Oh No, October 27th!!!

Look at the date, it is almost Christmas. Truly it is. Already those Christmas trees are appearing all over the place and I feel that excitement in the air. I love Christmas. I love taking that big tree out of the box, unloading the boxes of decorations. I unwrap them carefully and place them on the tree. I remember where I got each one. It is sad to say that I begrudgingly let S help me decorate and only let him hold the "not so precious" ones. He loses interest quickly anyway.

So what are my plans this year for the festive season. Cooking Christmas cake for sure and more than one. And the Danish biscuits, none of which I can eat but are still nice to make. I am so tired of the whole culture of buying everything. I want S to see me being a useful human being and not just forking out money to buy everything to put on the table. How else can he learn these basics of life? Buying ingredients, preparing the food, cooking the food, making mistakes and having successes. Not just opening the wrapper and there it is ready to eat. If I am successful, I will bake enough for gifts.

It appears my age is also creeping up. Forty three this year. I must admit I am happier about turning 43 than I was about turning 42. Just more settled now and more accepting of myself. It makes it easier.

Personal training is going well and from next week I will be doing it three times a week. I have decided it is a good investment for my mind and my body and my soul. I need to look after those three items otherwise life can become a bit less smooth.

This weekend is that last one for the tax time of the month and then I can refocus on my routine. I have a few ideas on what I plan to do over the next few months but will have to formulate it this week to ensure it gets done and I just don't talk about it. As can happen at times.

I have to go and feed S, he is starving.

Ciao

LC

Sunday Night

S is now in bed and listening to his book cd. I am now settled in for the night having cooked about 35 chocolate cup cakes. Kitchen is calling out to me to be cleaned so I expect I will have to do that.

I forgot to add, in my last whinge, that when I got home I also had to hang out three loads of washing.

Not sure why I am even bothering to put words in this blog as they are of such a boring nature.

Oh yes, some pics I was going to upload. It is a family portrait of K with his parents in about 1960. I love the decor and how gorgeous and ladylike are K's mother's legs. I just love the nostalgia of the photo. I know people have these pics all over the world, but it captures so much more than photos from the 90's and now. Somehow, the era was captured so much more before the advent of colour photos. Also, the way children dressed was so universal. That was what you wore on a Saturday and always a tie. There was not quite the variety of clothing available for children. Generally, there was a standard and very childlike way of dressing until puberty and then the dress code was more like a young adult. Now there is a definitive dress for young people that totally excludes adults. Anyway, I like the pictures. Oh, and K's mum never, ever dressed in anything that was not ladylike. Only when she got Alzheimers did she could not care and just schlepped around in tracksuit pants.

I am going to go off and clean the kitchen. Plus I have to empty the dishwasher as well. Which I hate.

Sleep well.

Ciao

LC

No Excuse on a Sunday

No, no excuse at all for not added to my blog for two weeks.

Well, a bit of an excuse. It is BAS time of the month so I guess that takes up all my time and mental energy. I have just been working 4 hours today and 3 hours last Sunday doing the books at Bz's so I must admit the last thing I want to do is even look at the computer when I get home.

Yesterday was a bit of a shit of a day. Early morning work out went well. Then came home and did about three hours of ironing and after I packed up I thought that I might quickly go to Chadstone before doing some food shopping. I hate to admit it, but Chadstone kind of relaxes me as it is soooo mindless over there. I drove into the car park and it was so crowded it took 20 minutes to get back out. I did not even get a park. After that I went to Coles just so I could wander around and do food shopping - as though that is what I want to do. At the register I was watching the grocery bill add up and I said very loudly (and to anyone who wanted to listen) "how did this get to be MY job. My mummy never told me this would be MY job for ever and a day. And how did ironing get to be my job. And washing?". At first a few people kind of looked away in embarrassment and then this woman said "Yeah, that is what I have been thinking for about 30 years.". Then a couple of others spilled out their stories. So it was quite pleasant having a whinge about it all. Anyway, got home and unpacked 10 bags of shopping. Boring as shit I tell you.

Now I am home and K has gone off to play music down in Frankston. I am about to cook cake and stuff for the week, organise dinner, take in the washing, vacuum the floor, get S to practice piano, run his bath, get him ready for bed and once he is in their I will be on the computer doing our BAS. Hmmm, how very exciting.

S went away this week to school camp for two whole nights. I cried the first day and was so worried about whether I had packed enough that I rang K three times to discuss it, asked three guys at work if I had done the right thing and also my brother. Then I burst into tears at the end of the day. K told me to get over it and eventually I was fine. I picked him up Friday afternoon from school and he had a great time, got all his clothes dirty and was covered head to toe in mosquito bites. He slept for 12 hours on Friday night, spent ALL day Saturday in his pyjamas watching James Bond DVD's and helping K build a meccano train carriage of epic proportions. Today he has been out in the Healey for a short time and is still watching James Bond.

He said to me that he hated on camp how girls hang around in packs. I laughed at that one.

The past couple of weeks have been taken up with work, exercise, BAS and just maint stuff. After the end of next week I am going to do 3 group training sessions a week, visit the solarium and get some Summer/Spring clothes. Tuesday is a WAX which is long overdue - just cannot wait for that smooth skin. It will be me time again.

Oh, and I did get to go to Chadstone very quickly this morning before work - just for an hour but it was enough to help me chill out. I am not hard to please I think. Not sure if everyone agrees with that though.

Enough for now, better get my oven turned on and my apron tied up for the cake I am making.

Sleep well.

Ciao

LC

Another Gorgeous Saturday

You know, some days are extra, extra yummy. Today has been one so far and it is only 2.00 in the afternoon. There is no particular reason that is has turned out better than expected. I have a few ideas as follows:

1. Group personal training - only I turned up so it was one on one which was sensational and really felt great (once I stopped)
2. Farmer's market was on in Cheltenham so I went there and spent lots of money on very yummy food.
3. Day is perfectly sunny with a delicious soft breeze
4. Hairdressers in about an hour - always a lovely activity
5. Am in an exceptionally good mood which probably has something to do with the work out I had this morning
6. Went food shopping at Coles - why was that a nice thing to do? Not sure, but it was.
7. Happy.
8. Looking forward to Art Classes starting this Thursday.
9. Got lots of happy thoughts in my head all jostling for attention - they are saying "pick me, pick me".
10. Number ten - just a nice day.

I feel just happy and free and focused. And that sounds like an Alanis Morisette song I think.

I do not even know why I feel compelled to write it down in my blog. Maybe so I can look back on it when I am having a shit day and then I can say to myself "oh, it is only temporary what I am feeling". Ah, yes, that would be sort of practical thing I would do.

So, there you go, happy.

Don't worry, be happy.

Ciao

LC