About midday on Thursday (Australia Day, and a public holiday for most), C came down with a terrible virus. He had the shakes, a high fever, and eventually got the runs. He was barely able to stay awake, and lost his entire appetite. Within 24hrs he had dropped 5kg. I immediately kicked into the “caring girlfriend” routine and fussed over him, waking him periodically to take his medication and to make him drink fluids to keep him hydrated. When I wasn’t there, one of our housemates, Joe, stepped in to keep an eye on him.

Needless to say, I cancelled my plans of going away with some friends camping to stay home and look after C instead. I also had to cancel C’s weekend on the Gold Coast for a birthday party, tell some friends not to come over on Friday night, and tell his boss he wouldn’t be in on Saturday morning.

Today was incredibly low key. I woke around 10.30am (after finally going to sleep at 2am, too caught up researching the upcoming Thailand trip) and lazed around the house in my pyjamas. Mum stopped past quickly at midday, then I showered and changed. A few hours were spent as a domestic goddess, washing clothes, weeding and general housework, then I retired to the couch. Where I now sit.

I was also meant to go to Laser Force this afternoon with some friends, but unfortunately the place was closed when they arrived so it got postponed until tomorrow night. I won’t be able to make it as I have netball, so bummer for me. I was also going to go to their house to watch the Australian Open Men’s Singles Final, but my lazy gene kicked in and I piked again.

I have managed to climb out of my indent in the couch to make some banana bread, my first time making it. Hopefully it turns out, I will be sure to post some photos! I also had grand plans of washing and straightening my hair tonight, but at this stage I think that’s out. Maybe tomorrow night after netball…

So I hope you all had a most exciting weekend! I’m happy to report C has improved to the point that he is sitting on the couch, and has stayed awake for most of today, but he is still barely eating anything and doesn’t stray far from the bathroom. Yet he is improving, and that’s fantastic to see.

Next weekend will be more high energy, I’m sure. Now just to start planning something!

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Oxley in 2011 after the devastating floods in January

Around this time last year my home state of Queensland got hit hard by mother nature. There were cyclones and widespread flooding, taking lives and causing immense damage. After the floods, thousands upon thousands of volunteers hit the streets to help with the cleanup. I was one of them, going to a friend’s place where water had reached over 1m high on the second story of his house. We spent two days salvaging what we could from his house, and cleaning anything that could be saved.

There are people still suffering from those floods today whether it’s rebuilding their houses or still mourning for those who never came back.

And now it’s raining again.

I know that I won’t be the only one who will be a little anxious by the fact that the land is already saturated from rain and there has been more forecast for at least another 5 days. I think they have predicted about 150mm; hopefully we are well equipped to handle it. Worst case scenario, I know the Australia spirit will be there yet again ready to lend a hand as soon as it comes time. We’re like little worker ants in that way, we just don’t ever give up.

But please, mother nature, give us a break this year?

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But it’s just the small things where I realize I have particular favorites:

It’s the loo cubicle that gets me. I don’t know what drew me to it. From what I can tell, it flushes the same way as others. It’s the same design as the others. Yet it’s the first one I head to, and if it’s occupied I do feel a little out of sorts.

Not enough to throw someone out of my cubicle of course

I could get poo on my hands.

Not my poo either.

Yuk.

Do you have anything in particular that you have a “favorite” of? That you immediately gravitate towards?

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So how did I spend my Sunday?

Right now I’m relaxing on the deck with a glass of wine while inside C makes some pork chops for dinner.

After a few months of stress, days like this just remind me how lucky I am.

I’m living the dream.

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We still have yet to organize all the stuff and put it all away, but at least the furniture is here now.

As you can tell its been a MASSIVE change for me in the last few days. Moving, arguments, and taking that next step with C. Way to finish 2011 with a bang!!

Time for me to shower and sleep so that I can get the rest of the stuff sorted out tomorrow! I will be sure to post some pics of my favorite parts of the new house once everything’s in order!!

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The Tenacious D set at the GC

It’s been an awesome weekend yet again. The weather has been off, but given the rest of the weekend I’m happy to let mother nature off this time. So far this weekend I have:

• Attended a Brisbane Roar match (which we unfortunately lost 2-1)
• Saw Tenacious D and Foo Fighters in concert
• Attended said concert with C, our first time at a music event together
• Had a great big sleep in, followed by home cooked eggs benedict

Today has pretty much been chilling out in front of the TV listening to the rain outside. I’m so relaxed, which is excellent. Work is so crazy, and I don’t have any spare time to stuff around. That explains the lack of tweeting during the day; for those who follow me on twitter, do you miss me? re: the lack of posts, by the time I get home at night I’m so shattered I just switch my brain off and zone out.

