Okay… No one has given opinions on my previous post. Sigh. It’s sad. I check my page statistics and it shows plenty of traffic but not a single kind soul would leave a comment when I asked for opinions. I only have 2 irrelevant comments from my sister and my mum. -___-
Lulu reckons that I need to post pictures to get responses. Really? I shall try then.
So talking about Bendigo Wool Show.
(insert random photo of… err.. sheep )
I’ll be meeting up with my online friends. People whom I’ve never met in real life and only chatted online.
What many people don’t know is that I’m quite different in real life vs online. I can talk rubbish non stop online but when I meet people… I don’t know what to say!
For example, the other day, Debra called me out of the blue and I was struggling and wondering what I should talk about. I may have come across as ‘normal’ and ‘calm’ but I felt like a duck in the water.
(insert random photo of a duck )
(Okay I don’t have a photo of a duck in the water so this one with the duck begging for food while pooping green slush would have to do…)
You know… ducks look cool and calm but under water it’s frantically paddling.
When Nad was chasing after me and I started dating many years ago, he was bored to death by the silences that punctuated the phone conversations we had.
It took many years to finally get me talking and now he can’t shut me up can hold proper conversations with me.
So yeah… I’m nervous. Nervous about meeting these people. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to keep conversations alive. I don’t know where to put my hands. And *gasp* I don’t even know if I’d understand their accent!!!!!!
Maybe I should just hide as much as I can.
“Have you seen Inoriz?”
“Oh.. ah… she’s hiding right behind that llama over there.”
(insert picture of random llama)
Sigh. I sound so pathetic. Wait. I AM pathetic.
I’m horrible in crowds and I don’t know why I’m going.
Maybe because I’ll get to do this:
or this:
or this:
(right.. those aren’t even my kids… )
But I think I’d most likely be overwhelmed and end up curling into a fetal position like so;
Ok……. so back to topic….
Debra and Alison are assuring me that I won’t get left behind to play with llama poop… and will be keeping my company throughout the show. And protecting me from the crowds. Okay, they didn’t say that. They just said that they won’t ignore me.
But they’d probably would after I ask them for the 26th time to repeat themselves. Because I didn’t catch what they said…
I hope not.
I probably just nod and play along then.
“Lets go over there!”
Inoriz nods.
“Let’s get a drink!”
Inoriz nods.
“Let’s you buy me a ton of wool!”
Inoriz nods.
“Really?”
Inoriz nods.
“Ok, time to pay the vendor.”
“Huh?”
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So… regarding the post before which I didn’t get any useful advice, I’ve decided not to make my life miserable and just go with a pair of mittens and a beanie for myself. A earflap hat each for Sunshine and Chubbie and a pair of mittens each for both of them as well. A cardigan would be an overkill and I’d end up appearing with half a cardigan with needles still attached and looking deranged more deranged than usual.
Probably won’t keep me very warm that way either.
I am finishing up Nad’s sweater. Only the sleeve caps left to go! Whoopee! He can wear that to Bendigo!
As a parting shot (and another lame attempt to get more comments), I shall.. er… post a random picture…
Chubbie’s smile. 
