Look, these ‘sporadic’ newsletters aren’t really sporadic, are they? I mean, I seem to pump them out monthly, with alarming regularity. And sometimes I feel like writing them more than monthly when a lot has been going on but I don’t know how to label them so it’s all a bit of a grey area. I might possibly be overthinking this. I mean, do I rename it the ‘remarkably regular newsletter’? Or the Unprepared Monthly (which just sounds like code for ladies’ issues)? Or do I leave it like it is and write the actual, specific date on it instead of a whole month? I mean, what if I want to write a ‘newsletter’ twice? Basically if you break it down, it’s not really sporadic and it’s not really much of a newsletter.
I think I really need a drink. Checks clock.
*awkward silence*
OK then…
Here’s what has been happening/on my mind lately, anyhow:
I didn’t go to New York.
I mean, in case you were wondering. This was much like that other time I didn’t go to New York. I posted this photo, with the caption below, on my parents’ Facebook page when they left without me. Jerks.
HUMAN OF NO YORK:
“I remember the saddest moment in my life. It was when my parents went to New York without me. It’s been a tough road but I know that in time I will heal and use that experience to one day support and inspire other people who know what it’s like to not go to New York. I think forgiveness is very important. I wish them nothing but the best, even though my heart is broken.”
It was a bit of a ridiculous nod to Humans of New York. Oh gosh, it’s like people watching but from your computer. I love it. Everyone has a story, don’t they? I love that about humans.
My mum was famous for a day.
Speaking of humans from places, my mum was famous for a day recently. As a human of Perth. I could not have been prouder! Not to mention she got way more likes than I ever have for anything I’ve ever put on my Facebook page – I am so doing this all wrong!
She said this:
“We didn’t know why we couldn’t have children, it just didn’t happen. Adoption just seemed like the most natural thing.
I think people come together for a reason. My son and daughter chose us as much as we chose them. Life is a special journey for all of us. There is no separation.”
I have had such good role models in my life for what unconditional love means and how your blood has very little to do with it.
You can find her beautiful photo here.
I drank a really really strong mojito.
I don’t know if it’s a fluke or if it’s just me, but there’s this one bar in my home town that serves up a killer mojito! Two out of two times I have felt ridiculously intoxicated after having just the one magical drink (on separate nights haha). I won’t say the name of the bar, because I would not want them to ever change a thing. I am not sure if they just use more rum than everybody else or if there’s something else about it. Or even if it’s just me and my weird metabolism that reacts a certain way – maybe I accidentally eat less on the days I go there or something. But I am willing to keep sampling them until I figure it out. Someone’s gotta do it.
I’ve become a cycling widow.
Yep. Mr Unprepared has become OBSESSED with cycling. If he’s on his phone, I know for sure that he’s either checking out his STRAVA (an app that tracks everything he does) stats or looking at bike parts or other accessories on Gumtree or eBay. And he can talk about it for HOURS. HOURS!
Recently? He started wearing lycra. For reals. He wears lycra. I never knew this could ever happen to my very own husband. Ever. I am in shock.
He rides a LOT. Half the weekend. OK, not quite half. Maybe a quarter, but I make sure I let him know about it haha. He rides before and after work too most days.
I am really happy that he’s getting so fit and he’s doing something healthy in his down time. He knows the sacrifices I’m making to help him to keep his butt on that uncomfortable looking little triangle shaped seat, so he is extra understanding when I need my own time out to exercise or be child free. He needs to be extra understanding *gives trademark wife look*.
At the moment he is training for a Prostate Active charity ride. I’m proud of him for using his hobby to champion a great cause. Also, the more money he raises, the less I feel like all of my suffering as a cycling widow is in vain haha. You can click [here] to donate, if you wish to. Consider that each dollar you give eases my annoyance just a little each week leading up to September 😉
Community festival time.
Over the recent long weekend, we travelled to a nearby town to visit their annual community festival. I love these kinds of events. I never really appreciated them until we had the Little Mister, but now I can’t think of a better way to spend the day as a family.
The Little Mister had a great time. He got to experience his first ever pony ride too! So grown up.
It was a beautiful day and I got really snap happy on my phone (I forgot my camera damn it). When we got home, I realised I had forgotten to put myself #inthepicture once again. I mentioned it in passing to Mr Unprepared and a few minutes later I heard my phone beep.
On it was a picture of me. I was finding change to give the Little Mister so he could play that game where you put the ping pong balls in a creepy clown’s mouth to win a prize. Maybe not the most dynamic version of myself with the Little Mister, but the fact that he’d thought to take one was lovely.
Of course, the Little Mister did win a prize. A little stuffed tiger. On the way home he was a little hyped up after the stimulation of the day. All we could hear from the back seat of the car was screeching and funny songs being made up at volume 11.
“Can you please be a little bit quieter and settle down a bit?” we pleaded, for the sake of our poor ears.
“It’s not me! I’m not doing it! It’s my baby tiger!”
“Dude, you gotta keep that baby tiger under control, then. He’s very noisy!”
Cue more screechy made up songs and evil cackling laughter. All the way home.
“IT’S NOT ME! IT’S MY BABY TIGER!”
Sigh.
So…what have you guys been up to lately? Go on, tell me! x
Here’s some stuff you might like to catch up on:
Kez Gets Physical: Beating the boredom – there’s photographical proof that I climbed a wall while fighting my trust issues about the harness I was strapped into.
Kez Gets Physical: The day after leg day – I have one word for you: OUCH. Luckily I’m getting a little better at it now.
Trip of a lifetime: One year later – I reflect on the trip we took to my birth country and the lasting impact it has had on me since we went a year ago.