It’s the lead up to Christmas time too, which mean I’m due to write the family newsletter. Better get cracking on that. I’ve also only got three weeks to get the rest of the 52 in 52 challenges done, and at this point I’m not expecting to finish them. Ah well, $5 for each unfinished item go to charity, so at least it’s not all bad news!

Does anyone else feel like the end of the year is approaching too fast?

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Today I’m planning on doing some much needed chores along the lines of dusting, vacuuming, mopping, picking up after the dogs, scrubbing the shower etc. You know, the FUN stuff. Followed by the Brisbane Roar football game this afternoon, in which I hope we manage to win (or draw, tho I’d prefer a win) so that we equal the Australian record for most games undefeated for of any sporting code. That would be awesome, and the exposure for the A-League would be phenomenal.

Tomorrow I’m planning on an early morning to go and climb Mt Coolum again, which I haven’t done in a long time. C is interested too, and given the weather lately we”re hoping to get up & down before it becomes insanely hot. Following that I’d like to go see a friend’s photography exhibition. The afternoon will be more chilling out and reading books so I can try to meet my 52 in 52 requirement. Let’s see how that goes (I’m currently reading the Steve Jobs autobiography, and really enjoying it).

What have you got planned for the weekend?

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Photo credit: Katerha

Yesterday afternoon I drafted a blog post about how unhappy I was at the moment, and yet unable to put my finger on what it was that was making me upset. I didn’t manage to proof read it before heading over to a friend’s place, so I marked it as a draft and left it at that.

I deleted it. Today I’m writing about how happy I am.

For 2 days I couldn’t put my finger on what it was that was making me unhappy. To be honest, I’m still not entirely sure what it was. Yet I am now in a much better place, radiating happiness. I have C to thank for that.

Last night he made me talk about everything in my life until I was quite nearly brought to tears (two squeezed out, the slippery little suckers). We talked about anything and everything, and every time I thought of something worrying me I forced myself to talk about it. He discussed it with me, analysed it with me, and at the very least said the words that dropped the weight off my shoulders.

I have never had that kind of support before.

I have never felt so full of love for another human being before.

Tonight I sit here knowing that I have someone willing to go into battle with me, who will stand by my side no matter what I have to confront. He said such beautiful words to me, things like “you don’t have to face this alone”.

Every time I reflect on this year (I seriously can’t wait to write my summary at the end of December) I realise just how much my life has changed from last year, and I am so grateful. I have lifetime friends that I would do anything for and vice versa, I have made new friends and built confidence, I have a new job that will help me get where I need to be financially, and most importantly, I have my C.

As a new day dawns, I know that I am blessed. What a difference 24 hours makes.

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Well that’s done. Over 10 years worth of memories reduced to a memory. Nothing physically remains anymore.

A few days ago I discussed the fact that I was preparing to burn over 10 years worth of memories in a post I titled “Dumping Memory Lane“. I took photos of the cooler stuff that I found (see the picture of the dragon in my post, that drawing was absolutely incredible) which I plan on uploading to facebook later.

The main item you can see in the picture above was a card made for me by my ex for our 2 year anniversary. I was 17 years old at the time, and he made the card for me out of a pizza box, aluminum foil and red cardboard. There were love hearts on the front, a “happy anniversary” note, and inside a long love letter combined with a photo of us together. During our entire 11 years of dating, this was the one thing that I always cherished. To see it burn was an amazing feeling that can only be summed up in one way:

I felt free.

We split up back in January, and the fact that I was still holding onto it speaks volumes to me. Sure I’ve moved on mentally (in fact, I’m the happiest I have ever been and I’m dating an incredible guy who I am absolutely smitten with) but I still carried this card around. It was still sitting there at the top of my cupboard, staring at me whenever I needed to get into one of my storage boxes. It needed to go.

I’m free now. That card and the rest of the burn pile are now a distant memory, and I can focus on making new memories with my new guy. The past is the past, and I have my entire future ahead of me.

I’m free.

