Sunday Musings

Yes - SUNDAY! How good it is to blog from home...

Anyway "happy birthday to me" and all that. It would probably be happier if I wasn't doing my usual weekly wash and could figure out where I'm going wrong trying to install a darned CDRom on this home computer. It's (the computer) been created from bits and pieces, and I've just transferred the old CDRom and sound card from my dead computer - but for the life of me can't get it to work. Oh well. Blonde day. Birthday. Shouldn't actually be trying to do so much thinking on one day. Especially as I've just gained another year in age, and we all know what age does to the mind!

I am, however, planning on doing at least one good thing for this day of mine. We're off to watch the new Harry Potter movie this afternoon, using the R80 gift voucher I received last week in return for 10 year's service at work. Free movie! Cool. And with the price of tickets up to astronomical amounts again, the entire R80 will go on our outing.

I had a wonderful extended-family lunch with the rellies yesterday. My sis-in-law planned a good one, and we all hung out and ate way too much. Prezzies were opened, and to the amusement of all, two folk had given me EXACTLY the same thing! Same colour, everything. I can either keep one as a spare, or swap it at the shop for something else. Sis-in-law took it upon herself to give me 3/4 leg pants (again this year), as she reckons if she can wear them, they'll look good on anyone. I'm not so sure. They're a size too small, and the ones she bought me last year are still waiting in the cupboard for me to lose weight and look good in 3/4 leg pants. I know she thinks I need a life/look upgrade, and she's right. But I'm not sure the pants are going to help. Ah well, she's good to me - and I do appreciate her efforts (even the one where she said I "definitely need to lose a bit").

With this whole body/self-image thing I've got going, I've realized I actually don't like me. Sad, but true. I don't. Me inside is reasonable, but me outside is affecting me inside these days to the point where I muddle through each day and wonder why I loathe me so much. Horrible, horrible. But we all know birthdays are good points to start over, to press the re-do button and try something new.

And perhaps, today, I will. It's as good a day as any, don't you think? :)