Life between coffees.
Strange Love
I think I’m in love with my barber. Man, it is just the best experience having your hair cut at his place. Today I counted – no less than 4 lotions were applied in a quick and simple short back and sides. The guy is a legend. We got to talking about my work and now my card is in his window! Not that that many people wandering along Vernon St will ever want a web site, but it’s there none the less. If only you could smell how good my head smells now!
Worry
This week I should start work on a web site entitled ‘Tackling Bowel Cancer’. The thing that worries me most is they are going to have a logo. The mind boggles…
Morning
I must be getting old, what with it being the last day of me being 31. Monday morning and I want to be back in bed – think I actually fell back to sleep as I drove in to work. The longer I sit here, the more my head gravitates toward the desk. Just thinking that this morning I didn’t want to get out of bed ’cause it was five degrees yet yesterday afternoon we were laying in the park under a clear blue sky in t-shirts. Melbourne winters, gotta love ’em.
It’s all bad news for Thomas. After he and Phee did their impersonation of an alarm clock this morning he has been officially banished to the laundry to sleep. He had his chance. Phee was quite funny this morning too. After Thomas was locked away and she had been growled at for turning lights on when we were sleeping all was quiet for a few seconds. Then the sound of her door opening and a great stage whisper ‘Thomas….Thomas’. More yelling to get back to bed, which, along with much muttering, she eventually did. Life’s tough when your six and they lock your cat away.
Oh the Humainty
You;d think an afternoon in the sun, drinking beer and chatting with Rae and my best mate would be an ideal way to spend the first day of winter. HAH! Wrong. The damn Tiger’s. It was such a good game, yelled myself horse. The boys played it right out and the game was a lot closer than the final 19 point margin.
Had a wonderful night with Rae last night. We stayed at The Novotel and Rae took me for the most wonderful dinner at Cafe Superbo. It was so nice to wake up looking out over the bay. A spot of shopping in South Melbourne and then off to the footy.
Life, in short, is grand.
Firday, Sweet Friday
End of the week – thank god. Have been working on one new feature for the web site all week and hopefully today will be the day I get it going.
Tonight it’s off to the Novotel for a birthday treat. Dinner in St Kilda, spa in the room, football tomorrow and Rae’s friend is cooking us dinner tomorrow night. Who could ask for more? Turning 32 ain’t too bad.
Gravy
It had to happen. White shirt, gravy – the two meet on my lunch break. Now I have to walk around looking like the uncoordinated eater that I am.
Hooligans
“Hours after leading the Saints to an upset win over Frawley?s Tigers at Colonial Stadium on Saturday, Harvey and Loewe pulled up in Frawley?s driveway at 4.30am.
?There was a bit of a toot outside on Sunday morning,? Frawley told Talking Footy”
Initiation
Slowly becoming a dad. Phee was sick last night and while Rae dealt with the smelly side of the problem I helped Phee clean up. Just a little thing but I suppose baby steps. Rae’s getting over a bug too but seemed to spend most of the night getting up to tend to Phee, think it will be an early one this evening.
My Job
A quick five minute update to the page design for the work site has now turned into a day and half disaster. The site has gone heywire – my authoring software appears to be dead and no end in sight.
Commute
Huge accident under the Westgate bridge this morning meant I had to get on the freeway going the wrong way, get off at Millers Rd and then head back in to the city. The whole of under the bridge was blocked, seems to be two fatalities. Before I knew this I got mad because I was going to be 20 minutes late to work, now some poor person won’t ever be going home.