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It’s my last week in my current job before taking up my new job, which means that it’s going to be absolutely crazy trying to document as much as I can for everyone before I leave. It actually hasn’t hit me yet that I’m leaving this place, and I’m not sure when it’s going to kick in. Probably not until I’m actually on my way to the new office for my first day at work! It’s been quite interesting for me to reflect on everything I do here, and wonder exactly how they’re going to cope. There’s a lot of knowledge in my head, and I don’t think they know quite I’m going to be taking with me. So far I haven’t heard from the bosses with regards to a replacement, so I don’t expect I’m going to be training anyone new this week. I’ve offered to help out after I’ve left though, so if they want me to train someone up after that I will mention I’ll fly down for the weekend as a contractor. I wonder how that will go down.

Tonight I’m heading to C’s place for a home-cooked 3 course meal. I’m still not entirely sure what I did to deserve that, so I’ll just have to assume that he’s amazing and just wants to spoil me.  I even received a text message with the meal outline and the accompanying wines – woo fancy! I hope I don’t have to wear a dress.

Tomorrow night I’m off to Noosa to show some business owners how to use twitter. This is a new thing for me, and it only came about because C and I were there having dinner last week and got to chatting with the owners. Eventually social media came up, and C pointed out I’m pretty obsessed with twitter (it’s true). I began explaining to them what it was all about, and that they should really get their business on there. They’ve asked us to come back to show them how to do it, and in exchange C is getting a baked cake from them. The reason for the cake is he was nearly orgasming over how good the cakes were that we had for dessert there. They were pretty incredible though.

In the foreground is a sticky date pudding, the cake at the back is a sour berry cake (C's favourite)

Wednesday night is the usual SCTUB trivia night at the Pig & Whistle, Thursday night I’ll be going to cheer on my netball team before doing some shopping for work clothes for next week, and Friday night I’ll be having an amazing degustation dinner with my father, sister, her girlfriend and C. Saturday night will be the most amazing halloween party ever (I’ll be spending most of the day setting up), and Sunday I will finally be recovering (although by “recovering” I mean “cleaning up the house after the most amazing halloween party ever”).

Looks like I still haven’t learned to sit still.

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• Indecisiveness
• Awkwardness
• Mumbling

When I feel awkward I talk softly and mumble, so then C has to ask me to repeat myself which results in my feeling even more stupid and awkward. It happens a lot in his house, especially when his housemates are around. I don’t know what’s up with that?

I also sometimes feel like I lack the brainpower to resolve a simple situation at all. For example, C’s house is like a fortress – you need a key to get out the front gate, or if you choose to go via the garage you have to press the button on the remote controlled garage to open the doors, then press it again and run out before it closes on you. The only problem is that when there are cars parked in the garage, unless you’re a giant (like C) there’s no chance you can reach the buttons on the unit on the roof (if you have a remote there’s obviously no issue). This morning I went downstairs, tried to reach the unit, failed, went back upstairs where C was getting ready for work and asked him to let me out of the house. He walked downstairs, proceeded to show me that his car was unlocked and that I could have just grabbed his remote from in there and used that to open the garage. I felt like a complete dick. A stupid, helpless airhead. What the f? I know I’m better than that! Why the heck do I get so awkward and embarrassed over something so trivial? Why do I sometimes feel like I lack a brain when I’m around him?

All of this is frustrating me. I need to cut this s**t out. Toughen up princess!

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1. Attended a housewarming party and got the most drunk I’ve been in a long time
2. Had a great time at the housewarming party
3. Been the most hungover I’ve been in a long time
4. Went to Sydney
5. Attended the NRL grand final
6. Had a great time in Sydney with C and two of my best mates
7. Came home
8. Saw Foot Loose at the movies
9. Completed another 52 in 52

Needless to say I have a LOT to blog about! Stay tuned for tons of posts!

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I imagine that one of these full would be insanely heavy

I learned a lot in those 2 hours, particularly that collecting money for the lifesavers (or anyone for that matter) is hard work. Here’s why:

1. Some people will avoid eye contact with you at all costs, even if it means they almost walk into a pole (laughing at them is permitted in my opinion)
2. Some people will provide the most lamest of excuses on why they can’t donate to you (“It’s a cashless society nowadays, what’s this coin business?” If only we had direct debit forms available huh? Bet you still wouldn’t donate)
3. It gets incredibly boring (I couldn’t remember enough song lyrics to keep myself entertained)
4. Standing up for 2 hours can hurt after a while
5. Friends may come past to jeer at you, even if they donate money, and take photos of you while you try resist swearing at them and giving them the finger

Ahem...thanks for the picture Dan.

