Procrastination...truly a work out for the mind

So I went for my first run yesterday in about two months....I had a lot going on as I kept banging on about previously, I also had bronchitis and the doc told me to stop running... I swear it. So yeah anyway, i thought, 'right, Im moved, Im unpacked, Im not sick, ex is minding mini man, whats your excuse this time lady?' and I didnt have an answer for myself. So I put on my runners, my fully sick make you go faster and longer nike running leggings (you arent a true runner if you dont have these you know!) a hoodie as it was bloody freezing and i was out the door. Thought I would head for a run down somewhere Balmoral way....but I needed a fully sick go faster and longer running cap (as you cant go running without one you know)...my awesome trucker cap from Penang just wasnt cutting it anymore...neither was ex's 'girls gone wild' cap. So I popped into Lorna Jane to get a special fang dangled one, and was in there for about 20 minutes umming and ahhing over what colour combo would make me go faster and look more professional. Once chosen, I was again out the door...buuuuut I happened to have a voucher from OPSM tucked into my little zip compartment in the back of my pants and thought, 'hey why not check out some sunnies, I just so happen to have my complimentary fifty buck voucher on me that medibank gave me...wont take long, just a quick sneek peek'....lo and behold OPSM was closed...damn it, what kind of tom foolery is this???, this run is getting closer and closer....quick think, what else can I mindlessly do to stop me from starting this god awful chore...ummmm nothing....because it takes bloody 5 minutes to walk up and down the shops in mosman along military road...look I love it here, but please sort this issue out mosman council, or whoever is in charge of putting more cool stores in....I need more procrastination time. So after much ado about seriously bloody nothing I bit the bullet and walked sensibly (didnt run as I could have tripped) down the hill to Balmoral to start my little run. So anyway this story is quite boring so Im going to wind it up, I got down to the bottom, had a jog and walked back up the evil evil stairs at the east end (or is it South?) of Balmoral and they KILLED ME! i think i have shin splints, if thats what you call it. All in all, I probably ran for about 10 minutes and then walked up the stairs which was another 5, so a 15 minute work out isnt too bad, my procrastination work out I am a lot more proud of....all up that was probably about 50 minutes. God exercise is the devils work, and I seriously do not understand people that bang on about feeling so awesome and energised after a work out...I NEVER feel that, I just feel tired and want to go to bed. Anyhoo, procrastinating is fun and healthy and Im all for it, in moderation of course. Was nice to head to Balmoral for my pretend run too, so beautiful down there, even on a crap day. On the way back home I got my usual skim cap as a reward and got a text from a friend asking if I would like to catch up with him for a drink in the city....i was listening to S & M by rihanna, getting my groove on and thought  'yes I am definitely up for some single gal action in the city with some lovely gay boys' ex has mini man, lets do it. An hour later, we pretty much texted each other at the same time saying we cant be f**ked, we are getting too old and staying in where its nice and warm...he must have had a really hard procrastinating work out too Im guessing.

Way to start the day

Just woke up crying singing 'jar of hearts' and the weird thing is, I knew all the words in my dream and had an awesome voice but I'm trying to remember them now and I can't and my voice sux. I dreamt a friend was saying the reason ex and I broke up was so he could make way for his new younger version ..... This hasn't happened yet but the sad thing is, it probably will, hopefully in real life he will be a bit more tactful, I know he isn't heartless. I have woken up so many times in the past crying, I mean before all this happened, I had so many dreams where he left me for someone else and was so cruel about it, I would actually wake up sobbing. Maybe it was a premonition. Why can't I dream of winning lotto numbers or cures for cancer or something!! I know he isn't like this in real life and cares and loves me very much still bit its still f**ked......and now my eyes are red and sore and I can't get this song out of my head, I love the song but it's not exactly an uplifting way to start the day :( boo me. Here is a picture of our beautiful mini man to lift the spirits, we got something right at least.

Its been a while...

