multitasking...NOT!

Its a crazy week.

Work plus training plus coaching plus helping with oasis. Everyday! No respite even on Sunday.

Insufficient sleep results in clumsy and forgetful boo.
Went to collect some stuff at CCK today, tripped over the stairs going up, locked my car keys in the house going down.
BLOODY HELL!!

Had to call for white knight to rush down during peak hour on the yellow-top steed.
By the time spare car keys arrived, already so late for coaching that if I got there, training would have been over.
BLOODY BLOODY HELL.

So I couldn't make it to coaching. First time I missed a session with the kids. Big, heavy guilt trip...

they REALLY did say that!

I usually bring something funny back from training.

Today it was -

During warm up, side shuffles
X: "I can't take this, open close open close open close"
Y: "Just keep it shut"
Z: "Think Kegel exercises"
X: "Cannot lah, open close open close too fast!"

Then... during warm down, butterfly stretch
A: "Hey X, how come now can do the stretch? Not uncomfortable?"
X: "Oh, like that its always open, used to it what."

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Donut dunces trying to explain why the donut didn't work: "because runner went into the wrong hole"
X: "HAH? Donut only got one hole, how to go wrong hole?"
Y: mutter mutter "thats why say wrong hole mah..."

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Last week, training in the pouring rain.
X, defending in the middle against a monkey move, evidently not liking the open-close open-close fast shuffles required of the center defender.
X stops mid-shuffle...holds up a fist in mid-air and yells, "omg, my ____ fell out!"
To prove it to the rest of us, X then proceeds to squueeeeeze the ____.

Never a mother I shall be.

My dog is a typical example of deprived pet-dom.

She digs up the garden, barks at ANYone passing especially the MacDonald's man, jumps up at me when I stick my nose out the door...

Poor Brandy! Large soulful eyes..

I'm a bad owner.

She's too smart for me. Everytime I turn around, she'll have punk'd me some way. First it was chewing footwear, with a preference for slippers, both native and visiting. Now it's drinking the water out of the fish tank! Must be the additional fish shit in the water making it more flavourful than the water in her stainless steel bowl.

Perhaps I could put Brandy out to work. Like, as a Customs officer. But instead of stamping your passport, she'll chew your slippers, the signature Brandy chew: a nibble off the front end of the slipper for the 1st visit; a nibble off the back end of the slipper for the 2nd visit. Thereafter, you'll need to get a new pair of slippers for the 3rd visit. Then the whole cycle starts again.

Don't report me to the SPCA please. No actual dogs harmed in the writing of this blog. Also, I really do feed her, twice a day.. real dog food and not chopped up slippers.

Now, imagine if I were a mother of a real life baby girl.. oh no!!!!

job hazards

The last few days have been spent in a small room, filled with paint fumes and a lil' air con.
Not very healthy.

Naked ladies + horny construction workers + clear glass for walls and doors = uneasy body wrap sessions.
This guy kept pretending he had to paint outside our room! White paint on clear glass panels, trying to bluff who...

The trainer had to get us to form a human body wall before she could start work on our guinea pig lady! Still, the audience left only when boss lady stomped out to give them a piece of her mind. Guess they got what they wanted, boss lady was robed up ready for the massage couch.

Did my first ever facial yesterday on my co-worker. It worked, hooray! Feel top of the world. Her skin looked really radiant and clear - she's got some blemishes and after the facial, the blemishes were less obvious.
The gunk we have is pretty good. I got a treatment too. Wahahaha. Lets see how it affects my rugby scars. If it works, golly gee... I'll be onto a good thing.

Promotional material keeps talking about some sports massage cream gunk. It sounds soo good. But boss haven't stocked up on it yet. Can't wait to try it onto my many many injuries. Must steal some out for the girls, if it functions as advertised.

Today it was slimming body wrap on guinea pig number 2. When the trainer was demo-ing, the visual of Jamie Oliver roasting a plump chicken kept flashing in my mind.
Cling wrap (yes, the type used in the kitchen), enormous basting brushes, yummy smelling oils and even chocolate powder!
The way we unwrap our client post-treatment is also similar to the way you'd open up a curry-chicken-in-a-bun. Voila! I'm learning how to cook at the same time as learning how to beautify 'em.