It’s lazy blogging, but here is a random collection of things written as they come to me and generally unedited:

  • at the market last week, Opinionated Boy and I stood on the correct weight scales together, because I didn’t want anyone else to see my weight, but really wanted to check mine even though I know that I weight roughly quite a bit more than I used to. The young woman who got on after me weighed 45 kilos which actually made me feel better about myself. Still, I need to do more exercise;
  • work-wise, things are really starting to come together for me, though if you were to say ‘so ThirdCat, what is it you actually do‘ I wouldn’t be able to tell you;
  • doesn’t Bec’s party – and indeed Bec – look ace;
  • we have finally managed to block off all the bat holes at the house in which I hope soon to be semi-living, but fully realise that my dream is still very much at the clouds stage;
  • I see on the calendar there where the mister has written his name and the entry ‘fishing – Yorke Peninsula’ and am not at all sure whether this is a joke and he seems not be returning my texts on said calendar entry;
  • Straight-Up-and-Down Boy is really growing up and it is breaking my heart at the same time it is making my heart sing;
  • the unidentified difficult issues which I can’t really tell you about, because it’s not my business to be publishing such things on the internet are as good as they could be;
  • Opinionated Boy is having a lot of trouble deciding what he is going to wear to the fairy party on Sunday – he has a skirt in a truly dreadful shade of pink and of a truly vile fabric which he often wears for dancing and I am supporting him in his decision to wear it even though I really don’t like pink, and I am quite annoyed with myself for even buying into this whole pink discussion (I think the thing putting him off is that everyone stares at him when he wears it);
  • facebook really isn’t doing it for me;
  • if you got The Age last weekend, the next time you share your bed with someone, you should put the magazine – the one with Barrack Obama – on top of your head when you get into bed tonight and then go psst – it is really funny;
  • I have to go, because I have just got an email from someone which throws into some doubt that point above ‘work-wise, things are really starting to come together for me…’ *bangs head on table*.