A Blagh Day

Here I am again

Today was a blagh day.. is there such a word? Yes there is (in my vocabulary at any rate)

• A day where I truly did not want go into work.
• A day when I really didn’t need the driver behind me beeping his horn when I was stopped at traffic lights and knew I couldn’t move anyway. For him to then sit right on my ……. I’ll leave the dots up to your imagination (I’m trying to be polite here) all the way down the road and then duck and weave causing others to slam on their brakes. Not a Gen Y, but an elderly gentlemen  ‘bloke’ (Aussie term) who thought he would make my morning drive to work the morning from hell.
• A day when after a weekend of heavy socialising I stupidly got on the scales and uttered those 3 letters OMG.
• A day when I came home utterly exhausted and burst into tears because I had to.
• A day when I just felt blagh with every minuscule moment that passed.
• A day when I noticed bruises and don’t remember how or when I got them.
• A day when I realised I haven’t taken my Krill or Aspirin for a few days.

So that’s been my day.

I hope tomorrow is better.

As I went for my walk at lunch time this came into my head

Where did you come from oh jiggly arms and tum?

Jiggly as I pound the pavement my arms and tum and bum

Wrinkle lines upon my face

Wrinkly lines such a disgrace

Good riddance I say to you all

Bring back the me I used to know

Nah who am I kidding that will never be

This is you, who you are now, the younger one you’ll never see

Stop rhyming as you walk this road

Can’t you stop for just a minute the thoughts within your head

Pfft so what if you have jiggly bits and wrinkles

At least you are not dead

That because it was a blagh day… The End

Courtesy Google and style.uk.msn.com

What’s your routine in the morning?

Today as I opened my sleepy eyes & thought its best I get ready for my day, I lay for a second or two longer and thought…same old routine… Which led me to think a little more…does everyone stick to the same routine day in & day out? I realise those with young children would have a different regime than I but it wouldn’t it be nice to do something just a little different?

• Alarm by way of my mobile rings out its glorious wake up tune next to me (though some mornings I need a 21 gun salute to do the job)
• Me ‘Ugh’ time to get up (do I really have too? Just another 5 minutes my inner self tells me).
• Press off stupid, annoying, inconsiderate alarm (look at time & realise I don’t have just another 5 minutes).
• Feet onto floor, slippers on and grab dressing gown (yes the mornings are still cold over here).
• Open draw to retrieve knickers and bra (wouldn’t it be nice not to have to bother occasionally?)
• Stagger with eyes half open to the en-suite and turn the heater on (I don’t like the cold).
• Still staggering into the family room & put main heater for the house on (Damn didn’t put the timer on).
• Toilet time (ok so no need for details here).
• Open shower door, turn on taps, wait…wait..dressing gown off, singlet and knickers off, slippers kicked off (Not the time to look in the mirror).
• Weigh myself (Scary but necessary ..it’s a ritual I do every morning..tells me if I can or cannot eat for the day).
• Step into shower..damn it’s hair wash day again ( yep every 2nd day it’s the wash).
• Shower shampoo, conditioner (shave any necessary bits that have been left purposefully unattended due to the weather being cold and I’m pretty much covered up any-ways).
• Grab specific hair drying towel and wrap head in turban. Grab body towel – larger & commence the onerous process of drying every nook & cranny (believe me it is a process).
• Out of shower, bra and knickers (yes clean) are donned & back goes the dressing gown for warmth (I really do not like the cold).
• Stares at the face looking back at me in the mirror (not a pretty sight) .
• Cleans and flosses teeth (fresh mouth starts to wake me up).
• Grabs make-up bag to start the arduous task at hand of applying the face (seems to be getting a longer process with every year).
• Concealer, foundation, eye liner, mascara, lipstick (looking more human now..oh to be one of those women who have the flawless complexion without a scrap of anything applied).
• Walk into robe & decide what to wear for the day (Melbourne weather…need to be prepared for anything)
• Dress, put shoes on (thankfully only a 5 minutes decision whether it’s pants or dress, or skirt & top).
• Back into en-suite for the ‘doo’ to be created (well not so much created just done & look reasonable)
• Turban ripped off, grab hair-dryer and brush, squirt product & shimmy through hair (have to get some sort of body into it).
• Pick up bra & knickers from floor which sometimes have looped themselves over the handle of the vanity unit (not done on purpose but I’m still amazed I have done it)
• Toss said items into laundry basket (hmm & look at the insurmountable load that needs washing).
• Into kitchen grab a drink and take the 100mg of aspirin (if I remember..to ward off arthritis pain).
• Yell good-bye to daughter (that is if she is out of bed).
• Get into car for the drive to work (wishing that it was a Saturday or a Sunday…or that I didn’t have to work at all!).
• My day has begun (the routine is over till the next day that is).

Tomorrow I have a day off work.

BUT Maybe on Monday I shall put the radio on REAL LOUD and dance around the kitchen …just to change it up a bit… you know Gangnam  style…maybe..

 

PIC COURTESY OF GOOGLE

Dance it up Gangnam

 

 

 

 

 

It HAS to be the week-end when you feel you are out of your routine.. last Saturday Mr S and I were walking around the Supermarket and a Van Morrison song was playing. I started to dance down the isle (not gangnam but definately not walking) An older gentleman was walking towards us..and I thought “Nup I’m not going to stop”. He had the broadest grin on his face and said to Mr S as we passed. “You’ve got a good one there”.. to which Mr S laughed and said “I know & (hand motioning that I’d had a drink or 2)..which I hadn’t , we all laughed.. so yes BRING ON THE WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!!!!