You may have noticed I’ve had a little less to say about this place and on my bookface page these past two weeks. It’s rare. Rare indeedy-o.
You might have even been enjoying it. Good for you.
I’ve been in some foggy, zombie like existence. I’m away somewhere else where writing isn’t even close to the horizon and yet here I am click clacking away trying to drum up something.
My body is in motion but no one is home. Meh, I don’t even care. That’s how VAGUE I am.
Mr Vick is on holidays and I think I might have overdosed on feel good hormones from all the fam bam quality time, so much so I’m now in some kind of dead head coma.
See, so much loveliness it’s makes your brain want to freeze over in a permanent zombie dream state right?
So there’s been some sandy times when the shy ole sun decided to pop and get our hopes up for an above freezing spring and we also recently bought a membership for the Zoo. Best. Thing. Ever. The Vicklets lose they’re shite over the zoo. They happily run and talk animal for like an entire day. It doesn’t get old and so far, it hasn’t for us parentals either. Last week we roamed around the Werribee Open Range Zoo and pretended to be safari adventurers.
There’s been some other cool stuff going on too to make the time float by. Like how I just noticed, for the most part, I’ve stopped buying fake food. AKA canned and processed goods. Our fridge is rocking so much fresh goodness. Snacks here now consist of almonds, Saladas (kiddy staple) or fruit. As a result I’ve lost 2kg’s straight off the bat. BAM.
I’m pretty sure however I put those 2 kg’s back on just laying my eyes on this chocolate cake which was devoured without a spare second at my sister in laws.
I’ve spring cleaned the shizen out of my house including the nightmare piggery of a pantry that I was way ashamed of. I went a little OCD with new tupperware and labels and all things organising smarts adore. I love just looking at her now. If you come over for a visit expect a tour.
Mr Vick being home means a social and well pampered Vicki. I milk that opportunity DRY. So, I’ve had a facial. I’ve done some very enthusiastic window shopping. I’VE EVEN BEEN TO THE GYM. Hells. Frickin’. Bells.
I stole away to the city to act uber trendy with some gf’s at a new hotshot bar/eatery place and caught the musical “Once” and remembered my old life.
So the zombie fog isn’t all bad and these are just the weeks that were.