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sorry its not my usual rant and rave… and nowhere near up to laurie mayhem calibre but stolen directly from those poor suckers who are subjected to my email rants….

2009… the year that was….

hello world!!!!
 
i trust this finds you all well, and inevitably gut full after christmas dinners around the world in your own special ways…
 
as for me… it is that time again… the birthday, christmas, new year triple whammy and those weeks of inner reflection…(and rambling about my musings on whatever inappropriate public forum i stumble across first) quiet contemplation on the year that was and the exciting possibilities of the days yet to unfurl…
 
my apologies first… for those of you in my email world… for what must have been a (relieving??) 12 months without a laurie ramble… but as technology seems to be taking over the rest of the world… so too my avenue of ranting… and this year has been the year of the blog…and more notably, facebook… (www.metalundies.wordpress.com)
 
and what a year it’s been. a true adrenalin junkie rollercoaster..the type even evil kneivil would have to buckle in for!!
some parts such dizzying highs i just about thought i might explode and float away like a helium balloon… and some parts those dark moments that one hopes to forget as the days slowly get you past them…
 
but mostly, its been a year of change… not to me… goodness no… i’m still as i was 15 years ago… but to the world around me…. and the people who hold such enormity in my life…
 
so we start the year at about minus 40 degrees…
freezing…
in canada…and full of every possibility that comes with travel…
a white christmas, (although strangely my first encountering of temperatures actually too cold for snow??!!) but with that craziness…the world of winter… a foreign world to me… the learning to ski (or fall gracefully down a mountain side waving two poles about chaotically) sliding on frozen roads (and the inevitable array of butt bruises that comes with this) the joy of snow suits… in particular the joy of dressing 14 three year olds in them… to go outside, get rosy cheeks, snotty noses and then have to deal with those inevitable little “accidents”
and best of all… with winter… the sheer delight of dog sledding… an experience i recommend to ALL!
of course..with winter came some of the biggest news… the discovery and meeting of my now sister in law who i whole heartedly welcome to the family!!!
 
but snow cant fall forever… and as the icicles slowly dripped and the deer returned to the back yard, the squirrels came back and left foot prints of fossicking came spring…
a truly amazing time of the year… flowers really do quite literally burst to life out of a frozen wasteland almost from nothing… the leaves on the trees really are the purest shade of green… and yes truly… the birds start to sing once again…
 
and with all this growth and life pouring in from all angles… it seems only fitting to reflect on the growth and life of those around me…and the NINE babies born this year!!! including my own absolutely adorable little niece!
 
of course, so to with the change in season, comes the greater changes… the time to move… the ending of another chapter… the decision making cogs whirring back into life and the movement back towards home…
 
goodbye to a beautiful landscape that looking back now i feel i could have delved into so much deeper and hello to adventure in the central americas… wrestling with humidity, sunburn and melted shoes as i traversed live volcanoes…and nearly died in the process… note to self… new years resolution to be fitter…
 
but all adventure comes to an end… and CRASH… home again… following the dreams of another and perhaps blindly ignoring the dreams of myself…
the usual struggle.
the usual melodrama
back to the usual work…
but not usual.
the world is a different place now… babies, mortgages, careers…
somehow i have been in neverland long enough to miss this step and now find myself in the surreal land between dream and uncertainty…
 
of course… like all crash landings… there were casualties.. and this time sadly it was my heart that took the fall… but life goes on…
 
and thus here we are..
in the back half of the year.
lost like one of those spring time deer in the yard but in the world that seems familiar yet strange trying to look to the next season.. make plans for the future while the sun is still shining…
 
tomorrow truly is a new day..
there will be light to help me see how to pick up the pieces, there will be warmth from the sun to thaw out the frozen grasp of the darker sides of the year before and there is new adventures to have
 
of course..with all laurie yearly reviews..
there are questions.
there is indecision and there is endless possibility
 
so does tomorrow bring the dive into the deep end and the reconnection of life in this strange foreign home town…
does it bring with it the quest to find the promised euphoria of my safety escape town in the great north or does it see this wayward gypsy pack up and run once more… taking advantage of this strange freedom i know find myself in and chasing the sun and the never ending thirst for excitement back on far foreign fields…
 
i guess all we can do is watch this space??
 
but for now… i hold strong in surviving another ride. i hold happiness in the hope that each new day brings and i hold sheer joy at all the new lives that entered my life and my world this year.
 
