tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55219485184397719882024-03-13T16:18:52.023+10:00Accidental WonderlandAmeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06277489399865186227noreply@blogger.comBlogger587125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521948518439771988.post-49787956645905526722018-08-06T20:34:00.001+10:002018-08-06T20:34:33.582+10:00New Blog!Hiiiiii!<br />
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I'm taking another stab at this blogging business over at my new blog - <a href="https://calculatedwonderland.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Calculated Wonderland</a>.<br />
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Life has changed a lot since I last blogged in 2014. Our wonderland is no longer accidental hence the new blog name.<br />
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Please join me on our current life journey.<br />
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I read that there are approximately 155 million blogs in the world. That's a lot of bloggers. That's a whole lot of posts on a whole lot of topics. It makes me think how many other people are posting about it what I am. Right now. </div>
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It makes it hard to be original. That post you thought was so original because you wouldn't have thought about it if that thing didn't happen. Yeah, I bet a hundred people already posted about it. Maybe even today. </div>
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I'm not saying that having your own voice isn't being original. It is. Especially if it's your authentic voice. If not then yeah not so original, sorry. I am saying that topics, ones you thought were 'omg so random' most likely aren't 'omg so random'. </div>
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Is that a bad thing? No, not if you're authentic. Authenticity is hard to fake even on the internet. People call others out on their bullshit all the time. Rightfully so, I think. Bullshitting others is like a smack in the face, a 'I think you're too stupid to realise I'm bullshitting you because I'm obviously a lot smarter than you'. How. Rude. You. Asshole.</div>
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So what to do? Keep posting about whatever YOU want in YOUR voice. Be yourself. Fuck whatever everyone else is doing, focus on yourself. If you think a topic is great post about it YOUR way. If you think someone's voice is great then read or listen to them but don't try and be them. That isn't being original and you could piss people off including yourself. </div>
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So to those others that may have posted or posting about originality and being original, good topic choice. Please link below, I'd love to read it! </div>
Ameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06277489399865186227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521948518439771988.post-84186017485278271112014-08-25T06:00:00.000+10:002014-08-25T06:00:01.100+10:00Weekend.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
The winter flu has hit our household. It may be tonsillitis or teething regardless it's not fun. </div>
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The week before exam week too. Of course.</div>
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It does mean lots of sleep and cuddles which make up for the snot and vomit. It's so hard seeing your kids unhappy. Thankfully they've both been fantastic taking medicine which definitely helps.</div>
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I made a cake with the help of the kids. Lufflump chose the colour of the cake. It feels like every cake we make is blue. I managed to convince them that white icing is 'fancy' and we can have sprinkles to make it pretty.<br />
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There's a reason why I don't bake or cook often. This photo is of the best piece, the only piece that didn't fall apart. The falling apart started when I took it out of the tin. This isn't a one off disaster, this is very common. It's a miracle when it doesn't happen.<br />
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An ugly cake can be delicious though and this is a photo of a delicious cake. The mister managed to consume most of it in one sitting and the kids have asked for more so it must be delicious.<br />
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We moved into this house about a month ago and know how long we are going to be here, roughly. We have never lived in a house knowing how long we would be here. We were living in limbo as we didn't know when the mister would be leaving for the airforce. Now that we are here for a certain period of time, give or take a few months, we have decided to make this house our home.<br />
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I have a desk nook which is a work in progress and probably will be forever. I like it though, it's cute and functional. My dream is to fix up the table and chairs. They previously lived in my Opa's kitchen and were known as the casual or kids table. I fell in love and when he died they became mine. They deserve to be in good condition.<br />
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The kids have their paintings up in their rooms. We need to buy some bits and pieces for their art wall in the toy room and then that will be done too.<br />
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I am a hater of bright lights like the ones we have outside. Not only are they too bright but they flicker slightly. I cannot stand it so I got my handyman on and put up fairy lights. It's still too cold at night to be outside but it's a start. </div>
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I have a remote on my phone! Yes, this is an exciting part of my weekend. I fell asleep trying to get sesame asleep on Saturday night. At 5pm. So yes this is now my exciting life.<br />
