I have quit my job!! I am sad to be leaving as I've really enjoyed working at my employer overall. However, I work with someone who can only be described as a beast and I'd rather singe my eyebrows with a cigarette lighter than put up with it anymore. So hooray!!
It's been a long time since I updated Debauched - few reasons include general miserableness with all the work drama, some health issues I'd had etc; busy-ness with my wonderful boyfriend of 4 whole months!!; my dog-related issues.
We'll start with the dog...I got a companion for Jeff. At first, it was wonderful - I'd rescued her from the pound and she was a little cutie (in a very ugly kind of way). Anyway, after about 10 minutes of doting over her, I realised she was an absolute menace. She would wiggle her butt so much in order to push Jeff out of the way when it was time for any kind of attention. She was destructive too - ripped things to bits, chewed on everything and I believe she weed in the house out of spite. Anyway, after about 8 weeks of trying in vain to train her with positive & negative reinforcement and ignoring her completely at times, I realised it was to no avail and I had to surrender her to the pound. It was the most heartbreaking thing I've ever done, she was only a baby and they told me they'd need to put her down. :(
My health issues have been suitably annoying but are getting much better now. I've had all sorts of tests and seen specialists. I saw a "General Physician" at first - they had absolutely no idea what was wrong with me, so they sent me to a glorified GP...When I got there for my first appointment, his name was right above the word "Geriatrician". I was annoyed to have been sent to an old person's doctor. And even more so when he told me I was his only patient younger than himself! Anyway, I'm now at the point where I should have the final test soon to confirm my suspected condition - coeliac disease. It's annoying but very manageable through a gluten-free diet. But since I have to keep eating gluten till I have the final test, I'm currently experiencing a free-for-all where I am eating things I would normally consider off limits, and becoming quite plump as a result.
Because of my plumpings I've been trying to run as much as possible. I set myself a goal this week of 16km, and I am 4.7km away from achieving it with a plan to run tomorrow. (My running week goes from Sunday to Saturday.) It's been good actually to get back into running - I'd had about 6 weeks off completely, and before that with all my illness I'd been only running intermittently so it's been good to have a weekly goal and get a few good runs done each week.
Me and this new man (Mark) have been on for about 4 months now! Time has flown. He is great - he's really fun, an animal lover and really quite the spunk. The other week we had a lovely "date" - we went out for dinner and saw a movie. This is something I've never really had before - I've never really been on dates. Even though we spend basically every night together, he still makes the effort to ask me out, dresses up and takes me somewhere he know I'll like. He's a real catch!!
These days, Jeff can only be described as a cube. A cube-o-lab. He's SO adorable - he just has this beautiful little face, his cubesque body and his whole back half wiggles when he wags his tail. It never ceases to please and delight me how excited he is to see me whenever we've been apart for more than about 10 minutes. He's taken to leaping in the air when I let him in the house now; he just wants to touch his little wet nose to my palm. He follows me all around, which can get annoying when he's constantly under foot, but it's really very sweet. And the drool!! Whenever I am eating, preparing dinner or he can smell food within a 2km radius he gets this huge stream of drool out the side of his mouth. Sometimes both sides. When I put him outside, I could swear someone was out the trying to murder him the way he moans. When I take him around to Mark's (he's got two dogs that Jeff likes to play with) he's just as bad, but it's even worse because Mark's oldest dog cannot stand to be outside when we are inside. He does not understand that he is a dog, I'm sure of it. He shoves Jeff out of the way for pats with me when we're there too. He thinks he deserves all the pats because he is the biggest. He's pretty cute though and it's quite funny to watch Jeff jump around him and lick his chops all the time.
Tomorrow night I am holding a Sashimi night at my house. I'm quite excited actually - my whole family, apart from my wayward younger brother, is coming and it should be fun! I need to find some Sake from somewhere though - I've googled and found a couple that people have recommended so hopefully I can get one of those! I may have over-committed myself somewhat...I'm making Peking Duck Pancakes, Rice Paper Rolls, Sashimi (obviously!) and Teriyaki Chicken...we'll see what happens.
Guess that is all for now. Must revive The Ark. Must revive The Ark. Must revive The Ark.
