WOOHOO!!! See that “7″ up there at the front? That is a major milestone. I haven’t cracked the 80kg window since before I fell pregnant with Sasquatch. I’m feeling pretty smug today.
There won’t be a weigh-in post next week, as I will be in Victoria at Mandie’s, helping her get set up for Bendi.
Meet the reason for my five-day blog-silence (for which my apologies). I took this pic a couple of days ago.
Since then, the one on the left has grown substantially – it’s almost done. The right-hand sleeve is also moving along nicely. I have every reason to believe that they will both be finished by Friday (knock wood!), so that I can seam everything up over the weekend, in plenty of time to pack for Bendi.
Nine more sleeps until the big wool party! Yay!
Yep. Started raining about 3 o’clock yesterday afternoon. Hasn’t stopped since.
I tried last night to gently hint to Sasquatch that the carnival might be cancelled. My youngest son is normally the subtlest of children, but he either missed or just ignored the clues I threw him, because this morning when I woke him up, he rolled over, stretched like a cat, and said in his sleepy, husky morning-voice “It’s going to be so much fun today!”
“It’s raining, muffin,” I said. “The carnival won’t be on today.”
And the lip dropped. It was like every cheesy 1970’s velvet painting of a sad clown ever perpetrated all landed on his face at once. It took quite a while (and the promise of an ice-cream at lunch) to happy him up.
And to Regenia and Tinkingbell, and anybody else who may be interested in the cookbook, it’s still very much in the planning stages. We hope to have them ready for sale by the middle of Term 4 this year (late October – early November, maybe?). I promise to give you all a heads-up as soon as they are available. We have some seriously good cooks among the parents and friends of the school, so stay tuned - this book will be a good’un!
So here we are, ten weeks in, and just under the halfway point, weight-wise, and I’m a happy camper.
This week has been crazy busy (just for a change of pace). We’ve had parent-teacher conferences, P&C meetings, fundraising committee meetings (the school’s major fundraiser this year is a cookbook, for which I have been volunteered as the person in charge of collecting, collating and formatting all the recipes ready for printing. By the way, you’ll all be wanting a copy, right?), yesterday I worked in the canteen and had my brain well and truly picked by the new canteen manager regarding last year’s carnival, and today I went shopping in Orange. With all this going on, I somehow managed to squeeze in a couple of workouts, but not nearly as much exercise as I’d like.
Tomorrow is supposed to be the Athletics Carnival. I say supposed, because the forecast is for 6*C (42.3*F) and thunderstorms. It wouldn’t be a school Athletics Carnival if it wasn’t rained out at least once. I’m rostered on for working in the canteen, as well as the anticipated hilarity of watching Sasquatch in the Egg & Spoon race and Under & Over Ball, and all the other novelty events that the littlies do every year. Boyo, of course, has much more serious stuff to do: proper track and field events, like Discus, Shot-Put, Long-Jump and High-Jump. He’s very excited. I’ll endeavour to get pics for your edification and amusement.
Assuming it goes ahead. [Looks out the window at the grey and louring sky and laughs sardonically.]
Mmmm, blocky goodness.
Wow! You guys had even busier days than me! Especially since I had an epiphany shortly after I posted yesterday, and emailed T.S., suggesting that I could hold dinner for 24 hours, allowing me to purchase the good Trunkey Creek pork from the Farmer’s Markets this morning. Now, my husband, being a true connoisseur of the noble pig, was all over that idea, so the plan was changed and accordingly, we got ourselves up bright and early this a.m., forsook our traditional Saturday morning observances (sitting around watching the cartoons in our pj’s while eating dry breakfast cereal like pop-corn), and headed over to Bathurst.
I really have to remember to take the camera with me next time, so that I can share with you the unspeakable cuteness of my Sasquatch eating a soft pretzel the size of his head, as well as all the beautiful fresh produce. Of course, a decent chunk of same came home with us, and some of that became this:
It was very, very good. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a penitential date with my exercycle.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa…
Today is going to be one of those days where I need to break the laws of time and space just to get everything done.
So I’d better get amongst it.
How’s your day shaping up?
Yep, it’s bloaty-week again, and I am stuck on the same weight. At least I haven’t gained anything, and I’m good for a big chunk of water-loss next week, plus whatever I can lose by fair means or foul.
In other news, both my horrible children are still alive after last Saturday’s escapade (although Sasquatch is doing his very best to alter that by being a ghastly little pain in the butt. Last night he was sent to bed a full hour earlier than usual because he hit his brother with a cricket stump. Once again, the punishment had nothing to do with his crime, or his bad-tempered tendency to haul off and belt anyone who pisses him off, it was just pure meanness on my part).
The classroom portion of my TAFE course is mercifully over. I had my last day on Tuesday. I’ve completed about 2/3 of the required units, the rest of which I will be picking up through flexible delivery next semester. Annoyingly, the TAFE holidays don’t mesh with the School holidays, only overlapping by one week. The new TAFE semester starts on the 20th July, and school goes back on the 27th. I have to do some finding out whether I have to be there, or at least available on the first day, because the 20th was the day I was planning on coming back from Bendi. Hopefully, I won’t have to cut short the fun.
There is knitting happening, but mostly it is that stealth project, so I can’t really talk about it here.
I’ll keep you posted.
Today was the first nice weather we’ve had on a weekend in a couple of months, so when the boys wanted to play outside, I had no qualms about letting them. At five o’clock I went out to call them in.
No answer.
I thought they might have gone back inside through the laundry, so I went to look for them in that end of the house.
Nothing.
“Hide from me, will you?” I thought, and went back out to check behind the shed and in the shrubby corners of the yard.
Still nothing.
I went back inside to check in cupboards and under beds.
More nothing.
I muttered a few choice epithets under my breath and popped next door to drag them back by the ears.
They weren’t there either.
Finally, after forty minutes of both Tech Support and I searching on foot, by which time it’s pretty near fully dark, and after popping over to Sasquatch’s best friend’s house to see if they’d gone over there (unlikely, as BF’s mother is a friend and would have either called me or kicked their scrawny little bums all the way home, saving me the trouble), I run home to get the car and hear giggling little voices in the shed (an area well established as off limits to children). The little *#$%^&!s had climbed into the old car in there and had been playing for over an hour.
My hands are still shaking as I type this.
And I am the meanest mother alive because I sent them to bed with no dinner.
Ye. Gods.
I need a belt – my jeans are sliding down in a ridiculous fashion, but I don’t want to buy size 14, because I’m shooting for a size 12 (for my American friends: Australian size 12 = U.S. size 8). I’ve never made it down to a 12 in the nine-and-a-bit years since Boyo was born – I came close about seven years ago, but then I fell pregnant with Sasquatch, and everything went ka-blooey.
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