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I missed me
image via We Heart It Do you ever get that? I felt for a while that I was struggling to be me. Not to know who that was, but to actually BE that. To act on all the things I wanted for me. For who I am. Being sick, being busy and being caught up…
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It’s here!
And look what some fools got up to while I was busy making dinner! I wish I could say I’ll be doing more than playing with my new toy… But I won’t. Because that’s probably all I’ll do for a while. Big fan!
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Driving… & talking blogging with my Dad.
Blurry supposed to be like driving pic Yesterday {well, it will be yesterday by the time this does it’s scheduled post magic and appears on Monday morning} my Mum, Dad and I traveled the two and bit hours to Bundy to watch my brother’s hockey team in their first final in freakin’ ages. And between naps we…
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Ladies who lunch… until later!
Next time I get married. I am having a dignified, elegant, looooong ladies who lunch lunch. Elegant clothes, girl chats, yummo food and lots of oooo’ing and ahhh’ing over my canary diamond engagement ring that is the size of a small country. Heehee. Something waaaay upmarket. You know, the complete opposite to my drunken winery tour where we visited…
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Grateful for this.
I’m sick. You would have heard by now. I am the biggest, whinge’est, worse sick person ever. Because mostly, I am healthy, well, vibrant. Being a little flu’ey is a reminder, I think, of how lucky I am. So as I wake for the second time today, I stretch my arms and legs and I am…
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Brain Dump.
I’m sick. My first cold like, sore throat thing of the season. Not too shabby. Especially considering my tiny little office has had many the weeks of being a germ haven. And the other week while I was training I kept picking up a pencil, shared with the trainee, that had been coughed on, and putting it…
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So you are going to a Blog Meet…
credit I consider myself a bit of an expert on this one. Having first hosted then attended about fifty million since. Each is different. The people {sometimes} are different, the venue, the dress code. All a minefield of possible options, arrival methods, after party strategies etc etc. Well. sort of. That’s the way it seems…
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Do you ever feel like a jinx?
I am 28. Trust me. I just had to count and check. So yes, I am. Twenty-Freakin-Eight. And I have been to more funerals than your average 70 year old. Sometimes I think, there has to be a lesson here. A path for me to be of service. Because it is either that, or I…
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I’m back. Watch out later.
For Me. Being back. Later on. Obviously. But until then. Enjoy this cute pic of my niece. Rocking it out. Aunty Lissa style. End of pointless post.
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