- B xxx
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Thursday 18 February 2010
A few things are winding me up currently. Well actually, a lot of things are winding me up. My flatmate is the laziest person I've ever had the misfortune to live with. Although that is a gross overstatement of the actual situation, he is pretty lazy and seems intent on doing as little to help with the cleaning of the house as possible. I even went as far as to discuss with him the possibility of getting a cleaner in - he declined, saying we should just share the workload. I stupidly took that to mean that he might do some of the cleaning - evidently this was not his intention and by "share the workload" he meant I could clean the house and he could dirty it shortly after I finish. Not only that, but he's now taken to making little snide comments to me when I leave the house of an evening (I spend a lot of time at Mark's place these days - his TV is bigger and his place stinks less than mine). The other night I said goodbye and he replied, "Yes, that's the main comment you make to me - goodbye." Now I'm sure he thought he was being funny, but what person that is not annoyed about someone leaving would say such a thing? And then that leads on to who the hell does he think he is to be annoyed about how many nights I do or do not spend at my house? I'm reaching a point now where I don't actually want to be at home which is causing me quite a lot of distress.
I forgot to write about this in my previous post - I had a run-in with the most spiteful, mean spirited man I've ever encountered. I was at the petrol station last week, and I'd gone round to the far pumps but then realised that reason no-one else was there was because they were out of order. It just so happened that there was a man finishing at one of the front pumps and there was no-one waiting to pull into the pump, so I waited till he left and then began to reverse in. Just as I started to move backwards, this evil fat man came flying in and pulled in. I motioned to him on his approach that I was moving in there to fill up, and even though we'd made eye contact, he pulled in anyway! I got out of the car and asked him if he was serious (I was so shocked you see, normally profanity would have come flying out my gob but I just could not believe it had happened!) and he simply said, "You should have indicated." to which I replied, "I did! I indicated to you when you made eye contact with me that I was pulling in there!". He was such a fat idiot, I was so annoyed. He seemed so pleased with himself too - as if he'd really just done it to spite me.
Finally the last thing winding me up - today I was walking through Chatswood Station, and I had the mischance of spying a heavily pregnant lady. I have no issue with the fact that she was heavily pregnant. However I do have an issue with her wearing what were clearly her pre-pregnancy clothes. I have absolutely no interest in seeing a massive belly (that to me looks like an alien is residing in it) hanging out the bottom of a t-shirt and a butt crack poking out the top of trousers. If she cannot afford to purchase some suitable attire, how the hell does she expect to have the funds to feed, clothe and generally raise the child? Not only that, but people who are fat are ridiculed for not dressing to their size. Surely the same logic applies to pregnant people?? Perhaps I am a miserable grump (actually, I am certain I am today, given the foulness of my mood) - but I don't force people to look a my flabby belly and I would appreciate the same level of respect to be afforded to me, pregnant women of Chatswood.
- B xx
I forgot to write about this in my previous post - I had a run-in with the most spiteful, mean spirited man I've ever encountered. I was at the petrol station last week, and I'd gone round to the far pumps but then realised that reason no-one else was there was because they were out of order. It just so happened that there was a man finishing at one of the front pumps and there was no-one waiting to pull into the pump, so I waited till he left and then began to reverse in. Just as I started to move backwards, this evil fat man came flying in and pulled in. I motioned to him on his approach that I was moving in there to fill up, and even though we'd made eye contact, he pulled in anyway! I got out of the car and asked him if he was serious (I was so shocked you see, normally profanity would have come flying out my gob but I just could not believe it had happened!) and he simply said, "You should have indicated." to which I replied, "I did! I indicated to you when you made eye contact with me that I was pulling in there!". He was such a fat idiot, I was so annoyed. He seemed so pleased with himself too - as if he'd really just done it to spite me.
Finally the last thing winding me up - today I was walking through Chatswood Station, and I had the mischance of spying a heavily pregnant lady. I have no issue with the fact that she was heavily pregnant. However I do have an issue with her wearing what were clearly her pre-pregnancy clothes. I have absolutely no interest in seeing a massive belly (that to me looks like an alien is residing in it) hanging out the bottom of a t-shirt and a butt crack poking out the top of trousers. If she cannot afford to purchase some suitable attire, how the hell does she expect to have the funds to feed, clothe and generally raise the child? Not only that, but people who are fat are ridiculed for not dressing to their size. Surely the same logic applies to pregnant people?? Perhaps I am a miserable grump (actually, I am certain I am today, given the foulness of my mood) - but I don't force people to look a my flabby belly and I would appreciate the same level of respect to be afforded to me, pregnant women of Chatswood.
