joie de vivre

Labels: Mumdane, The Bebe, the family

WAWT 101108 by Audrey Lumiere

We had a busy day today, off to visit the surgeon about my ears, doing the grocery shopping and other miscellaneous errands. Faced with such mundane tasks, I needed to introduce a bit of whimsy into my day.

I settled on my tutu-style skirt, favourite men's tee (mine actually has a deer on it), leggings and my favourite chunky heels. Unfortunately I forgot to accessorise today, which is very unlike me. I ringed my eyes with a gorgeous purple liner that matches the purple in my hair perfectly, as the colour has faded a bit. I need to redo it, but I'm waiting to hear about a job I have applied for, if I have an interview I'll need to get rid of the purple (very corporate role, and very much in the public view, very unlike my last few!).

The day started off well with the visit to the surgeon. Happily my condition has stablised, and my hearing is not any worse, so no need for surgery, and I've evaded the dreaded hearing aid once more. Foiled yet again - mwwaaahhhh haaahh haaah (that was evil laughter in case you were wondering :) ).

I love doing the grocery shopping in a pair of heels, pushing the trolley around, with The Small Boy hanging off the front. Found lots of extra low sodium foods today, so it was a very good shop! Plus a lady complimented The Small Boy's lovely manners as well, it was true, he was very well behaved (until we got home). He is obsessed with Boost Smoothies, so I had bribed him with one of those, maybe that helped.

Then later we went off to sit in the sunshine on the oval watching The Man play cricket. Corporate cricket competition kicked off again today, because of daylight savings.

Tomorrow I am back to work, working extra days for the next few weeks as it is getting to the end of the school year and we have deadlines to meet. Hope I make it!! Fingers crossed.

Labels: The Man, The Small Boy, WAWT

Labels: the family

photo courtesy of Sean Fennessy

I have a rash on my finger from wearing my wedding rings.

I wear my engagement ring, my wedding ring (above, doesn't show the rock detail) and The Man's Grandmother's wedding ring. His Parents gave it to me after the wedding, as a welcome to the family officially present. The Man and His Brother have no sisters, and His Brother is gay, so I'll most likely be the only daughter-ish figure they'll get. I was so honoured when they gave it to me.

Anyway, I never had the rash with my enagement ring. It's only been since we got married, and I started wearing the other rings. I can't wear them at the moment, not until it clears up. It has already been a week and it doesn't look like going away.

Sigh.

On the plus side, men are flirting with me again, I never realised they were so observant.

It was quite chilly here today, so I had to break out the thermals again.

Black tank, layered over white thermal, and snuggly blue cardy. Jeans, and my trusty converse. Bird necklace, as always. No rings today, gross rash on my finger. Perhaps I am allergic to being married?!

Very boring, as it was a student free day, so I just bummed around, pretending to work. Had just left a meeting when Daycare phoned to ask me to pick up The Small Boy - he was behaving oddly. Turns out to be an ear infection (of course *sigh*) and the day before a Public Holiday. Off we trotted to the Dr to get some antibiotics.

And then lay on the couch watching Nick Jr for the rest of the afternoon. Quite lovely really :)

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Necklace I am coveting, from Tilly Bloom

Books and reading are some of my favourite things.

I could read all day if possible. Pre-TSB, I used to do that. Whole days spent laying indulgently in bed, reading voraciously. Devouring word after word.

These days, I still manage to find time to read. Sometimes this is online, where I'll spend vast and unspecified (because I may incriminate myself) amounts of time perusing blogs and forums, just reading, not often commenting or replying. Not totally sure why, as I am very opinionated in real life, but I think it is because the time I spend typing responses could be better spent reading something new.

But I do find time each day to read the printed word too. Nothing compares to bound pages of magical letters creating words and worlds. The pleasure I derive from holding a book is immense. I don't understand people who say they don't have time to read. I shake my head at them, and furrow my brow, wrinkle my nose whilst thinking that housework can't be more important than reading.

I'll read trash. I'll read literature. I'll read textbooks for fun, and brochures, and street signs. I'll read a story that affects me profoundly, and follow it up with a fashion magazine.

I'm the first to admit I'm a Word Whore. And I'm cool with that.

The most obvious sign of my commitment to words is The Small Boy. He reads. Constantly. Ok, so he can't actually read, but he is often found sitting with a book, doing his own version of reading. Story books, picture books, magazines, novels, he's not fussy either.

Children learn by example, and this is an example I am so proud my son is learning from me.

I remember times spent in other worlds, through the medium of books, growing up and I can only hope for and encourage The Small Boy to experience this also.

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