For some reason...

My seestor seems to have re-named herself Kate… perhaps a re-birth of sorts… says the woman who insists in spelling her name with two rr’s online.

Her visit was most excellent and fun… although we joked that she is the grim reaper when it comes to my relationships… seems that everytime she comes to visit, I end up ending the relationship I’m in at the time… too funny… didn’t happen this time but who knows what the new few days will bring.

We shopped and sipped cocktails and had a really fun time. The hardest part is when she leaves… rings home how much I miss her and the rest of my family… then re-confirms the confusion that I feel sometimes as I’ve been away for so long my ‘home’ seems like a foreign place… and my current ‘home’ feels more like an inbetween stop… don’t know where I really should be… perhaps I really do have a nomadic soul and need to move on a regular basis.

One of our adventures we had this weekend happened Sunday at the vibe bar, it involved the very juvenile game of taking pictures of our cleavage (including boys at the table) and then sending the best one which was obviously jojo (she does have an F cup after all) via Bluetooth to unsuspecting patrons of the bar… … oh how we laughed… no one managed to engage and send a picture back… maybe that’s a good thing?

I’ve had my holiday approved and now am going to be off for the week of the 29th. Dear lord how I need a break… then when I get back only 2 weeks of work left and then I’m off home and not back at work until the 4th of Jan. Now I’ve just got to figure out what I can do during that time… perhaps best to do nothing and just lay low… who knows…