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31 October 2007, 21:30
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28 October 2007, 08:39
Right, I’m gonna have a wee vent here about my family – well, my brother in particular.
Background:
We’ve always been friends (except when we were early teens and my mum would take us out of house by scruff and inform us that we were to kill each other outside so we wouldn’t get blood on the carpet). Not close in the calling-each-other-every-month kinda close, but when we are together (he lives in Brisbane) we get along great. He’s very generous when he’s around but is shit at social “niceties”. When Scout was born, we got a phone call, but no card or anything. I don’t care for myself, but I’m sentimental about that kind of thing and feel sad that Scout will have a plethora of cards, some from people we’ve never met, and not one from her own uncle.
When his second child was born, we sent a card and gift (‘cos I’m like that) and never had as much as a thank you. He’s quite a serious chap, a bit insular and very nuclear-family obse…. focussed but ffs, it shits me to tears. I would love for Scout to be close to her cousins (as they are terrific kids) but any contact we have with them is contact that I initiate, and I’m getting a bit bored of it.
Even McG’s brother, who he was never close to in childhood, sends Scout gifts out of the blue, just because he can and wants to.
Now:
So, I’m on the phone to my folks yesterday – I have a couple of niggling issues with them but we basically have a congenial relationship, albeit via irregular phone chats as they too, live in Queensland.
I arranged for one of my Roses Only deliveries to go to them this month, for their anniversary (which alas, didn’t come on their anniversary via Roses-Only stuff-up, but really, that’s another story) and they called me to say thank you and gush about how beautiful the roses were and what a nice gesture it was.
So we’re having a bit of a chin-wag, I ask them what they are doing for Christmas and they say “I don’t know, but we’re going down to see Brother at the end of next month to help them with the new baby.”
“What baby?” asks I.
Follows a deathly silence – you can hear the crackle of the phone line, and mum says,
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I thought Brother would have told you by now.”
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Why yes, most normal brothers would tell their sisters that they were expecting a third child, but HELL NO, not mine! He couldn’t even be bothered throwing it in as an aside, even though we’ve spoken on the phone at least twice in the last 5 months. Dude, this shit’s important.
And my folks, who know what he’s like, didn’t bother to ask him whether he’d told me.
Oh I’m shat. Seriously.
Permanent Link | Comments [8]The Big O
25 October 2007, 08:57
And not even an interesting Big O, hell no.
I’m talking O-besity.
I went for a fitness assessment last week at our local gym, expecting a fairly average result and was told I was clinically obese! OK, the girl didn’t frame it in those terms exactly, I actually worked it out for myself through my BMI.
Then on Monday, a beautiful little two year old at Scout’s creche came up to me, put her delicate little hand on my tummy and proclaimed “Baby!” Oh. God. Then I discovered her mum was expecting a bub and she was doing it to everyone, including wiry fathers, so mortification turned to relief.
I know I’ve got a fair layer of pork crackling lining my body. Certainly helps if I were to fall on my bum, but alas, I’m not clumsy enough for that to be a solid winner.
So I joined aforementioned gym and have been going twice a week. It’s actually not too bad – the gym I joined is pretty down-to-earth with a fair smattering of posers (usually male) hanging out next to the weights (oddly enough, not using them?) I think I’ve lost about 3kgs so far, with another 15 to go!!!
Now I’m trying to get my BMI into the overweight category (baby steps people). Who needs size 0 when you can pitch for overweight!
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5 October 2007, 17:42
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