Another dear friend of mine wrote recently to inform me of her pregnancy; and a late birthday present accompanied the news that another acquaintance popped the marriage question to her boyfriend.
My, there's a lot of peer group pressure going on here.
Kristie and I will be coming to Victoria for Thayne's wedding on the 22nd of November.

I worked for weeks entering the Smith family tree into the computer. It has about 200 people, so it took a while.
I'm hoping to get a copy of the Follett side as well to get a slice of the bigger picture.
The software I'm using is pretty basic, but it allows for photos to be connected and printed in the family tree, as well as recording biographical details.
So, to any Smiths, Folletts or other relatives reading this: should you have any interesting family history you'd like to be recorded or photographs of our ancestors, please let us know.
We'll make copies and send the originals back to you.

Our landlord contacted us and wants us to stay in the house until at least May '98, which makes us very happy.
He also wants to raise the rent, which we agreed to if we get a water-saving shower rose. The savings in gas will make up for the extra rent. Deal struck.

Guess what everyone? I've got my learners permit. Driving lessons once a week. I make sure I tell all my friends to stay off the road on the days that I'm out. It makes life a bit hard when I don't know anyone I can practice with.
It's amazing how many of our friends are getting married or are pregnant. Actually it's scary. I tend to feel that people are waiting for me'n'Jase to make an announcement. Don't hold your breath people.
Oh yeah. It was Royal Show time again, and I insisted that we go. Had a lovely time. We had some really tasty little pancakes. I bought Whizz Fizz & Chuppa Chup showbags. And we followed Bazza the Bunyip's Environmental Trail and got stickers to put on our sunhat as we found each of the stops. Had a ride on the Hurricane (poor Jase was on the outside edge and felt all the effects of centrifugal force) and also on the Skychair, we both felt as though we should have had skis on.
The person who does the fireworks for Disneyland was responsible for this year's display. Bloody marvellous. Unfortunately the show before the fireworks was horrid and dull. Although the Army did provide much oohing and ahhing as four parachutists landed on the arena. And the bobcat ballet had me in hysterics. Four of them pirouetting and spinning around on front and back wheels.

I did some work for Telstra last month. I was role playing which was quite fun but it took me one and a half hours to get to work and the same to get home. The session was only 45 minutes but I got paid for three hours, still I was really tired by the time I got home. Next week I start a month full time work, again with Telstra, in one of their city shops in customer service. I've really got no idea what I will be doing, so I'm a bit scared. I'm sure that I won't have any problems that I can't bluff my way through.
School holidays are happening at the moment and there are no Deaf Workshops scheduled. So my signing is on hold for the next few weeks. Although I managed to con Jase and Riff and Joe into coming along to a Visual Quiz Night at the Deaf Society one Saturday night. I quite enjoyed myself, but everyone else on our team was grumpy, tired or drunk. Still we managed to come about equal third.
The tax man was kind enough to buy us a PlayStation this year. So for many days we have sat in front of the telly and played games and said "Cor those graphics are really amazing" and other relevant things. I think I have a preference for very violent games with lots of things to kill and ridiculously large and powerful weapons. I find this a little disturbing.
A friend of mine said that she found a key on the beach, to which I replied that it was probably the key to Davy Jones' Locker. Why no-one else find this amusing is a total mystery to me.

Bluff was in hot pursuit of an enemy agent when this happened. Kristie said she didn't see him because of his disguise.