community
along with a garden club.

yes; I am a nerd.

So I got myself a yoyo maker, and
8 fat quarters (of material)
and have commenced to produce myself some
yoyo's.
I have made 9.
here they are:

I am going to make another 51 or so... enough to cover the front
of a cushion of average size. A friend saw them and commented:
"these look useful" in a saracstic tone. I replied;
"they will be"... when they are on a cushion, of which I can place
under my behind, to protect it from being hurt due to long periods
of contact on a hard surface.




News today,
none really. still trying to find a job.
I have my interview tomorrow
that i mentioned last week
to be a 'Residential Child Care Officer,'
caring for disabled children, helping them
get up and ready for school, helping them home etc.
I shall try not to trip over my tongue
or anything silly like that.

And Someone attempted robbery of the old
church next door. Sometime between Sunday
and today. They were unsuccessful, but
have severely damaged the side door, by
perhaps kicking it repeatedly or something of
the sort.
It does however, happily sport 3 strong locks,
of which were NO match for the fiends pathetic attempts.
Let us hope he left some clues as to his current
whereabouts...
.. I am doubtful.


okay, I shall skip away now.
Feeling chipper.

your friend,
-Katie joy