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I have been battling to find a good book for ages - I have so much on my mind that if a book is not really gripping, I find myself drifting off and battling to concentrate. Well, on Friday afternoon I struck gold when browsing at my local Exclusive Books! I was seated at one of the tables, paging through a stack of novels, when the lady seated next to me asked the store manager for help in selecting books for her book club. I shamelessly eavesdropped and ended up getting some fantastic suggestions, one of which was "The Yellow Eyes of Crocodiles" by Katherine Pancol.
My GFD (Glamorous Friend Debbie) sent this to me yesterday, and I thought it was absolutely HILARIOUS. Needless to say, this is a series of Survivor that I would actually WATCH!
I am a shameless fan of Martha Stewart (except for the jail bit, of course) and would LOVE to have my own TV show like hers where I host chefs, landscapers, craft gurus and decor experts. The only difference would be that I would sit on a chair in my pajamas and sip coffee! Hey, it could work!
Seriously, what I love most about Martha Stewart, is her recipes - especially those that work perfectly every time and are so easy that you are tempted to make them over and over again!
I hate to be overly dramatic, but I think I am in serious danger of becoming schizophrenic. Stop laughing, I am being deadly serious.
You see, ever since the beginning of the year, I have been working tirelessly on simplifying my life (and yes, I am aware of the irony in saying that!) Stephen and I are cutting unnecessary costs, we have managed to identify things that add stress to our lives and are either fixing or eradicating them, and we have both joined the Hands-Free Revolution and now spend a lot less time on our phones when we are at home.
Between you and me, I am starting to get a little concerned about Stephen. He has developed this rather odd look on his face, one in which he looks deeply concerned and completely bewildered. I am hoping it's not the onset of some weird syndrome where he starts drooling out the side of his mouth or licking windows.
*Disclaimer - this is not a funny post - just something I have been thinking about for a while!
I had a bit of a sombre moment this weekend. To be honest, it is something that has been brewing for about a year (I know, I am a slow learner!), something I thought about quite a bit while we were overseas this December, and something I keep MEANING to action, but never quite get around to doing. Because it is inconvenient. Because I don't REALLY want to do it. And because - like going to the gym and booking a dentist appointment, it's something that I always keep putting off until tomorrow.
My friend Tertia posted this on Facebook and it absolutely made my day. No week. No year! Needless to say, I am now looking in the Classifieds for people I can SMS - what a brilliant new hobby!
We're back home after an absolutely AMAZING holiday - two weeks in the UK celebrating Christmas with family and a further two weeks in France exploring new regions (also known as "eating ourselves into a coma"). It was honestly one of the most memorable holidays I have ever had - made even more so by the fact that our GPS tried to kill us.
I am LOVING this time of year - I really am SUCH a Christmas Fairy (something Stephen enjoys and sighs about in equal measure). This year, despite hecticrazymanic year-end deadlines and To Do lists, I am determined to give my family the gift of a Christmas EXPERIENCE. Often small but memorable moments that will hopefully become traditions in years to come. (Please don't get me wrong, it's nothing major at ALL - just a conscious effort to try and be "in the moment" in the days leading up to Christmas instead of rushing around for weeks and becoming not-so-nice to live with in the process!)
Any woman who has had children (or been married) will know that weeping comes with the territory. Add hormones and anything is likely to trigger a snot-fest. This collection of heart wrenching photos (which had all the ladies in the office in tears yesterday) had to be shared, because no-one should cry alone. Be warned: tissues essential!