friday!

i’m in holiday mode already.  i’ve been in holiday mode since i got to work this morning.  thank goodness it hasn’t been busy so my not caring isn’t translated into someone else’s design request.  this weekend is our excursion to Phillip Island and i can’t wait.  i have to pack tonight and then we’re off tomorrow morning for four days of relaxation.  after the past couple of weeks i had at work, i so need it.

i’ll try to remember to take some pictures,  but we have to remember to bring a camera first!  the Brit and I are so crap at taking pictures.  i’ll write a note to myself to pack the camera but if it means sacrificing a pair of shoes in order to get it to fit,  then the camera will stay home  and i will describe the scenery to you in my next post.

and while i’m in such a good mood,  i still had my moments today:

being passive-aggressive
i was outside having a break and some jerk-off business guy with a cup of coffee wasn’t paying attention and bumped into a bike messenger who was writing something on his clipboard.  His coffee went everywhere – on the biker,  all over his paperwork, on his shoes… it sucked.  the jerk didn’t get any on him and didn’t apologise and just hurried into my office building.  he got into the same lift as me.  i go to level 17 and he goes to level 23.   i pressed the buttons for level 19, 20, 21 and 22 when he wasn’t looking.  a-hole.

being annoyed
the door handles to the bathroom (here at work) were wet.  eww. gross. 
someone is drinking my soy milk.  it has my  name on it.  in big black letters.what the crap?  they all make more money than me so they can buy their own stupid milk.  it’s not like it’s that good.
got stuck in a conversation about how i’m “settling in” down under.  note: i have worked with this person for 1.5 years

being unmotivated
i have managed to delegate every piece of work that has come in to someone else on my team.   it’s part of my management “skill set”
i had some printing done on the ninth floor and i’m too lazy to pick it up so i’ve asked them to send it to me in internal mail

it’s nice to know that no matter what kind of day i’m having,  i’ll never change.  i’ll always be me.  and i know that’s why you love me.  there’ll be a bit of radio silence from me until i get back on wednesday.  don’t miss me too much.

x

overpacking.

thisweekend is our anniversary excursion to Phillip Island. i can’t wait.  four days of relaxation.  this morning i told the Brit that he needs to take down my large suitcase so that i can pack.  mind you, this is the extra large suitcase i use when we go overseas for five weeks.  he looked at me in that “you know we’re only going for three nights” way. yeah i know but four days means at least eight pair of shoes (i need choices for weather, activity and amount of walking) not to mention clothes and other necessities.  be prepared.  that’s what i think. and it’s always better to have more than not enough.

mental health day.

i took half a day off work today to get some errands done and relax. i felt guilty at first,  but seeing as though there’s nothing to do at work, it didn’t take long to get over it.  work has really been getting to me and while writing about it provides some catharsis,  i really just needed to take a day away from it.  that’s what sick days are for, right?

i knew i needed the time off the moment i stepped into the elevator this morning.  we stopped at the ninth level to pick up a group of eager young professionals going up to my level for a meeting.  they couldn’t be more than 22.  hmm, i remember being 22.  the music changed to a Nirvana song – “The man who sold the world.”  One of the young’uns said that their parents liked this song and that David Bowie did a cover of it.  I could have piped up and said that i had that CD (though i was still quite young and couldn’t drive a car yet) and that actually David Bowie did the original.  But i kept my mouth shut and felt very old.  And the grouchiness set in.  my day was done.  whippersnappers.  anyone born after 1984 really depresses me.

i took a walk down our lovely brunswick street today to pop into a few shops and i think i saw it all:

• a guy jogging with a Kangol fedora and Birkenstocks ( i thought he was trying to catch a tram at first but he was serioulsy jogging)
• a goth /emo chick draped in black lace with a pink lacey parasol.  wtf? it wasn’t raining and it certainly wasn’t sunny.  she looked like an anime  character.
• a three legged dog.  he was cute. 
• a guy talking to a trash bin.
• a guy searching through a trash bin (not the same guy)

what a lovely day. i should do this more often.  i’ll need to find out how many more sick days i have left.

 

the epitome of fashion.

i have a pair or thick wooly socks which i’m wearing over my tights.  it’s quite a fashion statement – especially since i’m walking around with no shoes on either. 

on sunday i wore slippers to the supermarket.  the Brit actually applauded my bold choice of footwear – for once i was concerned more with comfort than style.

on my way to work,  i was walking past a shop window and noted a dress that i really liked.  while i was outside taking a quick break (with shoes, sans socks), i noticed a woman wearing that dress.  she had to be at least ninety years old and she had a mullet.

it wasn’t until about noon that i noticed i was wearing my cardigan inside out.

i think i’m slowly losing it.  soon i’ll be the crazy lady that talks to the produce at the grocery store.  i’ll talk about how i used to wear prada shoes but now prefer the style and comfort of green cable-knit socks.

housekeeping.

just needed to get a few things out of the way.

andrew!  got the penguin pass!  thanks!  can’t wait! it’s this weekend. 

to the kiwi – dude, i totally forgot to record The Biggest Loser tonight.  sorry.  i won’t be home in time  and i know i could do it online but i typed in the wrong password 4 times and got locked out (i’m crap).  and i’m not going to tell the Brit to rush home so he can record a programme that i claim to not really like/watch regularly.  when i get home later tonight, you can sing the “you are crap song” to me.

