It's that time....

Fifi's Fortnight

I'm going to be flat out busy the next two weeks and won't have internet access at home for the latter half, so I thought I'd do a little photo montage of what the next fortnight holds in store for me.

And no, I'm not telling...

Thought for the day

Like a woman possessed

My head is spinning.  So much has happened in the last 7 days.  This time last week I was distraught at the prospect of having to move AGAIN (3rd time in 3 years).  Our lease expired last Monday and I got a call from the agent that day advising that the owner was selling.  

I instantly went into 'losing my shit' mode.  

The agent tried to reassure me that it wasn't a 'fait accompli'.  We may be able to stay, if an investor buys it.  But, that would still mean a 'Home Open' every f/night and us hanging by a thread not knowing what the future would bring.

Well fuck that!

I decided to take my power back and pre-empt any move.  I started looking Tuesday.  I wasn't sure if it was the right decision, but ex-hubby stepped up and said he'd pay for the move so I thought I'd roll with it.  And I'm so glad I did.

We are moving 'home' :o)

Eight years ago when I split with my husband, I moved up from a semi-rural area to an inner city suburb.  It was a big move.  It was scary, and I felt completely alone...but not for long.

I moved into a little street that leads to a park.  But this wasn't just any street.  This was a street where the neighbours care.  They want to know you.  They hang about on the verge and chat, day or night.  The kids play on anyone's front lawn, at any time, even if you are not home.  There was 'the tree' - a beautiful climbing tree that swallowed up several children at a time.  On summer days when there wasn't a sign of a single child in the street, if you stood under that tree, a faint giggling could be heard.  It was a good street.  

My next door neighbours were the BEST.  A couple in their sixties who acted as surrogate grandparents for my two (who were 3 and 6 when we moved in).  They looked after me through my hip injury, took me shopping, to the physio and made sure the kids got to school.  I sat with them and held their hands when their baby grand daughter died.  They were like family.  

We lived in that street for six years.  I'll always consider it where the kids 'grew up'.  And then, one day, we had to leave.

That was 3 years ago.  We've still kept in contact but it's not been the same..until now.  I found a house..right next door to where I lived before - in the street!

We are so excited!  The house had only been advertised that day when I found it online.  The owners had spent two weeks re-painting, putting in new window coverings and getting the landscaping organised.  It's a great little house (and I knew I was going to take it straight away as I'd been in that house a hundred times before).  Yesterday the agent confirmed my application was successful.

I drove down the street on the weekend.  Word had gotten around that we were coming home.  One of my old/new neighbours spotted the car and rushed out to get the gos' on whether we were really moving back.  It was a beautiful feeling...no really, it was gorgeous.

I'd been worrying whether it was the right decision, as the house is a little more than I can afford, but after the greeting I received and the excitement on my 'family's' faces, I knew this was going to be a wonderful thing for me and the kids.

So, I've been running around like a woman possessed and I've got most things sorted.  Removalists - TICK, electricity - TICK, gas - TICK,  phone - TICK...now it's just.........the packing.

Here we go again......

Double Trouble

Anyone for a sandwich?

An ode to my cave

Man-proof cave I really luvs you.

You're where I go when there's cherries of poo

You keep me warm and safe and sane.

That's why I return, again and again.

Love Frankie

Weird fucker

From this....

To this????

excuse me I need my Tena Lady's ... PMSL.

Canuck Post Mortem

So....after putting his chest out there on the dating site, Mr Canuck still decided to contact me on the Saturday after our date.  Just a casual text...'how are you?' blah blah, all very friendly - then I may or may not have gotten stuck into him.

I may or may not have asked why he was bothering to contact me as his 'bod shot' on the dating site AFTER our date said quite a lot about his feelings on the whole thing.  He turned it around so that it was ME who wasn't interested and asked...'why can't you accept that I'm interested in you?' blah blah blah.  Pfffft!  Fucktard.

