new site!

Hello my dears,

I’ve set up a new place away from Blogger.

Update your links, readers, feeds, post it notes and bookmarks to –

www.theantilogy.com/

Please come over with me, I’ll keep this page open for another month or so before shutting this baby down.

Thanks kittens.

stuff

Thoughts for today –

- Why do I wear stockings to work? Yes, they’re comfortable and almost as warm as wearing trousers. But the bunching around the ankles? And the gusset? Not good.

- Why do I drink beer and stay out too late on school nights?

- To top it all off why bother going to trivia if you’re going to come in second place? Behind the team that the LawyerBoy is a part of? I mean why don’t you ask to be kicked when you’re down?

- Why when my alarm went off the morning did I hit Stop rather than Snooze?

- And why did I wake up when I’m supposed to leave the house to catch my train to the minute?

- I purchased my own domain today as well as hosting, and will likely to be moving to Wordpress. It’s cleaner and looks neat. You shouldn’t see any changes here but I’ll let you know when it’s all up and running. If I don’t take down the innernet accidentally, of course.

- I’m going ten pin bowling and drinking with FaceBookBoy on Friday night and will be crashing at his house. Beth seems to think he’s got the cheater vibe about him and may make a move. I am, as always, in my own blissful happy place and seeing it no more than two old school friends catching up. Am I simple, naïve or bang on?

- My weekends are jam packed for the next month and I am not happy about it at all.

- Did you realise that girlblogetc is back? Do you realise how fucking awesome that is?

- I’ve tried for the past 3 days to not swear once during the day, in my head cursing is okay, but nothing out loud. I didn’t last past 9 a.m. on any of the days.

- Should go do some work before my brain completely gives up.

tough

Had a great weekend, ate far too much and socialised far too much.

Mormon Housewife came down on Saturday for her birthday, this time with the babies in tow. Those kids are gorgeous, even if one of them is a ginge. So they came and destroyed my house and terrorised the cats for a few hours while I spoke to MH about many frivolous things including receiving a friend request on Facebook from a girl we did not like in high school, but who I went to school with from kindergarten. Her answer is don’t accept it as I don’t want to see her.

Valid point really.

My Dad returned from his holiday yesterday and came back with TATTOOS ON HIS HANDS! Fucking mid life bloody crisis hippy man. Honestly, they wonder why I rebelled by being straight laced. Did I ever tell you how I was going to get my eyebrow pierced for my 16th birthday and my Dad suggested a tongue ring or tattoo instead?

Yeah.

The walk on Sunday was good, although being overtaken by those fit birds in their 60’s is slightly embarrassing. Followed by Mario Kart at BeardedBoy’s house, and then the Mothers Day lunch – which my father came to.

Good weekend, I’m tired but good.

I’ve also decided to put a time limit on another boy crush I have. I have a strong belief that you’ve gotta learn something out of each relationship, and Mark taught me to take boys on their words – if they say they’re not interested or they wish things were different but they’re not, believe them. So BeardedBoy is out, TattooedBoy is out.

I’m tough like that *strikes muscle poses*

stuff part VVIVI

This is what kept me awake last night. George is fascinated with my books and bookcase, and as a result spends most nights when I’m trying to sleep in, on or pulling out books. Drives me mental.

And this is me trying to take a photo the other night. George does not care for order, quiet, cleanliness, keeping still for photos or respecting your sleep.

I gave up after these.

Last night I went back to Madame Fling Flong’s and had a few cocktails and tapas with Paul. He did not listen to me when I warned him the mojito’s were evil. He learned though.

He also met Lily and thought he’d be able to charm her with tricks that had a 100% success rate. Lily is not capable of being charmed and hates you and everyone else in this world.

This weekend is bloody busy and I haven’t got any time to just sprawl at home which is one of my favourite things to do. Saturday is Mormon Housewife’s birthday thing, Sunday morning charity walk, hang out at BeardedBoy’s house, then to the Mothers Day lunch.

Life is relatively boring at the moment, things are good, work is good, friends are good, boys are annoying, stuff just rolls on you know?

Anyway, I should head home. What are you all up to this weekend?

theresa

I had a most charitable day Friday that it seems I was going for the Mother Theresa award. If Mother Theresa only sporadically did charitable things, and had a smug warm and fuzzy feeling afterwards. Christ, that last sentence probably erases any good I did huh?

I finally sponsored a child and I signed up to do a charity walk for breast cancer. Granted the walk will only take an hour or so and the monthly sponsor cost is half of my waxing bill but it’s the thought right?

This weekend was lovely, weather wise it was gorgeous. So gorgeous that I spent most of Saturday afternoon on my back lawn in the sun reading. And fighting of George who kept trying to sleep on my book.

Stupid cat.

I also got a haircut. I officially have a bob and it is awesome. See!

I realised the other day that I’m now earning the mythical figure that as a teenage/child I thought I would be insanely wealthy. But I’m not insanely wealthy and I regularly count the days until I get paid. I’m 27 now and I suppose I just figured I’d own a house or a car by now, or even I imagine had my license. I don’t buy designer clothes, I don’t buy my jewellery from Tiffany’s, I don’t get my hair cut at some fancy pants hair salon. Instead I still buy my clothes from Target or Sussans or Jacqui E or if I’m feeling posh Witchery. I’ve only just started buying shoes my Myer’s rather than Target and I use Nutrimetics cosmetics or my left over Body Shop stuff I bought when I used to get a 50% discount.

I didn’t have this idea or this time line that I imagined myself to be at at this age but most of the time I’m blagging it, whether it comes to work, or dating or anything else and I wait everyday for someone to politely tap me on the shoulder and tell me sadly that they’ve figured out I have no idea what I’m doing and it’d be best for all concerned if I just left quietly.

This is normal right?

I’ve now spent the last few days having to listen to BeardedBoy talk about the new girl he likes. To this I say fuck right off. I realised that out of the 3 or so boys I’ve met recently I am now officially friends with all of them.

BeardedBoy – Friends, he likes someone else.
Tattooed Long Haired Boy – Still friends, he’s interested in 18 year old rocker girls.
FacebookBoy – About to head off for an extended holiday with the ginge minge girlfriend.

So now I’ve decided I am a leper and that is all there is to it. The End.

Oh, except that I’m organising an orphans Mothers Day lunch for kids who won’t be with their mothers where we will eat Italian food and drink wine. It’s going to be awesome.