After 5 minutes of doing the collecting I wanted to kill myself. Not literally, that would be pretty dramatic (no one tell me to call beyondblue thanks). The first few people I dealt with either ignored me or gave me a bad excuse. I felt incredibly lonely, stuck out like a sore thumb and was bored.

By the end of the shift it actually wasn’t that bad. I had met some pretty cool people, including one elderly lady who after emptying the contents of her coin purse into my tin proceeded to sit on the nearby chair and berate the people that didn’t donate. I also had a lot of compliments from people thanking me for volunteering my time, and for the wonderful job the lifesavers do. Amen to that, there are some incredible lifesavers out there and they all do it on their own time.

I know my club needs all the money they can get, so I daresay I’ll put my hand up for doing this again. Every little bit we can get counts. Besides, if it wasn’t for my club I wouldn’t spend hours at the beach and experience beautiful days like this:

Admit it, that's a beautiful view

 So the next time you see a volunteer trying to collect some money, remember this:

We don’t want your lies, and we don’t want any bullshit. If you can’t spare the money that’s fine, we don’t expect anything, but we appreciate everything. Even a smile helps, and makes us feel a lot better. It’s hard getting turned down time after time.

To all the people that have donated in the past or will donate the future, thank you. To the people that can only offer us a smile, thank you. To the people that ignore us, or make us feel like scabs, screw you. Just remember who it is that might have to come to the aid of your friends, family, or even yourself. The person who rescues you doesn’t ask for anything back, so treat us with some respect. You never know when you might need us.

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One quick note – although I have not always been a Broncos supporter myself, I do think that Darren Lockyer is incredible (he WAS my beloved Maroons captain after all) and I think he still leaves the game as a legend in history. I’m proud to have witnessed him play in his final state of origin, and I wish I could have seen him play in his last grand final.

But back to my night last night.

After the game finished, and we were well on our way to drunksville, we decided to start searching on youtube for random keywords to see what videos we would come across. It was interesting to say in the least! We watched videos of things like a woman accidentally leaving poo on the counter of her one night stand, some guy calling himself Swift Karate Chop (seriously wtf is with him), and a boring blowtorch experiment (I can’t even find the video today, hopefully it got taken down after sending too many people to sleep).

Eventually we got tired and went to bed.

My present to myself this morning was one big-ass headache. Looks like someone forgot to have any water yesterday!

In typical Kelly form, I didn’t let myself just lay down and sit it out. Instead, I got up and went to the local swimming pool at the ungodly hour of 7.30am (it is a Saturday after all). I had committed to another friend I would go down for some laps since we didn’t have training this morning. When I got there I was a bit wobbly and didn’t feel too good, but the water felt amazing once I jumped in. I felt revived, and managed to get through about 600m worth of laps (with breaks in between to have a chat). Next swim though I want to do more than that with less breaks, I know I can do more easily, but being hungover just made it a bit harder this morning. I should have stayed in the pool too, because as soon as I got out I instantly felt hung over again. Bugger

As soon as I got home I made myself some breakfast, ate it, then promptly passed out in bed for a few hours of beautiful, beautiful sleep. Now I find myself in front of the computer blogging my story, and not exactly sure what I’m going to do with myself this afternoon. I think I might crash out in front of the telly for an hour or so, and maybe take Missy down to the beach. I should probably wash my car at some point, it’s pretty dirty.

Being lazy….wine does this.

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Back then I thought it was just all a bit of a bonus for her. It meant that I would do the spring cleaning so that she wouldn’t have to. The list usually had one particular section of the kitchen that needed to be cleaned and sorted, or a particular appliance – fridge, oven etc. The task I quickly grew to hate was when it became time to sort the tupperware drawer. I perfected the art of swearing when it came time to find lids for all the various pieces of tupperware, because you just know that would be the one single piece that she would need to use next and if there was no lid then all hell would break loose.

Today, I had an epiphany.

Yes, the woman had her own selfish gains to making me do all the housework but she was also training me up for adulthood. Today I found myself on holidays doing the exact same thing – cleaning out the pantry at home.

