It's my birthday today.
Number Forty Eight.
So Happy Birthday To Me.
We went out for breakfast with my brother and his clan. The place we ate at was a lovely cafe in a swishy suburb. Lots of delicious choices to ponder. I had a big vegetarian breakfast and it came with home made baked beans which I love. My brother gave me his baked beans and then K offered up his but even I have my limits on how much food I can fit in my stomach. Obviously not a popular item and perhaps not the best thing for me to eat with my track record of farting. Haha.
Anyway, one of the little gifts I got was this thing below. Some bull dog clips with words embellished on them.
As my sister in law handed them over to me she said "We thought of you the moment we saw it".
Hmmmmm, now, what does that say about my reputation?
I have a similar set at work in red and when I brought them into work Bossman's wife said "Oh, that is so you Linda".
I really need to raise my standards.
I have spent the day in the studio just pottering around making a giant mess and not having the success I like to have. But that is just how things go. I was distracted quite a bit by bits and pieces I kept coming across. Which is a nice diversion.
Having this week off has been a wonderful thing because I can just move at my own pace. Go to bed when I feel like it and sleep in until I feel like getting up. This time of year is a regular slouch for me. I have to remember to do things like the washing or to eat. Or to eat properly should I say and not to eat chocolate and Christmas biscuits.
Yesterday I went to work for a few hours to pay the end of month bills. You would not think that paying bills could take so long would you but it did. I was sensible enough to bring milk with me so that I could make coffee when I got into work. It was great being there alone and just listening to music and not have the phone ring once.
Although the tradesmen are coming back on the 3rd of January, I will still be taking it very easy until the following week. I need to recharge my batteries completely before getting back to work. It's a very busy year this year, in fact, so busy that we are taking on another person in the office to help. We are all a bit nervous because getting someone to fit in is going to be a challenge. But we are all good to work with and the women who is coming on board seems very nice. Unlike the last one I had who grew dope in her garage and sold it (and got charged) and smoked a bong every night while at the same time telling her own daughter not to.
Plus she used to eat ALL the biscuits in the place and drink at least ten cups of coffee a day. When I went on holiday once I came back to the work load from hell. All she had done was put everything in a pile alphabetically and not do anything with it. She really was difficult. I know I blogged a few times about her but I don't think I did her justice.
She ended up moving miles away and getting into dog breeding. It all worked out in the end.
On another subject completely and a silly one at that, I must make note of a conversation that transpired between myself and on of the Oxfam team members.
The other night K and I went for a walk. Not a doodly walk. I don't do doodly walks. It was a hard walk. Not that that bit of information is important, I just want you to know that I don't dawdle when I walk. It's something of which I am very proud. My husband has to take 1.5 steps to my single stride. Of course, he can run faster than me but I can out walk him any day.
So we are on this walk and we meet up with this Oxfam friend and her husband and we got talking about my shopping experience at Chadstone and all the young gals who looked like Kim Kardashian. This friend has three daughters, two of whom are 15 year old twins.
Then the conversation went like this:
R: God, if you hate Kim Kardasian don't come to my house. My two girls want to be like her. You should see them.
Me: Really? Do your girls wear those denim shorty shorts and skimpy tops no matter the weather?
R: Fuck yes. Dresses up to here (indicating point just below bum cheeks) and they show off their long legs. Makes me sick to the stomach. You really cannot tell them.
Me: I would never have worn such a thing at that age. Aren't they worried about the attention they might get?
R: No, they like the attention they get. It's pretty tame. They don't go out very far wearing that stuff.
Me: I just did not have the confidence to wear that sort of clothing. It's not slutty, it's just skimpy. I just never felt confident to wear skimpy things very often.
R: Me neither. It's just not right.
Then some silence.
Me: I'm jealous.
R: Yeah, me too. Jealous as hell.
Me: Yeah, I am about that jealous too.
Then we parted ways. Two middle aged women feeling very middle aged.