- B xx
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Wednesday 17 February 2010
Hmmm…. It’s been a funny time. I’m trying hard to settle back into my routine – as you would be aware by now, I get quite OCD about what I eat, exercise etc. But 2010 seems to be a year of chopping and changing, no routine to speak of and generally feeling fat and bloated. I think it kind of comes with the territory of being in a new relationship – you want to enjoy fun times with that person and fun times often lead to eating out (or in my case, a Magnum Ego at every cinema outing).
This morning I went to the supermarket and it was SO hard not to buy a million things I know I should not eat. It was the age-old “don’t shop when you’re hungry” issue – yesterday I ate very few carbs so this morning I was STARVING. I ended up buying an All-day Breakfast – which consists of baked beans with sausages and some other non-descript bits of meat and is a whopping 72g of carbs in a can!! I ate some of it for breakfast and threw about 1/3 away. I knew as soon as I poured it out to heat it that I’d never get through it all. Also, as I was eating it I just felt pang after pang of regret (yet I continued spooning it into my jaw). Talk about bloody OCD!!
Things are going well with me and Mark. Perhaps a little too well… I have this self-sabotage issue that I really must either get over or not enter into any relationships with people. At times I get all weird and assume that something bad is going to happen – we’re going to have a massive fight, he’s going to confess he is married with 3 kids etc. This affects my behaviour and since Mark appears to be so bloody in-tune with me he picks up on it and wonders why I am so strange all of a sudden. I don’t see it coming, and I don’t realise I am doing it until right in the middle or after it has all blown over. He’s very good though – he seems to just take all my nuttery in his stride. I’m starting to suspect that he really LIKES me. ;o)
I’ve got a new trainer at Vision – Mr PT could not find time for me to have PM sessions which has worked out really well in the end. The new trainer is fantastic – I’ve always loved her, but now that I am training with her I realise that she is actually a fabulous PT too!! Where Mr PT simply lifted weights on and off machines for me, she actually corrects my form, pushes me to do things I am moaning about doing etc. I didn’t realise just how little I was getting out of my previous trainer – oh how blinded I was!
The past few weekends have been flat out and this weekend will be no exception. It’s my Mum’s birthday as well as Mark’s best mates birthday party, so I’ll be at that for a while then heading to dinner (I think – she still hasn’t made up her mind on what she is doing!) for Mum. It’s fun to have lots of things to do, but I do at times feel pulled in all sorts of directions. The other thing is that uni is taking a back seat (once again) and I can’t let that continue. It is no-one’s fault but my own – I need to stop committing to so many things. Mark and I talked about the possibility of me having quarterly barbecues at my place to catch up with everyone – I love the idea, but am not sure I can wait 3 months to see my friends all the time!
I've settled in quite well I think to being 27. Not much change from 26 really. I do feel substantially more responsible though which is good, but then I go and do things like forgetting to remind Mark to go to my house and feed Jeff this morning. This resulted in the poor pup not eating till about 10:30am. I'm sure he's fine - he eats dirt and slugs anyway so generally finds himself quite nourished.
On the subject of Jeff - he is packing about 15kgs these days! He is huge but still has the face and the energy of a little puppy. I love that he bounds around and is just always so happy. Yesterday we went out for a walk and he was really really good on the lead, and loved it when we ran along so I think he is going to be a great little running buddy for me. He's learning Stay too - he's very good at it, it took him a little while as he just wants to be under my feet all the time so finds it hard not to follow me, but now he'll sit at the door until I say OK! and then he comes running in. It's really aodrable.
- B xx
This morning I went to the supermarket and it was SO hard not to buy a million things I know I should not eat. It was the age-old “don’t shop when you’re hungry” issue – yesterday I ate very few carbs so this morning I was STARVING. I ended up buying an All-day Breakfast – which consists of baked beans with sausages and some other non-descript bits of meat and is a whopping 72g of carbs in a can!! I ate some of it for breakfast and threw about 1/3 away. I knew as soon as I poured it out to heat it that I’d never get through it all. Also, as I was eating it I just felt pang after pang of regret (yet I continued spooning it into my jaw). Talk about bloody OCD!!
