Just a little funk

The things I should be doing:

Writing
Making a chocolate cake: one for school lunches and, lets face it, one for me to eat so I don’t feel deprived
Making a you-beaut new vegetable garden
Writing
Replying to 1,897 emails
Downloading photos
Writing
Sewing with my fabulous SF/NY fabrics
Getting the roast beef ready for the lunch I got SH and the kids ramped about yesterday
Doing the school uniform washing
And the towels
Writing
Finding, buying and reading the book I’m supposed to be discussing at bookclub on Wednesday
Marketing my book
Writing a new one
Wrting anything
Eeew vacuuming
Changing the linen
Which, of course means, more washing
Getting the kids to clean up their rooms
Cleaning up my room
Remembering how to blog
 

The things I want to do

Believe it or not, I actually want to do many of the things on the above list on some cellular level.  Well, 5 of them anyway.  But overriding that feeling is the desire to lie about and gaze out the window and flick aimlessly through a magazine.  With some chocolate cake.

I think I’m ovulating.

Sorry, guys.

Nervous Nelly

Tonight I will be the guest speaker for the Yass Rotary Club.  They’ve invited me to come and speak as an author (who, me?) and I’m worried that they will be disappointed.  Because really and truly, I’m just a girl (I have good skin).  I mean I’m really just a person.  A person who wrote a book last year and has lost a bit of the momentum that carried me through the launch, book readings and book signings. 
I’m downright nervous.

Being on the telly was nervewracking (less so when I realised the cameraman was an old friend of mine) but I also knew they could edit to make me both look and sound better.  The launch was great because I had invited pretty much all the people there anyway.  Book readings were fun because my work was often the comedy after some very serious stuff.  But this is just me.  Speaking.  For 20 to 25 minutes.  And I won’t even have children around to use as props or sound effects.  And you’d think I would have prepared something.  You’d be wrong.  I have pondered it vaguely.  I have run a few sentences around in my head.  And left it to the last minute.  And then I have made a quilt, dyed some old wool blankets, done three loads of washing, the dishwasher and cleaned the kids bathroom.  I know!  That’s not like me at all!

It’s the Rotary Club, people.  I’ve probably served half of them coffee and cake in my paying job. 
Will they frown on my silliness?  Will I hear crickets? 

Somebody send me some laughs??!!

Oops I did it again..

Dear Turtle and Dennis,

How are you?  I am fine.
I am writing to apologise for my lack of short attention span.  Sometime ago you both honored me with variously a gold card award (Dennis) and a blog Meme tag (Turtle).  And as you can imagine I was chuffed!  I blew out my cheeks and smiled and had warm happy thoughts for at least the next 30 minutes in both cases.  Unfortunately, then, instead of acting on both immediately, I procrastinated.  Who would I bestow the honor onto?  Who?  Who?  Would I remember how to put Dennis’s gold card html up on the site? (No) and could I do it so it looked like it is supposed to and does on everyone else’s blog? (Probably not despite having gotten fabulous instruction on how to do this before).  And then *poof* – just like the best Christmas present book I got a few years ago….wait….what?  Where was I?  Oh yeah, anyway, my brain tucked it away into the part of my memory that deals with clever stuff, and closed the door.  And locked it.  And lost the key.  And then forgot.

So, now I’m stuck at home with acute lower back pain caused by an overburdened sacrum and I can’t do anything.  Not.  A.  Thing.  Except walk and it’s raining outside and I can’t put my own sneakers on.  OR 100 cobra poses, and the dogs compete to try and lick my face every single one.  Yergghhhh!!!

Maybe it was the dog lick, I don’t know, but that dusty old door to the part of my brain with the stuff and the lock – remember that one?  I just did.  Anyway, it swung open.  And I am very sorry.  You guys are both very good and entertaining blog friends and I appreciate you both!

! Oh LOOK Dennis!  There it is (hopefully)!

Luckily for me the rules are the same, so I’m taking full advantage of that – and I hope you won’t hold it against me.

1. Choose a max of 5 blogs (we could all probably list our entire blogroll, but then you might as well just point people at your blogroll).
2. Four of the 5 have to be dedicated followers of your blog.
3. One has to be someone new or recently new to your blog and live in another part of the world (the definition of “another part of the world” is left to your discretion).
4. You must link back to whoever gave you the award (fair’s fair! If they’re sending traffic your way, the least you can do is thank them by sending traffic back theirs. Hopefully you also like their blog, too).

1. Em at the Itty Bitty Homestead, who lives generously and greenly in her little bitty place.  She is not my sister BTW.
2. Stace who has the cutest piffle, drivel and fluff.
3. Rhubarb Whine - I love a whine and a woine.
4. Living is detail’s photos speak to me and her experiences help me remember and see better.
5. And a shout out to dr corner who is the only male and non-Australian on this list!  The BBQ recipes were tasty.

(BTW, people, please don’t feel you have to follow through if this causes you any angst.  It’s supposed to be fun.  I did, but I think I got away with it.  Don’t mention the war. What excellent comedy on the BBC did that line come from?)

Yours truly and forgetfully…WOW! You should see the rain pouring off the gutter!  I feel like toast…..