Ah....I've been busy. The eye tick that once consumed me is faintly making a reappearance near my right eye. Having spent a couple of months ostensibly managing a marketing dept, I was elated when a new marketing mgr started at the beginning of the week. And I like him. He's short, enthusiastic and full of zest. I'm sure all of that will melt away once he has been absorbed by the lacklustre environment that I have come to know and.....tolerate. So many projects are now on the go and the days whittle by after many meetings and phone calls. I never thought of myself as the corporate type, but I think it's something I could try on for size for a while. I'm learning a great deal. Outside work life, I had my dad's 60th last weekend. It was a beautiful weekend that reinforced the importance of family and friends. As well as how idolised my father is to many and how many lives he enhances. But...I think I'm experiencing a bif of a mid life crisis. After a serious bout of gastro last weekend where I threw up everything outside my lungs, I'm delighting in the fact I've dropped a dress size. Ofcourse I'm discovering something that bulimics have clung to for years, so nothing new! I'm sure my love for food will overcome me in the not so distant future...but until then I thought I'd try my hand at maintaining the weight and buy a mini skirt for the 2 weeks in which this phase (and size) will last. IT's so small that if I bent over...well let's not go there but there would be more on show then necessary. I do maintain the adage that old post 30 year old meat should NOT be on display so intend to wear them over winter tights with boots. But still....I'm rather pleased with how young it makes me feel. Unfortunately I have mainly lost weight off the top part of my body and pretty well chucked up my breasts. Because now they are like two little mosquito bites. WHY is life so unfair??? There's still plenty of ARSE to feed Africa, but why take my norgs? This blog is starting to sound so vain. Just to restore my social conscience....I'm intending to give to charity. I've downloaded a membership form for the World Wildlife Fund as I got sucked in by their traumatic pictures of bears and whales on 9msn. In fact I made a gold coin donation to Aids the other day. See....that's moral fibre right there. It's not all mini skirts and body issues at this end!
I would also like say a big THANKS to the boys for sabotaging my easter. After discussions on how to accomodate everyones needs and desires at easter, I thought that we had agreed to go part camping/part bedding (for those that prefer the finer aspects of life). But it was broken to me gently that we would be embarking on 2 nights of camping without electricty OR toilets, and then possibly go to my uncles farm for one night of civilisation (which was tacked on loosely to the feralness of rest of plans). I don't think the easter bunny comes to campers....
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