Things are going well with me and Mark. Perhaps a little too well… I have this self-sabotage issue that I really must either get over or not enter into any relationships with people. At times I get all weird and assume that something bad is going to happen – we’re going to have a massive fight, he’s going to confess he is married with 3 kids etc. This affects my behaviour and since Mark appears to be so bloody in-tune with me he picks up on it and wonders why I am so strange all of a sudden. I don’t see it coming, and I don’t realise I am doing it until right in the middle or after it has all blown over. He’s very good though – he seems to just take all my nuttery in his stride. I’m starting to suspect that he really LIKES me. ;o)
I’ve got a new trainer at Vision – Mr PT could not find time for me to have PM sessions which has worked out really well in the end. The new trainer is fantastic – I’ve always loved her, but now that I am training with her I realise that she is actually a fabulous PT too!! Where Mr PT simply lifted weights on and off machines for me, she actually corrects my form, pushes me to do things I am moaning about doing etc. I didn’t realise just how little I was getting out of my previous trainer – oh how blinded I was!
The past few weekends have been flat out and this weekend will be no exception. It’s my Mum’s birthday as well as Mark’s best mates birthday party, so I’ll be at that for a while then heading to dinner (I think – she still hasn’t made up her mind on what she is doing!) for Mum. It’s fun to have lots of things to do, but I do at times feel pulled in all sorts of directions. The other thing is that uni is taking a back seat (once again) and I can’t let that continue. It is no-one’s fault but my own – I need to stop committing to so many things. Mark and I talked about the possibility of me having quarterly barbecues at my place to catch up with everyone – I love the idea, but am not sure I can wait 3 months to see my friends all the time!
I've settled in quite well I think to being 27. Not much change from 26 really. I do feel substantially more responsible though which is good, but then I go and do things like forgetting to remind Mark to go to my house and feed Jeff this morning. This resulted in the poor pup not eating till about 10:30am. I'm sure he's fine - he eats dirt and slugs anyway so generally finds himself quite nourished.
On the subject of Jeff - he is packing about 15kgs these days! He is huge but still has the face and the energy of a little puppy. I love that he bounds around and is just always so happy. Yesterday we went out for a walk and he was really really good on the lead, and loved it when we ran along so I think he is going to be a great little running buddy for me. He's learning Stay too - he's very good at it, it took him a little while as he just wants to be under my feet all the time so finds it hard not to follow me, but now he'll sit at the door until I say OK! and then he comes running in. It's really aodrable.
- B xx
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Thursday 4 February 2010
It’s been ages again! I’m so sorry Mel – not only had I not updated my blog for your reading pleasure, but then I’ve also missed several of your outraged phone calls to tell me to get onto it immediately! I promise to adhere to a stricter and more regular writing schedule in future. For the record, you are fine to go ahead and blame the new dude I am seeing.
Yes, I am seeing someone! It is still early days, possibly even too soon for him to receive a mention here, but it’s too late now. His name is Mark and he’s unsure whether he should read my blog or not. The dilemma this creates for me is that if I tell him not to read it I am sure, like most humans, that the temptation will be too much and he will sneak a peek. If I don’t tell him not to read it but I write something that I don’t want him to see, it is my own fault if he does see it since it is out in the public forum. I can’t think of what I might like to shout to the world via my blog that I wouldn’t want Mark to know, but nonetheless it has made me feel quite censored.
I’ve told Mr PT that I am not coming in any more once my current sessions in credit are used up. It is really costing me a lot of money and I think I can probably do a lot of the stuff myself, but the beautiful thing is that Mark was a PT until about 18 months ago for a couple of years so if I need someone to keep me honest and absolutely smash me during a workout I can totally get it for free! I think he will secretly enjoy it just a little too much, but as long as I stay fit and healthy I can deal with him taking immense pleasure at hammering me.
