My bestie Amy and I had just finished one of the hardest things either of us had done in all our years as friends. We had finally officially completed a ten week fitness boot camp. It was an incredibly intensive fitness program for people determined to lose a lot of weight as possible within the ten weeks. It was one of the most challenging and amazing experience of my life and I am so proud of us for getting through it. It’s all part of our new year’s resolution to get fitter and look better. Amy and I decided that we needed to treat ourselves as a reward for our accomplishment. We together and spoke of all the years we’d known each other and all the battles we had been through together.
We toasted to our success with a wheatgrass juice and congratulated each other on losing more weight than we had planned. To celebrate, Amy suggested we book ourselves in for a few cosmetic treatments, I’m thinking dermal fillers in Melbourne. It was a fantastic idea, complete our makeover by having a few little things done to make us look a few years younger. I picked up the phone with glee and made two appointments. A total makeover is going to go perfectly with our new bodies. I can’t wait to see the look on the face of the people at work when we show up looking ten years younger. We’ll probably need to think about anti wrinkle injections, Melbourne ladies are no stranger to getting their fine lines sorted out. I simply could not believe the confidence that was radiating off my friend Amy. I had never seen her looking so happy and confident. I took a second to think and to my shock I also hadn’t felt this happy in a long time either. We both had a new lease on life and things were going to be different from now on. We were two smart and beautiful individuals ready to take on the world.
Lately I’ve been feeling kind of down and I can’t seem to shake it. I have been moping around my house for last week now. I even missed my usual appointment to get laser hair removal, Melbourne is just too big for me sometimes. I haven’t felt brave enough to venture out into the real world and be social. I’ve had all the curtains drawn and the lights turned off most of the time, I’ve been enjoying it. I took my friends coming over to visit and telling me that I needed to snap out of it for me make a plan. My best friend ever Liz knows how to give me a stern talking to when I need to hear it the most. She came over after hearing that I hadn’t been to work in two weeks and that none of my friends or family had heard from me. It happens every now and again, I have a few dark days or weeks. It definitely isn’t something to get very worried about. Sometimes I get stuck in a rut and can’t find my happy place, it is no big deal. I was happy to see Liz but wasn’t in the mood for her her lectures. I wanted to be covered in blankets, watching helpless romantic comedies until I fell asleep. Liz knew that it was all a lie and that I was incredibly sad. She spent the night with me in my house and her company was nice.
The next morning when we woke up Liz making me breakfast. I slowly emerged from the bedroom and Liz told me I had an appointment for anti aging injections in Melbourne. At first I was shocked, but then I couldn’t stop laughing. It was the perfect idea. This was the first I’d heard about our beauty appointments but it was nice. She smiled at me all big and beautiful and told me not to say another word on the matter. I really hope this is the start of something special between Liz and I.
Okay so I know this probably makes me a bad person, but for my wedding, the one and only thing I asked my sister (who was desperate to get her finger in every pie) to do was to book the Hummer limo hire. Melbourne has lots of wonderful limo hire places, I am sure, and so I assumed this would not be a particularly difficult feat of her behalf, but it appears I was wrong. Since I assigned her the task she’d been asking for since she’d found out I was engaged, literally all she has done is complain about it. Complain about how hard it is, how busy she is, how rude they are, it just goes on. Doesn’t she realise I have about a million other things on my plate at the moment, and all I want to do is arrive on time to my own wedding?
Honestly, I couldn’t care less how nice the driver is, as long as I make it there. Can you imagine accidently jilting your fiance because your sister couldn’t get her act together? Because believe me, that scenario has been playing over and over in my head for days. So to avoid all that potential for disaster, I’ve decided I’m going to take organising limo hire in Melbourne into my own hands. I’m not going to leave anything up to chance, and if there’s one thing putting on this beast of a wedding has shown me, it’s that if you want something done right, you definitely have to do it yourself. Just because you’re related to (or about to be related to) someone, doesn’t mean they’re going to come through for you on or before your ‘special day’.
Gosh, just listen to me. I’ve become so jaded! Oh well, I can always go back to being nice Cynthia after the honeymoon. Right now I just have to get stuff done.
Yesterday was my seven year old son Philip’s birthday and to tell the truth it did not look at all like it was going to go well. It was one of those classic broken home scenarios, where, having told Philip’s father almost six months ago that organising his birthday was his responsibility, since I take care of basically everything else. About a week out, I got a call from the police station telling me that Philip’s father was currently in jail and that he’d told them to contact me. This was not the shock it may have been, since Philip’s father had been in jail twice before, but it meant that there was no way anything birthday related was going to be organised by him. Once again, everything was down to me and the pressure was well and truly on.