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Getting this remote app on my phone means we don't have to click through the ten or so home shopping channels just to get to a good channel, that probably doesn't have anything worth watching anyway.<br />
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What is with all this AFL on all the channels, Victoria?! We get it, you like AFL. We also understand that we suck at being Victorians. We don't need it rubbed in our face all the time. Is there an off season for this madness?<br />
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The rest of my weekend included reading, studying, eating, watching many TV series; The Office, House of Lies, Mindy Project and Parks and Recreation.<br />
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<b>Please tell me your exciting weekend so I can live through you. Alternatively, please tell me your stay at home weekend so we can be in solidarity.</b><br />
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It's made me think about how lucky we are and how strong parents can be. Fur parents too. Before children I was a mum to a cat and seeing her after she was hit by a car was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Wall-E is my third child and I'm more over protective of him at times than I am of my own children. <i>Wow, that sounds bad.</i> I'm not saying I'm not over protective of my children, I'm just saying that I care for my cat too and I'm not undermining any parents, fur or otherwise.<br />
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Lucky may be the wrong word. I don't know what the right word is. Maybe, fortunate is the word. We are very fortunate that we haven't had to deal with a very sick child. Every night I hug my children thanking the universe that they are healthy and happy.<br />
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Well, maybe I don't do that every night but I should. I should be more thankful, more grateful for my life. I really need to print off more inspirational posters to put around my desk which I am not sitting at. Maybe not.<br />
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I have a slight obsession with inspirational quotes and posters. In fact, I have one as my phone background. This one;<br />
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I don't know if they work but I like the thought and look of them. I don't have them posted all over my bathroom mirror though. The mister would not like that. I also don't have that many anywhere except for my <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/missmaims/" target="_blank">Pinterest</a> boards. Which, I don't really visit as much as I should. Wow, I fail at inspirational posters. How is that even a thing?<br />
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I can't leave this post on that crappiness. Maybe I don't fail so much and if I do then all I need to do is read and pin more inspirational quotes. Quotes that remind me to be more thankful and grateful for the health of my children and family. In the meantime here's one of my favourite quotes from one of my favourite inspirational people.<br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>Two:</b> Short attention span. Seriously short. I cannot do just one thing. If I'm watching a movie or TV I'll also be reading, playing games or on social media on my phone. It drives the mister crazy.</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 18px;"><b>Three:</b> Lack of confidence. I write myself off before I attempt new things. I still attempt it but my mind usually is right and I suck. I need to be kinder to myself but after 27 years of beating myself up it's hard to be nice. I'm working on it.</span><br />
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Ameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06277489399865186227noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521948518439771988.post-16872288543331503042013-05-27T12:48:00.002+10:002013-05-27T12:48:26.267+10:00School Didn't Teach Me.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Day twenty-three: <b>Things you've learned that school won't teach you.</b></span><br />
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<li><span style="line-height: 18px;">How to raise children. I'm still learning and will be until the day I die. Anyone who says they are an expert is lying. </span></li>
<li><span style="line-height: 18px;">What to expect at university. </span></li>
<li><span style="line-height: 18px;">How to keep in contact with your friends now you don't see each other every day.</span></li>
<li><span style="line-height: 18px;">How to prepare nutritional meals for lunch. All we ate and drank was sausage rolls and coke. </span></li>
<li><span style="line-height: 18px;">That punishment in school is relative to in real life. I've never gotten into trouble for wearing nail polish or make-up like I was in school. </span></li>
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Ameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06277489399865186227noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521948518439771988.post-58917972136443484072013-05-26T20:33:00.000+10:002013-05-26T20:33:20.042+10:00Blogging Problems and Catch Ups<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'm fighting with my blog. We are currently exiting the ignoring stage.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It won't let me change the font style, colour or size. It's very frustrating. <a href="http://lifeofthebees.com/" target="_blank">Sass</a> is amazing and helped me. If you ever need any blogging help she is your lady. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I still have a lot of work to do to finish making it pretty enough that I'll be happy with it but it's still being stubborn and I don't have the patience or time to try to get it to work.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I've ranted about my blog above. I have a lot more to rant about but really it's all first world problems that make me feel like an ungrateful twerp. Like bitching about, being annoyed and frustrated at my blog. So first world.</span></div>
