A Very Jezzy Weekend

Okay, let's see how good my memory is, considering that it's already
Wednesday and I'm slightly senile. What have I been up to?

Friday night:

Had dinner at my parents' house. Gave piano/violin lesson to the
little six-year-old who I teach.

Watched my "We Can be Heroes" DVD with my parents - love that show, so
funny. It's a little difficult watching comedies with Dad - he laughs
so loud that you miss the next few lines!

Stayed the night there. (Just so we can wake up to Mum's cooked breakfast!)

Saturday:

Worked at the pharmacy. Was totally dead all afternoon because of the
AFL grand final. I'm actually enjoying being able to practice once a
fortnight. Although I like working in industry, sometimes I feel too
removed from actually being able to help people and keeping in touch
with what's going on with my profession.

Got home in time to watch the last quarter. Pretty good ending
actually, although a little sad that Sydney lost.

Hubby went out for dinner with his friends and I watched loads of TV.

Sunday:

Church and RCIA program with Hubby. It's kinda like attending group
counselling each week. Even though it takes up half the day, it's
worth it. It's so rare to talk about the real difficulties that we all
face and so inspiring to hear other people's stories. It reinforces a
lesson I learnt a while ago: it's not the situations we find ourselves
in, it's how we respond to those situations that show what we're made
of. And it's not just what we do, it's how we think through it. It's
really helping me refocus, confront and respond to all the shit we've
been through over the last 12 months and I'm glad I have the change to
go through this process.

Hubby got free tickets to the NRL grand final, so I had the whole
afternoon/evening to myself. Pottered about the garden doing the
weeding, did some housework, prepared food for Monday, watched Idol
(go Bobby!), and, again, vegged out in front of the telly.

Monday:

I love public holidays. They should happen every week!

Had a group of about 16 friends over for brunch/BBQ. Such a sunny,
sparkly day. Was great fun to have people over - we really enjoyed it.
Must do it more often. People started arriving at 10am and the last
people left at 3.30pm so it was a long day, but really fun.

My mad aunt came over for dinner. (She's mad because she's 51 years
old, looks about 30, and acts about 16. I actually feel older than
her, even though she's my godmother and I'm named after her.
Seriously, she's so very childish, she talks about my parents as if
they're these adults who tell her what to do rather than people her
own age, and she dresses waaaay younger than I do. Mad, I tell you.)

Slept well on Monday night, but woke up on Tuesday still feeling
really, really tired. Actually, I'm *still* feeling really, really
tired.

Tuesday (yes, technically not the weekend anymore!):

All day meeting at work from 9.30am to 4pm - way too long! (Was trying
so hard to keep my eyes open by 3pm. You know the feeling - when they
are actually, physically closing, and you can't control it, and you're
saying to yourself "omg, you can't actually fall asleep, there's only
7 people in this meeting and they will notice!" Even coffee didn't
help.)

Had final Bollywood class for the current course. They filmed us. How
embarrassing - there is video evidence out there of me doing Bollywood
dancing. That will be a sight to see.

Got an invitation to one of those Girls' Nights Out things to raise
money for Breast Cancer research. While I do support all these
initiatives, I also find them frustrating.

When hubby was diagnosed with testicular cancer, there were plenty of
support groups and free services for women with cancer. There was
heaps of support for sick children. There was support services for the
elderly with cancer. There was even support for older men with
prostate cancer.

But support for young men with cancer was barely existant.

In so many areas, young men seem to be the least supported members of
society. They're expected to be the strongest members, the most
capable of taking care of themselves. They're also the least likely to
ask for help and admit when they need support.

Anyway, that was a bit of a rant thrown in there.

I hope you're all well. We have plenty of left-overs from yesterday's
BBQ in the fridge and freezer so I'm not cooking all week! That's one
measure of "yayness" for me.