Un, deux, trois!

Only 3 more sleeps until someone's birthday!!!!!

I thought and I thought...how shall I celebrate the countdown to Eurolush's grand 29th (teehee) birthday?

And then it came to me...

Of course...

Fun link

This is what blogging is all about - FUN. It's simply the best fun to visit RW, for example, and discover a new singer who puts a smile on my face. The bit with the dancing grandma, that's so totally Eurolush in about 40 (50?) years, don't you reckon? All right...maybe 60?

Thanks RW, you WIN!!!!

I immediately went to YouTube to see what else Pomplamoose has out there, and look what I found!! Small world, hehehe:





P.S.
Ran 10 laps of the beach today and thought of each of you the entire way. I pictured all of your commentboxes encouraging me to carry on. Thanks everyone!

Proclaiming the winner

Hear this, hear this!

I hereby proclaim that I have succeeded in reaching the pinnacle of jogging-related happiness.

Should I never slip on a pair of runners again, I will still die happy in the knowledge that I succeeded in fulfilling my jogging dreams.

Last night I found myself feeling quite unexpectedly cranky. I felt that the weekend was a disappointment. Family members were not doing what I wanted them to do, when I wanted them to do it.

Weekends have always been a challenge for me. There, I said it (I must feel very safe in this bloggy environment).

You understand, as a stay-at-home mother I never knew how to view the weekend. Is it my time of rest and relaxation, or is it my time to embark on an even more hard-working attempt at organising, feeding, pleasing and humouring all family members? In addition, I love schedules and time-tables. Nothing makes me happier than waking up on Monday morning and knowing that the children MUST be in school by 8, Mr. CB must be at work by 9, and I must be at work by 10. This is why I could never, ever home-school my children. It is also why I cannot work from home, and have therefore set up permanent camp in my local libraries.

Where was I? Oh, yes, so now the weekends have changed because I have two teenagers in the house. But I'm still finding it incredibly difficult to match my weekend expectations with reality. Last night I wanted to organise a family activity, but we couldn't all agree on on one. I wanted to have a family dinner, but I wanted someone else to cook it. Then I started becoming highly irritated at the smallest gesture made by any one of my "people." Was that an insolent shrug? Was that an offensive rolling of the eyes? I began to pace from room to room, suddenly noticing all the jobs which still need to be done by my people, dirty clothes, mildewy towels, dog-hairs, overflowing recycling bin, shutters which have been broken, missing toilet paper, bowls left in the kitchen sink with hardened cornflakes stuck on them.

Stop. Breathe. Yoga pose. Ommmmm....

SO THAT'S WHEN I GRABBED MY SHUFFLE, PUT MY RUNNERS ON AND LEFT THE HOUSE.

I did not slam the door, but I almost did.

I ran 8 laps of the beach instead of the usual 6 and I felt like a champion. A CHAMPION I say. I was floating, and I was blasting the music very very loud. I listened to this, and this, but I really got going with this song:




I may have even done some of those sexy dance moves, and a couple of elderly gentlemen walking their dogs got quite a show. Best Saturday night ever.

I returned home to my people energised and buzzing with joy. My people greeted me at the doorway with apologies, hugs, a huge salad and steaks cooking on the barbecue.

MY JOB IS DONE.

I WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You can tell by the way I use my walk

Still stayin' alive here, just me and The Bluemeister, a brother and a mother, using our walk.

Peace

My neighbour: "Hi Eleanor, I saw you power-walking yesterday, down at the beach! I waved but you didn't see me."

Me: "Oh, yes, I've started walking every day...sorry...didn't see you.

Me (inside): "WHAT THE??? POWER-WALKING??? I WAS JOGGING, and I probably didn't see you because of the sweat pouring down my face."


True story.


But you know what? Disco makes everything better.

Oh, Hells Yes

The Bluemeister is gettin real angry. It seems that Lady E and Lil T offended The Bluemeister. And when The Bluemeister is angered he is also ENERGISED.

Step aside, Euromush, 'cause The Bluemeister is keeping his eyes on Lil T.

