Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Blast from the past: 90s pop edition
I'm not sure if it was just a one hit wonder in Australia or if it went further than that. As soon as I heard it my immediate guess was that I had danced to Apple Eyes in my lounge room as a tween in 1996. Close, it's actually from 1995. Anyway today I met the lead singer. He's an anthropology lecturer at the university I work at. How bizarre is that?! From 90s pop front man to crusty old anthropology lecturer!
Actually he's not crusty at all, he's aged very well and is hilarious. I can't believe I've only found this out now. To be fair he does work at a different campus to me and I would never have made the connection in a million years so it's not so surprising that it's only just come to my attention. Luckily we have fabulous colleagues who don't let him - or others - forget his colourful glory days!
So, a real blast from the past. Ever met a (possibly faded) pop icon??
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Currently
watching: teen mom 2, series 4. greg has training every night this week so i'm loading up on trash
eating: wish i could say teresa cutter's cauliflower and white bean soup like i had planned, but i was lazy and ate chocolate covered fruit and nut for dinner instead!
recovering from: bodystep last night. step aerobics classes are so bizarre when you think about it
recovering from: bodystep last night. step aerobics classes are so bizarre when you think about it
wearing: my new slippies from target. SO cozy
obsessing over: game of thrones and the last few episodes of the walking dead
theme: prep for winter hibernation...
theme: prep for winter hibernation...
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Nervous
I'd forgotten how sleepy Queenscliff is in the winter...
A shocking iPhone photo but isn't the glass amazing?
The first two days were focused on middle management and run by a psychologist. She was amazing. I loved her. I wanted to put her in my pocket and take her home with me. During the break I got talking to her about my "issues". It was totally work related. I swear I don't run around badgering random psychologists about my personal life- Scouts honour! She could tell that I wasn't completely at ease with things and asked if I was seeing someone. I explained that I had in the past but it had run its course blah blah blah and I hadn't found anyone new. Could she recommend anyone near me?
So tomorrow night I have my first session with a new psychologist and I am NERVOUS. Not because I don't know what to expect, but because I do. I hate the first session where you have to explain all the back story and yadda yadda. It feels like I've done it so many times. What I am most nervous about though is that I'm actually going to like this lady. That I might actually get something out of it and it will be the beginning of an exhausting and soul-uprooting "journey" that may last months. I'm tired even thinking about it.
I would recommend counselling to anyone in a heartbeat. It can be such an amazing experience for the littlest problems to the biggest (although I do sometimes entertain an internal debate about it being a totally self-indulgent, white, middle-class thing to do. That is a whole other blog post though). And you can't just give up if you don't take to the first professional you try. I suppose that's why I'm back here again. I'm not willing to live anything but my best possible life. It's just so bloody exhausting. Not to mention expensive!
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Rooster says- Ray Charles edition
Grumpy hates iPhone selfies...
Greg: Remember in that Ray Charles movie where he tells how good looking a woman is by touching their hand?
Me: That's what you took from that movie?!
(We were talking about love languages after I took an online test. Physical touch is second for me behind quality time. Look how much he enjoys quality time with me...)
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Day 21: A list of links to your favourite posts in your archives
A post about begging for your partners urine here
Giant hot dog attack at Xmas here
Photos of my own conception (!) here
A post about home and my big old fur baby here
An explanation of Pancake Theory here and
A list entitled "It's not cool but I..." here
Some thoughts on managing mental illness here
Monday, May 20, 2013
D.E.T.E.R.M.I.N.E.D. aka the crocodile did it?
Day 20: Get real. Share something you're struggling with right now
Well to be honest I'm sure as hell struggling with this "Blog Every Day in May" challenge! Realised yesterday that it had been ten days since my last post. Sheesh! Anyway I'm determined to get them all done even if it takes until Christmas. D.E.T.E.R.M.I.N.E.D.
So in light of this struggle here is day 10, 10 days late...
Day 10: Most embarrassing moment (s). Spill
This was tricky. I have so many! But after stumbling upon some old travel photos of the Rooster and I in the Lauterbrunnen valley, Switzerland, I have settled on what to me, is the cringe worthy story of The Finger:
We stayed the longest in Lauterbrunnen of anywhere in Europe. I think it ended up at around 9 or 11 days? We'd planned on 5. Apparently we were just shy of winning the longest stay extension award at our camping ground (we sacrificed Lake Como. Sorry George Clooney). So many beautiful mountains to hike up and mountain-bike down, waterfalls to explore and cows with REAL bells on them just wandering down the street. Simply meandering! Man it was something else! As you can imagine from the height of those cliffs, it was also very popular with base jumpers. Apparently on average one died in the region every week that summer. We met some absolutely mad base jumpers in the evening. Those guys and girls are intense as a rule.
So anyway, to the embarrassing bit...for several days we had passed one particular base jumper on the trails and always stopped for a quick chat. Not sure where he was from, but he was a lovely. A friendly, totally insane base jumping dude. One night at the pub we bumped into him right as I was about to take a photo of our group. You know when you travel and you have to do that awkward apologetic "excuse me, sorry to bother you but would you mind taking our photo?" etc etc. It gets old real quick. Seeing as I knew the guy (and probably had a few beers under my belt) I thought I'd mix it up and be a little cheeky. "So how are you with your index finger?" I asked him holding my camera up. He replied; "Oh that ones fine, it's just the middle one I'm missing". He proceeded to hold up his right hand and his middle finger was completely absent. Holly molly. I paused and asked meekly "Oh how did that happen?" whilst trying to will the beetroot red from entirely enveloping my face. "A crocodile got it".
