Monday, May 4, 2009
HAPPY LABOUR DAY!
Holy poo bags, I am so terrible at detoxifying my body! I decided after last weekend (ANZAC Day - always messy no hard how I try) that I would not let pesky little baddies into my body for a good period of time. Michael doesn't count. Hmm, too crass?
And Coffee with a capital C doesn't count as a toxant, it's considered a life necessity. Food, shelter, water, coffee. And not necessarily in that order. So don't think I was attempting to give up that baby or anything ridiculous like that.
But, the weekend came...and I did get through Friday AND Saturday successfully (albeit a little uneventfully). It was Sunday bbq at Spike's house that was my downfall. I couldn't help it! The boys drove over and came knocking at my door. And what did I have planned for the night? A Turkey sandwhich for dinner and watching who wore what on the red carpet to the 51st TV Week Logie Awards. (Btw, a crying shame, a down right abomination that Ian 'Harold' Smith didn't win. Whoever voted for that blonde lady deserves onions rubbed in their eyes.)
So I grabbed the bottle of white Mum left in the fridge (thanks mummy) and got on with it. Helped along with generous cups of Vanilla Vodka (Absolut Duck as Birdy would say) and Lift from the Spike Monster. Oh dearrr. At least I didn't spew...I don't think. Went to bed with my head spinning and woke up with it aching. The little seedy feeling in my tummy is still persisting even now. Gross.
Oh well.
FOUR MORE DAYS TIL MICK COMES HOME FROM FIELD! XO
And Coffee with a capital C doesn't count as a toxant, it's considered a life necessity. Food, shelter, water, coffee. And not necessarily in that order. So don't think I was attempting to give up that baby or anything ridiculous like that.
But, the weekend came...and I did get through Friday AND Saturday successfully (albeit a little uneventfully). It was Sunday bbq at Spike's house that was my downfall. I couldn't help it! The boys drove over and came knocking at my door. And what did I have planned for the night? A Turkey sandwhich for dinner and watching who wore what on the red carpet to the 51st TV Week Logie Awards. (Btw, a crying shame, a down right abomination that Ian 'Harold' Smith didn't win. Whoever voted for that blonde lady deserves onions rubbed in their eyes.)
So I grabbed the bottle of white Mum left in the fridge (thanks mummy) and got on with it. Helped along with generous cups of Vanilla Vodka (Absolut Duck as Birdy would say) and Lift from the Spike Monster. Oh dearrr. At least I didn't spew...I don't think. Went to bed with my head spinning and woke up with it aching. The little seedy feeling in my tummy is still persisting even now. Gross.
Oh well.
FOUR MORE DAYS TIL MICK COMES HOME FROM FIELD! XO
Sunday, May 3, 2009
youyouyouyeah!
Received a beautiful letter today. xoxox.
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Saturday, May 2, 2009
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