For many things but lets not delve too deep into those issues. So in a quick review/round up over the past week and a half (dont want to dribble on too much of course) I have moved house in the worst wet weather sydney has seen all year, im sure i wasnt the only one moving that day but it sure bloody felt like it, had my ex pils round to help me get sorted...what a godsend!, unpacked, had the flu and felt like I was swallowing razor blades for 5 days, revisited one of my loves Mr Minsky (this was obviously before flu came along) with a girlfriend, (who Im pretty sure has been replaced by a younger city slicker top 40 rehasher type...not complaining), unpacked,  been hit on by a 25 yr old riot squad copper(again...not complaining :) who thought I was 27,too hot to be a mum (offensive much ?!?!?) and hotter than Miranda Kerr...., cos she was too airbrushed...is that a compliment? he was well maggot and it was very dark so Im writting off that whole episode , been to a lovely baby shower, had my supermum fall off the back decking steps possibly breaking a rib, had the garbos literally skim the top of my otto bin cos it was too full and dump it in the gutter leaving it there, helped my ex move (his new place is not too shabby I must say), got lots of supportive "you go girl" messages on facey which was nice, unpacked, had cleaners come through the manly place, do a shit job, complained, got them out again, ummm, had my first house guests (other than, ex, family etc) antioxidant coffee and choccy slice was had.....so grown up, had a lovely note by a concerned new neighbour left on my windscreen saying that if i am not a resident then I should not be parking here....bloody council chic gave me the wrong parking sticker, listened to 20 year olds fighting out the front of my place saying they were going to 'effing kill you with this bottle'... (nice....kind landlord, PLEASE bloody hurry up and fix my front door lock) ummmmmmmmmmm, been to kirribilli markets (DISAPPOINTING!!!, well it was today anyway, actually got 9 greeting cards for $15 so not a huge waste of time, and the seller told me they are cards they sell to DJ's...hmmmm, fancy), unpacked, driven my poor broken ribbed muma back home up the coast, driven back down, unpacked, lost the cords to my printer (can you by just printer cords?) Waiting to hear news of a good friends buba arrival in the UK...anyday now, realised how underrated good pegs are,...I love hanging up washing....sad i know. Ummmmm what else, sorted out a massive 'to sell' pile which I will probably never get round to doing, covered myself in 100 briuses....sexy, not epilated my legs for a week.....sexy, had a few massive cries trying to adjust to this whole new thing and a new house (Im still sleeping with a night light...yikes....bunny girl doesnt mind though), given mini man his first maccas happy meal (sorry nanny Chris, sushi train was PACKED and we werent waiting for 45minutes) unpacked....The best news of all though is that mini man loves his new digs, has slept through every single night, and even woke me up at 11pm a couple nights ago cos he was giggling so hard in his sleep. Thank god I made it through, sorry, I mean thank god, WE made it through. Right I think thats about it.....good to get it all off my chest, speaking of which I dont have one, as I have lost a wee bit of weight with all the stress/work/mentalness going on...time for a boob job me thinks as I sure as hell dont want to put weight back on! wow...that was a massive dribble on.

urgggggggggh

So effing typical! Day before the 'big day' of moving and its bloody raining cats, dogs and the whole bloody zoo and is meant to continue for a few days. Why god why do you punish me so? and this combined with feeling like crapola after yet another girls gone wild night out with another chickadee of mine. This was on Sunday night and I still feel like something my son dragged in from the darkest depths of the compost heap out the back. Oh well these trying times just make us stronger and there are worse things going on the world thats for sure. Sunday was fun, myself and my partner in crime headed down for a last hurrah to Manly Wharf for some cheeky bevies and a perve on some young lads...not too young of course. This I can safely say was accomplished this time, not like Thursday nights efforts and the perve factor being non existent. After the wharf we were dragged....(actually thats a lie, we quite happily complied) to the good ol Boat Shed.. I must say, in all my time i have not had the pleasure of meeting said establishment until Sunday night....and it did not disappoint, seedy, stinky, cheesy tunes and half cut manly maggots stumbling about....good times had by all. I must point out, and reiterate if I havent already, I do not make it a regular thing to hit the town and act like a crazy lady....just at the moment while I am still coming to terms with all thats going on, well thats my excuse anyway for now. So I have spoken to the removalists and they told me its fine to move in the rain, we just need to go get plastic covers for everything...awesome, as if I dont have enough to do today! Thats ok, I am strong, here me roar, I can do it. I dont know why I freak out, my mum raised me and my bro by herself from the ages of 5 and 10 or something like that and we had to do a huge move. After staying in a house for 15 years the amount of absolute crap you can accumulate is quite scary but she managed (as she has super human powers, Im sure mini man thinks that of me too) and Im sure we will manage too....if only this rain would kindly take its sorry ass to another part of the globe....at least for tomorrow anyway.
Look out Manly!

