When you get bullied into doing an 8 week challenge with your gym, a number of things scream at the forefront of your brain that you are not allowed to let filter out of your mouth. You won't be able to drink! You have to eat rocket for 8 whole weeks! You can't not eat … Continue reading 8 Week Challenge
I can run even if it wobbles.
I am an active gym member. It's normally after I utter this sentence that I still wait for the raucous laughter to follow. I do not look like a gym meme. I do not look like I drink a protein shake pre-workout. In fact I don't look anything like the kind of person who even … Continue reading I can run even if it wobbles.
Position Vacant
I scoff regularly that all I need in a man is shoes, teeth and a job. I tell myself that shoes indicate he can dress himself, having teeth means he's somewhat hygienic and a job indicates that he has a sense of responsibility and maturity. It's a far stretch and as my friends sometimes remind … Continue reading Position Vacant
The End of Round 1
Contestant #3 far outshone the rest on paper. He was funny, attentive enough without appearing obsessive, interested in the world and from his photos appeared like he enjoyed life and liked to live in it. Some of you were hoping #3 would text/call, whatever it took to ask me out. And Thursday night he did. … Continue reading The End of Round 1
Ding Ding Ding – Round 1
It's been over a week. Internet dating has been in my life for over a week and I don't think I am any closer to giving my patiently waiting mother any grandchildren. (She thinks that's what I am doing, hunting for baby daddy material. While I'm not sure that I am, I'm not sure that … Continue reading Ding Ding Ding – Round 1
The Year of the Band Aid
2014. The year of the band aid. I've made a conscious decision not to put off things that I normally put off. This year, they going to happen like ripping off a band aid. That slight awkwardness and anxiety of upcoming pain followed by a slight lift at the edge, then, tear it. Fast. All … Continue reading The Year of the Band Aid
The Chubby Red Heads
It seems I have a thing for chubby red heads. If you've been around for a little while, this is not news for you and it's probably not even surprising. I've always done things a little differently and liked things that are a little quirky. It's not often you hear "Oh, that's a hot ranga." … Continue reading The Chubby Red Heads
Will you be my friend?
Making friends as a grown up is hard. When you meet a friend when you're five, I'm pretty sure you just say hello and then ask them if they want to be your friend is normally all it takes... Or you share your dump truck, hand over your tea cup or share your vegemite sandwich … Continue reading Will you be my friend?
Folding Socks
I thought I was done. I thought I was all over it. I haven't thought about it/him or anything else to do with it/him in weeks. Months even. I even said his name in passing last week and didn't think more than anything normal about it. And then it happened. Facebook killed my mojo. Photos … Continue reading Folding Socks
I will…
So apparently it's quite clear which list is mine. Even my mum picked it. My workmates struggled but even my mum knows my 'I will' list. I will... They are just words and mean absolutley nothing until we are strong enough to put them into action. Sitting at the pub early on a Saturday evening, … Continue reading I will…
life in big frilly knickers 