So this week I was thinking…

• Yesterday I realised just how much I trust my husband. There’s nothing like knowing you trust someone when you’re sick and your partner comes home and thrusts two unidentifiable tablets into one hand, a glass of water into another, tells you to take them NOW and you don’t for a second feel the need to ask what they are (for example cyanide would have been bad, cold and flu tablets good). Although…I thought they were day time cold and flu tablets and they were actually the night time ones that make you drowsy…I did wonder why he kept telling me to sleep and then overzealously tucking me into bed! When I got up, he asked if I slept well and then decided to tell me what he’d given me!! Either way it helped!

• I think I saw some item on a current affairs show (hideous things that they are) about young people who refuse to move out of home, despite having the means and the chronological age that indicates they could…
  I got all old person about it, because I think of so many life skills and experiences people of my Y generation are missing out on! Fair enough if you’re studying, you’re conscientiously saving to buy a house, you’re saving to travel or you’ve just got back  from travelling and you’re getting back on your feet. Hell, even if you’re staying to help your parents out or you’re pulling your weight honestly and completely on the home front.  However, staying just because your new place away from the parental nest wouldn’t come with a big flat screen TV, Foxtel and some sucker who will do all your washing, ironing and cooking is not cool! Expecially if you’re fast approaching 30 and earn more than one or both of your parents! Here’s a note to my generation: You can’t have everything brand new and out of a magazine when you first leave home! You have to work for things and learn life lessons!! OK, I’ll get off my soapbox now. I’m not saying life isn’t a struggle when you’re out in the world, with your own place to afford (oh lordy I know that much), but I’m scared our future will be overrun with big brats who can’t empathise with those less fortunate or who will fall apart as soon as life gets a little tough, rather than have the skills and maturity to get through trying times! Ooh, I’ve said it now!

• I really really really do not like those leggings/tights that have been made to look like really really slutty skinny jeans. Seriously, I’m not convinced. Especially when people wear them with ugg boots. I also feel very strongly that tights in general are NOT a substitute for real trousers. They induce the camel toe visibility and make people feel uncomfortable. “People” being me. The only time there is an exception is if you’re working out and they’re special “working out” pants – even then, that’s only acceptable to me because I will never be caught dead (or alive) inside a gym. Or unless you’re Lady Gaga. She’s allowed to do anything she likes.

• I have fallen in love with my slow cooker to an extent that is utterly embarrassing for a young woman of 25 years old. I google recipes, I spend my days off preparing meals for it, I even used my slow cooker as a reason to put off studying for my exams on more than one occasion! I was going to write a whole blog post dedicated to this love, but it scared me just how “housewifey” it would make me sound and I was a tad scared of the audience I might attract. Or repel. Nothing like isolating your readers with tales of a slow cooking crock pot and a love that will never end…

• Swine flu? Meh.