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<i>Roller derby.</i><br />
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I've lost some passion for it. <i>Some.</i> I'm struggling and feel like I'm not getting any better. I know I've gotten a lot better since I started over a year ago but I feel like I've hit a plateau.<br />
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I've decided to take a break to miss it. I don't know if it's the best option but it's a last resort. I'm going to work on outdoor skating, weights and general fitness. I'll still do drills once a week rather than two unless studying gets in the way with that too.<br />
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I had this week off and I already miss it. I feel like a teenager who's missed a party. It's not an enjoyable feeling but one that I need to work through, I'm (obviously) not a teenager and derby is hard work. It's supposed to be fun though and I'm not walking away happy. That's not what I want.<br />
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Is it weird that I can't think of one big embarrassing moment. Nothing really pops into mind.<br />
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I know I've felt embarrassed many times after a night out clubbing, drinking excessively. It could be one reason why I don't like drinking much anymore. Gone are the days when I can be comfortable with forgetting what I did the night before, not that I ever should have been comfortable with that.<br />
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I always seem to do embarrassing things. I'm the person who says and does the wrong things at the worst times. I am a klutz too, always hurting myself in strange ways like breaking my nose by head butting my knee.<br />
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The key is the ability to laugh at yourself. Don't take yourself too seriously or you will become embarrassed about too much. Life is too short.<br />
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<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">A derby blog by Elektra Q-Tion. There's strategy, opinion posts, good advice and awesome drawings. If I see there's a new post on my reader I always read it last as I know it'll be rad.</span></center>
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<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">Holly is intelligent, honest and hilarious. She's not posting as much these days as she has adorable children to look after (I hope she makes more) but when she does you know it's going to be good.</span></center>
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If you are looking at getting fit that will help with derby or skating then this is a must read. There's a ton of nutrition, exercise, on and off skate drills, strategy and coaching advice. This blog makes me want to coach. </center>
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Since I started doing activities with lufflump I've been reading a lot of pre-k and kindergarten blogs. This is one of the best I've read with a range of contributors and ideas. </center>
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Georgia is amazing. I've professed my admiration for her before on this blog and I doubt this will be the last time. Her photos, writing and lifestyle are all so interesting and lovely. Amazing.</center>
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Day nine: <b>A moment in your day.</b><br />
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Lufflump got his birthday presents from his Opa. Blue Ninja Turtle and Ninja Turtle van, his favourite. He's been asking for these for months now and was so excited.<br />
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His eyes lit up and he thanked his Opa many times.<br />
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The damn toy won't shut up so at night time he is in 'bed' on top of the TV cabinet.<br />
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<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">I don't remember a lot from my childhood. </span><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">I don't know why. </span><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">I remember bits and pieces but not a lot vivid. </span></center>
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<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">I do remember a lot of fun times including one vivid memory of feeding a horse. There was a beautiful friendly horse that lived in the acreage behind my childhood best friend's house. We would feed the horse vegetables but it loved biting the fence posts. Whenever the horse did that it looked like it was smiling a huge grin. We all thought it was hilarious.</span></center>
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<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 14px;">Thank you smiling horse, you gave me one of a handful childhood memories.</span></center>
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I love this photo because it gives the middle finger to anxiety. I'm at Formula 1, having fun and photo bombing the mister's photo of Porches. I'm being myself. Free.<br />
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I am most afraid of <b>loss</b> and <b>death</b>. </center>
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I'm not so much afraid of dying as I am afraid of not living. I like my life, I like living and I don't want to stop. The thought terrifies me. My heart is clenching right now typing this. I'm absolutely terrified. I would love to have the ability to take an immortality pill.</center>
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I also am afraid of losing my loved ones. My children, the mister, my parents and friends. I've suffered loss before and I'm not a fan. </center>
