Bye Bye 2009

I meant to write this yesterday, I REALLY did, but I procrastinated for too long and ran out of time. By procrastinated, I mean reading other people's end of year blogs and chatting to friends on FaceBook and Twitter.

The past decade I've been married and divorced and have lived in three countries, in two hemispheres and have moved house more times than I care to count. I've made LOADS of new friends, many of whom I now don't see often seeing as they're in the US and I'm in Australia, but with good friends, time and distance don't matter.

I began this blog nearly two years ago and have STILL not had a baby, let alone even been pregnant, but I'm determined to have a baby and will keep at it as long as my doctor and my emotions let me.

My New Year's resolution...yes, I actually have one, is to be more pro active. I also need to actually write more in my blog rather than jut composing it as I walk in the mornings and never actually put pen to paper, or in 2010 terms, fingers to keyboard. I actually have something to say everyday, but have not been vigilant about blogging. So now, you'll be hearing form me a lot more often.

I'm now wishing I'd written this yesterday, because today, all I want to do is nap, but I'm determined to finish...damnit.

Ehhh, what the hell, my brain is full of champagne and I'm just going to blabber and you'll be bored, so I will continue tomorrow.

Happy New Year Peeps

N x

Ayecarumba

I met Bart Simpson, not the ten year old, real one, but a 42 year old version...

I had yet another blind date on Saturday. After every dud one, I say no more, but my friends keep telling me, it only takes one and maybe the next date won't be traumatic.

Well, yet again, they were wrong. I gave in and had a coffee meeting with a guy on Saturday. He called to introduce himself and asked if I wanted to meet that week. I agreed and he suggested we could meet on Thursday night in the city, after he went salsa dancing (yup), which would be at, oh, about 10.30 or 11pm. Ummm, no, I'm in bed by then and CERTAINLY NOT meeting a newbie in the middle of the night. I recommended we start with coffee on the weekend.

There was a bit of a debate (by him) as to where to meet on Saturday for coffee. He lives about 20 minutes from me and said he never comes to my hood (my word, he's not cool enough to use it) because it's too difficult to park and I don't travel far for first dates, which from here on out, will no longer be called a date. We agreed on the closest mall seeing as there's tons of parking underneath.

He was already at the cafe when I arrived and the second I saw him, I nearly just kept on walking, but being the sucker that I am, I said hi and sat down. He was Bart Simpson with glasses...he had Bart's signature hair, very short on the sides and tufted on top, which si cute on a ten year old cartoon character, but on a real life 40 something man, it looks ridiculous. Plus, he kept twiddling the front of it in his fingers, like a little girl plays with her hair. ALSO, his boobs were bigger than mine. How do I know this? His horizontal-striped tee shirt was too tight. I wanted to laugh and take a photo to post on FaceBook and Twitter so everyone could see.

He was a sweet man, for someone else, but not for me and I was bored. To top off, as we were getting ready to leave...something I was very much looking forward to, he asked me whether food in this specific mall was expensive. Huh? Compared to where? Pre-made food, supermarket food, WTF was he asking??? We'd already paid the bill at the cafe, so I knew he wasn't planning on eating with me. I'm not sure he even knew why he asked, so I said bye and we parted ways, never to speak again.

I will not go on anymore blind dates

I will not go on anymore blind dates

I will not go on anymore blind dates

I will not go on anymore blind dates

I will not go on anymore blind dates

N x