Making: You know what? I don't really make things, unless you count breakfast, lunch and dinner. And even then it's often toast.
Cooking: Dinner. See above. What exciting and delectable delights have I concocted of late? Um. Yeah, just the toast thing.
Drinking: My usual cups of tea. Sometimes I mix it up and have coffee. But mostly tea. Also GALLONS of water because I'm just getting over a cold.
Reading: Just finished a novel I borrowed from the library called Beside Myself by Ann Morgan. It was SO GOOD. Now I'm having trouble letting it go and moving on to another book. What am gonna DO??? *starts reading ten other books*
Trawling: Through all the mess and dust and cobwebs. Related: I began cleaning the other day and thought I was making good progress until I paused to put on my glasses so I could actually see properly. Big mistake.
Wanting: New clothes. I hate all my clothes.
Looking: Mournfully into my wardrobe and sighing. See above.
Deciding: I don't know anything about everything in the whole entire world ever. Also, I can't make decisions. So, I can't decide what I'm deciding. I've decided.
Wishing: That I could afford an entire wardrobe of new clothes. Because I hate my clothes. Did I mention that?
Enjoying: Oh! I actually started bullet journaling and I'm ENJOYING it. I suspected it'd be more like bullshit journaling to scatty old me. But blow me down and woosh me all the way back to ancient Egypt if I didn't surprise myself by liking it. I mean, I'm still a hot mess, but I have a pretty book and pens with lists and symbols and shit in it, so that's something.
Waiting: For the wheels to fall off my bullet journal experiment. Metaphorically speaking. It doesn't actually have wheels.
Liking: Bullet-journaling! See above.
Wondering: The first thing that came to mind was the Wombles theme song... I wondered how it went. Haven't heard it for YEARS. I thought it said something about wondering wombles or wombles are wondering... Or something. Anyway, I was wrong. But at least I get the important issues resolved. You're welcome.
Loving: The sunshiney spring weather. I want it to linger before the seventh circle of hell that is summer arrives.
Pondering: How long it will take to get the Wombles theme song out of my head...
Listening: To the voices in my head. It's chatty up there. Too bad that never translates to real life situations. Oh,well. Meh.
Considering: Having a go at NaNoWriMo. Starting a strenght-training routine like I did YEARS ago. Doing yoga (also been years...) . Meditating. Failing yet another attempt at becoming veggo. Just considering all this, mind you. Probably never do any of it. Except the failing thing. I can manage that.
Buying: I totally SPLURGED the other day and bought a two dollar shirt and journal in KMart. I know! What am I like? SO frivolous.
Watching: Ummm. Offspring (finished now). The Wrong Girl and Pulse. Also, SBS Insight... And other random shit.
Hoping: That we might be able to go on one of our glamorous holidays some time in the future. Denman, here we come! Don't ask...
Marvelling: At the juxtaposition of how complicated yet boring as batshit life can be.
Cringing: At my weight that is creeping up and up and up.... eeeeek...
Needing: To lose weight. Sigh.
Questioning: Why I can't just buy all the clothes. I REALLY hate my clothes.
Smelling: My signature dish: Toast.
Wearing: Revolting clothes that I HATE. Also, more clothes that I hate. And then I have to wear clothes that utterly repulse me. Yeah. Cause I hate my clothes.
Noticing: I'm pretty sure I hate my clothes.
Knowing: Yep. HATE. MY. CLOTHES.
Thinking: About all the clothes I would buy, but then I'd probably just hate them too.
Admiring: Other people's clothes.
Getting: Well, I'm certainly not getting any clothes. Sniff.
Disliking: Do I really have to answer that? Okay, then. Books with dumb or disappointing endings. There! Tricked you! You thought I was I gonna say my clothes! So ner.
Opening: Books. I still love a good old-fashioned paper book.
Closing: My wardrobe doors. It's too utterly devastating and soul-destroying to look at the ATROCITIES in there. Now would be a good time to Konmari the f@*k out of my wardrobe. None of my clothes 'spark joy'. But then I would have to walk about naked and nobody wants that.
Feeling: Fat. Also, like I want to eat all the chocolate. Is it possible the two are related? Hmmmm...
Celebrating: My yearly mammogram results were ALL GOOD! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Pretending: That the washing up will do itself if I wait long enough. I don't think it's gonna work. Sigh.
Embracing: Bullet-journaling, clothes-hating. My children. Well, Mr 8 - the other boys are less huggy these days. It happens.
Done! That's my stock-taking for September.
