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Thursday Oct 19, 2017

*tap tap* Is this thing on? *tap tap*

You mean to update every couple of weeks, then before you know it it’s been 2 years.

Things are good around here. To get caught up:

  • Dad’s surgery went really well and he is fully recovered. He actually retired a little while ago and moved out to the country. He has a little house on a quarter acre block and his veggie garden spans half of his back yard. He just adopted an old farm dog called Mac. Mac is 12 years old and Dad adores him. He’s well.
  • Sabine and I called it a day on sharing a house. We made it 2.5 years and surprising to everyone we parted on good terms and didn’t kill each other. Fucking miracle, man.
  • I’m still at my IT job. I actually just passed my ten year anniversary here and now have a couple of months of long service leave. I feel slightly depressed about this.
  • In the past year or so I’ve travelled a little bit, went to Hong Kong with my friends for a long weekend (amazing, although travelling with 5 other women was interesting), went back to Tasmania for a week (this time up north to Devonport), Melbourne, Perth and Brisbane for work.
  • Poppy is still alive and kicking. Slightly less fat but only slightly. She’s 8 now but still acts as she always has. Still shouts for attention but generally a lazy sweetheart.
  • I met someone. Luke. I quite like him and we ended up moving in together a few months back. He is smart and funny and interesting and a massive nerd. He has more books than my father, more music than a typical music store and hates people as much as me. He had two cats so we know have three. (FYI: when the cats out-number the humans you are shit out of luck. )

Things are good for me, it’s nice 😊


Wednesday Nov 11, 2015

A few months back I booked an impromptu holiday. There was a sale on airfares within Australia, as I’d been to all states and territories bar 2 (Northern Territory I’ve always wanted to go to but this was a solo holiday and since I fight like a piece of jelly I thought it wouldn’t be prudent to do the outback on my own) I booked a trip to Tasmania.

Jesus. What a bloody brilliant idea (self high five!) That place is stunning and despite being home now for a couple of weeks I have already planned a second trip down there next year.

I had 5 days down there in a little one bedroom cottage I’d booked through AirBnB. I hired a car (asked for a small one and they gave me a 4WD – I took that shit off road and by off road I mean I aimed for puddles) and I just relaxed and had quiet time.

It was perfect.

Things are pretty normal right now. I’m still living with my sister Sabine and mercilessly annoying her (as only a younger sister can), my study is going well and I’m half way through my course with only a few more months to go. I’m still single and I’m pretty sure it’s terminal, so I’m going to work on becoming one of those chubby curly haired single women with big hair, big laugh and even bigger eclectic jewelry (it’s coming along nicely!)

I’m still doing the healthy eating/bullshit diet thing; as much as I have disdain for dieting and the whole bloody dieting industry generally I’m doing this for my health. I still mourn the food I used to eat, I would murder someone to be able to eat a decent pub nachos with dollops of sour cream and guacamole regularly (with no associated weight gain, thanks) but this healthier eating thing is permanent for me now so I’ll continue to mourn family sized bags of chips and macaroni and cheese. I’m 24 kilos down now (50ish pounds, I think?) so it’s working, but man.


Monday Aug 31, 2015

It’s the last day of winter today and I am ready, totally fully ready, for Spring. We’ve started getting cold but sunny days and it is marvelous. I used to have chickens as a teenager (I did an Agriculture class at school and surprised Dad one day with three chicks) and when they’d hit a sunspot in the backyard they’d stretch one wing out and just collapse. Exactly like this.



This is me at the moment, hit a sun ray, want to collapse.

Things are chugging along okay. I’m still doing okay with my study and I’m up to my third assessment. It’s an assist client topic so it’s pretty similar to some of what I do in IT, e.g. help the helpless, so I’m chugging along nicely.

We had a death in the family quite recently and Mum flew home for the funeral, while it was a shit occasion it was so good to see her and her side of the family. They’re all good people and fucking hilarious. We kind of neglected that side after Mum moved interstate so it’s good to reconnect. I, as usual, look nothing like anyone in the family. Everyone’s all fair skin and freckles and thin and I’m tubby and brunette with olive skin tones.

It’s also a nice change from Dad’s side of the family. Did I tell you they buried our grandmother without telling us? Good times! It’s the first time we’ve had a family falling out and while I’d really really prefer not to have had it happen I can understand how people hold a grudge for decades and decades. I am stubborn and I will hold this motherfucking grudge until they apologise. Because? Don’t bury one of my favourite people in the world, not invite us (including her son) and then get angry with us when we find out the day before and ask what is happening. In a bonus I got de-friended on Facebook by them. That’s a first during a fight from adults rather than teenagers :/

Still single. I’m pretty sure that I should just take a lover and avoid relationships. Is lover the adult euphemism for for FWB’s? I think so, much easier 🙂


What’s my age again?

Thursday May 28, 2015

It appears I’ve now reached the age (34) where women my age, specifically friends, have started to lie about their age.

I find it really odd. Something happened when we moved from early 30’s to mid-ish 30’s and now each birthday there are “jokes” of turning 30 (again) or hitting late twenties.

While I know it’s joking it’s really not and it makes me sad. Especially knowing these women; they are amazing, intelligent, funny people who are so much better and happier now than they were in their teens and twenties.

I suppose it’s good that we/they haven’t started on the botox and fillers?



Worth it.

