Recovery

I am in post party recovery mode after too many drinks last night....it's a rare night where I'm still going after the pub shuts, lol. We had a great day today at Micks parents place at Redlands, the kids swam and played and we had a quiet afternoon recovering and making plans for when Mick and Jules are back in Briz next week. Which will hopefully include me getting my new tattoo, since I've finally managed to get my abdominal muscles into reasonable shape. Mick was planning to get another one shortly, so we've decided to have a joint pain-a-thon before they head back to Townsville. I'm actually pretty excited, I've been planning this tattoo ever since we all got our CF tatts back in 2003, but I was determined to wait until I was in the best possible shape, lol and I figure that I'm as close to that now as I'm ever going to be without enlisting supernatural help or paying for lipo. Hmmmmm.

With friends like that.....

I don't really consider myself a Christmas person....the noise, the lights, it's all a bit too much for me. But there is an upside. The best part of Christmas is the chance to get together with my fave person on the planet. Mick and I have been mates for over 20 years....since we were teenagers in the same music program. We did all the stupid teenage stuff together, we managed a long distance friendship for three years while I lived in the U.K. - I still have the 27 page letter he wrote me describing an Orchestra tour to Sydney, so that I wouldn't feel like I missed out. He and I have one of those rare relationships that expands to include all the best things in each others lives....our partners and our children. We've danced at each others weddings and welcomed each others children into the world. Bruce and Jules have only made our friendship better, as have our kids....Kit and Matt are self proclaimed "besties" who have learnt that just because you don't see each other every day doesn't mean you can't have a real friendship. My friendship with Mick is something that can't be measured, only treasured. Love you bud. xox

Christmas and all that....

Well I'm pretty much under control....the presents are bought, the rum balls are made, and today is DH's last day at work, sing halleluiah!! I've managed to pull my head out of the Twilight saga long enough to do some baking and make a hair appointment, I do NOT intend to do Christmas looking like Jim Carrey's grinch. I'm also planning to re-do turning forty while Mick and Jules are down for Christmas, and I figure if I'm having a good hair day it may focus attention away from the fact that I'm acoholicly incapacitated. That's my plan anyway. Kit and Seb know that their main present is a Nintendo Wii, but Bruce and I have gotten them a few other bits to go with it....Guitar Hero Aerosmith for Kit, and a Light Sabre game for Seb. I've been scrapping a bit too, making a few presents for the littlest kids. You can have a look here. Bruce has 10 days off which we're planning to spend at the beach and up the mountains, doing some bushwalking and reclaiming the zen factor, as well as hanging out at home and seeing mates. Hope you've all been good and Santa leaves you something fabulous!!!

Addiction

I have a serious problem. Last friday, after two days of a lousy viral thing, I decided to drop some books off at the library, unaware that I was about to catch a much more potent disease....On the recently returned pile was a copy of Twilight. Catching my drift yet?? I hadn't read any reviews, but I had seen the movie trailer, and I figured that maybe reading the book before seeing the movie would give me time to get rid of my chest infection before I hit the cinemas. Yeah.
I started reading on Friday afternoon....by 10 pm Friday evening I was re-reading and cursing the fact that I didn't have the rest of the series. By 8am Saturday, I was hacking a lung out waiting for QBD to open so that I could buy the rest of the books. My entire weekend disappeared as I completely lost myself in the series. By Sunday afternoon I was finished. My first act upon finishing??? To pick up Twilight and start again. I think I need help....
On Monday, I saw the movie. It was OK. But nothing like the Bella and Edward I had in my head....I was worried in case the movie would change how I thought about them, but thankfully it didn't. DH is getting used to me grunting at him over the pages....my kids are unaware that their mother has a chronic bibliophilic addiction....maybe I need an intervention. All I know is that the Twilight series has ruined the possibility of me reading anything else in the forseeable future....does anyone have Stephenie Meyers number???

Stormy Weather....

These are a couple of views from the front deck at about ten to five yesterday evening....it turned out to have more bark than bite, thank God!!

Ballet, birthdays and breakfast...

This weekend is a busy one....tonight I'm going to watch Katie shake a tailfeather at her ballet recital, tomorrow I have Sebi's Laserforce party, complete with hordes of loud eight year old boys and lashings of destruction (oh yeah, really hanging out for that one) then Sunday morning is our December breakfast. (much more my scene).
Since we're all on a health kick, a cooked breakfast is a bit of an indulgence, so on the first Sunday of the month we go to Sizzlers and break the rules. Makes up for all the museli and wholewheat toast we eat every other day, lol. Plus I get to sit and read the papers and drink coffee while the boys see how many pancakes they can inhale before they explode. MMMMmmmmm, coffee.....

One of THOSE days....

where you know you just shouldn't have opened the curtains this morning. Where to start?? Seb was complaining of earache, but didn't seem to be too bad....so I sent him to school. BOINK!! first mistake. I dropped him off at 8.15, by 9.00 I was picking him up again. We had a trip to the doctor at 10.00, by which time he was writhing in pain and crying. End result. Middle ear infection in both ears, two days off school plus meds. Brought him home, dosed him with meds and painkillers, he went to sleep on the couch. BOINK!! second mistake. I turned my back on him for 30 seconds to answer the phone. I turn around and he's jerking up and down and sweating. Dropped the phone, got him into the bathroom, ran the shower on him to cool him down. Can't take him to the doctor because I don't have the car. Ring mum to ask her to come home (with the car), while I'm hosing Sebi down and talking to mum, my mobile rings. I answer it. BOINK!! third mistake. It's the high school. Kit's been bitten by something, has an allergic reaction, has come out in hives on his neck and chest. Can I pick him up?? Meanwhile Renee (who I was talking to on the phone when Sebi heated up) arrives in my driveway to help me run round in circles and pull my hair out. Fortunately by this stage, Sebi is practically back to normal, wide awake, asking for an iceblock. Give Sebi and Elly an iceblock, give Sebi panadol, ring high school, tell them i'll be there when my car arrives. Sit on the deck with Renee, talk scrapbooking, drink lemonade, wait for hands to stop shaking. Mother arrives, (with car) Renee and Elly go home, Mum takes Sebi, I go to the high school to pick up itching child. Get home,shower itching child, mop bathroom which is two inches deep in water from my attempts to shower Sebi and talk on two phones at the same time. I think I'll have a do-over.

Scream Ow!!

I am typing this one handed because my left shoulder has decided that it's ninety years old, unlike the rest of me which was a starting-to-be-fit forty. I don't know exactly what I've done, but I can't lift my arm to the side without 400 watts of extreme toothache, so my chicken dancing days have temporarily ceased. I'm actually fairly p*ssed about it, because I've been pretty dedicated with my weights and the results are finally starting to show....although I can't see the point of getting rid of your tuckshop arms when you can't even lift the bloody things afterwards!! It's got to the point where if I roll over on to my left side in my sleep, the pain gets bad enough to wake me, and that's it for the night. Which figures...I now have bags under my eyes to match my tuckshop arms. SIGH....

Seb is off school today after having a massive nose bleed in his sleep....he looked like a Freddy Kruger special this morning....blood all over his face and in his hair, plus all over his arms and all over his sheets. YUK!!