Wonders will never cease

OK. I have joined the workout world. Yes it is true, to all those of you who know me well and are right at this moment judging me harshly. This year seems to be one of growth and change for me in many ways. I decided that I need to do another something for myself, even if I really hate it, I know I have to do it. (I HATE BEING EVOLVED AND GROWN UP) So I joined Curves. Colleagues of mine poo pooed me saying it was for OLD women. HEELLOOOO!!!!!!! I am 42, and love being around mature and interesting people (espesh when they are wrinklier and fatter and droopier and cellulitier than me).

Anyway, I am popping in after school, pumping away and quite loving it. I feel better (if achy and sore is better) and have more energy and a bit more focus than usual. I am not quite pole bunny yet, but am quite proud of myself for trying.
To all my dear friends and blogaliscious buddies, happy easter and may the rest of your year reflect renewal and abundance.

'I slept and dreamed that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.'

Adventure contraption #2

Yep, this is the second instalment in the new big blue contraption/ adventure vehicle (thanks National Australia Bank....). Houses adventure boy, adventure girl and adventure water sport contraption (kayak). Teenage son (sloth boy) also sits in the back measuring the adventure by how many movies he can watch during the trip. We will be off-roading so watch out!!!

My Place

Paddo. Brisvegas. A grungy little bohemian suburb quite near to the city but still quiet and leafy and noice. We love living here. There's the cafs and the bars and the really overpriced designer fashion shops and delis. There's the junkies and the uni students and the tennis playing mercedes driving trophy wives. Always an interesting mix. There's the milliondollar price tag homes and the derelict workers cottages side by side. It's hilly and palm tree laden. We have scrub turkeys, pythons, possums, bats, blue tongue lizards and gekkos everywhere. It is our little piece of heaven in the city.

The Pity Party Part of Me

Well I had to admit it sometime. I like to feel sorry for myself. It is a really comforting feeling to feel sad for yourself (especially when nobody else does!). Occasionally (and I have to admit, more infrequently now) I take some time for myself to be really utterly miserable. I need it. In my case misery does not love company, but loves to be completely alone and completely desperately depressed. Misery loves to eat, cry and eat some more. The more tissues I can get through the better. Usually I go through my 'basket case'. This basket is filled with things that make me miserable, such as all Riley's treasured possessions, photo albums, toys and letters sent to me after his death. I find them excruciatingly sad and bask in the melancholy feelings. I put on my saddest films, like Beaches, Steel Magnolias and Fried Green Tomatoes. I listen to all the music from my son's Funeral and eat chips and lolly snakes and ice-cream. Sometimes I smoke half a packet of cigarettes. It is miserable bliss. It keeps me 'normal' for a little while longer, gets all the disgusting thoughts about myself out until the next time. MMMMmm, something to look forward to you think!!

A little bit stressed

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. OK.. I feel stressed. I have been working really long hours, and knocking myself out to do what I think is an ok mediocre job. GOD teaching is so hard...it is never finished and never good enough for anyone!!!!!. This is the first time in a long time that I have let myself get sucked in to the absolute rubbish of super teacher. Unfortunately my school is full of them, and I will never be like them, so right now, starting today I say LET IT GO....somewhere off into oblivion my stress and angst about being a perfect teacher has been let free and materialised into nothingness. I say goodbye to that sucky part of myself that hates mediocre. Mediocre is great. I love mediocre. Long live mediocre....

25 things you don't know about me

1. I would have liked to have had lots and lots of children.

2. I like clean, fresh, cotton sheets, just off the line and straight on the bed.

3. I love to sleep in, but rarely ever do.

4. I would have liked to have been something quite shallow, like an artist, cafe owner, interior designer if I wasn't a teacher.

5. I have a book floating around in my head, which one day I will get some uninterrupted time to write.

6. I am very lazy, hate exercise, bicycle shorts and detest gymnasiums.

7. I have hundreds of books that I have only read half (or less) of.

8. I love nothing better than people watching. I can do it for hours.

9. I have never had a manicure or a pedicure, I don't understand nail polish at all.

10. I have a very short attention span and get bored easily.

11. I hate wearing bras. Any chance I get, it's off and thrown down in disgust.

12. I secretly love kiddie foods like macaroni cheese, finger buns, fairy bread, jelly, cookies with smiley faces on them, kinder eggs.....

13. I hate cold weather. Frost, snow, ice, sleet and fog are all the weather of the devil . He also invented scarfs, beanies, winter coats, thermal underwear and gloves; how hideous and impractical are these things??!!...

14. I love comfortable shoes, when I die I will be cremated in my birkenstocks.

15. I like nothing more than spending the whole day in my pyjamas. I can't remember the last time this actually happened, and as I write this I vowe to make it soon.

16. If I can't spend the whole day in my pj's, then I love to spend it in my togs and a sarong.

17. I like doing housework, even cleaning toilets gives me satisfaction. I love the feeling I get when the whole house is clean.

18. The only thing I like about winter is flanellette.....aaahhh flannellette is God's own gorgouesness. Flanno pyjamas and flanno sheets. Heaven.

19. I hate putting clean washing away. I like to wash, hang, fold and sort, but would prefer to have mountains of clean washing than actually get it put away.

20. I secretly dream of walk-in wardrobes and pantries.

21. I love stationery, paper, pens, pencils anything gorgeous that makes writing and organising fun.

22. My left eye is smaller than my right eye.

23. My left foot is bigger than my right foot. (balances out my eyes!)

24. People with bad grammar and elecution annoy me.

25. I swear a lot. I swear too much.

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floods, fires and feeling sorry for one's self

To all those who read my winges and whines in the last post, let's just remember that life can be pretty tragic for some and my mojo doesn't even factor into it. In Australia we have had some devastating bush fires, well firestorms really, that have wiped out whole communities and caused a lot of emotional turmoil. The stories are too horrific and many people down south have suffered unspeakable terror. I am still getting my head around all this pain and suffering. Up north we have some floods that have caused alot of damage and taken possessions and lives with them. I get to sleep in my soft bed, shop in my local supermarket, cuddle my husband and son, and not have to worry about starting my life all over again.....and when teaching my lovelies, I don't have to take my baby on my back!! What a cutie he is!!!

P.S click on the firestorm picture to see it in more focus, it is humbling.....we really are a speck on humanity aren't we?