Fragile much?

Yes would be the answer. I had a girls night out on the town the other night with two of my besties and, we quite frankly tore the town a new behind! We ripped that s**t up (well in my eyes we did)!!! Am I a bad mum? I seriously felt like it the next day, felt guilty for drinking a wee bit too much, hungover and generally sorry for myself (this last sorry for myself feeling is becoming a regular occurrence). Mini man was totally fine and none the wiser and I certainly dont go out all the time but when you are freshly single, you need to get out there and shake what yo mumma gave you...this I accomplished. Ex goes out all the time, so whats good for the goose is good for the gander or something like that (another classic mum quote, thanks mum). We started off for a drinky poo at the Establishment in the city, my god its a meat market, perhaps a jungle even, in there, I forgot what its like, then we headed to the new Star City to check out its fancy pants makeover....looks amazing but wow it was DEAD, I think they really need to ramp up the advertising for this place and having experienced the oh so awesomeness that is vegas, it was kind of a let down..but then we are apparently a fair way behind in the casion department. Anyhoo, we had a yummy Italian dinner at Balla, chugged down some pinot and thought lets head back to the meat market for some perving and dancing...dancing was had but as far as perving....what a let down. Come on guys, show us what you've got!! All in all it was a really fun night with two of my chickadees and cant wait to do it again tonight...I kid I kid. Someone has to be responsible around here....but to be responsible you also have to let loose once in a while, thats my motto and Im sticking to it.

Easter Monday Yum Chaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Cha! yum cha yum cha yum cha....another one of my great loves. Actually yum cha is a little family thing that myself, mini man and mini mans dad love doing together, so in honor of it being Easter Monday and of our time in Manly town winding up, we thought we would go treat ourselves to all things yummy and cha at Manly Phoenix......it didnt disappoint as usual. Yep ex and I still go out and do normal things with our mini man which is good, its really weird, we love hanging out together and have fun together but we just arent 'together'. Anyway Im just glad that we can hang out as a family still, mini man loves it and possibly loves yum cha even more (he wouldnt be alone in this thought) if the shots below are anything to go by. In saying that, its moving day in a weeks time and I dont think Ive really come to terms that its just going to be me and mini man in our new place.. I am starting to get a bit nervous and anxious and freaking out about the little things like the security of the doors ( I am a massive security nut, and have been known to push wardrobes up against doors when staying in strange places to make it more difficult for anyone trying to break in...as they do), who will take the huntsman's outside that creep in, and HOW (and this is a big one) the f**k am I going to watch American Horror Story by myself ? I think I may have to IQ that one and watch it when mini man is asleep during the day...all very valid and serious points. Anyway only time will tell Im guessing.

My new bff

I loooooooooooooove foxtel. Who am I kidding, foxtel has always been my bff, there is nothing new about this. Bunny girl, always has a place in my heart and is my longest standing wingman but foxtel is definitely my bff. After I calmed down from my mini/major meltdown on sat arvo I resigned myself to the fact that I will be spending this saturday easter night on my lonesome once mini man is tucked away in the land of nod. Thats cool, I can deal with this, actually i have been since mini mans arrival really, I mean we still did go out for date nights everynow and then and the odd girl out on the town night, but most saturday evenings were spent with good ol foxy and a nice bottle of something mind numbing (like most parents really). Anyhooski, I'm rambling. So this Saturday I got all prepared to spend my evening with my bestie and look at this awesome gem that I stumbled upon!!!! Um, like whatever, like nah ahhhhh! totes, defo, omg are you for realz, hellsy yeah!!!

