Tuesday rambling

One is on his macbook and Tom would like me to open mine so he can check his email and skype his buddies.  (What a bloody mess my house is.)

I am still battling this godawful cough.  Every time I have a coughing fit I spin out.  In fact any form of exertion caused me to spin out.  I went to the gym tonight and we took it very slowly but I kept spinning out.  I think if this continues I'll have to go to the doctor.  *groan*

Work had its moments.  Lots of laughs with a colleague but lots of stress from the manager.

Next week is Melbourne Cup so I only have to work one day.  WHOOT!!!!

I have booked in with Matt (PT) for three times a week for a while.  Unfortunately he is booked up for MonWedFri or TueThurSat so I'm doing Tues, Fri and Sat.  I guess that will keep me honest on Friday night when we usually go out for dinner.

We are having steak for dinner.  Himself is bbqing as I write.  The sun is setting and the sky is a riot of glorious pinks and oranges.

Thomas accidentally got out last night when I was talking to someone selling homedelivery to the Age (I took it up .... 7 days for $6 for 12 weeks.  I LIKE sitting down to a real newspaper rather than reading on line cos you don't get everything on line.  Himself disagrees but I bet my bottom dollar he will read MY newspaper!).  He (the cat not the Age person) didn't get far - he seems to be obsessed with the house next door and the pot plant on their front porch - but every time he escapes he spends the next few nights demanding to be let out again.  Damn cat.

Tattoo stage 2

Himself and One went back to the tattoo parlour yesterday for another couple of hours and this is the result.  He has another session to go to put the colour in but I think it's coming along quite nicely.  The Mermaid was NOT impressed (she cried when her son got his first tattoo) and the in-laws were also Not Happy.  MIL stated that the two things she hates the most about the 20th and 21st centuries are graffiti and tattoos.  As Three pointed out, tattoos have been around since time immemorial.  Only he didn't tell his grandmother - wise kid.

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Sheba is constantly tormented by pigeons that either sit on the balcony railing or on the window ledge.  The other day there was an almighty thud as she attempted to jump on the this window sill and missed. Fortunately she also missed the telly!  But that little cat is nothing if not determined so after several attempts she made it.  And the pigeons flew away!  Not that she can get through the glass to the birds but she lives in hope.

I have made a lasagne and a huge fruit salad for dinner tonight and have my breakfast and lunch ready for work tomorrow.  One, Two and Himself are out playing golf and I shall sit on the couch and read.

My view

I love it.  It's never the same.  There are people fishing, using the walking track, boats go up and down, the light is always different.

I nearly went back to WW today.  Then I spoke to Himself who reminded me how it does my head in.  When SS and Pam were down at the weekend they were talking about how they had both lost a considerable amount of weight.  They spent 3 weeks on Tony Ferguson shakes and now eat lowish carbs.  I thought about trying that.  Then I remembered how much I hated it when I tried it.  And it's not cheap.

I know what I have to do.  It's not about joining groups and being told what to do.  It's not about replacing wholesome nourishing food for flavoured skim milk powder!  It's about being answerable to myself and doing what I know works.  And it's about NOT buying the shit food and wine.

Most of all it's about realising that there is only one person that can do it.  Me.  Not a WW leader.  Not Fireman Sam.  Not Matt (my PT).  Not Himself.   Me.  And I have the choice.  I can do this.  Or not.  If I choose to continue to consume obscene amounts of wine and crap food then I can't complain when I feel like shit and look even worse.

So.

Here we go.

Again.

Blogger let me load

I love this one.  The three girlfriends (SS' partner, GGF and Ebs) and in the background the boyz including Fireman Sam.  Not sure where Three is, I think behind Himself.

This is the birthday cake.  It's a strawberry sponge from The Cheesecake Shop.  I got Three to pick it up as it wasn't going to be easy for me to do with Himself in tow.  I love the way it's leaning.  Three assured me he didn't throw his car around the corners on his way home but apparently the box was on a slant hence the interesting presentation of the cake.  It tasted good so that's all that mattered!

It's been a good day.