What are you celebrating in the month of September?
Cooking: Dinner. See above. What exciting and delectable delights have I concocted of late? Um. Yeah, just the toast thing.
Drinking: My usual cups of tea. Sometimes I mix it up and have coffee. But mostly tea. Also GALLONS of water because I'm just getting over a cold.
Reading: Just finished a novel I borrowed from the library called Beside Myself by Ann Morgan. It was SO GOOD. Now I'm having trouble letting it go and moving on to another book. What am gonna DO??? *starts reading ten other books*
Trawling: Through all the mess and dust and cobwebs. Related: I began cleaning the other day and thought I was making good progress until I paused to put on my glasses so I could actually see properly. Big mistake.
Wanting: New clothes. I hate all my clothes.
Looking: Mournfully into my wardrobe and sighing. See above.
Deciding: I don't know anything about everything in the whole entire world ever. Also, I can't make decisions. So, I can't decide what I'm deciding. I've decided.
Wishing: That I could afford an entire wardrobe of new clothes. Because I hate my clothes. Did I mention that?
Enjoying: Oh! I actually started bullet journaling and I'm ENJOYING it. I suspected it'd be more like bullshit journaling to scatty old me. But blow me down and woosh me all the way back to ancient Egypt if I didn't surprise myself by liking it. I mean, I'm still a hot mess, but I have a pretty book and pens with lists and symbols and shit in it, so that's something.
Waiting: For the wheels to fall off my bullet journal experiment. Metaphorically speaking. It doesn't actually have wheels.
Liking: Bullet-journaling! See above.
Wondering: The first thing that came to mind was the Wombles theme song... I wondered how it went. Haven't heard it for YEARS. I thought it said something about wondering wombles or wombles are wondering... Or something. Anyway, I was wrong. But at least I get the important issues resolved. You're welcome.
Loving: The sunshiney spring weather. I want it to linger before the seventh circle of hell that is summer arrives.
Pondering: How long it will take to get the Wombles theme song out of my head...
Listening: To the voices in my head. It's chatty up there. Too bad that never translates to real life situations. Oh,well. Meh.
Considering: Having a go at NaNoWriMo. Starting a strenght-training routine like I did YEARS ago. Doing yoga (also been years...) . Meditating. Failing yet another attempt at becoming veggo. Just considering all this, mind you. Probably never do any of it. Except the failing thing. I can manage that.
Buying: I totally SPLURGED the other day and bought a two dollar shirt and journal in KMart. I know! What am I like? SO frivolous.
Watching: Ummm. Offspring (finished now). The Wrong Girl and Pulse. Also, SBS Insight... And other random shit.
Hoping: That we might be able to go on one of our glamorous holidays some time in the future. Denman, here we come! Don't ask...
Marvelling: At the juxtaposition of how complicated yet boring as batshit life can be.
Cringing: At my weight that is creeping up and up and up.... eeeeek...
Needing: To lose weight. Sigh.
Questioning: Why I can't just buy all the clothes. I REALLY hate my clothes.
Smelling: My signature dish: Toast.
Wearing: Revolting clothes that I HATE. Also, more clothes that I hate. And then I have to wear clothes that utterly repulse me. Yeah. Cause I hate my clothes.
Noticing: I'm pretty sure I hate my clothes.
Knowing: Yep. HATE. MY. CLOTHES.
Thinking: About all the clothes I would buy, but then I'd probably just hate them too.
Admiring: Other people's clothes.
Getting: Well, I'm certainly not getting any clothes. Sniff.
Disliking: Do I really have to answer that? Okay, then. Books with dumb or disappointing endings. There! Tricked you! You thought I was I gonna say my clothes! So ner.
Opening: Books. I still love a good old-fashioned paper book.
Closing: My wardrobe doors. It's too utterly devastating and soul-destroying to look at the ATROCITIES in there. Now would be a good time to Konmari the f@*k out of my wardrobe. None of my clothes 'spark joy'. But then I would have to walk about naked and nobody wants that.
Feeling: Fat. Also, like I want to eat all the chocolate. Is it possible the two are related? Hmmmm...
Celebrating: My yearly mammogram results were ALL GOOD! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Pretending: That the washing up will do itself if I wait long enough. I don't think it's gonna work. Sigh.
Embracing: Bullet-journaling, clothes-hating. My children. Well, Mr 8 - the other boys are less huggy these days. It happens.
Done! That's my stock-taking for September.
What are you celebrating in the month of September?