 Yes I am showing my age BUT...my night just got 1000 times better, what can I say, Im easily pleased. Romy and Michele's High School Reunion is one of those movies you can watch at least once a week and go 'oh my god, I didnt see that last week when I watched it' . It truly is a work of cinematic genius, that has its viewers on the edge of their seats, wondering what madcap harebrained scheme these two chickadees are going to throw at us next. Its a wild adventure folks and you need to hold onto your hats with this one. Ok my last few sentences may have been slightly exaggerated but thats truly how awesome it is.

So that in a nutshell is why foxtel is my bestie (along with bunny girl of course), you often stumble upon little gems that brighten your world even if its just for a few hours. I wonder who I would pick if I had to choose between foxy and my Who mag....hmmm, that is a toughy actually but I think foxy comes out on top...just. As if I would ever give up, True Blood, Real Housewives of B H, Jersey Shore, Gossip Girl etc etc etc, the list is endless, well on my IQ recording list it is. Anyway again, Im rambling. If its one thing I implore to anyone who is single, about to be single, or just after some awesome alone time viewing (or with a gathering, its your choice), Foxtel will solve all your dilemmas, or maybe you are a book person and if you are thats cool too....my books are all bloody packed so that aint me at the moment.

Just what I needed....

I have a subscription to Who....its really a necessity rather than a want. Every Thursday I get excited about my special little surprise Ill get in the letterbox and how I can look at all the juicy scandals and photos of everything celeb...Who never lies, I know cos a special friend of a friend who has a source told me so (not like some other mags I care not to mention, although I devour these also). Anyhooski, now that I am a single muma, I really right about now need some morale boosting in the feeling/looking hot department and of course the issue that comes along this week is all about bloody beautiful people 2012 and, low and behold who do we have on the cover this week Miranda BLOODY Kerr...look Im not a Miranda hater, I, like the rest of the world think she is stunning, and Australias answer to Sandy from Grease (hang on Sandy was Australian wasnt she?) but Im sick of looking at her genetically blessed gorgeousness.....'dont get the magazine then' I hear you shout out in frustration...but what can I do when its delivered right to my door? Oh the dilemmas!!

Anyway I got over it, Miranda is hot, I'd go there if I was that way inclined, or maybe even if I wasnt...who wouldnt really, but Im happy with what Ive got, and if you dont like it then I dont give a toss and you arent the one for me...not that Im looking for 'the one' right now anyway of course.

Mother of a.........

meltdown....yep, I knew it was coming, well it wasnt of 'mother' proportions i dont think, more like a mini mother meltdown. Oh woe is me....Basically I went ape sh*t not because of ex and mine's split (well I guess ultimately it is that) but rather because he was going out with his lovely sister to the lovely opera bar for some lovely drinks...and I got a wee bit jealous, I love having lovely drinks with his lovely sister at lovely bars!!. The stupid part is, is that i was actually invited to come too, as mini mans nan was happy to babysit, and I mean what ex's dont socialise after splitting 2 weeks beforehand, its totally normal...right? or if I didnt want to go with them then i could have done my own thing, but instead i got all sorry for myself, had a tanti like one of mini mans if i refuse him playschool and stalked off upstairs to have a good cry and tell myself that no one really likes me or cares!!! What an idiot!! As I know this is nowhere remotely the truth....how could you not love me???...lets be honest now folks. Anywho, after having a cry and calming down and getting some more packing done (this is quite therapeutic to be hoesnt, im pretty sure I didnt bin too many of ex's cherished business books) I texted ex to let him know all is good and Im not ready for the loony bin just yet...that might be in a week and a bit when its moving day. So the moral is, have a tanti, have a cry, have something....just let it ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut.

This is my creative tanti face that i mastered all by myself. its quite easy, you just use to rolls of packing tape and some wooden stacking toy thingys and place on a child size blue desk...as shown above.

Look what I found?

How funny and also appropriate, was going through mini mans books (yep he's a reader of fine literature already) to pack up and came across this one....Im not naming names as I think the title says it all, couldnt have come across this little gem at a more perfect time. Like i keep saying though, its all good in the hood, just had to share this pearler with the world. Happy Easter to all and to all a good night.

I love my ex....but BG all the way

he is the father of mini man, and still one of my bestest buds despite us splitting buuuuuuut, this is what Im relegated to in the wake of our breakup...