By all accounts it certainly needed it. We had random types of food everywhere, multiple items of the same thing open, and spills everywhere. It wasn’t pretty. It also reminded me of my grandma’s cupboard when I found food that was 6+ months out of date. Ew.

2 hours later the shelves are now sparkling and there are designated sections for pasta, rice, cans, fruits, spices etc. I can actually find the soy sauce. I also found that we have 5 boxes of cling wrap. Overkill much?

Being an adult can be so boring sometimes. I love it.

I’m still not in any rush to have any kids, but when I do, and they’re old enough I’ll be sure to pass my mum’s little secret down. First they’ll need to learn how to get me a drink though. Priorities!

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Friends and family have been telling me for a long time that I do too much, but I never saw it. From my point of view, if I had time to sit around doing nothing then I may as well do something productive. I didn’t see the downside to it all, and it finally took a few teary phone calls and feeling completely overwhelmed before I admitted that I did too much.

Sort of.

Even now when I write this post I see myself as a failure. This is what I have been juggling recently:

• A full time job
• Part time university (only one module per term, so a recommended amount of 12 hours per week, I was doing less than that)
• Netball once a week
• Triathlon training once a week on Saturday mornings
• Running training in preparation for City 2 Surf and Bridge 2 Brisbane (which my training fell behind and I was barely running at some points)
• A new relationship
• Financial related stress (caused by my living life a bit too extravagently)

I still feel like I let myself down by not being able to do it all. Do I have a problem?

The way I see it, if I can be organised I shouldn’t have had a problem. However I wasn’t, which meant that I started to fall behind in my study, I pushed my budget to the extreme, and I caused stress and worries to pile up. Something had to give.

In the end, I made the decision to postpone my study for 6 months (I’ll repeat my chemistry module next year) since it’s a long term goal rather than a short term one. That meant that I didn’t have to go to Rockhampton this weekend for res school, a term for 4 days of extremely hard work, assessments and a lot of brain fatigue. It also meant I didn’t have to pay for accommodation or travel, which freed up some money in my budget. Most importantly, it meant there were no deadlines for the next few months. As soon as I said aloud “fuck it, I’m giving up study for 6 months” I felt a tremendous weight lift off my chest, and I felt like I could breathe again.

Yet I still feel like I have failed, and when I finally stop moving I feel like I need to be doing something. My entire life is about striving towards particular goals. I have a 52 in 52 list, a New Year’s Resolution list, I want to apply to the police service in the next few weeks and I’m working towards obtaining a Bachelor of Science degree. I also want to spend quality time with friends and family, and have an active social life. I can see that that’s a lot to hang over one person’s head, but I still can’t see why I couldn’t prove it could be done.

How can I learn to just let myself sit still once in a while?

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Speaking of my training, I ended up deciding not to document my triathlon progress simply because I just don’t have the time. I’ve struggled this year to keep up-to-date with my Project 365 task (a photo a day), so to find the time to sit down and video myself discussing my training every week? Not going to happen. On the training front though I’m doing Saturday sessions with a personal trainer, and I finally got my mountain bike out and pumped up the tyres. I went for a ride early this week from C’s place with the aim of riding to work, but after cycling around for 20mins and not finding the underpass to get under the motorway I gave up, turned around and rode home. It turned out that if I had gone about 50m further I would have found it – d’oh! This coming week I’m aiming to ride to work at least once, but it’s a short work week for me given that I will be flying to Rockhampton on Thursday to go to uni.

Speaking of uni, I have just finished watching another lecture – snore! Earlier I noted how beautiful it was outside; and now I’m currently wasting the day by sitting inside studying. Wasting probably isn’t the right word when it comes to education, but I would much prefer to be outside down the beach, or at least somewhere outdoors. Yet I have a few more items to get done before my assignment is finished and ready to be posted off in two days time, and I have some more things to get done before I go to Rockhampton, so spending some time inside is definitely required. One of those items includes finishing some exercises on a CD we got posted at the start of the term, and unfortunately for me that CD is currently stuck inside my computer that decided to die. I have to pull out the power box from the PC and get a new one – I think that’s whats wrong with it, but given that my actual knowledge of the internals of a computer is severely limited, I may be wrong. Who knows, I guess I’ll find out when I spend money buying a part it doesn’t need. Let’s just hope it’s not the motherboard.