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I know these are a fact of life and they make you stronger but I still don't want to experience them. I'm not sure many people do and I know I'm not alone. Life sucks at times.</center>
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">I struggled with this a bit. I'd never heard about 'lot in life' and then didn't know what mine was. Until I had to get new glasses and try contacts today. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 14px;">Welcome to <b>how I overcome not having perfect vision</b>. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 14px;"><b>Pretty glasses.</b> At least every two years. This year I got two pairs.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><b style="line-height: 14px;">Contacts.</b><span style="line-height: 14px;"> I'm trialling these for derby training. It's so hard in a pack with bad peripheral vision and having to turn around all the time. I'm excited but I love wearing glasses so will leave the contacts to only training.</span></span><br />
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Not having 20/20 vision can be a pain but it can also be a blessing. I'm glad my vision isn't perfect. It's fun!</center>
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I am fortunate enough to be able to spend time with my babies and the mister when he isn't working. </center>
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I do too much and not enough washing.</center>
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I clean but never enough. <i>Is there such a thing?</i></center>
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I cook. Sometimes.</center>
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I will be studying and growing.</center>
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I help Lufflump with his education and speech.</center>
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I help sesame be herself.</center>
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I am the mister's team mate.</center>
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I exercise my body and my mind.</center>
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I help create a good environment for my children to grow in.</center>
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I try my best to have lots of fun.</center>
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8:30 - Cooking and cleaning is so much easier with Daft Punk. I'm loving their new album so much. </div>
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9:30 - The mister is awake and we have breakfast together while watching The Block. The kids run crazy playing together. Loudly. I hockey tape the fridge so sesame doesn't keep opening it, something she does at least five times an hour. Lunch and dinner has been cooked already which feels fantastic. </div>
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10:30 - The first load of washing goes on while we all play soccer outside. </div>
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11:30 - The mister and lufflump go to the shops to get essentials. Sesame and I laze around eating grapes talking about how crappy Postman Pat is. Sesame goes down for a nap so I tidy and clean.<br />
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12:30 - Hang washing out and put another load on. Watch some documentaries on <a href="http://www.abc.net.au/iview/" target="_blank">ABC iview</a> while catching up on some blogging. The mister and lufflump come home with goodies like chocolate, V, apples and other groceries. Sesame wakes up. Her and lufflump help us make some soda waters with the Sodastream or at least try to but the gas bottle the mister just bought was empty. Back to the shop for him later.<br />
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1:30 - I have a nice hot shower. We all have floor play with lots of cuddle attacks. We start filling the water feature for the fish as its gotten way too low. I feed the fish some peas which they love. The mister's mum comes over to drop some stuff off including my birthday present!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Awesome birthday present! Bearing press FTW.</td></tr>
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2:30 - The mister and I clean my skates, wheels and bearings thanks to my present, a new bearing press. It's so lush and easy to use. The fish are back in the water feature and happy. I hang another load of washing out and put another load on.<br />
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3:30 - Afternoon tea is lots of watermelon for all of us. We sit around talking and eating it together. Lufflump watches Transformers while the mister and I watch Deadliest Catch and sesame reads books in her room.<br />
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4:30 - Hang the last load of washing out. There's a spider attached to the clothes line so I hang most of it inside. The spider can stay. I get a phone call that my glasses are ready so I make an appointment for my dad and myself to get them fitted tomorrow afternoon. I call dad excited to tell him.<br />
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5:30 - It's time for me to get ready for training and walk to my wife's house to get a lift. The mister has a roast pork on which smells delicious! Sesame is a bit unsettled which means lots of lovely cuddles until she falls asleep.<br />
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6:30 - 8:30 - Roller derby training with some awesome people. It's very informal and we work on what we need to. It's great to practice, practice, practice.<br />
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9:30 - Home to drama on the webs. Some people don't realise how much their words can affect others. Need food, shower, some TV and sleep.</div>
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Day five: <b>Publicly profess your love and devotion for one of your blogger friends.</b></center>
