Monday, February 4, 2013

Zen and the Art of Blogging.


Hello all. We had a busy weekend.  I won’t bore you with too many details but for the sake of completeness here’s a sort of speed blogging weekend roundup.  If you can’t be bothered reading the whole thing I have highlighted some key words for you, which I will put together in a Zen-Type synopsis for the Busy Blogger. So just skip to the bottom now.*
FRIDAY
Exhausted by the emotional highs and lows of wrangling P and B into bed, M and I toasted the weekend with Kentucky Fried Chook.  Gross. 
SATURDAY
Attempted to start sorting out the horror that is our back-yoo-ard  in fifty bazillion per cent humidity.  Don Burke would be turning in his grave.  What’s that? He’s still alive? My bad.
Drove to the big smoke to the inlaws house.  Wrangled P and B into bed in a strange house/bed/cot.  Got ready to go out to nice French restaurant for M’s sister’s bday. Went out to said restaurant. Had fun.  Everyone drank lots of wine. I was designated driver . Sad face.  So instead of getting my booze on, I went crazy, Broadway-style on the menu and ordered and ate like a woman possessed. I KNOW, so out of character, what with my general tendency to order celery sticks and sparkling mineral water. Bahaha.


I wore a black dress I’ve had for over ten years, a sort of weird gold metallic top from KMART over it and a clanky faux gold metal necklace thing from high end accessories purveyor Diva. I need more night time pieces in my wardrobe and I don’t mean more flannelette PJs. I so rarely go out at night these days that I have hardly anything appropriate to wear any more.  I need a few EVENINGY type things.  Well, when I say need, obviously I mean WANT.  
SUNDAY
Packed our crap up and hotfooted it to a party for a cutie patootie 2 year old in the park.  It was fun, but also very hot and humid.  Said 2 year old became exhausted from all the attention and fell asleep on a swing in the playground. Hee hee.
Drove back home. Saw that the green waste bag bin thing I had ordered had turned up. M asked me how much it was going to cost? I couldn’t remember. M asked me what company I’d ordered it from? Couldn’t remember that either. M asked me when they were picking it up? I had no idea.  Attention to detail might have to come off my resume I think.
M sorted out the front yard a bit and cut down the fallen tree in the backyard. It’s now lying in pieces on the footpath waiting to be collected.

Next weekend we will both be getting our Jamie Durie on in a sort of back-yoo-ard blitz of our own.  If we leave the weeds any longer they will finally grow over the house in a sort of Grey Gardens type scenario. Just call me Big Edie.

*ZEN INSPIRED SYNOPSIS FOR BUSY READERS
Kentucky Fried Chook.  Horror back-yoo-ard humidity.  
Drove.  Wrangled.  French Restaurant.  Fun.  Wine.  Driver.  Crazy menu ate possessed. Black dress weird top clanky faux necklace.  Need wardrobe flannelette.  Appropriate.  Need.  Need want.
Packed crap, party park.  Hot humid.  Exhausted asleep.  Drove.  Bin.  Cost?  Couldn’t remember.  Company?  Couldn’t remember.  Picking?  No idea.  Detail.  Tree backyard.
Jamie Durie blitz.  Grey Gardens.  Big Edie.

What did youse get up to?  Do tell!

Linking up with Alicia at One Mother Hen for Open Slather!

20 comments:

  1. Have the neighbours popped over in the dark of the night and filled up the rest of your bin for you yet with their leaves and shiz? What did you have from le menu? I need to live through you when you get out so I can pretend I also went out too lol. Can not remember tha last time! BTW we should do that shiz together one night soon. The dressing up and eating out. Vegas baby? Bris that is. Luf SitDownMummy

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    1. Yes that would be the business! Or when I'm up the coast at Mum's. Remember that time I fell over at the Cri? Good times.

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  2. sounds like something i'd do - order something and have no idea where from, when, why or what we were supposed to do with it! it always seems like a good idea at the time! sounds like a busy but fun weekend. can just picture a poor 2 year old exhausted and falling asleep on a swing. bless. have a great week! visiting from Open Slather.

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    1. Thanks for.visiting! Yes it was very cute indeed and more than a little amusing.

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  3. I am desperate to get into the garden with the poison sprayer, bit hard with two kids running around, and consuming my every other moment of the day. A evening out at a nice restuarant kid free sounds like something I could handle right now, or shopping for much 'needed' clothes.

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    1. We both love a good garden but it's been badly neglected for the past year. Onwards and upwards!!!

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  4. I on the other hand do need more flannelette PJs. Valentine's Day is on the horizon.
    BTW - if you need some consulting down on your upcoming Backyard Blitz, I am your girl.

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    1. I know I was thinking of you and your backyard! I'll be in touch, get your straw hat and knee pads ready!

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  5. Zen and the Art of blogging...I suppose someone had to come up- with it ..glad it was you.

    Loved the part about attention to detail on the resume .. do you reckon that character trait is compulsory resume speak?

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    1. Haha It's on every bloody position description I've ever seen! xx

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  6. Can't think about food - am feeling so ill with gastroenteritis.Pictures to follow.

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    1. Urgh. Our cat does lots of hairball vomits. Is this what you mean? Cats are filthy beasts you know...

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  7. Nice synopsis!
    www.rsrue.blogspot.com

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  8. Funny how having children changes you from someone with "great attention to detail" to "what day of the week is it?" Happened to me too.

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  9. Hilarious!! Good luck Jamie!!

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