I then may or may not have mentioned 'kids in a candy store' and my aversion to being 'candy'.  He may or may not have stopped texting me after that.

Frankie - 1, Canada - 0.

Umm....

Frankie's Phatness

You may or may not have noticed that all my health, FM, fitness and fatness posts have been disappearing over the last couple of weeks.  They're not gone, just moved.  

I've not posted a lot about it this year...I think I only counted 13 posts.  That's because I'd had a gut full of it.  Pain, treatment, injuries...I just could not take one more physio or chiro session, so I went cold turkey.

Also, I'd become increasingly uncomfortable blogging here in this space about my health and fitness stuff.  This started out as a weight loss blog, but morphed into something else - way more fun.  I love hanging out here :o)  

But, I've got to pull my head out of the sand, have things treated, get fit again and kick some serious arse.  My wake up call was my knee fuck up recently.  I damaged the cartilage....and it's still not better, but it at least got me going back to the physio.

There's two sides to Fifi....so if you want to see what the other side gets up to...the link is in the sidebar.

Vlog with ranting

Date Report - Amended

And this is what I do.

Defences up...way up, before I've even finished the drive home.   "He doesn't like me, he can't possibly.  Much safer if he doesn't."

I was self conscious on our date, but that's because he was kinda cute.

I liked that he kissed me on the cheek when I arrived.

I liked it when he put his arm around me to move me out of the way of rampant cyclists.

He had gorgeous blue blue eyes.

He said I was beautiful.

When he kissed me on the cheek to say goodbye, I wished he'd kissed me on the lips.

There...ok?

EDIT - I was slapped severely around the head and shoulders today by two of my oldest friends (nearly 30 years I've known them), who know my game, know my crap and know what I'm doing.  So, now I'm out there...hanging in the wind, waiting for some guy to call me.  Happy?

A conversation with my daughter (Facebook Edition)

Recently I noticed that my 14 year old had changed her Facebook profile photo to one of her in a bikini.  The photo comments went as follows.

Frankie - Put some clothes on young lady.

Alex - Well put your norks away mummy.

Frankie - Ok, let's call it a draw.

The end.

Date Report

I'm not sure what's up with me, but it's like I just don't care anymore.  I'm just not feeling it.  And it's been so long since I remember feeling 'it', that I don't know if I'd recognise it anyway.

The date was ok.  It was nice. 

He greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, ordered our coffees and we chatted.  Yeah, I was pretty self-conscious but did a good job at hiding it.  He was kinda attractive I guess.  I didn't really have any thoughts on that either way.  We got on well....but not how I imagine it should be.  No 'spark'. 

He may have felt the same way....not sure.  Anyway, coffee and a bit of a walk on the beach and we were through.  It had to be quick as I needed to be home to take Ethan for a karate grading.

He walked me to my car and we said goodbye.  He kissed me on the cheek - and that was it.

So...

If I hear from him, great.  If not, great.

What's it supposed to feel like on a first date with a total stranger?  

I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to feel NOTHING AT ALL.


EDIT - actually I don't know if I want him to call me at all.  All I want to do is train this spring/summer.  Quite desperately actually.  Man Proof Cave/work/train/eat/sleep.  That would make me happier than anything - getting in a solid few month's training without injury.  THAT is something I have feelings about.

Hooley Frikkin' Dooley!

If I don't get some sex soon, my vagina is going to implode......seriously.

Canuck update

So here’s the gos'.

Last Thursday - Mr Canuck did not call.

Tuesday - Mr Canuck did call.

Tuesday - We agreed on Sunday morning coffee this coming weekend.

Wednesday - Went to my cousin's birthday party, thinking I look gorgeous in  my new dress.

Thursday - Saw photo of me from said birthday party, had a total freak out, told him I was a fatty boomba and cancelled our date.

 

Thursday - He texts me the equivalent of War and Peace and now we ARE having coffee again ('cos he's not a shallow wanker like me).

Shut up.

The end.