I sit here, after the first Indian food lunch of the year with the family+grandad, in my pajamas just typing away and pondering my existence.

The day after Grass-of-Patch year 4?
I don't exactly remember when the first Grass-of-Patch year was. It's a wonderful tradition for the Clan nontheless. Not as many people this year as the last, what with several key people (and their significant others) missing though a few new faces did turn up this time.

Had a single fireworks session only from The Curve, no longer a firework troika but it was so pretty. And no, I didn't get a new year snog from anyone. SAD. Seriously, if it's one thing I want to do this year is fall in love... whatever the hell that means, oh, and with a person this time.

It took me a while to realise what a doting creature I actually am because I don't exactly just dote on the ONE special person (though I would love to)... Because I have the many special people to dote on most of the time. Sort of like a mother hen... A terribly spoilt rotten, smug, self appreciating, amazingly narcassistic mother hen.

Bishop (or Meers, as far as intchangeable names go) was talking about how she can see herself with babies... I still balk at the idea mainly because they cost a million per spawnlet... But I do admit that I'd be one totally awesome mom. :D
Imma raise my kids the same way my momma and dadda raised me, with finesse, humour, love, attention, care, and an iron palm/rotan/coathanger/belt.

Sigh, I've gone a wee bit mellow. My badassness still exists just not in its original amount.

Lists, lists, lists...
- Submit Visa application  to IDP on Monday morning.
- Clean room and pack little by little, the things that will be going with me. Throw away junk.
- Put into a bunch of DVDs all the stuff from the Advanced Diploma in ID from Raffles.
- Filing... ergh.
- Read book.
- L4D2 with the mates.

And a happy 2011 to all!

P/S I checked and Grass-of-Patch Started in 2009. ALL HAIL NEW CLAN TRADITIONS! and bloggy is 6 years old.