My decision to leave Vision has led to me being locked in a battle of wills with the studio director. He is convinced he is going to convince me to stay, but what he doesn’t understand is how hard this decision was for me and how long it has been brewing!! I love Vision – it helped me put my life back on track when I was miserable and fat. I firmly believe I would still be with my ex, someone that I shouldn’t have ever been with really, if I’d stayed in that destructive cycle of emotional eating. Only when I gained my confidence back after having been a porker for some years did I start to force change in our relationship, which led to our break-up when it became evident that we could never be happy together. But I can’t keep relying on someone else to force me to manage my health and fitness – I need to develop the skills and the willpower necessary to do it myself. If I don’t, then I’ve learnt nothing from Vision.
Jeff is getting massive now, but his little butt isn’t growing at all – it’s because I haven’t been taking him out for walks so I must start immediately. I love him SO much though – he is such a sweet, friendly little puppy. Today I am going to buy him a lamb shank! He found this massive broom under the deck and carried it all the way around the house and up the stairs to show me. Very cute!
It was my birthday earlier this week, I turned the big 2-7 but I'm telling people I am 25. I am well and truly freaking out about being too close to 30. That coupled with the fact that I will embarked on yet another shot at uni (my fourth I think) next week which will see me as a student for the next 8 years before hopefully a career change has got me looking at all areas of my life and trying to decide what I want to do, what I can keep on with through uni and if I really do actually want to do uni, or if I just don't feel passionate about certain areas of my life right now.
The Ark is coming along nicely - I've recently purchsed the CD's for the Punk Genres (New Punk and Old Punk) and I shall write up my thoughts once I've had a moment to listen to them.
I promise to not be so long between posts from now on. As you can probably tell, I have some exciting stuff going on in my life and big decisions that need making, so I might actually have some material to use on here soon!! ;o)
- B xx
Yes, I am seeing someone! It is still early days, possibly even too soon for him to receive a mention here, but it’s too late now. His name is Mark and he’s unsure whether he should read my blog or not. The dilemma this creates for me is that if I tell him not to read it I am sure, like most humans, that the temptation will be too much and he will sneak a peek. If I don’t tell him not to read it but I write something that I don’t want him to see, it is my own fault if he does see it since it is out in the public forum. I can’t think of what I might like to shout to the world via my blog that I wouldn’t want Mark to know, but nonetheless it has made me feel quite censored.
I’ve told Mr PT that I am not coming in any more once my current sessions in credit are used up. It is really costing me a lot of money and I think I can probably do a lot of the stuff myself, but the beautiful thing is that Mark was a PT until about 18 months ago for a couple of years so if I need someone to keep me honest and absolutely smash me during a workout I can totally get it for free! I think he will secretly enjoy it just a little too much, but as long as I stay fit and healthy I can deal with him taking immense pleasure at hammering me.
My decision to leave Vision has led to me being locked in a battle of wills with the studio director. He is convinced he is going to convince me to stay, but what he doesn’t understand is how hard this decision was for me and how long it has been brewing!! I love Vision – it helped me put my life back on track when I was miserable and fat. I firmly believe I would still be with my ex, someone that I shouldn’t have ever been with really, if I’d stayed in that destructive cycle of emotional eating. Only when I gained my confidence back after having been a porker for some years did I start to force change in our relationship, which led to our break-up when it became evident that we could never be happy together. But I can’t keep relying on someone else to force me to manage my health and fitness – I need to develop the skills and the willpower necessary to do it myself. If I don’t, then I’ve learnt nothing from Vision.
Jeff is getting massive now, but his little butt isn’t growing at all – it’s because I haven’t been taking him out for walks so I must start immediately. I love him SO much though – he is such a sweet, friendly little puppy. Today I am going to buy him a lamb shank! He found this massive broom under the deck and carried it all the way around the house and up the stairs to show me. Very cute!
It was my birthday earlier this week, I turned the big 2-7 but I'm telling people I am 25. I am well and truly freaking out about being too close to 30. That coupled with the fact that I will embarked on yet another shot at uni (my fourth I think) next week which will see me as a student for the next 8 years before hopefully a career change has got me looking at all areas of my life and trying to decide what I want to do, what I can keep on with through uni and if I really do actually want to do uni, or if I just don't feel passionate about certain areas of my life right now.
The Ark is coming along nicely - I've recently purchsed the CD's for the Punk Genres (New Punk and Old Punk) and I shall write up my thoughts once I've had a moment to listen to them.
