Firstly, sorry I've been so boring everyone!! I'm much better now, in fact I am eating like I'm an army of men. Very hairy men. And smelly. Hairy smelly men. Anyhoo...
After my hairdressers’ appointment on Saturday I met with a good friend of mine for a coffee and a chat. We try to catch up every few weeks at least, she’s been dating a lot and I love hearing all her stories – in fact, a friend of hers has been telling her to start a blog about them all!! This week it was relatively uneventful compared to previous reports which have included being taken to McDonald’s (surely even the dumbest of dumb dudes knows this is a massive dating faux pas?), being dragged along to watch her date perform stand-up comedy (on the FIRST date!!) and receiving an email just before a date saying, “I have to let you know, I told you I was 34 but really I’m 42…”. Who are these people?! Anyway, last time we met (about 3 weeks ago), she had a second date with someone later that evening, and a first date the next day. The second date guy didn’t make it to third date status, as he wore EXACTLY THE SAME OUTFIT as their first date. This confuses me on many counts – surely he had something else which could have sufficed? At least a different shirt? But more confusing, if he only has one outfit – why does it include a LIME GREEN shirt? People will remember it, it’s inevitable. If you are only going to wear one thing all the time, surely you would choose something low-key, almost non-descript?
At work our team has been working on following up an email we sent out a week ago. It’s been a good little exercise actually, I’m fairly adverse to cold calling at the best of times but this should make my calls next year a little easier (at least to the few people I’ve managed to speak to!). I’ve been noticing that more and more when I speak to male clients my little brain immediately makes an assessment as to whether they are hot or not. It’s completely absurd, I’m not sure what is wrong with me but clearly something is. How can I possibly know if they are hot simply from the sound of their voice? I must arrange to meet them. Post haste.
Today we had our Kris Kringle/Secret Santa morning tea. There was SO much food, and stupidly this afternoon I stopped in downstairs on my way back from a meeting and brought a load of stuff up for afternoon tea. Needless to say, no-one else ate much of it, and I spent the afternoon simultaneously bouncing off the walls and falling completely asleep from the sheer weight of the sugar coursing through my veins. I got a set of knives for my gift. It’s quite a thoughtful gift given I’ve moved house recently and I was living with my folks, but I’ve already got a set of very very posh knives so I’m not sure what to do with a second set. Also I’m a bit dubious about knives purchased with a whopping budget of $15 – chances are I’ll be cutting a melon or something and end up with the handle in my hand and the blade sticking out of my femoral artery. Then when I recover people at work will ask me to explain how it happened and I'll be embarrassed to say it was the fault of my Secret Santa gift, so instead I'll tell them I'm depressed and tried to commit suicide. People will shun me because they won't know how to take my brutal honesty and eventually I'll become a recluse, leaving the house once a year to get a trolley full of toilet paper from Woolworth's. People will say "There she is, she's strange but harmless really." or "I remember when she was normal. She seemed to have such promise."
Tonight I took Jeff on a little outing to see my parents. They adore him, it's beautiful to watch actually. My Mum is not really an animal person but she got the broom out and let him chase it as she swept. He thought it was a fabulous game and then when she sat down he proceeded to show his affection by licking her toes. I got him a raw carrot to chew on the advice of the vet - he loved it!! I thought he'd take one look at it and tell me to give him a steak but he carried it around like it was his pride and joy.
Jeff eats his own poo. Enough said.
I can't believe how quickly this year has gone by. A lot has happened to me in 2009 - most of it fantastic, a few not so nice patches but all for the best really. I can't believe how different my life is from this time last year!! I'm declaring 2010 the Year of the Bec - I figure some good fortune is due given the roller coaster that was 2009.
When I think back, I've really met some awesome people this year. But the thing that I am most thankful for is becoming close to my family again. I was always close to them and loved them, but I lived so far away until 6 months ago that I didn't see nearly enough of them. Now I get to while away my weekends with my crazy brother putting my hazard lights on and waving people past me when we are stopped at traffic lights just as a joke, I get to eat fabulous Malaysian food cooked by my Mum whenever I fancy it (which is about every 10 minutes), I get to wrestle with my youngest brother when I refuse to eat a Smartie, and I get to share lovely bottles of wine with my Dad and remain flushed for several hours after we've finished. I'm one lucky lass!!
Merry Christmas everyone!!!
- B xxx
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