to my Twin – i’m so happy to hear about your cat!  that is great news!  i knew i had magical healing powers!

confessions of an anti-housewife.

i’m thinking about my overall crapness in the area of “wifely duties” and i figured i’d share with you. it may make my last post even more profound.

i fake make the bed.  i just smooth the sheets out and fling the duvet on top and sort of arrange the pillows.  we’re going to mess it up later anyway.  the Brit actually makes the bed – you know,  taking the pillows off, pulling the sheets up and making sure they are even and taut and then pulling up the duvet and folding the sheets over and fluffing the pillows… bah! i don’t have time for that.

sometimes, when i’m really lazy,  i use the dishwasher.  we hardly ever use it because there is just two of us.  but when i get home from work,  finish my workout and look at the pile of dishes from the night before, i just can’t be bothered and i put them in the dishwasher.  they are clean, dried and put away before the Brit gets home from work.  I get praise for being so good.  it’s a win-win situation if you ask me.

i don’t clean bathrooms.  ewww. gross.  that’s a boy’s job (and thankfully, the Brit recognises this and makes it part of his boy chores).

i think i’ve already talked about how i “do the ironing“

the Brit is in charge of grocery shopping because i cannot be trusted.  if left with me,  our cupboards would be full of cereal, french fries, cake mix and cookies.

when doing a load of laundry,  i actually have to call the Brit to ask him how to work the washing machine.

see what i mean?  and he puts up with it.  that is because i am the best in so many other ways.  i remind him of that every time he’s putting my neatly folded laundry away.

economy stimulus.

it’s very dangerous being bored at work.  i bought two dresses.  i was only meant to get one for an upcoming wedding.  the Brit said they were both nice and i should get them both.  bad bad influence.  he’s an enabler.

tag! i’m it.

My twin has passed this WHY I Love Hubby award on to me so now it’s my turn to wax lyrical about the Brit.  I reserve the right to go back and change this post once the Brit’s new vacuum has surpassed me for the number one spot.

there are so many reasons and it’s not why i love the Brit so much but it’s more like how can i not love the Brit?  he’s so good and i’m so crap most of the time but yet he still adores me.  how can that be? (and i can be REALLY crap sometimes).

he pretty much gets me anything i want – esp. when i’m grouchy. 
he cooks me breakfast every weekend.
when we go out, he always packs snacks for when i get hungry and grouchy.  it shuts me up until we find a place to eat.
i spend loads of money and shoes, clothes and bags and he doesn’t say a word.  he actually encourages it.
he humours me when i’m being bitchy and pms-y.
he makes me feel like a princess even when i don’t deserve it.
he eats soy ice cream because i can’t have normal ice cream during lent.

i don’t know what to call it, mainly because i can’t get my head around the enormity of it.  unconditional love, respect, understanding.  words i can use to describe it but it doesn’t even come close.  whatever it is,  i feel it every day and i know he does too.  it is ingrained in everything that we do and say.

and i can go on… but being all mushy like this isn’t my style.  eww.  it makes me feel all weird, especially on a monday morning when thoughts of getting stuck in the elevator with the man on my floor who wears too much Old Spice and talks too much is more appealing than work.  as i type this,  i see a little email from the Brit pop up in the corner of my screen that says “i love you. you make me smile.”  how sweet is that?  and i email him first thing in the morning with things like “did you pay the rent?” “did you call the repairman?”  “can you order this dress for me?  link attached”  see how crap i am?  he makes me want to be better and that says a lot because i think i’m the best.

my brilliant weekend.

i am ecstatic it’s friday.  i’d do a little dance if i weren’t wearing painful non-sensible shoes.  whenever i stand up,  my calves feel like they’re going to fall off and my toes feel swollen.  maybe i’m a masochist.

this is my weekend to cheat religion and forget about lent.  saturday we are going to the Flower Drum for a pre-anniversary dinner and i am SO excited.  i wish they had a website so you can see how fabulous they are but you’ll just have to take my word for it.  earlier that day,  we’re going to see ‘madama butterfly’ which i’ve been looking forward to for months.

sunday, we laze around and vacuum things – or the Brit vacuums and i watch and marvel - ”ooh, aaah!”  maybe we’ll do some shopping.  maybe we won’t.  who knows.  not knowing is the fun of it.

i am eating as little as possible in preparation for tomorrow’s gluttony …  and i only worked out only two days this week due to some late nights at the office and my motivation to do it today has just gone out the window.  i’m trying to maintain my surprise weight loss for the week and fit back into a size 4.

i have no stories to share with you,  i managed to go thru the day without humiliating myself and i kept to myself so i didn’t get to hear any fascinating stories about people’s plans for the weekend.  i did get invited to a poker night – the only girl.  i declined (and why don’t i have any friends?).  i’ll take their money some other night.

i hope you all have a lovely weekend.  to my Twin with a very sick cat – chin up and i’m sending you good vibes all the way from melbourne.  back on monday.

x

it’s going to be one of those days.

i know it already.  how do i know?  i was walking into work, waiting for the light to turn green and i contemplated walking in front of an on coming tram to get out of going into work this morning.  roll on friday.