The way I are

I'm very tempted this evening to lie about my running. I would like to tell you that I ran at least another 6/7 km. I'd even like to tell you I ran 4 km. But I do not tell lies in my blog. I ran 3 km and almost passed out, and it's all because I made the mistake of listening to this. You see, I really got into the beat and started speeding up instead of pacing myself. With all the excitement of the music I forgot that life is a marathon, and not a sprint.

So I hit the wall pretty quick.

Blue, on the other hand, whined miserably in the car all the way home. He had barely warmed up.

One thing is certain, Blue now associates my Shuffle with running so I have to hide it and be very careful if I ever want to listen to music without having to...you know...run.

Now, down to business:

• Today I unloaded and loaded the dishwasher.
• I made a peanut butter sandwich for Master Commentbox and put some crackers in a little bag for him. This is his school lunch. Judge me at your own peril.
• I talked to the nanny next door about one of her past babies who is now all grown-up and pregnant.
• I filled petrol in my car.
• I went to work and the library. At the library I told 2 of the librarians who had each put aside a book for me that they were officially my "library mothers" and that made them laugh.
• I took Master Commentbox to an interview at a different school (shhh...it's a secret) because we might be switching next year to a smaller, more "homey" school environment.
• I decided that when Master CB returns from his tennis training I will give him cash to walk up to the corner Thai take-away place to buy us dinner.
• Seeing as Mr. CB is away on business I like to live on the edge a little bit and not pretend to cook and then claim to be too tired and THEN pretend that the family is TALKING ME INTO getting take-out.

In conclusion:

It has come to my attention that several of my November birthday fitness challenge competitors mention "doing the laundry" and then add "plus drying, folding and putting away said laundry." This comes as a huge relief to me because I now realise that I may NOT be the only person who might possibly have family members who are not aware that "doing the laundry" BY DEFINITION includes the drying, folding and putting away of said laundry.

P.S.
I would like to say a HUGE thanks to the "anonymous" who left such a lovely comment for me earlier today. I have a soft spot for all anonymice because that's how I started off in blogland.

P.P.S.
Which reminds me...Laura...are you still out there? I miss you, and I still have the photo of Ellie's castle on my screensaver.

The race continues

I ran up and down the beach promenade 6 times this morning.

I almost got whiplash, twice, when Blue attempted to race after a bicycle.

I spent the rest of the day at a Melbourne Cup party. We had champagne and pavlova.

I know what you're all thinking...that's it? That.is.it?

No.

I also heated up some chicken for dinner....which my mother cooked for me because she knew I'd be exhausted from the party.

Shush, Paola, please...calm down...I'm still WAY AHEAD OF THAT PASTRY-MUNCHING, BEER-GUZZLING, RAP-LISTENING GERMAN GAL.

Because of the time difference.

She's so way behind me she will NEVER catch up.

But just to be certain, I'm doing a bit of extra preparation for Day Three of the November Birthday Challenge. It's late at night, and I should be in bed, but NO. I will not rest until I have:

ironed,

helped Mr. Commentbox pack for his business trip,

help Master Commentbox with his upcoming debating competition,

And cuddle my personal trainer,

All while listening to my new motivational song:

Things I did this morning

Ran 7.4 km.

Was overtaken while running by a pregnant woman pushing toddler twins in a stroller. She was talking on her mobile phone at the time.

Listened to "Ms New Booty" 3 times.

Listened to "Lipgloss" 3 times.

Drank 3 very strong coffees.

Filed/deleted old emails (all 678 of them).

Did 2 laundries.

Made perfect soft boiled eggs with vegemite soldiers for Miss Commentbox's brekkie.

Did the supermarket shopping.

PEOPLE, I AM ON A ROLL.

A ROLL I TELL YOU!!!

November birthday fitness challenge

Eurolush issued the challenge. So I had to do some quick calculations.


4 miles = 6.4 km


Hahahahahahahahahahaha.



Oh look, it's 7am Monday morning and I'm just about to take Master Commentbox to school and then go for my 7.4 km run.


See ya.