*knock knock* Anyone home?

It's been a while since I've last blogged. I've been meaning to blog, but have lacked ideas for posts. Life is moseying along nicely, with nothing noteworthy to report.

August already? Where is this year going?! Yesterday marked 4 months of singledom. That time has flown and they've been an interesting but fantastic 4 months. In that time friendships have grown, and new ones made. A couple lost along the way, but in love and frienships, if it's not meant to be, it's not meant to be.

Life continues to be wonderful. The rollercoaster seems to have turned into a lovely steady train ride. There was a slight derailment just recently, but that ended up being a blessing in disguise. As mentally draining as it was, I think I needed the release. It was also great to share that moment with M, as we were able to learn more about each other. He's seen me at my worst now, but is still willing to be in my life, so I'm a happy camper.

Physically I'm not feeling *quite* so wonderful, but that's my own fault. I've decided it's time for a health-makeover. My stomach hasn't been happy with me lately, so it's time to listen to my body and to nourish it with good food, and a lot less fast food. If I've got the energy to walk to the shops and buy crap for dinner, I've got the energy to stand in the kitchen and cook a proper meal.
I'm sick of looking down and seeing a gut. The scales might tell me a number I'm happy with, but the reflection in the mirror isn't one I'm quite as happy about. Bye-bye flab, hello fab.

On that delightful note, I should probably start getting ready for work. We've moved up in the world and are a whole floor higher than we were last week. I'm happy with the seating arrangement for the first time ever, so it'll be a nice change.

Happy Monday readers, and I hope your lives are moseying along nicely too.

Monday Madness Recap

So, 'Trudy' and I decided to go to the Pub for lunch yesterday, with the intention of accompanying the meal with a cold beverage or two.
We met at 1pm, I got home some time around 8pm feeling a just a teensy bit boozier than I had when I left home.
Okay, a lot boozier.
What kind of fool goes drinking with 'Trudy' on a Monday afternoon, knowing that they have to work the next day. 'Trudy' can drink. A lot. Without it affecting her much. Gemma ... weelllll ... Not so much. Am impressed with my efforts though. It started off with one beer. Then we decided to buy jugs. We had two between us (or maybe it was three), then I decided I felt like vodka. Then 'Trudy' won a $25 voucher that had to be used that day. No time like the present, hey? So we had a Cosmo each. Then another vodka. Then another Cosmo.
I really shouldn't try and remember how much I drank. My head hurts enough as it is.

I also left with a cute guy's phone number, and by the time I went to sleep last night, I'd scored myself a movie date for Wednesday night. Not with that guy though. He was actually kind of lame. He was all "Any other night but tonight". Pfft. Can only imagine what his very encouraging mates were saying to him after 'Trudy' and I left. Whatev. Neeeeexxxt!
My movie date is with a guy I saw a couple of times pre my last relationship. In my drunken stupor I texted him about "Any other night" guy and he showered me with sms flattery, then suddenly he asks me if I want to go out to a movie. Lucky I was already lying down, or else I would've fallen down. Not from the alcohol. We've never actually been on a date before, and normally the texts I get from him are a little X-Rated and late at night. They keep me very amused. So I was suitably stunned that he wants to actually take me out to the movies.

Will report back after the 'date' has taken place. Until then, I need to get myself ready for work so that I'm in the city early enough to grab a greasy breakfast. Bloody 'Trudy'.



NB: Yes, 'Trudy' is a real person, however 'Trudy' is not her real name. "Any other night" guys friends decided her name is 'Trudy' and I'm running with it. Why the heck not?

Marvellous Monday

Normally, I'm not Monday's biggest fan. I don't mind them, but I wouldn't go out of my way to endure one.

Today, however, is different. In the wonderful Land Down Under, today is a Public Holiday. It's the "Queens Birthday" Public Holiday, despite the fact that it's not actually her birthday today, but generally you don't hear many complaints from the Aussies about that fcat.

A whole extra day of the weekend? What to do with it?
For starters, I'm going to keep up with my 'long weekend tradition' (started this long weekend) of laying in bed for a while, blogging, general netting, and perhaps a little more Gilmore Girls watching.
At some stage, I'll probably do some washing, so that I don't turn up to work tomorrow in some totally mismatched ensemble. Not that I'd do that, I do tend to put in a bit of effort, but if washing isn't done, well, things could change. I think I need a maid.
My Sunday Session was also postponed, so the plan is now to head to the Pub for lunch and a couple of beverages. If that gets postponed I won't be the happiest of campers - I've spent far too much time in this house and in this bed over the last week. No, seriously, there is a clear dent where I have been laying for pretty much the last week. It's actually kind of disturbing. Fear not though, I have actually changed the sheets and washed my doona cover. I'm not entirely laying here in my own dead skin cells.
Perhaps I'll also try and discover what the missing ingredient is from my soup. Hopefully it's something in my pantry, because I'm not sure I feel like making a trip to the supermarket. Although having said that, I should get some exercise at some stage today. Perhaps I'll even walk the 3km to the Pub. It's quite a lovely looking day outside.

On that note, I think I'll go and do something productive (Read: Throw some clothes in the washing machine and then hope the weather turns sour so I can then throw them in the dryer).

I may be back later. My fellow blogger Kevin has inspired me to perhaps share a story of my childhood. If you choose to read his stories before I get the chance to post one of my own, please note that my writing is doubtful to even come close to the standard of his. Nor will my stories be quite as eventful, but they'll generally be autobiographical. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Until then

xx