Having paid almost no attention to what Philip’s father was working on (and secretly hoping whatever it was would fail, showing Philip once and for all how worthless his father is) I had no idea where to even begin. When I explained the situation to Philip, I decided the best course of action would be to ask him candidly what he wanted to do. To my surprise, he responded he wanted to do ice skating lessons with his friends. This was rather unexpected, and as a follow up question I asked Philip why and he explained that a friend of his, Mark, had had an ice skating party and he’d really enjoyed it.
This response made sense (although I didn’t remember him talking about that particular party) and so I began to look at ice skating rinks that also acted as kids party venues. Melbourne doesn’t have that many ice skating rinks and finding one that would be happy to host fifteen seven year olds wasn’t as difficult as I’d thought. In fact, my first choice of venue happened to be free on the very day I was after. So even though Philip’s father let me down once again, and once again all the responsibility was placed squarely on my shoulders, everything turned out fine in the end.
It’s come to my attention that the windows in our house are very old. The timber window sills almost crumble when you touch them now. I feel like it’s a welcome sign for burglars to come and try their luck. I had been asking my husband for a while to get them fixed but we kept putting it off as something always came up that was more important. My husband kept telling me not to worry about it, breaking in was not common in our area. Besides, he would scare them off before they were able to take anything. That wasn’t the point, I didn’t feel safe in my own home.
After more loving requests about fixing the old window frames my husband caved in and told me that he had organised the windows replacements. Melbourne has had a few high profile breaks ins according to the local paper and my husband was finally motivated. I was excited by the thought of new windows. I went online and had a look at the different types and styles of windows that we could have. I wanted something that would be safe but also look great. I looked at sash window and decided to get some aluminium windows instead put in the kitchen.
I wanted the windows in the lounge room to be aluminium double-hung. The local Melbourne aluminium window installers seemed to know what they were doing. Judging by their website I gave them a call to get some more information. When I spoke with the guy from the window repair place he was very helpful. He told me a few things I didn’t know about the differences between aluminium and timber windows which helped me with choosing the right windows for our home.
After explaining to him what I was looking for we locking in Aluminium windows as a replacement for the old ones. I had arranged to have someone come out and measure up the following day. My husband would be happy with the results, I bet we both kick ourselves that we didn’t get it done sooner.
I really do hate to be left on my own. I think that it is the worst feeling that anyone can have in this world. To feel truly alone is worse than torture for some people. I can’t say that I will do well in this life if I am alone all of the time. I still have to organise a few things for the funeral, and I can’t ask anyone to help. I’m not sure how long it will take the funeral home to get back to me, but I have to think that it will take a while. I will be talking to the best funeral director Perth has to offer. I will be discussing the remains of Jerry and what we’re to do with them. It was my impression that I was to have the ashes after the cremation. I guess that’s not really what Jerry wanted because his will was very clear to all.
In the will he wanted to say that he forgives me and that I should forgive him. I do to some extent, it’s hard to stay mad at a dead person. I will have to make sure that I get him to where he wanted to go. He wants his ashes to be left in his family in his hometown. He told me a long time ago that he hated to be alone, he knew it just as well and I do. I never really want to leave him alone with just the dust and the ocean scattered to the wind. The lovely people at the funerals home in Perth will be keeping him company until all the arrangements can be made. I mean no offense, they really seem like good people but he needs to be home with his family as soon as we are able. I’m certain that they are really good at their job, taking care of those recently passed. I’m sure that the Perth funeral home is great at comforting family and making all the plans. I’ll be needing a lot of help in the coming days.
I do love art galleries. So many paintings, transporting you to other places and making you think majestic thoughts. They’re so simple, really. Just you and the pictures. But do you know what I like even more? When you finally get to the end of a long, drawn-out process and claim your prize. I’m talking chopping onions to make soup, or walking to the top of a mountain for the view, or finally getting through all that tedious paperwork. Man, that paperwork. I’m not a fan of the whole concept, honestly. I bought a house five years ago and I actually had to seek out a conveyancer in Melbourne because I was so confused by the whole thing.
What I’d prefer is a seminar. So you get the conveyancers in, the person selling the house, the person buying the house and whoever else. The estate agent, maybe. Someone would head the proceedings, preferably someone with actual knowledge on property transfers. Refreshments would be provided for all, naturally. There may even be music, or the bubbling of a mermaid-shaped fountain. Then the dominant authority would have to take charge and tell everyone exactly what they’re in for. No papers, unless people really want to take notes, and no complicated emails requiring untold amounts of back and forth. We’d proceed through the proceedings, every single tiny detail, only going onwards if everyone in the room understands everything that’s going on. All the property details, everything that would be contained within the paperwork but is now in verbal form.
So that would be the seminar. It would finish in a couple of hours, everyone would be provided with tea, coffee and possibly cake, and finally we’d all leave with the full knowledge of what we’re getting into. I need to get these conveyancing lawyers in Melbourne on this, because it’s clearly the superior method.