Monday Feb 16, 2015

I just found out that my manager, my 40+ year old competent manager, has never ironed a shirt in his life.

Even though he’s worked in the corporate world for 20+ years and wears a business shirt every work day of his life.

I just told him he is everything wrong with modern man and if I get fired because of it, it was totally worth it.


Wednesday Feb 11, 2015

I am approaching my 34th birthday and I’m a little disconcerted by the idea. I’m 33 (obviously) so it’s not like I’m 25 turning 34 as very little will actually change from the 21st of April to the 22nd of April. But, still.

I’m blaming Mercury in retrograde for this because it’s a bitch of a thing and causes havoc whenever it’s happening. It’s been making me do a lot of thinking lately. What do I want my life to be like? Where do I want to be in 1 year, 5 years, 10 years? Where do I want to live? Since my retirement year is 2042 what job can I do for the next 30 years that won’t make me wish for an early heart attack?

I’m stopping for a bit to evaluate shit, what I want and what I don’t want and this is a good thing. It’s just very exhausting though and I’d like a lie down because I am getting on a bit now.

I blame this introspection on two things – a grey hair in my best friend’s eyebrow we discovered recently and a friend’s comment that I need to get onto baby making stat as my ‘window of fertility’ is narrowing quickly.

Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

To both things.

One – a grey hair fine, I’ve had grey hairs since my early twenties but an eyebrow hair. And if she has one surely I’ll have them but don’t notice because I dye my eyebrows. WHAT IF I HAVE A GREY PUBE?!

Two – Shut the fuck up about my “fertility window.” It’s my fertility window and I’ll do what I want with it. Whether that’s actually utilising it and having babies (ha!) or ignoring it and buying more pets is totally my call.


I fucking know. Of course I know about my body and its features and limitations. I’m a grown arse adult who is aware and prides myself and knowing this stuff.

It’s like the healthy eating kick I’ve been on lately where so many people continue to give me basic advice about eating well and losing weight. Especially because I rarely ask for advice because, well, fuck that. It drives me totally mental because I’m obviously doing okay with it as I’m down 20 kilograms (45ish pounds, I think?)

“Lots of fresh fruit and vegetables!” No shit Sherlock.

“Avoid saturated fats!” Jog on, champ.

I was going to say, it’s not that I don’t appreciate the advice, because I don’t. I just think people need to worry about their own stuff and leave others to worry about their shit. Because ultimately it makes me think and I don’t like that.

Writing this was good, it made me fired up rather than feeling a little down. Morale of this post – don’t give me fucking advice and don’t try and tell me what to do with my body.

Friday showers

Friday Feb 6, 2015

There’s a shower room in our office that people used post-gym/exercise sessions. The problem is it’s not in the actual bathroom area, it’s just sitting there in between meeting rooms on the way to the server room.

So every time I walk past it, and hear the shower going, I’m super aware that only a metre or two away one of my work colleagues is naked.

That’s my thoughts for a Friday morning.


He’s good.

Monday Nov 17, 2014

Dad is slowly but surely recovering from his surgery. Unsurprisingly it’s the sternum/rib break and muscle cutting (retch), that was required to access his heart, that is taking the longest to heal. He is doing well, being compliant and being as patient as possible.

I spent a week down there post-surgery being a good daughter and looking after him, Sabine spending weekends there.

I am so so glad it is over and he made it through and is recovering well.

The day of the surgery was horrendous. The cardiothoracic ICU is a fucking awful place to be. We all (Sabine, I and his sister) went in to see him a couple of hours post-surgery, there aren’t many memories that I would pay to forget but I added a few more that day.

He was released 5 days post-surgery and we took him home where he’s been recuperating since.

Heart surgery is not for pussies.


Thursday Oct 16, 2014

We’ve just found out my father needs to have triple bypass surgery. He’s got at least 3 blockages in his coronary arteries that they need to unblock.

He had an appointment with a cardiologist Monday who straight after he performed the stress test told us we had to take him to the emergency department. Since then he’s been hanging out in the cardiology wing.

I was okay with it all (he’s relatively young, they caught it in time, he’s in a great hospital and has good doctors, he’s relatively healthy etc etc.) until I discovered today they not only stop his heart during the surgery but they will also crack through ribs or his sternum to do the surgery.

That’s brown trousers time for anyone, especially when it’s your Dad. My sister and I have been off work for a few days but head back next week until his surgery then we’ll take more time off to help him recover and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid. He’s from the north of England and has a pretty strong will. I mean, he’s been having what he describes as mild discomfort in his chest for the past few months. When the cardiologist told him that was actually chest pain and was actually a pretty big deal he was totally un-phased by it all.

I’ve also started to see this new boy. He is delightful but it’s still early stages yet. He’s so pretty though.

So, that’s what’s been happening around here.

All nighter

Monday Sep 29, 2014

After the office move fortnight from hell I got to have one normal night before having to pull an all nighter after one of our systems broke and was needed by the CEO (of course) the next day.

In the same way that a sloth is not designed for marathons, nor a seal designed for using a rowing machine I am not designed to work for 30 hours straight. At all.

I’d nap for an hour in between epic teleconferences with the US.

It was made even worse because I was due to have that day off as time in lieu, so I had a massive day planned of watching the last few episodes of True Blood and doing sweet fuck all. Don’t taunt an introvert with a quiet day off to themselves, after spending weeks with people, and then take it away from them.

That’s just mean.


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