Yep we are still living in the same house for the next two weeks until the lease is up and we move to our own places... and this is my room, it was once the lovely spare room where all our lovely guests would stay for lovely fun times. Now its my room with lots of lovely boxes and just general crap floating around everywhere, lucky I aint no princess...well not at the moment anyway, Im tired enough. You may notice a stuffed bunny next to my pillow, BG (her name is bunny girl) was given to me by one of my closest girlfriends when I was 18, I think it was during a breakup I was going through back then....who would have thought that bunny girl would have stuck with me all these years through thick and thin, the poor thing is down to one ear but she is a survivor...she gives me strength and I will use this strength to get through the next two weeks before mini man and I move to our new place. No, its actually all good between me and my ex, most of the time, I have moments of tearing up but we are still going to be great mates and share in the amazing job of bringing up our mini man together. My friends ask if its awkward living with him, but its not, we still laugh at the same lame jokes he still performs all his bodily functions for me (to mini mans delight) and we are carrying on (almost) the same....just in separate rooms and with strictly no hanky panky. It will be weird at first I admit when we go to our own places but you know who will be by my side...thats right...bunny girl!! BG I salute you!!! Now hop along and deliver some easter goodies.                                             

The question on everyones lips....

Did the fridge fit the space at the new place? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, urgh...but the owner was there and kindly suggested we place it elsewhere in the kitchen where it will fit and not look too shabby...smart man. Pity our fridge doesnt look like a work of art though, oh well, with mini mans awesome doodling Im sure we can make it into one. God the thought of having to sell the bast**d was doing my head in so I would have been happy to keep it on the roof  in the harshest of  Mosman elements if needs be. Another awesome thing, the backyard wont get any snakes or wild animals roaming through it but maybe a few scary spiders...Im serious, he mentioned this to me and my ex pil (ex parents in law...yes we still hang out and they are like my second set of folks plus they are mini mans nanny and pop so I dont have a choice in the matter) mind you I think he was from sweeden so he in all seriousness thought this was a possibility in Mosman, very sweet for warning us though. Actually here is a shot of my ex fil (ex father in law) battling with one of the spiders we came across, was on google and everything!

                                                               
Well I guess taronga zoo is just round the corner so you never no!!

Can a scrummy bum get scrummier?

Answer - No...unless they are sitting with Bert and Ernie

Mother of a... to do list

To do lists, some peeps love them some not so much. I am one of the peeps that loves them, they help me in times of need and times of a crisis...like now. Can you do too many lists though? they tend to become a bit redundant when you repeat the same thing from one to the other just to ease your conscience and make you think you are actually getting stuff done. Oh well, it makes me feel better. So on todays awesome list, we have Measuring the fridge space at the new place to see if ours fits (anyone for a stainless steel side by sider? ), sort through stuff to sell on ebay (will I actually do this...probably not), write our termination letter to our current agent...done and crossed off thank you very much, book removalists...done and dusted..yet again, cross off the list. Man Im on fire come to think of it...then we have your generic grocery list...done that this morning.yesssssss, I am getting stuff done, see I knew I was a list person deep down, why would I ever question them..You can have one or you can have 100 on the go...its all good! I love lists, oh yes I do, lists are awesome whoopdy do....and Im a poet and didnt know it (as my mum would say, thanks mum). Things just keep getting better and better.

                                            

Oh Manly, how I will miss thee

Wow my first blog ever! Very exciting, well for me anyway. We have lived in Manly for the past two years, coming from the north shore. I looooooooooooove Manly and really dont want to leave now. But alas our time here is up, lease is coming to an end in two weeks and then its me and mini man moving to the ever so posh suburb of Mosman and my ex moving somewhere close by to lend a hand...with mini man of course, not me. Anyway, have taken some happy snaps of the beachside suburb I have grown to love.....oh how I will miss reading the Manly Daily and its ah..daily goings on, specially the section where it states how many guys have pi**ed in the corso on a drunken saturday night out. Oh and I coloured my hair today, it was a bit of a cheap brassy blond before, which I probably should have kept since I am single now  and need to attract some suiters, however since Im heading to Mosmano, i really do need to fit in and be a wee bit posher me thinks. Ok ciao for now.