I promise to not be so long between posts from now on. As you can probably tell, I have some exciting stuff going on in my life and big decisions that need making, so I might actually have some material to use on here soon!! ;o)
- B xx
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Sunday 3 January 2010
Let's get the formalities out of the way - Happy New Year everyone!! I can't believe it's 2010. Where does time go? Before I know it I'll be (insert age here). I think that covers the key cliches for this particular festivity though do feel free to comment and add some more - Mitch & Ria, I'm fairly sure you'll think up some clever ones to amuse me!!
I worked all the working days between Christmas and New Year, and though I had dreaded it, it wasn't quite as bad as I thought it would be. There was a bit of stuff going on - I worked on a few jobs and handled a few queries but nothing massive. One of my temps who always talks around but never actually asks for more money tried to convince me that in the new job she is doing she is acting as the HR Manager because she is placing ads on Seek. I was a little cruel and let her go on for a lot longer than I normally would have - normally I would scoff, tell her not to be so ridiculous and a monkey could do that work and the conversation would turn to other issues. But this time I really let her talk it up before I told her she was being ridiculous. Now I agree with most people that it is hard to work out what HR Managers really DO - however I am certain that it is substantially more than placing ads on employment websites.
I made an executive decision and removed my ex & all his family from my Facebook friends on 1 Jan. It's not that I don't like them - his family are lovely. But I just don't want to keep looking back - we really have no common ground now, and the few conversations I have with my ex are very superficial and somewhat strained. It's obvious he's not particularly interested in a friendship with me, and that is absolutely fine - I have lots of wonderful friends! I don't really know what I am supposed to be to his family - I'll just always be that ex-girlfriend who keeps hanging around if I keep hanging around and I am definitely not that girl. So if any of you are reading this - I'm sorry if I hurt you by doing what I've done. And if you've just found out by reading my blog, I'm even more sorry!! It's not about you - it's about me and moving on and realising that to be the best I can be I have to keep looking forward. But I will always appreciate the time I had with you all. :)
I am currently reading Lance Armstrong's book, It's Not About the Bike. The man is an inspiration. I wikipedia'd him but it turns out he is happily in a relationship with someone who has had his child. My chances to wed him appear limited. Also, I can't ride a bike. So it may be that our relationship would be short-lived because I am just a little bit retarded. At one point about 6 weeks ago, I made my Facebook status "Bec is making a public commitment to learning to ride her bike before 31 Dec 2009". That date has now passed, some days ago. And still, I am unable to ride the bike. In fact, I did not even get the bike out of the garage after I wrote that status. It's just one of those things that is perpetually on my to-do list. I must learn this year. I've declared 2010 the Year of the Bec so maybe that means I'll acheive all those things I was too lazy/spastic/unco to do last year.
I've been playing a lot of Super Mario Bros on Wii with my youngest brother, Grant. When I say a lot, I mean up till 1am on school nights territory. It is addictive and exceedingly frustrating when we can't complete a level - the game gives you unlimited lives basically, so we just keep doing it over and over, often dying in the same spot time and time again. I've noticed some changes in the way I see things when I am not playing - for example, I find myself looking for turtle shells which may come careering towards me and knock me off the footpath, or make me shrink to half my current size. I look out for coins, and pipes I may be able to proceed down into hidden worlds. This happened to me when I was addicted to Mario Kart on Wii too - it completely took over my driving, I found myself experiencing strong urges to ram other drivers or shoot shells at them.
Must away to bed. This will be the first night in the last little while that my head hits the pillow before 1am!
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Tuesday 22 December 2009
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
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Saturday 19 December 2009
**WARNING: This post is really boring as I have been ill and not doing much. So only read on if you actually want a bit by bit recount of my life over the past week. It's really not been exciting at all.**
I have been the world’s biggest whinger lately and I am certain everyone is sick of hearing about how exhausted I am and how much my back aches. I was tested and I have low iron and low iron absorption – so I’ve started taking Vitamin C for the absorption and iron tablets for the iron, and eating lots of green leaves and steak. Let’s hope it sorts me out soon.
I have been the world’s biggest whinger lately and I am certain everyone is sick of hearing about how exhausted I am and how much my back aches. I was tested and I have low iron and low iron absorption – so I’ve started taking Vitamin C for the absorption and iron tablets for the iron, and eating lots of green leaves and steak. Let’s hope it sorts me out soon.