wherever this may find you..
may the next year bring you possibilities you wouldnt even dream of and wherever those new paths take you, may they lead to the ultimate goal of happiness…
 
will try to get up to some more shennanigans and get this whole blogging thing back in business… but until then..
hugs to the world… hope to see you soon… in whichever corner of this great earth you hide..
and MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
 
hugs
laurie

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it occured to me today…

as i looked at the sea of smiling faces glaring up at me in class…whatever will happen to the game of “stacks-on”?

i mean… it is an institution in the australian household right?? i hold memories of being pummelled during ill fated stacks on sessions under the tilting hills hoist in the bindi infested backyard.

i hold memories of loose teeth being knocked clear out by poorly positioned knees during the heady pile ups of sleepover stacks on…

and most clearly i hold dear the memory of inappropriate eye gouging when stacks on provided a “healthy” avenue for anger and tension release…

i cant imagine my childhood without stacks on… and yet… as the innocent faces of the future stared back at me… it occured to me today that not only do we spend our days just struggling to teach the simple ABC’s… but some of Australia’s best life lessons are clearly being lost in translation…

i mean… how would i know how to endure the stray football to the guts in the playground without years of inadvertant muscle building due to body piles perched precariously across my tummy? those childhood games serve not only as a much needed anger management bi-product but as a staple for our future success in the knock backs of adulthood…

and yet.. here in my classroom… those doe-eyed wonders are clearly oblivious to the lessons in life that they are missing…

and why is it… that after years of adult behaviour, my childhood staples have come back to confront me and cause this musing…

but on a recent epic adventure through the great australian outback… when the cry was called “stacks on” and the victim FOOLISHLY continued to lie helpless in his swag only 4 people answered the cry. Like an army going into battle with no soldiers, even in the adult world where stacks on has been a part of our lives for as long as memory exists the infiltration of the foreign tourists has diluted the fountain of stacks on knowledge…

and while old dogs and new tricks mean that the true beauty of the game remained a mysterious illusion to my foreign travelling counterparts, who could not see that the black eye recieved by the stack victim was simply a comical part of the game due to a poorly positioned but effective looking superman leap inadvertantly mixed with the worlds biggest necklace of mass destruction… i wondered if perhaps the plague of stacks on amnesia had spread farther afield. while these new school foreign invaders could perhaps be forgiven for not being inititiated yet into the wonders of aussie childhood backyard games… surely the australian youth are still upholding our culture…

and thus it was… sitting in my classroom today, their trusting smiles fixed on their faces as they gazed intently upon me, their oracle of knowledge, i chose to ask the question…

who here would know what i was talking about if i said “stacks on”

and while 27 heads nodded, i could tell by their puzzled looks and glazed over stares that they clearly did not… and it took the class bully (lets face it we all have one) to demonstrate fully the superman launch (thankfully to no connecting effect) before the penny dropped…

for years, this wonder of merriment has eluded them… but today i shone the light..

today i did my part for the future of australia and ensured stacks on will remain a firm fixture in the aussie loungeroom for at least a few more years to come…

yup, my work here is done….

may you end up at the top of the stack, wherever in the world this find you…

so here i am…

its been well over a month now since the initial crash landing that comes after extensive travel…

friends are visited…or at least will be shortly…

house sorted and am back at work…

so why do i still feel lost??

while do i still feel like i am being sucked under the gurgling whirlpool of life with no idea which end is up or which way to swim??

like all mature and responsible adults my age..

i opted for the safe option and moved into a house with a random iranian man… heck…we all have to do it at least once..

and despite the promise of adventrue that such a decision seemed to offer…thus far it has been blissfully.. dull… normal even…

then there’s work…

while i continue to wait for the government system to call me (as they’re “screaming out for teachers”) i was lucky enough to be offered a contract with my old school as a day to day casual…but guaranteed work till the end of this term…cant knock that really can you??

so..

as i rise early from bed… head down the rat hole with all the other of lemmings and face the enslaught of each new working day i am faced with both familiarity and yet instability in that i dont have my own class…

indeed, being out in the druitt.. there is always a tale…. but none so much as to inspire my blog…

yup..

i eat, sleep, work…

i truly am head first back in the daily grind.

and yes.

i am already over it.

already drowning in my sea of self pity as i search desperately for that ‘something more” that buzz that comes when one’s spirit is freed.

as yet it alludes me…

but i am sure in time..

as i swallow the bitter pill that this is indeed reality.

that this is indeed what life has to offer in the “real world”…

then i am sure the spark will return..

the lust for life and the passion within will grow again…

but until then i entertain my days by watching the lives of those fellow suckers on sydneys public transport network with me…

stay tune for tales from the train….

i hope whatever routine your life has taken and however dim that spark of excitement may be that it still continues to burn and that hope still drives each day.

always.

l