Seriously they’ll leave home eventually and as if you’re not fumigating, re-painting and ripping up the carpets when that happens. Just save yourself the heartache and cost of all those antihistamines.
If you
a) can’t help yourself,
b) need money for petrol/bread/milk,
c) can smell something worse than that heady mix of boy BO and Lynx, or
d) have not sighted the family’s beloved pet for a few days then:
2. DO NOT SMELL ANYTHING.
Seriously, if it’s on the floor just wash it. I know it’s instinctive to just pick something up off the floor and sniff it but don’t. Repeat, back away from the smelling. Don’t question it, don’t doubt yourself, just wash it again.
My love for the band Ball Park Music knows no bounds. Their last album Happiness and Surrounding Suburbs is one of my all time happy music favourites. When Oscar was in hospital in May (here, here, here, here and here) I had it on high rotation willing myself on and keeping the deep dark chasm of hospital-stay-induced-depression at bay.
This is their latest single off their new album. I’m a little bit beside myself.
The first time I saw it I bawled. I bawl easily, this is well known. But I love this. Because it says it all really doesn’t it.
The hardest job in the world,
Is the best job in the world.
Fast forward several weeks from that viewing and I got a PR pitch to do something with Procter & Gamble.
I normally turn them down because they’re not my thing, not a good ‘fit’ with the blog and mainly because I don’t want to be seen as a freeloader. But this one caught my eye firstly because I like the PR company the pitch came from and secondly, the deal clincher, there was $5,000 up for grabs.
In what was a chance for P&G to promote their sponsorship of the 2012 London Olympics they had six of us bloggers up against each other in a series of challenges imagining life before P&G. Think hairstyling without product, washing up without dishwashing detergent, washing without washing powder (or washing machines for that matter), whisking egg whites without an electric beater.
Stiff peaks
Game ON.
Emma and I both said from the get go we had our game faces on and so we did. It came down to the washing up without detergent. At first there was conjecture I had won outright but there was point tallying to be had. I held my breath.
A TIE. There was talk about doing the final challenge again – a fight to the death! I felt sick and thought I may well vomit into my manky tub of soap-flake-induced sudsy water. Then Emma piped up, ‘can’t we split it?’ I will be indebted to her for ever for saying that.
Today I did my first pull-up. Not a proper one mind you, it was more an L-plater pull-up where you stand on a box, hold onto the bar (which is above your head) and push off to then lift yourself above the bar.
This shows you the burpee and the pull-up:
And this shows you how to be energy efficient when you all start practising this at home:
What I see here is one of those films that sits in your heart for days afterwards. Joaquin, Amy, Philip and Jesse (one of the best actor discoveries to come out of Friday Night Lights). Oh my.
