As promised, here comes a second blog right into your living room, or bed room, or kitchen or hell, even bathroom. Who am I to judge what you do in the privacy of your home?
First thing's first people. It is bloody cold out there, unless you're in Australia, then it is flaming hot out there! This morning on my way to work I was trying to figure out why it looked hazy when it suddenly dawned on me that it wasn't haze, it was the air freezing. Yes, it was so cold the that the air was actually freezing. That is bloody cold. Fortunately for me I have a co-op student who is desperately trying to impress us so he'll get a job at the end of his co-op term, and subsequently does all the grunt work for me which means I get to sit in the nice warm work truck and watch while he does the out door stuff. Ahhh ain't seniority great!
I hazard to mention this as I have not really discussed with anyone, so if anyone I know is still reading this it will come as a surprise. I have a date on Sunday. Just a coffee date, but a date nonetheless. This of course leads to a series of hysterical issues to deal with and decisions to be made. The first major concern is the aforementioned 20lbs I gained between July and now (tomorrow is Weight Watcher's weigh in day so hopefully that 20lbs will be closer to 15lbs). Now I must find a way to cloak the fat, some kind of clever disguise that makes me look like I have not just swallowed a hippopotamus whole. Also there is the never ending issue of my hair to establish. Admittedly it was a poor choice to plan a date at 2pm the Sunday after what promises to be an alcohol filled Saturday, so now I have to also concern myself with appearing to be bright eyed and bushy tailed when most likely all I'll want to do is eat McDonald's in my PJ's. But I am always up for a challenge, especially when it comes to dating, so I'll pull up my boots and put on my big girl pants (or maybe moo-moo if that makes me look slimmer) and get out there! I'm sure, if nothing else it will make for some blog-worthy material.
In other news I have no idea what to say to 19 year old boys. I'm not sure I ever did, but now that I am nearly 15 years older them, I REALLY, REALLY don't know what to say to them, This is to do with co-op student. There were long award pauses followed by stories in which he used words like"stoked" and "jacked" and I felt like when I was talking I should have been starting every story with "well in my day…" Oh the generation gap, it can only get worse…
Well I guess that's all I have to say for today. Tomorrow is kettle bell bootcamp round 5 so if I'm not too exhausted from that I will give a wee synapsis of what that hell is like.
Cheers,
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