11.11am: I'm not really minding too much actually. My new car has heated seats, and other luxury features. I could start to list all the nice things about this new car while I wait for my sleeping baby to nap. Who has time for that? Unless you are particularly interested in which vehicle we chose, ya know, based on how our butts would stay warm, or how our pram would fit in the boot (translation for N. American friends is stroller in the trunk), and how I can now park like such a champion because of my innovative reversing camera; so much so that I have gotten out of this car before and had a man comment on how incredible it was that I was able to get my SUV parallel parked in THAT spot. I felt pride, then I felt guilty and had to cough up the fact that my new car has one of those fancy new do-das that help space-challenged women like me. FYI: It's a 2013 Honda CRV. We bought it in December. Which means for one month I was super cool because I had a car made in that same year. What can I say, I'm bringing sexy back. Below are shots of me last weekend.
Speaking of bringing sexy back. What's up with that new TV show - Bringing Sexy Back? Fat people getting makeovers. I'm not being very PC in this post, but I'm also overweight so who cares. But really people - I haven't seen one skinny person getting a makeover on there. I also haven't seen one episode. I'm just going off what I see on the ads for it. Do they actually make people lose weight on that show? Or do they just give them proper fitting clothes, new make-up and hair? Now you want to watch. Ack! Why do we love before and afters? The fat made beautiful again and the ugly made presentable to the rest of society. [Stay tuned for a future post on my bedroom renovation - because we love before and afters, right].
11.25am: Baby still sleeping. The breathing is getting heavier.
|Honda Photo Credits|
I have been playing my favourite podcast on the drive over here. I'm sure the voices are soothing for baby and that if I turn it off (because I'm writing) he will wake-up. So of course that means I'm missing the show while I write. What a dilemma. Ha. The podcast is Sunday Night Safran on Triple J - John Safran and Father Bob Maguire are the hosts. Two hours of smart and interesting conversation, interviews and intelligent topics.
|Father Bob and John Safran - Photo Credit|
When my husband and I were in Melbourne we were able to go to Father Bob's church, and witness his mass. BEST MASS EVER!!! We are huge nerds. After the service, we knocked on his door and brought him chocolates (yes, the very same that John brought him in the Documentary John Safran vs God). We also acquired his autograph. He took off right after mass which is why we had to stalk him to his home, next door. I know. Creepy right. Coolpriest.com. I don't know if anyone owns that domain but Father Bob should because I'm pretty sure there's never been a cooler priest and I'm not even catholic. Well I am but only by association. Only because I married one.
11.45am: Oh dear, I think I just discovered dried booger on my head. My shirt has spots of food on it, and my head, up until now (and unbeknownst to me) had booger on it in public, and I am sitting in my car so my baby can have his nap. Sometimes it really hits me how much my life has changed. Nah, I had dried booger on my head before having a baby, I'm sure. Ha!
|Dave (doing Mo-vember) and Father Bob and ME - November 2009|