I knocked off early on Friday to remind myself what Bodhi's blue eye's look like. Uncharacteristically, I'd been working a little too hard this week and hadn't spent a lot of time at home. Delivering that same non-plussed dismissal i get from him most of the time nowadays confirmed that he certainly hadn't forgotten me. He melts me.
We've booked our trip to India in Sept - a month long jaunt around Rajasthan (think Camels in the desert, palaces, blue cities, pink cities etc. etc.) We're in the process of "travelising" Bodhi (teaching him Uno, building up his walking legs, exposing him to botulism etc. etc.) so on Saturday I took him for a walk around Albert Park Lake. Considering it's a pretty large area, imagine my surprise that the one place he tripped over is the very same spot a dog owner elected not to clean up after it's charge. Oh well, this is India we're prepping for.
I was up at a sparrow's fart on Sunday to watch Barcelona teach Manchester Utd (and the world) to dance. After another lap of the lake (myself this time) and a bit of faffing around the house, we went out for a cracking pub lunch. Pretty sure i've mentioned The Terminus before, but incase i haven't - it's a must visit gastro pub in Melb. My plate was unashamedly licked clean of any remaining scraps from the steak and chips that had accompanied it to the table, and considering that The Lovely Samantha rarely raves about anything beyond the bedroom, I'm to understand that her soup was also to die for.
see ya,
Minas.
Monday, 30 May 2011
Sunday, 8 May 2011
Happy Mother's Day
A Friday night TV dinner got the weekend off to a typical start, although the potato bake that The Lovely Samantha made was litterally like sex in a roasting tray it was that good. She's turning into a half decent cook that old girl. Bodhi and I just this weekend put pen on her renewed maternal contract.
Saturday was naff.
A bright and early start on Sunday. With our Sam suffering strained metatarsals, I stepped up and ran for her in the Mother's day classic fundraiser. Finished the 8km in 39mins which had me prancing around all pigeon chested. That was until Sam let slip that her work buddy didn't want to push herself but still ran a sub 32 minutes. Beaten...convincingly...by a girl.
I didn't waste any time after the finish though. Kept going straight down the road, and a left on Chinatown to Yum Cha where I proceeded to replenish the calorie count...and then some.
In keeping with the theme of the day Sam was the center of our attention. With my mum in India, I was able to devote all my attention to The Lovely Lady. I hadn't bothered to make a dinner reservation anywhere and a last minute ring around confirmed i was the only guy who hadn't. It didn't matter though, after Sam had finished cleaning the house she was too tired to do anything anyway. Ever the thoughtful partner, i let her put her feet up while i slaved over the phone ordering pizza. A bottle of plonk and a DVD put the finishing touches on a truly romantic evening.
Chivalry - there's not too many of us left.
see ya,
Minas.
Saturday was naff.
A bright and early start on Sunday. With our Sam suffering strained metatarsals, I stepped up and ran for her in the Mother's day classic fundraiser. Finished the 8km in 39mins which had me prancing around all pigeon chested. That was until Sam let slip that her work buddy didn't want to push herself but still ran a sub 32 minutes. Beaten...convincingly...by a girl.
I didn't waste any time after the finish though. Kept going straight down the road, and a left on Chinatown to Yum Cha where I proceeded to replenish the calorie count...and then some.
In keeping with the theme of the day Sam was the center of our attention. With my mum in India, I was able to devote all my attention to The Lovely Lady. I hadn't bothered to make a dinner reservation anywhere and a last minute ring around confirmed i was the only guy who hadn't. It didn't matter though, after Sam had finished cleaning the house she was too tired to do anything anyway. Ever the thoughtful partner, i let her put her feet up while i slaved over the phone ordering pizza. A bottle of plonk and a DVD put the finishing touches on a truly romantic evening.
Chivalry - there's not too many of us left.
see ya,
Minas.
Monday, 2 May 2011
Fairy Floss
Hey;
A few weekends have gone under the bridge since the last update.
Easter was a fun. We used the long break to explore the Limestone Coast of South Australia. Highlights include one the longest Jetty in Australia (770m) just outside our beachside bungalow in Beachport, the impressive Naracoorte cave system and Coonawarra wineries. But they were nothing compared to what we saw on the way back in a small town outside Ballarat.
We'd been driving all morning and decided to stop for a picnic lunch. Like Nero, having feasted resoundingly on the delicacies A Lovely Concubine had laid before me, I lay back in the afternoon sun, looking up into the sky pondering the mysteries of life - like whether or not i could stomach another piece of chicken. While looking towards heaven, it was only due to the polarised sunnies that I witnessed the most amazing thing. The sky was literally filled with millions of strands of gossamer. I've never seen anything like it before. I felt like an ant in a fairy floss machine. Amazing.
Now there's nothing like a short week. Two in a row for us. This week was great, just three days. It meant we didn't have to wait too long for the Royal wedding and I'll admit, I was a sucker for it.
We checked out Fitzroy artist markets on Sat. Dinner at home in front of the TV.
On Sunday Sam smashed me with a personal training session (I still can't raise my arms above my shoulders). In the arvo I headed into town for some beers and footy at the G with guys from work. Booze, rain, biffo and a four-n-twenty - I'm certainly warming to AFL. Home in time to catch the last of the logies on TV and the rim of the toilet bowl with a purge. Still not sure which upset my stomach more, the beers or some of the ladies outfits.
see ya,
Minas.
A few weekends have gone under the bridge since the last update.
Easter was a fun. We used the long break to explore the Limestone Coast of South Australia. Highlights include one the longest Jetty in Australia (770m) just outside our beachside bungalow in Beachport, the impressive Naracoorte cave system and Coonawarra wineries. But they were nothing compared to what we saw on the way back in a small town outside Ballarat.
We'd been driving all morning and decided to stop for a picnic lunch. Like Nero, having feasted resoundingly on the delicacies A Lovely Concubine had laid before me, I lay back in the afternoon sun, looking up into the sky pondering the mysteries of life - like whether or not i could stomach another piece of chicken. While looking towards heaven, it was only due to the polarised sunnies that I witnessed the most amazing thing. The sky was literally filled with millions of strands of gossamer. I've never seen anything like it before. I felt like an ant in a fairy floss machine. Amazing.
Now there's nothing like a short week. Two in a row for us. This week was great, just three days. It meant we didn't have to wait too long for the Royal wedding and I'll admit, I was a sucker for it.
We checked out Fitzroy artist markets on Sat. Dinner at home in front of the TV.
On Sunday Sam smashed me with a personal training session (I still can't raise my arms above my shoulders). In the arvo I headed into town for some beers and footy at the G with guys from work. Booze, rain, biffo and a four-n-twenty - I'm certainly warming to AFL. Home in time to catch the last of the logies on TV and the rim of the toilet bowl with a purge. Still not sure which upset my stomach more, the beers or some of the ladies outfits.
see ya,
Minas.
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