Friday, 13 August 2010

Fabulous Friday: MLT Time For One

Okay, which bastard thought it'd be hilarious to steal my Bedazzler?  I am going to hunt you down as soon as I can stand, and pull your spleen out your left nostril.  As some of you may have noticed my insane attempt to be perky at least one day a week has gone awry.  Not like anyone is truly surprised, well except for that tiny delusional anal portion of my mind that still thinks it can do everything.  With the absence of my metaphorical Bedazzler, these last few weeks at Château Rusty have been rather bereft of sparkly rhinestones and crystals.   I have resorted to watching hours of The People's Court, and even made it through an entire episode of Paris Hilton's reality show without retching, or doing an Elvis and shooting my TV.  Even I am scared.  An intervention may be in order.

Well as I've managed to get my bp out of the toilet for two seconds today, I thought I'd have a bash at perkiness.  "Got to be in it to win it", or so they say.  Whoever the hell 'they' are?  I'm pretty sure 'they' may be in cahoots with the pathologically cheerful purveyors of religion who keep knocking on my door at 8:30am.  I'm starting to think there must be some sign on my house indicating that I am in desperate need of salvation.  Mind you if they came after my morning sanity coffee I may actually be more receptive, well probably not, but definitely more civil regarding their message, and not set my large dog on them (good boy Thor).  They really need to get onto their market research people.  8:30 on a Saturday morning is not the time to try and convert the heathen masses.  Hell, 11:30 on a Saturday morning is not the time to try and covert the heathen masses.  Only the insane are open to conversion at this time. 

But I digress.

When my kids were younger we used to have MLT time one day a week after school.  MLT being Mummy, rug rat L. and rug rat T. time. We would go to a café and have hot chocolates or lime spiders and chat about their week.  Both of them had some tough times with bullies and the like so to try and refocus them from the crappy aspects of school we always ended with them picking three good things about their week.  So I thought today I should try and have MLT time for one ,and find three good things from the last few weeks (and try valiantly to live in denial about the rest).


Number one:  I had to go to a talk at the eldest rug rats school about learning to drive.  Sounds crap right?  But no.  I scored big time.  First I picked up the youngest rug rat from basketball practice next door and brought us each a chocolate Twix bar.  We won two free bars.  Now in my sad little life this was enough to make me do a little jig in front of youngest rug rats basketball mates and embarrass the help out of him (this is compulsory in every mum's KPIs).  Next we returned to the talk only to win first a little squishy toy in the shape of a VW.  For those of you who don't know I love a little VW bug and have always wanted one, though a combi comes very close in the love stakes.  Next we won a big box of chocolates.  Then we won a $25 gift voucher for a music store.  Score!!!  We made up for a lifetime of never winning so much as a used piece of gum, in one night. There may also have been more embarrassing dancing in front of eldest rug rats teenage friends.

Number two:  Some of you may know I had some excitement in my street the other day.  For some reason a rather strange man decided that he would run up and down my street for a couple of hours wearing nothing but a pair of poorly fitting jeans.  It was about 5C, being the middle of Winter here in Aus so it was bizarre from the out set.  He was possible the hairiest man I had seen in a while and in desperate need of an Epilady across his back.  I was tempted to yell "Run Forrest, run" out my lounge window but I didn't want to break his stride.  Even better was the fact that at each lap, thanks to his poorly fitting jeans, more and more of his money box came into view.  I could have lost $100 down that furry coin slot.  Alas he must have tired, and eventually disappeared.  I am hoping he comes back though as he did provide me with a couple of giggle-filled hours.

Number three:  I won a blog prize.  Mr London Street (MLS) gave me a nod as one of his three best posts for That Was The Week That Blogged (TWTWTB).  It was for The Wonder Years, which I changed my mind about posting about a dozen time.  I was lucky enough to win one of these last year for Farewell to the Brandy Hag, and I was equally chuffed this time.  When someone, whose writing you admire gives you an award it's rather exciting.  I have suggested MLS as a blog to  follow before and will again (and not just because he gave me an award and said lovely things, though I am not adverse to bribery).  As his profile says, he is "Reading's Premier Humourist. Occasional nookie ocelot. Highly conflicted purveyor of high class smut and melancholy to the masses".  If you like your humour dry and your melancholy dark, he is your man.

Okay I made it to three.  I will now focus on free chocolate, naked hairy men and bask in the glory of my accolade for a while.  Hopefully this will lead me back to my happy place and my elusive Bedazzler.  I will now attempt to drag my body out of bed (it's 3:30pm), scull water and chug salt in the hopes of getting my bp up enough to go out to dinner with my physio girls.  I may need a mule or a sturdy Sherpa to get me up the mountain to the restaurant but damn it I'm getting there.

Insert the world's greatest motivational music, ever.




Cheers
The "blame it on the lack of oxygen getting to my brain" Michelle :)

6 comments:

  1. Your comments about the lovely early morning proselytizers made me think of this video by John Safran. He is an atheist and got fed up with the 8:30 Saturday morning visits... so much so he traveled to Salt Lake City and went around door to door to proselytize about atheism. Pretty funny!

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U58wgn-9Y3c

    ReplyDelete
  2. It was an absolutely knockout post Michelle. I hope the people who read it will come back to check out more of your blog. I'm a big fan.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Well I am a big fan of Mr London Street and feel quite honoured we have something in common being a fan of yours also. A thorougly well deserved award.

    I still feel a guilty pleasure at laughing when you post in the face of adversity. But in my defence you are funny really funny.

    I hope your bp behaves better its time it went and sat on the naughty step for a while and left you alone

    ReplyDelete
  4. Ericka - Love John Safran (he is an Aussie boy after all). He and Father Bob have done a lot of work together discussing religion warts and all. Really entertaining. Years ago he was on a TV game show for budding journalists who went all over the world doing stories. He ran naked through Jerusalem and kicked a football over to Gaza. He was always hilarious and irreverent.

    ReplyDelete
  5. MLS - thanks so much. I'm glad I put it up now as I was very undecided initially due to it's content. It seems to have touched a nerve judging by the messages, comments and emails I received.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Achelois - If I can make you laugh it's worth it. I'd rather people laughed as I try to. My life is too absurd to not laugh. I think I may try and put my bp on the naughty step, it has been a very very naughty boy! LOL

    ReplyDelete

All who are lovely enough to comment should be showered with cup cakes, glitter and macarons. I promise to use my spoon bending mind powers to try and get that happening for all who are lovely enough to share their words. Those who go the extra step to share posts should really get a free unicorn. Or at least the gift of finding the shortest and quickest line at the supermarket on a regular basis. xx