i've been drowning my marathon woes in sex & the city episodes courtesy of tulsi. i'm watching them backwards, kind of. i watched six from the first to the last, then five from the first to the last. then four. now i'm on three. it's confusing but that's me. something's gotta give.

been in touch with some important people lately. having the usual mid-winter self realizations that can only come after several glasses of wine and too much talk!

one is that i am not sure if i am cut out for all this running business. j is so into it. his enthusiasm kills mine. is this normal? am i so childish that everytime he gets really interested in something, i lose interest? shouldn't it work the other way around? it can't be normal. he explains it as big-sister syndrome; i'm still not sure exactly what that means but i remember as kids we used to get really annoyed when someone copied us and i would suffer when my parents said imitation is the highest form of flattery. yeah, it is, as long as you give props where props are deserved.

otherwise, life is pretty normal. i feel like i work too much on the weekend. bilby is slowly learning that he is not going to be a people food eater (i don't know what they let him do in the first few weeks of his life but he seems to have a penchant for avocados. who can blame him?). minou has settled into a very sedentary, indoor kitty routine. well, for the most part sedentary. bilby keeps her running around a lot. i will have to put her on a diet if she doesn't lose some weight over the summer. she keeps eating all of bilby's food. it's sweet, i have a fat kat!!!

it's tax time and i have to wrap my brain around that. as much as i do like the idea of paying someone else to do it, i think it should be simple enough to do myself seeing as how i haven't done anything very complicated this year. and if you can't even do your own taxes when they're simple... yikes! g & her man are starting their own company and she is an inspiration to me. i can only hope to be so organized one day!

i'm pretty much over winter too. for a change of pace, i'm home during the day at the moment so i can actually type with the sun beaming down on my fingers instead of having to warm them up under hot water periodically to regain feeling. out the window in front of me the greenery belies the chill inside my little queenslander. damnit, it's probably warmer outside and if i had wireless, i would be in the hammock in the sun... at least until my shift starts this afternoon. then working again tomorrow. but we need the money, as i am constantly reminded, so i can pay the house bills so j can pay his uni bills. did anyone out there expect me to be the *sole* bread-winner during his uni years? because apparently, that was how it was supposed to be. and because we moved to a bigger place, he has to work more. therefore i am bad. i realize that i don't normally vent and air these intimate/home issues on my blog because we do have mutual friends that read it. i will just point out that what you are reading is a one-sided view of the complete picture and there are always at least 2 sides to a story. i'm not going to try to tell another side to any story when i can barely get my own side right.

it's funny how a paragraph about the weather can turn into a full fledged rant. (actually, that was so far from full-fledged. )

work is still good. i am starting to miss the sunlight. but i'll get more of that when the summer comes. i don't know if i'll survive another winter in the mall though. my extra-sensory shopping skills are being overloaded and my bank account drained. bad news sistah. bad news.

speaking of sistahs, again, i thought i had one somewhere in the world. send me your mobile nubmer and i'll txt you, k?

i was trying to put on some weight to keep me a bit warmer during the chilly times but all attempts have been thwarted by mysterious losses despite purposefully aggressive diet changes. this compounded with sex&thecity's carrie's (in season 3 & 4) fab abs is leading me towards thoughts of joining a gym again. i think i need a personal trainer though. preferably a really hot one. (guy or girl). just for fun. you know.

i am having an awesome time at my bollywood dance classes on monday nights! check out that blog!
http://bollyfunk.blogspot.com/

i'm in some of the pics, i think the photographer was too shy to shoot from the front of the class so it's a bunch of ass-shots. too bad cause we're all smiling heaps, it is so much fun!

except the day after the marathon when i tried to go to dance class. that wasn't fun. sometimes i think i am super woman. i couldn't even pop my hips that day and was emotionally drained. i almost cried in bollywood dance class. awwwwwwww. so i got j to pick me up and we ate ice cream and pizza instead. yeah me!

and yeah me for my shift today, i am working at the pig city music festival (?) as a promo girl for the battery energy drink... i actually have to get dressed and stuff and go soon. :)

bisous!

-xo-