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Busy With R&R

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20121028-194925.jpgIt’s been a busy weekend. Kind of. I’ve been busy relaxing, out of the city.

But with the A&P show in Clareville this weekend, my weekend of relaxing wasn’t spent lazing about in the sun on my parents’ lawn. It was spent swanning around the show grounds, petting donkeys [insert ass joke here], and traipsing through poop. There was a lot of poop.
20121028-194940.jpg20121028-194947.jpg20121028-194954.jpgThere was also an extremely cute, hyperactive goat that butted the phone every time I tried to take a photo. I stood out like a real city-girl. But then I got the uncontrollable giggles and even the goat pretended not to see. Win.

My family also took me out to dinner at one of the restaurants in Masterton where we proceeded to stuff our faces full of tasty, tasty food. Weight loss fail. And my lil’ bro took the challenge of a garlic bread starter, a porterhouse steak with fries and a plate of BBQ pork ribs for the main course, and another garlic bread for dessert. There were no leftovers. Doggie bag unused. The wait staff checked in continuously. It’s probably safe to say someone won some cash on a little under the table wager.20121028-200656.jpgAnd as it I hadn’t pushed my luck enough this weekend, I went shopping for new jeans this morning. And found a pair. One size smaller than the last pair. Butt shot!
20121028-201250.jpg Now I’m back in Wellington (shot from the train above) nursing a food-hangover and a face of sugar-triggered pimples.

I’m going to go for a run tomorrow morning and nothing short of a natural disaster is going to stop me.

What’d you get up to this weekend?

Off to a Good Start

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20121026-185409.jpgDon’t mind me, I’m just making myself comfortable here on the train. I’ve got the table in front of me sorted: Coke Zero, rice ball, iPad and ten-trip train ticket. I’m styling dark wash jeans, bare feet and one hard-core bun that I wore to work. Glee tunes rocking through the headphones. My Friday night is well and truly rockin’. Be jealous.

The train is just pulling out of the station, the evening sun is burning into my sunglass-less eyes and the child in the seat infront may or may not have just, erm, soiled something. I still love public transport, though. Maybe that’s even why I prefer it. The people watching. The stories. This train (from the city to the Wairarapa) has offered many stories since my parents moved out there in 2010. If you behave you might even get to hear some. One day.

All in all, it’s been a pretty good week.

I turned 24 on Sunday, to much hypothetical fanfare and confetti. I particularly enjoyed the confetti. I’m told that this does not make me old, just… closer to being not-so-young. I’ll take it. Afterall, growing old is mandatory but growing up is optional.

I also realised that I now fit my fitted pant suit. Note I said fit, not fit into. Success! This is a suit my parents bought me four years ago for a job interview that got me out of one dark, nasty place, and (in a round-about-way) helped me land the career-making job I’m in today. They are clearly magic, life-changing pants. Whoot.

And to round off the week-of-awesome, I’m on the way to my parents place to visit The Dogs. Including the gorgeous Nelson (below, at 8 weeks) who since moving in with my olds has become quite the gangly-limbed gentleman (see the photo taken by Mum for my birthday, above, he’s the one on the right). Yup, my Fur Baby is awesome. Like the two gorgeous wonder-boys he gets to live with.

Party at Amy’s parents’ this weekend!
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