On an unrelated note, C just moved into a new house yesterday and it’s fantastic. It’s a big 5 bedroom place with a 3-car garage, and only a 5min walk from the beach. Win! It also has a spa bath in it, which I’ll be asking nicely if I can use one day, it looks incredible. He’s absolutely over the moon to be in the new place and with some new housemates, and is doing the final moving touches today. I offered to help, but he told me to rest up (since I will be getting up at 3.30am tomorrow to drive to Brisbane for a 10km run). From the sounds of it there’s not much left to go, and I’m hoping he’s not overdoing it since he managed to hurt his sore shoulder again, naughty C. Thankfully his next physio appointment is on Tuesday so he’ll get some more movement out of it again soon.

So how is your Saturday travelling? Having a day in like me or did you get out and about?

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Deadlines:

In 6 days I have my next uni assignment due and I haven’t started it yet. I’m going to start it tonight.

In 9 days I will be flying to Rockhampton to stay on-site at uni for 4 days for residential school, where each day we attend lab class and do some cool experiments. Except that in preparation for res school I need to have done my pre-prac assessments and read up on each of the experiments we’ll be doing. This will be started as soon as my assignment has been completed, and thankfully I had the foresight to take the day off before I head north, so I can spend all day preparing then as well.

My Project 365 updates are months behind, but uni takes priority at the moment so as soon as that’s all taken care of I’ll get back to doing more of those again.

My 52-in-52 project also has several updates owing. I need to tell you all about the cool things I’ve been doing, like visiting a winery, going to comedy club, reading a book in a park etc. I’ve been busy definitely, and have loads to share!

Weight:

I just saw a photo of myself with some of the Brisbane Roar players when they released the new uniforms, and was horrified. My face looks puffy, and it’s clear that I’ve been putting fat on while losing my muscle tone. Not happy, and need to fix that immediately! Time to fix up my bad eating habits yet again! P.S. I LOVE the new Brisbane Roar uniforms.

Theo, myself, Danielle & Roary

Lack of fitness:

I’ve been playing netball again, and I do personal training sessions on Saturday mornings so it’s not that bad really, but I’m not happy. I should be running every day, and if I really want to have some good results in the triathlon I’m planning on doing in November I need to get cracking. Thus this week I’m going to resume riding my bike to/from work as well as aiming to run 3 times a week (I’d like to do more but I’m going to give myself a little bit of a space so I can have a day off if needed) and I’m also getting back into the swimming starting one day a week. The lifesaving season starts back again in a fortnight too, so I need to make sure I’m in tip-top shape for that (this year I’m the First Aid officer for our group too, so I need to go back and revise everything I learned there so that no one dies on the beach because of me).

Call it winter fat, call it general laziness, but whatever it is I don’t like it. The motivation to succeed and the fire in my belly is back. Time to win!

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AGE: 27 for another 5 months, but mentally I feel like I’m younger (a combination of immaturity as well as feeling like there is still so much left for me to learn).

BED SIZE: Double, which is more than enough for me, and I find I tend to sleep on one side anyway. Although I haven’t been sleeping in MY bed very much lately *wink*

CHORE THAT I HATE: Dusting…it’s always long overdue when I finally get to it, not good.

DOGS: My little Missy, my 2 year old mischievious pup!! I still consider my old dog Turbo as mine, even though he’s now living with my ex-boyfriend’s mother. He’ll always be mine though, and I miss him dearly. Here’s a photo of the two of them when Missy was still little (she’s taller than Turbo now)

'naawwww...I love my puppies

ESSENTIAL START TO MY DAY: Waking up (duh). As sad as it may seem, I usually check my phone after waking because it’s my alarm clock, and there’s usually some notifications on there I have to clear.

FAVOURITE COLOUR: Blue, and if I had to choose a particular shade it would be that beautiful crystal blue. Like the blue you get in the sky on an amazing clear day on the Sunshine Coast (so lucky to live here).

GOLD OR SILVER: Silver or white gold. My skin just doesn’t go with regular gold at all, it looks terrible.

HEIGHT: 175cm, which I used to think was on the taller side, and then I met C. At 6ft 8 he towers over me and makes me feel tiny, which is actually pretty awesome. I have promised him that I’ll get good at wearing some super high heels though so when it comes time to dress up he doesn’t feel quite so big.

INSTRUMENTS I PLAY: No one plays the triangle like me, and I’m pretty sure I could rival Will Ferrell’s cowbell. I also dabble a little bit with the guitar, though I’m determined to learn it properly one day. At this stage I can play a little bit for various songs on there.