• I got to talk with Chris and we have a lot in common.  If I ever get to New Zealand I will visit her.  Whether she likes it or not!  I feel the same way about Mary.  New Zealand is more likely than the States, though.  Maybe I could plan for a trip in a couple of years.  
• I vacuumed and dusted and cleaned our bathroom and the place looks and feels good
• I went to the supermarket
• I fiddlefarted around in the garden
• I job hunted on seek.com.au and found a job that I could apply for if I want to AND I found out that my boss has applied for another job (a colleague told me - not seek.com!).
• I have spoken with all three boys either in the flesh, on the phone or via email.  
• I love where we live

Home made pizza for dinner.

I really do need to do something about my weight and lack of fitness.  tomorrow :)

2/4 ain't bad

I tried to load 4 photos and blogger only loaded 2.  Stupid blogger (the site, not me!)  And it took too bloody long for me to go and fiddlefart around with them again so you'll have to wait for another day.

These two are all there is today ....

My goodies arrived from Chris (the cat is mine!)   I am a very lucky duck.  And she is as nice to talk to as she is to read.

The Tatt!  It gets coloured in this weekend.  Or at least started.  I'll post a progress shot (blogger permitting!)

And that, folks, is it for now as I have spent far too long here already and I need to do some housework.

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH - D'YA HEAR ME?

I cannot believe that I am sick AGAIN!  This must be karma payback for all the times I've sighed and rolled my eyes when Himself gets sick.

Saturday went really well.  I managed to keep him out of the house until midday when the family had assembled.  Two rang asking me to get them extra time so I even went to Shannon's (car place .... bloke heaven) and feigned interest to the point of keeping himself there to buy that time.  When I couldn't keep him there any longer and we still had 20 minutes or so to kill I rang Two and asked if he wanted us to get some bread.....

Me: Do you want us to get you some bread?

Two: Why would I want you to get bread?

Me:  OK would a stick and some rolls do?

Two: What????  I asked you to buy us time not bread ............. oh.

Me: A stick and rolls it is then!  Himself, can we stop off at the bakers' for bread?

We arrived home and as the garage door lifted I saw a range of feet.  Himself was faffing around looking at something on the ground and then he looked up and his face was priceless.  It was a great surprise.  We had a lovely day with all the boys.  Fireman Sam popped in for a little while.  He was on nights so it was lovely that he managed to come down and see his surrogate Dad.  But best of all was seeing Stepson and knowing that the two have reestablished contact and will hopefully maintain that.

Photos have been taken (including tatt stage 1) and I will be back.  But now I'm going to veg on the couch.

Damn cold.

Friday - where did it go?

I got up this morning with intention of going to gym then picking Two up and taking him to show me the watch he and the boys were thinking of getting Himself for his 60th.

I finally got out of the house (left my water on the bench ... back upstairs and down to the car: left my mobile phone upstairs so back up and down and then found something in the back that Three had asked me to leave for him so back to the front door again) only to get a phone call from Himself to say that the railway gates were stuck down and we couldn't get across.  The only downside of where we live is the need to cross the railway line at least once and usually twice.  So I went to take the loooooong way to the gym, rang my PT and told him what was happening and we decided to can today's session.  I ring Two and arranged to meet him on this side of the river (where he lives you need to cross the railway twice) and nipped home for a quick shower.  I collected Two as planned and off we went.  The traffic was horrendous.  Himself rang whilst we were in the car and I was able to say that Two had rung me for a lift as the trains weren't working.  We went to Southland and he showed me the watches they were thinking of.  And he ended up getting a different one that was even more expensive.  He will be out of pocket as the others can't put in as much but Two really wants his Dad to have a classy watch with a "WOW" factor.  The one he's chosen is a Longine classic in stainless steel and it looks fabulous.

Then I drove Two to work and came back this way to the butcher.  Then went and bought a stainless steel chain and cufflinks for Himself but still want to get him something else.  He has no idea what he would like so I'm stumped.  I'll go and get some cologne on Sunday and suggest that we book a weekend away somewhere soon.  Hopefully seeing all his boys together tomorrow will be the big thing for his birthday.

It's now late afternoon.  Three is home and I feel I've accomplished sweet FA.

So I'm going to sit on the couch and continue the theme!