Firstly, a BIG THANK YOU to all of you who worked on the Build-Deb-Up Project. My parenting skills are feeling much less battered today than they were yesterday. Thank you all for your kind comments. ::hugs flist tightly, and sends virtual chocolates and champagne your way::
Secondly, men are men, however old they are. J's definition of a 'meeting' is a phonecall sometime in the next few days to arrange something more formal. He always has been the big picture guy - little things like details, times, plans are somebody else's concern. I remember helping out in class when he was in Year 6 and going over to his group, everyone else was busy with little projects, J was pontificating on top of a table. I asked him what was his role in the group - he told me he was the 'supervisor'. The funny thing was that no-one in the group took him to task over it. Yep, big picture guy, that's my J - and a little lazy. Still I got a hug and a "I love you, Mum" today, so I'm not complaining (now there's a pleasant change from my usual whining).
Thirdly, my self-esteem received a much needed boost today when my last uni essay was handed back. Woo Hoo, I got 85%, which is a High Distinction. Made me feel that there is something I'm capable of doing - I apparently have a "very direct and engaging writing style", whatever that means.
Fourthly, the Aussies are doing well at the cricket, or at least, better than in previous matches anyway. I may find Shane Warne's off field behaviour morally reprehensible, but he's one hell of a cricket player.
Lastly, go the non-fabricated individuals on Australian Idol. Can I also say how happy I was to see songs from Powderfinger and Hunters & Collectors chosen. In the words of the dorky dweeb that some of us love, admire, or lust over (that would be James Marsters), YOU RAWK!!! Can't say the same for those who chose Johnny Farnham numbers though ...