JOB TITLE: Client services? Customer support? Jack of all traders? Shit kicker? Take your pick.

KIDS: None, THANK GOD. Having a dog is enough for me, and I certainly don’t intend on spitting anything out from between my legs anytime soon.

LIVE: Currently on the Sunshine Coast, though because of career aspirations this could be anywhere in Queensland in the near future.

MOTHERS NAME: Lynne, aka Mum.

NICKNAMES: Typically Kel, but it can range from Kelsbells, Kellybeans, Kelly Smelly or even Smell. As a kid I LOVED having a name that rhymed with bad words, THANKS PARENTS!

OVERNIGHT HOSPITAL STAYS: Ok lets see….when I was little for a fractured wrist where I did a super awesome job and my bone almost burst out from the skin, and also a few years ago when I had a knee reconstruction.

PET PEEVES: Trying to think of something that really drives me insane, but I’m struggling. I cringe when I hear the word “moist”, which my friends tend to use to their advantage and stir me about. I hate people touching my feet cause they’re ugly…umm…..I hate it when people lie? I don’t know really.

QUOTE FROM A MOVIE: I don’t generally quote movies. How about…..”Bueller? Bueller? Bueller?”

RIGHT OR LEFT HANDED: Left, which amazingly still shocks people. The only catch is that that I only write with my left hand, for everything else, including sports, my right side is my dominant side. I couldn’t make up my mind as a kid obviously (who am I kidding, I’m still indecisive about everything as an adult)

SIBLINGS: In total, ones that I actually count as family: one. In total, ones that due to blood and genetics that are classed as my siblings, two (for those playing along at home this means that one of my “siblings” has been disowned by me).

TIME I WAKE UP: Varies depending on whether it’s a weekend or not, but during the week I try to be awake by 7 – 7.30. I’ve let my running habit slacken a bit, but when summer comes I’ll be getting up a lot earlier so that I’ve gotten my run out of the way before it gets too hot.

UNDERWEAR: I love, love, love my Bonds undies. I have about 4 pairs of undies in the same black style, but they’re awesome. I also have them in grey. I should go and buy some more come to think of it. You can never have too many bonds undies.

VEGETABLE I HATE:  I hate zucchini, but recently discovered it was in one of my favourite salads at a local restaurant. Other than that, you’ll be hard pressed to get me to eat it.

WHAT MAKES ME RUN LATE: My supreme procrastination abilities. If I could be a superhero, I’d be Captain Procrastination. “SAVE ME CAPTAIN PROCRASTINATION!” “Meh, I’ll do it tomorrow”. I daresay I wouldn’t be a “hero” for very long.

X-RAYS I’VE HAD: Oh boy, let’s see. Wrist, spine, ankles numerous times, my shin (spiral fracture that I’d been walking on for nearly a week, I’m so tough). I’m surprised the radiation hasn’t affected me more. Or maybe it has, and I just think I’m normal. Actually, that would explain a lot.

YUMMY FOOD THAT I MAKE: To be honest, if I’ve cooked something and it’s edible that’s a win for me. It’s going to be a long time before I can ever say I’ve made something “yummy”.

ZOO ANIMAL: Is it sad that I had to look up a local Zoo’s website just so that I could decide? All the animals I could think of I decided weren’t appropriate. After some considerable research I decided I would be a Ring-tailed Lemur. They’re cheeky, and the women are the bosses!

Maybe I should do my makeup similar to this

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Hmm...

I am incredibly happy.

Why can’t my chemistry assignment write itself?

These next few months I’m going to have to really learn to settle down and not do so much.

I’ve been drinking too much lately. I need to cut it out, or it doesn’t bode well for my triathlon. Drinking makes you lose your fitness so much faster, and I can’t afford to waste time.

Oh yeah, I’ve started training for a triathlon – scary.

I eat way too much sugary and processed foods. This morning I went cold turkey with no sweets and no sugar getting added to my coffee.

I wonder when the headache is going to hit.

I wonder when the cravings are going to hit.

Mmm…chocolate.

My chemistry assignment still hasn’t been written….surely it will start writing itself soon.

It’s worth taking the risk to put yourself out there, sometimes it pays off.

Someone very close to me is very happy at the moment, which makes me happy. Stoked for you!

I need to do a beep test so I can apply for the police service.

Oh yeah, chemistry assignment. Shit.

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