Somehow I doubted that but at that point I just said something lame like "ouch" and handed my camera over. I was hardly going to challenge the guy on the story of his missing finger after putting my very large foot in it! I wanted to dig a hole and crawl in. The first time I had ever said something cheeky and ridiculous about fingers to a semi-stranger I was asking a favour of and said stranger was actually missing a finger. You can bet I stuck with the old "sorry, excuse me..." for the rest of the trip.
To make my humiliation worse we kept seeing him around for several days. He was just so nice. I wanted to face-palm whenever I thought of it. Luckily Greg couldn't tease me too much. He'd arm wrestled a guy with Bells Palsy in Prague. By accident of course. He was mortified so knew where I was coming from.
Yeah, we do and say some weird and positively un-PC things when travelling. We are probably a good pair. I'll leave you with some snaps of the amazing Lauterbrunnen valley...
2009 australian rules football grand final. we got up at 5am and rode a cable car up the mountain to watch as our team was playing. greg had arranged with a man with satelite tv to open his pub super early so that we could watch. five of us trekked up that hill bleary eyed to find that the channel needed a subscription! luckily greg had brought the laptop last minute. we huddled around the teeny tiny screen as the sun rose on the hills around us. it was beautiful. oh and our team won! later that evening greg may have been dancing naked draped in his footy jersey in a mountain nightclub.
i was asleep!
the beer tower. not such a challenge
my birthday present from eggory- paragliding!
our favourite cafe in lauterbrunnen (this photo doesn't do it justice), with a book swap room in the back and delicious coffee- it was run by aussies!
picture postcard perfect!!!! we love you lauterbrunnen
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Baby lovin' & blog lovin'
A beautiful moment from my Sunday: baby Kits' 1st birthday!
Congrats Rabbit and husband on getting her to the 1 year milestone.
She is an absolute delight and "Aunty" George loves her to bits xx
She is an absolute delight and "Aunty" George loves her to bits xx
George, Rabbit, Kits, Kylie (Aunty KiKi) and her real Aunty Emelie
Some quick iPhone photos I just had to share. This one shows exactly how much Aunty George loves this little one (she basically thinks I'm a freak). This party and all the details were amazing. Rabbit did an incredible job- including making the birthday dress! So many photos to show off soon...
Day 19: Five of your favourite blogs and what you love about them
I've mentioned this one before. I totally heart Natalie. Love her writing and her general spirit. Getting lots of ideas about our coming (honeymoon) Christmas in New York from this lovely lady.
The blog that first got me into blogs. Found pictures of her cute style on Pinterest and started following her life as she went from fashion blogger to new Mum. Her little baldie is absolutely edible.
A local favourite. Well local-ish, as in Australian! Although having said that she is a Canadian ex-pat. I enjoy her blog for the craft, photography, healthy cooking and yoga. I might not get as much of all four in my life to the extent that I would like, but hey, that's what living vicariously through others is for!
Another one of my first blogs. Before I even really realised I was reading a blog...gorgeous homes, styling, DIY projects and peaks into the way people live and design around the world. Too much great content.
Ok a real local! She even lives close to my old share-house-of-love in Brunswick. Pip is an amazing creator and a truly good lady. Her voice through her blog is so authentic and she always replies to comments/tweets etc. She even taught me to crochet through her video tutorials. Without all out stalking I hope I run into her in Melbs one of these days...
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Innactivity and general piggery
Day 9: A moment in your day
Well it was a delightful autumn day in Melbourne with the temperature reaching 25 degrees. I took a photo of the absolutely delightful setting sun as I was leaving work. Since returning to my abode (via an insanely good $20 massage at the cheap walk-in Chinese place) I've been lying on the couch for the last two hours like a sloth stuffing my face with Maltesers whilst catching up on The Good Wife.
*Sidenote- On the walk home I may or may not have bought the giant gift pack box of Maltesers on sale at the supermarket for Mother's Day. Before you judge I would like to note that the cost per 100gms was lower than the bulk family pack. I was merely being a savvy shopper (as well as a total pig).
In the process of this high level of inactivity and general piggery I have somehow managed to lose my phone. It was right on the couch next to me a few hours ago...The problem with not having a home phone is the fact that I can't call myself to discover my mobile's whereabouts along with said picture of delicious sunset, the chosen moment in my day. Greg isn't home from footy training so he's no help. If I'm honest I think I've gone a little crazy. I looked under the couch and under the cushions three times. I even checked the fridge. I fear that I may indeed have inhaled my phone along with the chocolate. I wasn't even taking my eyes from the screen, just doing the sort of repetitive hand to Malteser box, hand to mouth action that would turn Michelle Bridges a lucid shade of purple.
So here is a new "moment in my day", care of my reggoolar camera...(that is how I pronounce regular when I'm by myself and bed is calling)
Evidence of Malteser overdose shamefully half hidden under the couch *sigh*:
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