Ok, so it's the 19th day of December and I am torn between panicking because I am not totally organised to host Christmas Day lunch and not giving a fig because the world may end on the 21st. Not that I believe that hooha.
I hope we do all wake up on the 22nd to the world as we know it because I seriously need a holiday! Unfortunately I only get the stat days this year but I will attempt to use them to my best ability.
Merry Christmas & all that
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Thursday, December 6, 2012
The week that was
It's been a weird week. Started on a high with the joy, excitement & nervousness of a new job (which, by the way is going just fine) and has come to an end on a bit of a low.
The man in my life announced on Tues evening that he had something to tell me but didn't know how "cos you'll get angry, so I'll tell you later" does he not realise that that very statement made me angry?? Oh and just when is later?? it is now Friday and he still hasn't told me but in the meantime I have been working it out in my head..... and that is dangerous!
I'm currently going with the notion that he wants to pull out of going to my work Xmas do (he does this every year, says he wants to go & then pulls out) ppfft! If it is that he now has 2 days to find the manly courage to tell me, as it is fast becoming a tradition of his I would have thought it well practised and easy by now.
The man in my life announced on Tues evening that he had something to tell me but didn't know how "cos you'll get angry, so I'll tell you later" does he not realise that that very statement made me angry?? Oh and just when is later?? it is now Friday and he still hasn't told me but in the meantime I have been working it out in my head..... and that is dangerous!
I'm currently going with the notion that he wants to pull out of going to my work Xmas do (he does this every year, says he wants to go & then pulls out) ppfft! If it is that he now has 2 days to find the manly courage to tell me, as it is fast becoming a tradition of his I would have thought it well practised and easy by now.
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
More lists
I'm in my jarmies sitting at the kitchen table, there are things that need doing, like the dishes, today's lunch, not to mention actually getting ready for work.
But I have a list spinning around in my head that is part of the New Me plan.
Find a new gym
Sort out the rest of my work wardrobe (chuck old/buy new)
Log some runs (this head cold has laid me up this week & I am over it!)
Makeup bag; some dodgy looking contents in there!
Do some meal planning
Hmmm, that feels better. sure there was something else....
But I have a list spinning around in my head that is part of the New Me plan.
Find a new gym
Sort out the rest of my work wardrobe (chuck old/buy new)
Log some runs (this head cold has laid me up this week & I am over it!)
Makeup bag; some dodgy looking contents in there!
Do some meal planning
Hmmm, that feels better. sure there was something else....
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Here we go again...
I am a list writer.
There, I've said it.
But I compile most in my head so they never see the light of day, they are never committed to paper were I or anybody else can see them, so they get forgotten about until one day something triggers a memory & up pops a list. My head is becoming cluttered & I am going around in circles.
So no, this is not the first time I have started a blog, as journal or some way of attempting to get the stuff out of my head, to make me take ownership, be accountable and actually achieve some of the stuff on those lists. So bear with me, this may get messy.
2012 was so going to be my year. I was going to flick some debt, I was going to be an independent woman! and started plans to do some travelling with a girlfriend we were going to Italy...I.T.A.L.Y. then somehow that changed, I was getting married, selling houses, buying new houses.... and then that changed and I wasn't getting married (although the selling/buying houses together bit happened). Then my job got all shitty with mergers and stuff & things in every corner of every part of my life became unstable, unsettling & reasonably scary - oh, & I have forgot to mention the 10kgs I seemed to pick up along the way. Bugger. and I still have debt, not the same debt, its new debt but debt all the same.
Feck. that was so.not.it. NOT what I dreamed of, planned to do or signed up for.
Then I started running (again - yes, I've done that before too). I discovered Ruth Field's Run Fat Bitch Run she spoke to me in a way that for some reason worked. I was running again and it was/is my turning point.
Following the Grit Doctor as Ruth lovingly calls herself, I built up my distance & speed; before I knew it I was easily running & enjoying a 5km run every 2nd day. The music pumped, I blew some cobwebs, I cleared my mind, I found my funk again, I made decisions about my life (yes, again <groan>), I even registered for a 10km "fun run" and then ping-pop-BAM! I tore a tendon.
Feck.
Two months of physio, of stretches, of hobbling like a flat footed boobie and I am back to running 5km every 2nd day.... now I have a head cold.
Can there be anything else???? can there????
I will finish this, my 1st post on a positive. Those runs were not in vain, that cobweb blowing, mind clearing adrenalin achieved ONE good thing. I have a new job! and I start next week, so watch this space.
There, I've said it.
But I compile most in my head so they never see the light of day, they are never committed to paper were I or anybody else can see them, so they get forgotten about until one day something triggers a memory & up pops a list. My head is becoming cluttered & I am going around in circles.
So no, this is not the first time I have started a blog, as journal or some way of attempting to get the stuff out of my head, to make me take ownership, be accountable and actually achieve some of the stuff on those lists. So bear with me, this may get messy.
2012 was so going to be my year. I was going to flick some debt, I was going to be an independent woman! and started plans to do some travelling with a girlfriend we were going to Italy...I.T.A.L.Y. then somehow that changed, I was getting married, selling houses, buying new houses.... and then that changed and I wasn't getting married (although the selling/buying houses together bit happened). Then my job got all shitty with mergers and stuff & things in every corner of every part of my life became unstable, unsettling & reasonably scary - oh, & I have forgot to mention the 10kgs I seemed to pick up along the way. Bugger. and I still have debt, not the same debt, its new debt but debt all the same.
Feck. that was so.not.it. NOT what I dreamed of, planned to do or signed up for.
Then I started running (again - yes, I've done that before too). I discovered Ruth Field's Run Fat Bitch Run she spoke to me in a way that for some reason worked. I was running again and it was/is my turning point.
Following the Grit Doctor as Ruth lovingly calls herself, I built up my distance & speed; before I knew it I was easily running & enjoying a 5km run every 2nd day. The music pumped, I blew some cobwebs, I cleared my mind, I found my funk again, I made decisions about my life (yes, again <groan>), I even registered for a 10km "fun run" and then ping-pop-BAM! I tore a tendon.
Feck.
Two months of physio, of stretches, of hobbling like a flat footed boobie and I am back to running 5km every 2nd day.... now I have a head cold.
Can there be anything else???? can there????
I will finish this, my 1st post on a positive. Those runs were not in vain, that cobweb blowing, mind clearing adrenalin achieved ONE good thing. I have a new job! and I start next week, so watch this space.
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