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The blogger whose blog I love to read and is just so lovely in person is A-M from <a href="http://www.thehousethata-mbuilt.com/" target="_blank">The House That A-M Built</a>. </center>
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A-M lives an amazing life which she works damn hard for. Her kids are amazing boys who will be successful in every aspect of their lives. She has amazing style, in her house, food and wardrobe. She's so generous and sweet too. In fact A-M, I still owe you a lunch! </center>
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I want to be A-M when I grow up.</center>
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<b>1. My family.</b><br />
I love our little family of four. They make the days better.<br />
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I also love our extended family. They may drive me crazy at times but they are amazing.<br />
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<b>2. Friends.</b><br />
If my friends didn't make me happy they wouldn't be my friends. Simple. They make me laugh all the time and that's what I treasure most.<br />
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<b>3. Roller Derby.</b><br />
Quality roller derby is amazing. I've already seen some amazing bouts this year and there are so many more I'm looking forward to including Victoria Roller Derby League's bouts in America next weekend. If you are interested they should be streaming these bouts live on <a href="http://www.derbynewsnetwork.com/" target="_blank">DNN</a>.<br />
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<b>4. Music.</b><br />
I'm a big music lover. I don't judge a song by it's genre, if I like it I enjoy it. My favourite songs are by The Beatles, Pink Floyd, The Doors, Beck, Daft Punk, The Eagles, Ellen Allien, Apparat, Guns N' Roses, Illfx, Janis Joplin, Led Zeppelin, Marilyn Manson, Tracy Chapman, She & Him, Florence and the Machine, Queen, Nirvana, Sex Pistols, Infected Mushroom, and many more.<br />
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<b>5. Delicious food.</b><br />
Salmon, asparagus, haloumi cheese, oysters, pine nuts, quality steak, cheese, grilled and roasted vegetables, creamy pastas and chocolate. There's so much more but those are SO delicious!<br />
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<a href="http://www.myrecipes.com/recipe/grilled-vegetables-with-balsamic-vinaigrette-10000000222862/" target="_blank">Source</a>.</td></tr>
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<b>6. My back being tickled.</b><br />
When I'm rich I will have a chief back tickler. He/she will be rich too.<br />
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<b>7. Reality TV.</b><br />
I love documentaries as well as crappy reality shows. Give me Ross Kemp, Louis Theroux, Jeremy Wade, First 48, Hoarders and any polygamy documentaries (not that Sister Wives shit though). I love the Real Housewives franchise, Mob Wives and anything shockingly terrible except Kardashian's, they are TOO bad.<br />
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<b>8. Unicorns.</b><br />
Rad.<br />
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<b>9. Rain.</b><br />
The sound, the smell, the feel - everything about the rain makes me happy. I love when it rains all day and night.<br />
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<b>10. Stationery.</b><br />
Typo, Smiggle, Officeworks, Kmart, Target, Big W, even Woolworths and Coles all have stationery I want. I love the pretty ones most but even the ugly stationery has me lusting after it. I don't know why but I just love it all.<br />
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My favourite quote comes from one of the greatest poets, Jim Morrison.<br />
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I remember as a teenager etching this on desks, books, papers and skin. One day I'll get a tattoo of it.<br />
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<b>Why do I love it?</b> It's a gory, realistic motion of a body after death. I'd much rather die in the environment than in man's metal casing. I love cars and material possessions but I love nature and the earth more. The hippie in me revels in this quote, in the meaning I take from it. I want to give myself to the earth and circle of life rather than be wasted in fire or materialism. I want to be buried rather than cremated. Giving rather than wasted.<br />
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Today I would like to apologise to my future knees.<br />
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I'm sorry that I didn't wear adequate knee pads the day we learnt slides. Only slides.<br />
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I'm sorry that I don't stretch after every session.<br />
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I'm sorry that I've fallen on you HARD a lot.<br />
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Knees, please don't hold it against me. I'll get a physio and look after you more. I promise. I'm sorry I've neglected you, please give me a long derby career. My ass can confirm that I've fallen more on it so you are getting off the hook a bit more.<br />
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Future derby people, please look after your knees. Buy awesome thick knee pads. It's important.<br />
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Day three: <b>Things that make you uncomfortable.</b></center>
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Not much makes me feel uncomfortable but those that do really make me squirm. </center>
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1. <b>Watching people embarrass themselves or at least me feeling embarrassed for them.</b> I hate people being embarrassed, whether by themselves or someone else. I think humiliating someone for laughs is a low form of comedy and in some cases it could be bullying. </center>
