Howdy from the toy chest - I'd give you all flowers and choc's as a sub-standard, sheepish here-I-am suck-arse but I know despite the cold shoulder that you can't help but check me out anyways. Yeah .... I love you too ....
So I best give you all a numeric update because .. well, you know why - foot notes to follow ..
1. Someone opened their door on my car while I was moving
2. I still haven't lost my christmas fat, in fact I have added one more kilo to the cellulite party on my arse. BUT, joy - I have gotten right back into my training in the last week and a half - it's a start
3. Life does not exist outside of camping - T-1 day and counting!!!!
4. Did I mention that someone dinged up my car?? My BENO ... holy mother of god panelbeater-man what on earth was she thinking
5. C is great
6. Jess no longer has a chicky babe but Demie has a boy sniffing her out, hence I am back into my training with big BIG heavy weights
7. Georgia and Amy are just sweet, without boyfriends
8. The mining job is on another 2 month hiatus (at least) thanks to the BHP Ravensthorpe shut-down. The mine I was going to is taking 60 of the Ravie workers
9. I'm off to the International Federation of Body Builders Pro Championships at the end of March - YAY!
10. I'm sure I already mentioned this but we are going camping and someone dinged my car; just so you know.
Twas a slightly overcast morn with the sweet smell of exhaust fumes in the air, when I set upon my car to transport the Georgia to school. The birds beaks were turning cherry red from the carbon emissions, the sun was hiding behind the abysmal clouds and it was going to be just another happy lil grey day in Albany. I pulled alongside this old van as I was heading to the carpark directly in front of where said van was parked WHEN .. dun dun dun.... I saw the van door opening out and .. right onto my bonnet and side panel. I hit the brakes and tried to swerve out but being that I was level with the door when she opened it, any razor-sharp reflexes and avoidance tactics were fanciful at best. She hit the front light cover, and it runs the length of my bonnet as well as the side panel and ends just shy of the mirror on the passenger side
I got out of the car and I went over to the lady, "are you ok?", "are your kids ok?", "is there anything I can do for you?", "do you need a lift somewhere?", "can I call someone for you?". I know, aren't I just a sweet little citizen? Instead of launching from my seat, frothing at the mouth yelling "WHY THE FUCK DIDN"T YOU LOOK OUT YOUR WINDOW YOU (badly) BLONDED EEJIT????" I just made sure she was ok and she didn't need anything. What a pansy.
And dudes, she was really really rude. Did she ask me if my kids were ok? Noooooo. Did she ask me if I was ok? Nooooooo. Instead Lady Lovely Locks sneered at me and kept looking at me like I was the home-job-hair-police about to fine her for her bad brass. At my request we exchanged details, I casually inquired if she was insured (No? Well thats going to sting because 1 measly little 10ml of touch-up paint for my car is like twenty five bucks. Three panels worth of damage is going to suck for you then).
After a good five minutes of putting up with nasty pasty I wanted to get a bit pissy myself and unleash bit of vitriol in her direction, but obviously it was just an accident so reiterating her total stupidity was a bad idea. In hindsight I am glad I kept it all in because it probably would have negated the lack lustre apology she bestowed on me with such sincerity "Uhhh .. yeah .... sorry". The apology of fault according to my insurance company.
So, after making sure there was nothing I could do for her (besides maybe standing still while she bludgeoned me with her semi-attached driver's door and then spontaneously combusting under her steely glare) I jumped in my car, picked up my mobile and rang C. As soon as he answered I howled and snivelled and hiccupped and shook and drove my sorry ass home. Gym was cancelled.
Lady lovely locks has to pay $3000 to fix my car.
There's not much to say about not having lost the Christmas fat. I was completely out of my training groove for about 10 - 12 weeks. I'm really not worried about it because I know now that I am rigorously training again it will come off. Speaking of training, it has been awesome and I have been able to put all my weights up (go the creatine!). I have also discovered that when you eat more you gain muscle mass easily and it stays. To be completely honest I am surprised that I did not gain more
weight in the time I had off because I was eating a whole lot of crap I knew I
shouldn't have been. It tasted good, I have a fat ass and big muscles - c'est la vie.
Moving on ...
We are going camping again! Except this time we are fully equipped with our own tent. After we came back from our last Outdoor Adventure we decided that we really did love it enough to kit ourselves out. We went to all 4 places here in town that stock camping gear, we compared prices, features and quality and then we vicariously took the plunge (lured by discount - nylon whores we are). We were excited and happy and excited - then we spent the next two weeks thinking we had bought the wrong one.
It wasn't until we set it up last weekend that we decided we would give this one a chance to prove itself before we condemned it. As doubtful as we may be of the tent, you couldn't say it isn't impressive. It's a giant beige/cammo green Taj Mahal with three bedrooms, an annexe and oodles of shade opportunities. With our deluxe RV shade attachment it morphs into a 4 bedroom home, each room with it's own entrance; and wall sized windows. Smick baby, smick. Our trepidation came from a) the fabric quality which the lady at Camping world assures us is as good as the majority (full money back guarantee if it shows any signs to the contrary) and b) our ability to make the annexe work without it flapping annoyingly in the breeze - which we have been able to rectify with some good sturdy tent poles the size of elephant legs and really impresive guy-ropes.
I'm heading out to Parry's tomorrow morning more than likely, while the rest of the family will follow Thursday afternoon. I want to set up camp and have some one on one time with the great outdoors before my darlings come join me for 5 days and 6 nights of wonderful wilderness. Beaching, fishing, exploring, good times, friends, fresh air and folleys. We are officially converts and we don ourselves Mr & Mrs Outdoorsy with training wheels.
C is wonderful as always, for Valentines day we just had a sickeningly great time. He got me all! 7! Seasons! of the West Wing - my favourite show EVER. I got him a new fishing rod, reel and tackle box (not that I am obsessing about camping or anything). Being back at work always makes him a bit aloof and testy but he is trying not to bring it home and I'm trying to let it go. We are cruising along nicely and we only dislike each other every third or fourth day and it's fleeting so we are cool. We are both super excited about blowing off the urban wasteland for the serene haven that is Parry's.
(I actually read once that you aren't supposed to blog about your differences/arguments with your partner but I say boo to that - there is no fun at all if I am not allowed to hang him out to dry on my internet blog for public whipping and disapproval - besides he gets to vet all the nasty shit I put up)
Oh just got a text - Muscle Milk is in at the health food shop - have to fly in and pick it up and then make damper dough, prep a camp oven stew, bag the curry and get the ingredients together for a chicken chasseur plus more more more for our camping trip. I'll try and get back later to do number 6 onwards
Chia xxxx