I Am Who I Am! ***Jazz Hands!***

The kids have been away for 4 days now and I’m having a bit of ‘me time’. In a weird bizarre way, I’m actually beginning to enjoy having some space. I’m enjoying being Holly, rather than ‘Miss’, or ‘Mummy’, or ‘wife’, or whatever else. I’ve spent a fair chunk of time with just me today, and I’m really quite ok with that.

I’ve done various things today.

I started knitting the Tom Baker scarf for my Father-in-Law for his birthday. Which isn’t until November, but this scarf is 12ft long! I need a good three months!

I cleaned. I actually CLEANED our bedroom. The rest of the house is immaculate, but good God our bedroom is ignored and left to fester! It’s my nest. It’s where I store my life. It was a bloody tip and I should’ve been on some kind of shame on you, clean your room TV show. So I cleaned it.

And I made it arty.

I’ve also had my nails done (they’re just ready for me to add the detail on… Can you tell what it is yet?

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And helped a friend dye her teenagers hair pink and blue.

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Eventually, I’m also going to cook dinner for LSH who left the house over 12 hours ago to do some on-site client IT consultanty work. I’m still vaguely hoping that he’s up for skating later. It’s already 7.15pm, so looking rather unlikely.

In short, the sun is shining…..the tank is clean…. The tank is CLEAN!!!!

UPDATE:
I did make dinner. And it went rather well!
Recipe here: http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/13139/onepan-chicken-couscous
(I added sugarsnap peas, garlic, chillies and soaked the apricots in double the amount of stock, but aside from that…)

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How to get me into a gym (without using a gun, or lining the machines with chocolate bars)

… Make it a competition. Even if it’s against myself.

Nothing like being given a challenge and we tried out the brand shiny new gym this evening.

Our local council have decided that our local swimming pool was finally past it’s best and needed to be replaced. This week was the grand opening of the new public swimming baths and gym. We were rather excited having ‘downgraded’ from our years of David Lloyd membership after they upped the prices once again to a point where I just couldn’t justify the monthly rate for me actively avoiding the super happy peppy personal trainers (we paid out a lot for me to sit and eat cake in the members room). So considering we’ve gone from what is marketed as a members sports club to the local fitness membership we weren’t expecting a huge amount.

But bloody hell! Total kudos to our local council for providing a really nice facility in a very pretty building. Well, I think it is even if it’s a bit of a contentious issue locally.

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Anyway. A pretty building is unlikely to hold my interest for long considering my total aversion to any exercise that doesn’t involve eight wheels bolted onto overly colourful shoes or a cake on the end of a stick. However, each of the machines lets you put in your personal exercise chip and pin type card that sets the machine up for you and tells you what to do.

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Meet my perfect personal trainer:

  • It won’t let me cheat
  • it sets the machine up for me
  • It doesn’t call me ‘buddy’
  • actually, it doesn’t talk to me at all!
  • it lets me try to outdo my basic workout
  • it records everything
  • it gives me GRAPHS!

I came home this evening and ate a yogurt. An activia yogurt. 0% fat no less.

All this is a step towards shedding some wobble for roller derby!

Becoming ‘Ruby Doom’

There. I said it. I’m hell bent on getting into Roller Derby and the first step towards that is naming myself (and learning to skate without breaking bits of me – I’m still a bit nervy. Four weeks on, my elbow is pretty much in full working order, but it takes 6 weeks for 50% of the bone to reform, so I’m not quite there yet – if I fall over now, I’m essentially buggered).

But I needed more progress than the hour each week of practice we’re getting alongside the kids – the kids are getting better weekly and TinyPants is becoming a little wheeled hell raiser (I’m so proud!). I tried to get LSH to come out skating on Saturday night, but he wasn’t keen. So instead I’ve moved forward mentally with a name. It had to have a link to the hair – I’ve had red red red hair for coming up on two years now and it’s become something of a trademark.

Link this to some of my more morbid tendencies (hence the Ruby Gloom reference) and I got it.

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With my adventure time nails, freshly dyed pillar box hair, I present to you Ruby Doom – fresh meat in training. Mother. Teacher. Insufferable geek. Future loyalty card holder for A&E.

I’m going to steal a Yoda line here without a trace of shame:

Do, or do not do, there is no try.

And with that, I’m ready for another week. Bring it on life.

Not destined for starlight express – the downside of skating.

Some days my brain doesn’t quite remember the age of my body. At 5’10” it’s rather a long way to fall and when on roller skates and trying not to fall on TinyPants who has just whizzed through my legs and lost her balance it’s even harder!

In short, I fell on my arse. Or rather on my hand, then my arse. I pretty instantly knew something wasn’t right… Elbows shouldn’t feel like that. Perhaps removing the wedding ring might be an idea… I’m sure it’s just bruised but let’s just get it checked out…

So here I am sitting in A&E explaining to various medical staff that I’m here because I was prattling about on roller skates and fell over. Cue giggling about me having a mid-life crisis and a trip to X-ray…

Edit: turns out I’ve fractured my elbow and the future for me holds several weeks in a sling… I may have to raid the fabric drawer for something a bit more attractive than this hessian thing tho.

It was fun for the first hour…

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