Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city. - George Burns

I've been having a bit of a "I don't want to" week.
As in, I don't want to blog anymore.
I just couldn't be arsed. I was asking myself "Why?" "Why am I doing this?
Sure it makes some people smirk & smile but seriously Vick couldn't you be doing other things like, ... ummmm well I don't know what exactly.... but something?!!"
This morning I woke & up & realised
1. I've had rat shit PMS
2. Auntie Flo has arrived bringing her suitcases of pain.
3.  I blog because I like to get the thoughts OUT of my brain, I like to write and yes , I like the thought that one of you wacky readers might get a laugh out of it and maybe somebody who thinks that they are alone in their world of whatever might read my musings and yell "HEY I can relate to that! Thank Christ I'm not alone!"

On the weekend I headed up the Toowoomba range in my new fully sick red Toyota Corolla with the totally epic spoiler on the back. I rolled up the sleeves on my Ed Hardy Hoodie, chucked my carton of Horizon Ultra Milds in the back, slapped my UNIT decal on the back & zoomed off in my bitchin' 4 cylinder hot rod. (note: I do not own any Ed Hardy, I don't smoke & I don't even KNOW what UNIT means).
The weekend was filled with litres of Decaf coffee, lots of laughs and multiple BAD food choices.
On Friday I took Dad out of the hospital for lunch at the Meringandan Pub. This pub is NOT known for it's small WW friendly meals. I had the grilled fish & salad.. yes and a nice big stack of beer battered chips.
It was lovely out in the beer garden in the sun & it's nice to get Dad out even though conversation is hard because of his dementia. Poor bugger.
Dad quickly became tired after his mega meal of rissoles & so I dropped him back for a sleep & then hit the Vintage shops in Toowoomba. The Lifeline Vintage Store normally has a few treasures on it's racks but alas, the shop seems to have gone down the hideous path of only stocking rank 1980s & 1990s shit.
So I toddled off to my FAVOURITE shop in Toowomba "Lancaster Antiques". SIGH. BLISS.

I got 2 kitsch brooches + 4 pairs of kooky plastic 1950s earrings & the most awesome geometric patterned chenille bedspread! My ex & I used to have one and I have always wanted to replace it!

I even got a discount because I normally buy SOMETHING every time I visit the shop.
Then it was off to Mummsy's. Auntie Le-Le, Mummsy & I then spent the next 24 hours solving ALL of the world's problems, drinking Roobis tea, shaking our heads at YouTube clips of Honey-Bo-Bo Child and watching The Green Mile for the 20th time. (I may have also eaten a Cherry Ripe).
Saturday night we had dinner at my Nanny & Gd's house. For dessert we had the most divine plum pudding with custard & ice cream. None of that low-fat diet shit at MY Grandparents house thank YOU. Pass the cream.

One of my greatest joys when visiting N&GD is mentioning Karl Stefanovic. For some reason they hate him. My Nan who NEVER swears once announced "He's a bloody dickhead!" This time GD declared that "since he won that bloody Logie he's gone all bloody weird. What's wrong with him? He's a bloody goose". My Grandparents are awesome.
(personally I love Karl & don't feel safe until I see him on the scene at any natural disaster event... phew every thing's going to be fine... Karl's there.)

Finally I had to bid adieu to the fam and make my way back down the mountain. I may have stopped at Laidley & had a KFC twist and a piece of banana bread.

Anyone would think I'm not serious about this whole WW caper. EPIC FACE PALM.

Back on track now.... I swear!

Weekends are definitely my downfall.

I am still walking my 3 sets of 15 minutes every day. I love my morning walk along the water. I wish I had more time.

In other news, because of the arrival of Auntie Flo it means the beginning of the IVF blood tests as of tomorrow.
And so it begins.....

PS: WEIGH IN NIGHT TONIGHT!!! CRIPES!!