Jeff turned 1 at the weekend! I got him and his little brother Arnie MASSIVE bones to celebrate. They walked around looking like furry little barrels with legs for 3 days afterwards and needed about 1/2 their normal amount of food because they were still digesting these ridiculously large bones.
Mark and I have been moving towards a Primal lifestyle. I'm starting another blog to track our progress, challenges and general lamenting of the absence of all things sweet and processed in our diets. Actually, to be fair, our transition so far has been pretty positive. Luckily it hasn't been Easter Show time and I haven't desperately wanted that big bag of fairy floss. Check out my new blog here: A Primal Life: Our Story.
On Tuesday this week I was in hospital with the worst tummy pains I've ever had. Mark was a gem, sat beside me the whole day while they poked and prodded me, wheeled me off for this or that test. Now he's contracted some weird Himalayan Nose virus (he's got a cold...) from his time keeping me company in the emergency room. I was there from 7am to 9pm, and they still don't know what was wrong with me. I'm becoming more and more suspicious of doctors and medicine in general. I've spent heaps of money on specialists and tests, missed work for this or that and they still can't work out what keep going wrong in my belly. I had been on a great run though, and then had quite a lot of KFC - so perhaps Primal living is the way to go for me.
Soon Mark and I are going to Vanuatu for a very looked-forward-to break. Mark hasn't had a proper holiday in about 5 years (apart from the 4 days we spent in the retirement village that is Forster in June...) so we are looking forward to getting some sun, relaxing and coming back refreshed. Hoping to do some diving while we are there too.
That's the shortened version of debauched for now. There is probably loads of stuff I could moan about but so much has been happening that it is all I can do to just stay above water!! Oh oh oh, one awesome thing - my Aunt wanted to get rid of some Tupperware containers she had, they were collapsible and in OK condition but didn't fold out all the way any more. I called Tupperware and asked for them to be replaced and they gave me brand newies!!
Oh also, I rescued my plant from my Bondi days from the clutches of the plant killer that is my mother. I can't believe how little water she must have been giving them!! The frangipani has NO leaves at all yet!! They are now safely on my front porch where she can't harm them any more, and where the dogs can't eat/knock over/dig/gratuitously tear to shreds/wee on them.
- B xx
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