Gym, dates and hiccups

Friday is with us again. We have been to the gym three days in a row so far. It’s going well. We’ve never actually been to the same gym- but mrs poodle has joined mine now and we even did our first class together. We kept smiling nervously at each other. Ha! I guess it’s a little pressure (and a lot of motivation). Anyway, today my muscles are feeling much less sore than yesterday despite me doing a crazy class (well, half of it- my shoulders got a bit sore due to a previous op).

Tonight we are having date night at Nonna Lina- this really cute Italian restaurant (I know you’re thinking the gym will go to waste but no negative thoughts!)

When I got home from work, I put in a washing load- a surprise for the mrs- she will be delighted. I’m hoping to get it to the tumble drier before she’s back, so that it can be completely done by the time she realizes, “where is the laundry”. This will play well on the cards of seduction.

In other news, this went down the other day:
Me: hiccuping innocently.
Mrs: hiccuping is just irresponsible. It means you didn’t eat properly.

“Yes, mom”.

Imagine the things she will say to the babies one day.

Also, it’s time for a haircut again. The last time it didn’t go down too well- so I am hoping it’s better this time!

Sounds like the mrs is home- I can hear the car’s music thumping in the street.

Laryngitis

Last week Thursday, half of my throat felt scratchy with swollen glands. By Saturday evening I was sounding the off-side of sexy, Sunday brought some high-pitched falsetto and by Tuesday most of my voice was gone. I went to the doctor- let me talk about this quickly- the five or so minutes I actually spent with the doctor were preceded by me sitting with mrs poodle in (no-doubt) germ-filled air, waiting for an hour. Mrs poodle said, he knows everyone in the community so he has chats, etc. I most likely sighed. I must also mention that while I was waiting the local mosque sang it’s call to prayer – and so I am assuming the doctor quickly ran off to pray, while I sat there praying for patience. I’m joking, I didn’t. But I was starving and so was mrs poodle, and neither of us are any good at being hungry, let alone hungry and sick.

So today I stayed home, sick, to recover and take my medicines. This evening I feel so much better, there is even some of my old voice back hidden in the varying pitches of my sentences.

Staying home was mighty boring. It’s like, hello throat, I’m just waiting for you, to fix yourself up, no pressure. And no talking. I didn’t play music either because it was too sad to not sing along. So I lay around and did some admin, thought about things, folded laundry, and kept mrs poodle updated on my health.

Side story: mrs poodle received an email saying that there were still concert tickets available to a concert I so badly wanted to go to but they were sold out at the time- but YAY for us, we’ll be going to see 30 seconds to mars in November!

Anyway, let’s hope I kick laryngitis and get back to sounding normal. It’s weird, because my brain voice sounds normal when I talk in my head, but then as soon as I speak out loud, it’s like I’m a third person.

Guest Blog: I can’t feel my toes

It’s freezing in Cape Town. I can’t remember ever being this cold and for those of you who’ve ever been to or lived in Cape Town, or if you have a Capetonian friend, you’ll know we don’t do cold very well at all. We like having fun, and not working too hard which all means we like the sun, NEED the sun. So when she leaves us like this weekend, we do what any angry child would do – we sulk. And so yes, we’ve been home all weekend, in bed predominately (yes… it has been as fun as it sounds but shh Mrs. Poodle will kill me if she knows I said that) waiting for the sun to come back to us.

We haven’t had much going on lately other than Project Health. Mrs. Poodle has been telling you that it is going well, but I’m here to tell you the truth.

Sunday – Mrs. Poodle tried to convince me that we shouldn’t eat our soup we chose but rather have “a last toasted cheese” as she called it. I declined, we ate the soup.

Monday – She was quite grumpy. I assumed it was about the meal plan and realizing I was very committed

Tuesday – I get home and the first thing Mrs. Poodle tells me is that the “Burger Den” is open on the weekends. This is a place close to her work which sells fast food. I said when on the weekend, she said she’d find out

Wednesday – I get home and Mrs. Poodle says a doctor at work was eating chicken and chips from the “Burger Den” and it looked “SO GOOD”. She then asked when we would have our cheat meal over the weekend. I changed the subject – I didn’t want to cheat on the weekend

Thursday – In all honesty a difficult day for both of us, we fell asleep hungry. I was hungry through the night. But we survived.

By the time it got to Friday, I decided to agree that we could have a slight cheat so we bought 1 cinnamon bun each and an olive roasted French loaf from Woolies to eat with our soup instead of normal bread. This was very yum. This I felt was the cheat for the weekend and that was the end, but NO.

Mrs. Poodle has claimed “strawberry” (look it up in the glossary) insanity and so 1) Yesterday she baked macarons (see previous post) which she proceeded to eat yesterday & then again for breakfast this morning and I suggested she get a fast food meal for lunch because she looked so upset about what we were going to eat for lunch. She ate the meal and is now happily lying on our bed. Amazing what some fat can do.

She’s such a cutie though. I love that she’s trying to be supportive of my eating plan even if it means she cheats now and then. Though I’m not going to lie, eating a healthy sandwich while you watch your girlfriend eat a double burger with chips, is a true test of love. Luckily there is still lots of it in Poodle-ville.

Also, whilst she was folding the laundry she randomly screamed “Shake it like you mean it” and turned around to shake her bum at me. Er? I know, I was as shocked. Last thing: She has always claimed to love sewing and so today while folding I asked if she could sew the seam in a pair of my pants as it tore slightly, and the truth came out. She confessed to hating sewing. I knew it! That said, she tried and did a lovely job. What a wonderful poodle pie.

How much longer until Friday?