This Weekend.

A weekend seems to have banished the male PMS from our household. If only weekends could last all week long!

I've come home from my girls' weekend to find my house a hive of industry. I have quite talented sons (note strong, maternal pride). Josh has bought himself an early birthday present - a massive sub-woofer for his car. He spent many hours yesterday putting it in his car and wiring it up. Now it sounds like there's an electrical storm in the distance every time he drives down the street.

He's not only talented - he's also very considerate. He offered me a back massage. When I accepted, he loaded me into the car and drove around the block with the sub-woofer booming away. It's not quite the massage I was expecting. Usually I don't have issues with my ears ringing after a massage.

My kitchen is in total disarray. Luke is making a Valentines Day picnic for Becky, his girlfriend. He's made heart-shaped brownies with a caramel centre and profiteroles filled with creme patissiere and dipped in chocolate. Luke is not intimidated when it comes to cooking. He'll give anything a go.

The girls' weekend away was lovely. We arrived at the coast at midday and went out to lunch. Then we strolled up into Surfers Paradise to book a massage. The massage was really relaxing and didn't involve bruising, crying or pleading with the therapist to stop like my last one. I even managed to sneak in a little reading time and an afternoon nap. Three of my sisters hit the town that night. My older sister and I are not big party animals. We don't do clubs or drink much so we had an early-ish night. Then this morning we headed out for a late breakfast before coming home.

And just before I finish I wanted to say that I had GOOD run yesterday. It was my first good run in a very, very long time. I think part of the reason was because it was a lot cooler. It felt so good to be able to run my 16k and not want to die at the end - in fact my last k was my fastest.

I mentioned to one of my sisters that I was feeling a lot happier because I had such a good run and she thought it was "sad" that I let how a run goes influence how I feel. What she doesn't understand is that a lot of factors influence what makes a good run. Feeling good and running easy makes for a good run but so does the people you run with, what you talk about, if you run past anything interesting and what's playing on the MP3. Yesterday I got to meet a new group member and had a lovely chat to her. I got to see other parts of our routes I haven't seen since the floods. I got to see a coat-hanger hanging over a light fixture that was 3m high. And I got to listen to some Abba (yes I know I have daggy tastes in music - but I like what I like and I'm not ashamed). Honestly I don't think it matters how I get my 'happies' - whether it be running or spending all night dancing.

So it's back to the doc tomorrow for my blood results. I'm kind of looking forward to it.