I think what brought all of this on is that I’ve not been eating the way I normally would for about the past 3 weeks. I don’t know why I suddenly went off the rails in such a big way – normally it would be a few m&ms here, a bit of banana bread there but never entire days or weeks where I just ate terribly. As a result, I haven’t eaten the same amount of red meat as I normally would. Then about a week ago when I got Jeff I may or may not have started not bothering with dinner if I was too tired – so I think that has made things worse.
The biggest victim in all of this is poor little Jeff! My patience for his jumping and running about like a goon has steadily been on the decline as I’ve become more and more tired, and I keep trying to remind myself that he’s just a little tiny puppy!! He’s such a sweetheart, he just wants to play all the time and it’s extremely cute. But when I am trying to clean poo and wee it’s less cute to find him gnawing on (a) my hand; or (b) the paper towel in my hand. I’ve just bought some stuff to sort out the deck so he can live outside. I thought I could be an inside pet person, but it turns out I really really can’t. I find myself bleaching and mopping all sorts of surfaces twice a day at the moment and I’m certain it is good for neither my sanity nor Jeff’s health. I guess my diagnosis of “borderline OCD” was slightly incorrect – I am fully fledged Obsessive Compulsive it would appear.
Jeff living outside doesn’t mean that I can’t be a good doggy-mummy though. I still plan to play with him all the time and take him with me everywhere! He wore his little car harness thing for the first time yesterday and moaned so much the whole way to where we were going that on the way back I didn’t make him wear it. He had managed to tangle it all up in the seat belt within about 5 seconds of getting in the car. I don’t know how he does it but he can get himself tied in knots quicker than I can blink.
So I’m TOTALLY over my crush. Facebook does wonders for these kinds of things I find – he joined a group called “Speak English or Piss Off”. I’m not at all interested in someone with such bigoted views. As an aside, my cousin (who is ½ Asian!) joined the same group. I find this completely bizarre – given all the times I’ve seen people speak down to my Mum (a crazy little Asian lady) for some unknown reason but treat my Dad (as Aussie as Aussie can be) with the utmost respect, I’ve absolutely no time for anyone who would judge someone based on such a factor. Yet my cousin, who also grew up the child of a mixed-race marriage and who I am sure must have had similar experiences with this behaviour seems completely unaffected by it. Strange. Maybe it’s some sort of weird “if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em” mentality.
Last night I started teaching my Dad how to use Facebook. He's been asking me for months to show him - I'd been avoiding it as I didn't know if either of us would have the patience. He picked it up well though, I was really impressed!! He said he just wants to be friends with me and my brothers at the moment while he shows himself all the ins and outs of it. I think it confuses him - he doesn't get the whole concept of status updates, he kept asking me who they were directed at. He was very excited to see Facebook suggested a friend for him that he used to work with - oh the wonders of technology!!
Today I had my hair done, I got 1/2 a head of highlights after tossing up on whether to go lighter or darker. The length is pretty much the same but she's really fixed the layers - I'm very happy with it overall. Also, I saw my dream man. He was unbelievably attractive and as I walked out his vision followed me - I was very flattered though I am sure he was looking at some very attractive young thing who happened to be in the same line of vision as me. However I shall continue to be flattered and pretend that he was actually watching me. There was one thing that was massive turnoff about him though - I saw him smoking. Oh well. I shall just appreciate his beauty. He was one of those dude that stand outside a hairdresser and try to get people to buy those promotional offers where you pay like $80 upfront and you get all these services for very little money. He was so manly. He looked like that Chris O'Donnell who starred in Batman & Robin.
When I went to the osteopath this morning there was a lady waiting in the reception area for her appointment with another practitioner. She looked quite hippyish, and was reading Who magazine. I was watching her, and her facial expressions became more and more confused and concerned as she turned each page. It was quite hilarious - she obviously doesn't have a Who addict wherever she works like we do in my workplace, or she'd realise that every issue is full of the same nonsense.
Finally, a MASSIVE congratulations to my two favourite 18 year olds, my brother Grant and his girlfriend Minna. They recently got their HSC results back and Grant got a tiny 97.2 and Minna got a measly 99.3. I am so unbelievably happy for and proud of both of you - you worked so hard and deserved the fantastic results you've achieved!!
- B xxx
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