The week in review

Am feeling quite self absorbed at the moment, so I’ll just tell you what I did last week. Also I suggest you listen to ‘Hounds of Love’ while reading this.

The other night my brother and I both got home quite late, but then nonsensically proceeded to spend several hours chatting about nothing until we realised it was 5:30 in the morning and regretted it. Even worse, the whole thing left me feeling really clucky (not so much for my own children as other people’s) because we kept on reminiscing about cute things our nieces had done. Then my brother proceeded to regale me with super cute kid stories from his taekwondo classes (he helps teach several classes at his club to offset the costs of his training), which made me feel all sad and lame, making me think that I wouldn’t even mind changing poopy nappies again. I miss having babies around all the time. Clucky, clucky clucky.

My dad made me pick up a plumber. Not as strange as it sounds, but definitely as embarrassing as it sounds. It worked out though.

I asked a complete stranger if I was wearing too much blush, because I had just done my makeup in a bathroom where the light was too dim to see what I was doing. It felt normal at the time. I should possibly never do that again.

I strolled into Target at 11am last Tuesday morning, and like I thought, most of the Josh Goot display remained untouched. Whoo hoo! Walked away with some beautiful staples and a silver trenchcoat. Way better than the Stella McCartney fiasco, which didn’t really warrant the frenzy it received. Am tempted to buy more.

We have a dirt track close to our house that most people in the area use to take their dogs for walks, go for a run/walk. It’s nice because it is enclosed and makes you feel like you have the path to yourself. But you do not. Learnt this the hard way. I decided to go for a run (all normal so far), but I was savouring my time alone quite a bit, so I decided to walk back instead of running when I reached the end of the track. As it has been so cold of late I’ve hardly seen anyone on the track at all, so naturally I felt quite comfortable singing along to my ipod really loudly.

You know what’s coming: of course some fit guy goes running past me and catches me singing like a retard along to Journey of all things. It gets worse… not only was I singing ridiculously loudly (and off key) to a band whose ‘cool’ cred is questionable, but I was doing that super embarrassing thing where you use your ipod as a pretend microphone (look, Journey does that to you ok?). Worse than even that, he was also the same guy who caught me singing “I think I’m bigger than the sound” the week before (although the week before I was actually running, and I was singing quietly, so perhaps he hadn’t heard me the first time?? Here’s hoping).

So, that was kind of my week, in anecdotes anyway. The rest of the week was relatively normal and boring. Eating, sleeping, working, seeing some friends, not seeing some friends because I’m an idiot and had to cancel etc. Boring.