7 posts tagged “random”

I have to say, this pseudo-blog is showing up my very worst fault - lack of commitment.  I find it really hard to commit to things - I don't know why.  I always want an open ended contract.  But there you go.

I have been extremely busy lately.  I was in a (amateur) show which was no great shakes and hence nothing to brag about other than it took up a hell of a lot of time.  I've been dealing with small persons and the related lack of sleep.  Note that this situation has abated slightly since the smallest person gave up breastfeeding owing to finding bottles easier owing to my lack of organisation and forethought when off doing shows, so I am now feeling slightly sad about that.  Have been offering but she has been highly offended at me doing so. 

I've also been busy being the president of the school P&C committee which is highly laughable in itself as being  PRESIDENT somehow implies that I might actually be highly thought of somewhere along the line when the truth is there were only 3 of us present at the AGM and it was a choice of being treasurer, secretary or president and the other two got in first.  Yeah, the parents at our school are, like, really involved.

Anyway, I'm sitting up late tonight because I want some space to myself.  I haven't had that in quite some time.  The only time I get it is before everyone gets up in the morning or after they've gone to bed, and tonight is one of the first nights in a few weeks I haven't collapsed on the lounge and fallen asleep.

But, you know, I crave peace and quiet.  I love walking around our living area and having it all to myself.  I love being able to read uninterrupted.  I love just pottering around unimpeded.

*sigh* Quiet house, I love you, even though I'm plotting to be rid of you ...

Huh.  Who am I kidding?  My life has been in a constant state of disarray for the past 37 years.  At the moment it's slightly worse than usual.

This is partly because we are currently in the second week of school holidays and it has been raining pretty much every day, meaning that we have been trapped indoors (apart from the odd 30-minute spell of dryness during which I make the kids get out and run around the yard like crazy persons).  As a result of being trapped indoors, the house is an absolute pigsty.  The mess, dirt and debris seems to reappear the moment I clean it away and I'm starting to wonder if it's all some kind of sick joke or that there really is a God, he's Catholic, and I'm in purgatory.  The boys have a touch of cabin fever and are prone to sudden attacks of wrestling and are bickering all.the.time.  I am sick of the sound of my own voice whining "Stop that.  Stop that." so that I sound exactly like those ineffective parents you come across when out and about and think to yourself, "No, YOU stop that!"

We haven't even been able to go to the park.  Yesterday I promised them we'd go to the pool today, but they've politely declined, because it's boring when it's just me as I'm unable to take them through the swirly-river pool with the baby.  They'd rather wait until dad is available on the weekend.  I suppose I could take them to an indoor play centre, but I have an abhorrence of those places.  They are hell on earth under normal circumstances - I can't even imagine what it would be like on a rainy day in the second rainy week of the school holidays.  Something out of Lord of the Flies, I should think.  And my eldest is not good at fighting.  As in, he just doesn't.  Even though I've given him permission to punch kids back as hard as he can if he's ever hit by anyone (because the last time we went to an indoor play centre there was a kid following him around punching the crap out of him until I realised and stopped him.  When I approached his mother about it she just said "Oh is he?  Sorry." in one of those aforementioned whiny "Stop that.  Stop that" voices.)

But enough about those hell holes.

Yeah, so everything is a major schemozzle at the moment.  I guess I'm one of those people who is affected by their physical environment because it has left my brain in a bit of a fog.  Mind you, Facebook has helped a bit with that too.  I joined Facebook a few months back and haven't ever really done anything on it until last week, when another couple of friends of mine joined and are sending me eggs, challenging me to quizzes and messaging me quite frequently. So it's been my time-waster of choice lately because, let's face it, how can you turn down an egg??  And now all of a sudden I have 5 times as many friends as I had before.  Which still isn't many - some people have 600 friends.  I don't think I've even met that many people in my entire life that I liked but then I am kind of grumpy.

*Sigh*  I don't think I'll even tell you that it's nearly 10 am and I'm still in my pyjamas.  I should just get off my lardy arse and go and tidy the place up, huh?

Looking for a new house must surely be one of the most depressing activities in the world.

I have pinpointed an area in which I think I could be happy living.  It's a small pocket of Sydney that's within my comfort zone in that it's not too far from where I live now (since I've become used to this part of the world), has convenient to access to the city, the schools seem alright and it's actually surprisingly leafy considering it's metropolitan location.

Problem is that not too many houses crop up for sale in this area.

So have been searching around in surrounding areas on Domain this morning but they're just not doin' it for me.  So I figured that I'd do a search within my price range over a range of areas in Sydney.  Now I have an icky, displaced feeling and a sense that I don't quite belong.

Yes, I am weird.

If found, please return to Frumpy GIbbon c/o Vox. 

I seem to be going through a serious and solemn phase at the moment.  Although I did crack a smile whilst watching Blackadder last night.

I could swear that things used to be slightly more humorous than this.

That would have been to accidentally wax of 1/3 of my left eyebrow.

Not wishing to accept responsibility for this idiocy, I am choosing to blame Nads.  I have been using the little facial wand thingummy for tidying up straggly bits on my eyebrows for the past few months.  Unfortunately the other day when I went to do so (for the first time in ages, I might add), the winder on the wand wouldn't wind (phew!  Say that ten times fast!).

Being too lazy to actually pluck my eyebrows, I opted to use the hot wax that you warm in the microwave instead.  Tidied up one eyebrow with no problems.  Must have become a little overconfident and hence slap-happy with the other one, because when I did the ripping off bit, and looked down at my little strip of cotton to check whether anything had actually been removed, there seemed to be rather too much eyebrow on it.  A horrified glance in the mirror confirmed this.

I tried that line-up-the-edge-of-the-nose-with-the-corner-of-your-eye trick, hoping that perhaps I had inadvertently waxed it to the right length,.having left it too long for the past 20 years.  No.  I overshot the mark by about 5 mm, unfortunately. 

I was then left with no choice but to wax a little too much off the other brow to even them up (though not as much) and have had to walk around with my head on an angle for the past week or so.

And now I am sitting here waiting for the buggers to grow back.  They'd better, otherwise I'm going to have to tattoo them on.

After having dyed my hair some variation of red for the past 15 or so years, I no longer am.  Even though I last dyed it about 9 months ago and the ends retained only the vaguest hint of a shade that could be said to be a cousin-sixteen-times-removed of red.

Now I am Natural Golden Brown. Although, I'm not sure exactly how natural it is since it doesn't look anything like my own shade of murky-sludge-pond brown.

I'm also officially an idiot, as when I dyed my hair this morning I forgot to to protect my hairline and have managed to also dye half my face and now look like I have some kind of pigmentation problem.  This is what happens when you do things on the spur of the moment and rush to get it done before the baby wakes up.  No matter - will just adopt a hair-over-the-face style till it goes away and in two weeks no-one will even know the difference.

Oh, and I also made a bit of headway into taming the twin wildernesses that are my eyebrows this morning.  Next project is to attack my mo, even though I have a rather luxuiriant growth that would be the envy of the Tom Sellecks and Hercule Poirots of this world.  Alas, the colour clashes with my Natural Golden Brown locks.