Merry Xmas one and none (no one reads this blog anyway). Happy New Year too.
It's been a fun one for me... I always detest the lead-up but love the moment. This year the days leading up to celebrating the birth of the baby hay-zus were nothing short of suckful. But that was last year. The glass is still half-full and Karma's a bitch.
I made the horrendous mistake of 'whipping out to the shops' on Chrismas eve day... now I've made some mistakes in my life but I do chalk this excursion up to one of my finer moments of pure stupidity. But I did not punch, swear or get stroppy... and what do you know - a car park opened up like a golden gate in front of me - how fortunate was I. the fact that it was located an entire suburb away did not disway me from venturing into the B-O fragrant sesspool that is the mighty westfield mall.
Once in the core of the volcano of west Auckland shopping frenzy it wasn't so bad... naturally all of the items that drove me into the mall madness originally were sold out but in the end the compromise was just as good if not better. I even bumped into a friend who shouted me one of those deliciously overpriced TANK slushy thingies. I then scooted to the supermarket just to get the Christmas Day essentials but conveniently forgot that I had to hike the length of the desert road to get back to the car - with all my purchases. Including bottled water... that's not light. I couldn't feel my fingers for 3 hours.
But let's skip to Xmas day... nice and relaxed - amazing how laid back you feel after you've stuck your hand up a turkey's arse. Was the beginning of a wonderful bonding experience with my Mum - shelling pees on the front veranda with a glass of bubbly... making a delicious cheesecake of which I had none of due to an overdose of turkey. Watching my boy and my brother misbehave with their toy dart guns - seems they had a hidden automatic heatseeking device attached to them at they found it screamingly funny how many tarts successfully attacked my fleshy gluts.
Skip to Boxing Day... bit of a foggy head but no too bad - until I was kidnapped (or should that be pushing-40-napped???) My brother and his wift bundled me into their housetruck and screamed off towards the sunny beachside town of Athenree in Waihi... where I proceeded to have quite a good time! We posed drunk on large pohutukawa trees - worked the pole on a catamaran and ran around the reserve like lunatics. It was awesome.
Came home to sleep after two nights away and then collected my beloved Rhino. After a few emotional moments of reconnection with my beautiful truck... I then did something entirely uncharacteristic of me ... I did a 'pop in'. and unlike the norm where theres no one home - they were... suffice to say we busted out the 8% Cody's, kareoke and got good and almightily hammered - at some point I was wearing a purple wig... just coz.
Of course this impromtu soiree made me about ooh 8 hours late for a trip down south to the all day pajama NYE party I was committed to attending but I got there. It kind of was a last minute decision anyway but I am most pleased I went... saw the new year in already ready for bed - the fact I did not actually sucumb to sleep until about 6.30 am New Year's Day is irrelevent.
So that's my Christmas - condensed and edited for television. Favorite moment... singing in the truck on the way to Waihi and family. Least favorite moment... those New Years kisses you are expected to give without vomiting. Resolutions... well... I don't know. Stay sane... lose weight... try to laugh more than I cry and perhaps finally start dating again... I'm sure Hugh Jackman is just waiting until I'm ready for a serious relationship... yes, yes that's what it is for sure.
Enjoy 2009
xxxx
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