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2. <b>Sex scenes in books.</b> I don't have a problem with other people reading or writing them but I'm not a fan. I refuse to read 50 Shades, not purely based on the sex scenes but also because of the apparent shocking writing. </center>
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That is about it, they're the big ones. I'm sure more things make me feel uncomfortable like trying to hold in a fart but the squirm is bigger for the two I've listed. Unless it's a huge fart.</center>
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I miss my puppy dog, Casey/KC. we lost her two days shy of eleven years ago. Two days before my sixteenth birthday. Talk about a shitty rather than sweet sixteenth.<br />
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Casey came into our lives as a pup. Well before then as she was born to family friend's dogs, a cattle dog and a dingo. A dog trainer's nightmare. The mix of dog I'd love to have again.<br />
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I chose her when I was two. I wanted the pure white dog who was called Squeak as she squeaked a lot. My cousin also wanted her but I was promised first pick and I got her. To an only child, she was my sister and my confidant.<br />
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Casey was one amazing dog. She had the dingo free spirit and ran away multiple times on adventures that found her being spray painted pink outside of McDonald's, fed steaks from owners of a 7/11, and countless trips to the pound including a long stay as they refused to euthanise her knowing we would come and pick her up (back before mobile phones were prevalent and the pound was open during the hours my parents worked). One of the pound employees was going to take her home if we didn't pick her up when we did. Casey thanked them by saying goodbye to them before saying hello to us when we picked her up.<br />
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I don't know how but I do know she understood the English language. I taught her how to cross the road safely, to bite someone who was wearing all black including shoes and a hat (which my dad's poor boss happened to on the day Casey nipped him), she knew when it was her birthday and would be pissed if we didn't have her present for her in the morning. She knew more than a dog should.<br />
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Casey was my soulmate. We had a connection like no other. She knew me more than anyone has and I knew her, we got each other.<br />
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I miss her every day. I wish my children got to meet her, feel her amazing spirit and soft ears. I wish she were here now licking my tears I wouldn't be crying for her.<br />
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Ameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06277489399865186227noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5521948518439771988.post-67392622746398344112013-05-12T07:00:00.000+10:002013-05-12T07:00:00.421+10:00How To Scare Yourself. Easily.<center style="text-align: left;">
Day two: <b>Educate on something you know a lot about or are good at.</b></center>
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I am extra good at scaring myself. Catching public transport at night? Scary. Having your curtains open at night? Scary. Walking anywhere at night? Scary. Night time? Scary. Our old house had NO security. If we wanted the windows open we had to have our sliding doors open with no screens. Now we have security screens that are locked with keys, no reason to be scared. Or is there?</center>
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<b>1.</b> Watch too many <b>crime shows.</b> Law and Order, Criminal Intent, Hannibal, Bates Motel, Dexter and The Following are good ones to start with. Add some real life ones too like 48 Hours, Unsolved Mysteries, I Was Murdered and even Cops. Throw in some <b>horror shows</b> just for a different scare. American Horror Story, The Walking Dead and Supernatural are a good start.</center>
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<b>2.</b> Watch the <b>news.</b> Pay extra close attention to any crimes around your area and any mass murders that could have happened in your city.</center>
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<b>3.</b> Don't forget to watch <b>scary movies</b> too. The Grudge, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Wolf Creek, Saw, It, The Exorcist, Jaws, A Nightmare On Elm Street, Village of the Damned. A total mix so you know you are never safe anywhere.</center>
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<b>4.</b> Prefer <b>books</b>? Read The Omen, The Exorcist, Amityville Horror, Probable Cause, The Shining and any true crime book.</center>
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<b>5.</b> Make sure you watch and read them all at <b>night when you are home alone</b> or the kid's are asleep. Preferably on a windy or stormy night.</center>
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<b>6.</b> It's even better if you live in an apartment/townhouse as there are more <b>bumps in the night</b> that aren't yours. You get bonus points if you have a basement or attic too. </center>
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<b>7.</b> Go to the woods, cemetery, desert, lake, dark alley, bush, beach, country, city, <b>anywhere remotely spooky</b>. Don't think of just one movie/show/book, think of at least five to validate you being terrified. </center>
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<b>8.</b> Always <b>drive with the fuel light on</b>, you never know when you'll run out. You might be lucky and run out of fuel in the dark, miles away from any open petrol station. </center>
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<b>9.</b> <b>Pick up hitch hikers</b> especially the creepy looking ones.</center>
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<b>10.</b> Remember everything can be related back to a scary movie/show/book. <b>Don't be fooled</b>.</center>
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