Campervan dreaming

Today was one of those ’em lazy rainy sundays perfect for dreaming of life in a campervan. Little known I-must-do-this-before-I-die. Maybe one day when we have more moolah, and more time on our hands I can plan for one of these campervan trips.

Buy a 2nd hand vw campervan (it just has to be the vw.)

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Spend no less than 3 weeks  months  living out of said campervan. Camper parks and whatnots.
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Dennis says a flat out “no, no way” but I think perhaps if I broached this idea to huffle and if her boyf is agreeable then maybe den will change his mind.

I wish I was at the time in my life where I could up and go for 3 months without a return date in mind. How carefree. Next time when I have children I will tell them to go and do this, 3 months before they look for a job. When, pray tell, other than in our twilight years can we ever have he time to do this.

Den says his idea of something sillier oops, he meant similar to this is to say 3 weeks on a boathouse.

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I say no, cos while I love the sea, I feel safer with land beneath my feet.

Or rent a villa by the sea. Maybe not villa, beach house. Or beach hut. We hear Nico has one!

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But my heart is set, my new Zealand with My little vw campervan.

Sign up if u wanna come.

dunno where my copy from NYC went.. i had one of these campervan cookbooks, for daydreaming.

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Before everyone gets their flower undies in a twist, might I remind you all, there are campervan parks where you can stay , to use the power lines, shower, cook etc… should you tire of sleeping in the van, they have available rooms for rent. Also, we can always just park our vw camper outside motels. It is just an option..

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Ok, so the last pic is not a campervan photo, but a cabin photo. But you get the idea.

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Flash fire

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These are 5 am days and 1 am nights, and can only marvel at how my mother seems unaffected by the lack of sleep we’ve all been getting. how she does it I do not know, an to tell the truth I dunno if I want to know.

I’m stretched thin, and seriously exhausted to the point of delirium at nights, but I’m loving it! The rush, the scramble. That magic moment when it all clicks into place to turn out just right, and even if it doesn’t it still doesn’t fall too far short. Recently I have been cutting myself some slack, and telling myself it’s good enough for the situation. After friday I need to work on other elements of the business I have completely set aside and neglected.

Reminder to self: there’s two big deliverables due Monday : boat and berries and CPF!
Monday – boat people presentation am , antibacterial people 3pm, night to work on berries presentation, foreign berries delivery consolidation
Tuesday – berries people presentation, tie down w factory
Wednesday – organize schedule for offshore, staffing allocations, go offshore to indents
Thursday – price lists review & compilation
Friday – meet supervisors, tie down staff leave for dec. make arrangements for china.
Saturday – depart sg

see. I got carried away with scheduling when the whole point of me writing this is really that I usually consider myself quite old, comparing to the carefree Teenage years. But the truth is, I love this age. Of independence, of decisions, of self discipline, of responsibilities.

Not everyone is as fortunate to have such a supportive team of staff to pull similar hours, waking up at 5 am with you, to have their mums, ever ready behind them to support however support is needed even when you’re stressed out and unreasonably expect her to do 47 different things at the same time and their good old daddy who drives home in morning traffic to bring a box of my forgotten name cards telling you “it’s okay if (he is) late, as long as I am there when it begins”

This is now, and manic is when I am at my most productive.

Praise God for no stuffy noses and red eyes. Forgot my gastric meds the past few days, so I guess I have to do another 2 weeks from this point. Bah humbug.