The weekend, my two favourite days of the week. After our hard partying Friday night Meredith and I rose on Saturday feeling surprising chipper and headed out to look at an open home in Glenfield. We had seen the house online and it looked in good condition and with nice open living, the one thing though that the ad forgot to mention was that the section was subdivided and there was very little room between the homes. We decided instead of sitting around we would give it a miss.
On the way home we stopped off at a car dealer that specialises in classic imports and I found a beautiful caddie so if anyone has a spare 20K I would be forever thankful.
Saturday afternoon saw a trip to Sacred tattoo where I finally got my 'North Shore' tattoo and then across to Renkon Japanese for dinner where I tried the much raved about teriyaki tofu and I have to say the meat free meal was bloody good.
By this stage of the day, and remember we had had a huge Friday night, we were both pretty shattered but that didn't stop us heading down to Ma and Pa Street's house to watch the Warriors get convincingly beaten in their NRL semi final.
So all of that brings us to Sunday. Sweet sunny Sunday, God's day, a day of relaxation. With daylight savings kicking in last night we didn't even get out of bed till just before 11am, which could have easily been later however we had to get up to help the Bell sisters move some stuff into their new house. This little task turned out to be a bit more exciting than I had anticipated as the girls had roped in plenty of hands to help and the saying 'too many cooks in the kitchen' definitely rung true. Too top it off the current tenants in the new house obviously had no problems smoking copious amounts of weed inside.
With our good deed for the day completed we headed home to kick back, catch up with family and enjoy some sun before the working week begins.
Before I finish up though I did want to state my latest observations. This time around they come from watching 'America's Funniest Home Videos'. Firstly, where the hell do they get their audience? do they lease them from some sort of insane asylum? is it just a few loads of short bus passengers? They all sit there in their best outfits smiling, laughing and clapping at the hosts lame jokes and in some cases, crap videos. Secondly, why is it whenever there is a video featuring a kid either playing sport, doing karate or just hanging out in the lounge, it always ends with the Dad getting some form of pelvic abuse? This abuse can be a kick, a punch, a baseball, anything? I wonder if I need to buy a cup when baby is born?
and that's all I got, time to go grab a beer and kick back in the sun. Till next time...
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