Squeee!

On reflection, yesterday was one of those "balanced" days.  It was my RDO or Rostered Day Off.

I tried to be good at the outset by not being "shockingly lazy" as revealed in one of my previous blog posts.  I jumped out of bed, got dressed, opened the front door, looked at the sky, went back for my brolly and went for a walk.  It started to rain by the time I got to the bottom of the street and it continued to pour for the next 45 minutes.  Undeterred, I ploughed on, returning home in soaked sneakers and vowing never to wear those particular gym pants again (they would be the ones with the bell bottoms that have always been a bit too long in the leg for me).  They soaked up all the water in the puddles and made a sickening slap slap sound on my ankles as I "burned" up and down the hills.

Exercise done - tick. Humiliation - done - tick.  Washing yet to be done.

Next - the Dentist.  I am very lucky with my teeth (as mentioned in a previous blog post, my husband says he married me for them).  Will you please stop laughing.  My Dentist did say it is extraordinary what people will say on social media - over-sharing I think he called it.  Hmmm.  Perhaps that is me. Thanks Neil.  Of course I'm very lucky with my Dentist too.  He is very kind and gentle.  But anyway, my point is, I went to the Dentist and luckily nothing too awful happened because I usually go every 6 months.

Dentist - done  - tick.

Then I started to walk up the hill to say "G'day" to my daughter.  She's been sick with the flu (which she caught from me poor possum).  On the way I spied the hairdresser.  The hairdresser that used to be around the corner from where I live and now is next to my gym (that I should go to more often).  I strolled in, on the spur of the moment, to see if they could do me a "do". They could.  Bliss. And do you know they had a massage chair?  What a treat! They also serve bubbles as well as coffee apparently but it was a bit too early in the morning for that and I was trying to exercise a bit of self-control.

Hair - done - tick. Coffee - done - tick.  Massage - done - tick.

I went to say "G'day" to Bel at the office.  She was still a bit sick and pale so she didn't notice my hair.  Oh well.  I gave her my Butter Menthols. Also got to give my nephew a hug and complimented my brother-in-law on his rather dashing pair of glasses.

Mothering - done - tick.  Family - done -tick.

"I'll just pop into the Newsagent" I thought to self "and see if they have Inside History - the cover looked so beautiful.  Just the kind of hat Gran would have liked." (here's a previous post on my Gran with a picture of her in one of her hats).

Then I walked a bit further (are you noticing all this walking?  It's extraordinary isn't it?) to the Kenmore Skin Cancer Clinic and made an appointment for the afternoon.

Home for lunch.  Salmon and salad.

Healthy lunch - done - tick.

Then finished off a bag of potato chips - balance is all important I think, don't you?

Then I sat down to read Inside History.

Then I squealed.

Look!  Family Tree Frog is Number 30 on the list of 50 Best Genealogy Blogs. Oh my goodness.  What a lovely surprise.  And look who the Frog is sitting next to!  All these other lovely blogs.  Thank you Jill Ball and Inside History. You made my day!  Well - year, really.

I love Inside History.  It's such a good magazine. It's all that a magazine should be - for family historians that is.  And this month's edition is no exception.  The Editor seems to know just what I'm thinking or wondering about and also introduces me to a whole heap of stuff I didn't even know was there.  Look!  There's an article on DNA.  I am so close to getting a test done. I think I'll ask for that for Christmas.

I dragged myself back to the clinic for my skin check.  The thing on my nose which has been bothering me for a few months (my husband says I'm turning into a witch) looks suspicious.  So the Doctor popped me on a chair, took a biopsy and I've to ring for results on Friday.  I fear my pointy nose may not be so pointy in future.  My imagination has run riot and I suspect I may have to learn to breathe through my ears and/or bring veils back into fashion. 

Bother the sun.  I knew going outdoors wasn't good for one.