Vet School

I just came home from taking dad to the hospital - more on that later - and there's an envelope addressed to me from the vet school. It's not particularly thick. I'm too afraid to open it.


I'm going to sit outside, have a fag and to calm down, and eyeball is fearfully until the suspense is too much.

I have everything possible crossed, and you should, too.

..10..or 11?

Today was another great day. I made the long trek home to my mums, and enjoyed a day giggling and chatting and trying not to melt in the 34 degree heat. As soon as I got home - my (black and therefore extremely hot) air con in the car is not working, and I was fried - I threw myself into the pool, which was heaven. How on earth did I live without that in previous Summers? After checking the horses were OK - and feeding them about a kilo if carrots each - Cam and I cooked ourselves some more on the balcony at the pub, then took the dogs for another beautiful beach walk and watched another majestic sunset. Looking forward to dinner with some of my favorite people, at one of my favorite places tonight. It's made for Summer, and overlooks the sea and boat berths, and is completely gorgeous. I plan on taking lots of photos!

Speaking of, I got my race day pics put on a CD today (I lost my camera connection in the move...sigh) and just uploaded them. As my computer's being completely uncooperative in the heat, I'll have to stick them on here after I take my dad to his hip replacement surgery (not quite sure how I feel about him going in for major surgery; more on that tomorrow, perhaps), but for now, my favorite:

It's too hot to recall dates.

I am officially about to catch fire. I've come back from a gorgeous sunset walk and swim down the beach (still packed with hundreds of tourists, and I'm used to having it all to myself. Imposters!) with the dogs, and the air con's yet to be freezing enough for my liking. It's been another hard day - spending the morning at the local market, picking up ridiculously cheap plants and snuffling through trash (no treasure). Cam and I very nearly came home with an axolotle, but refrained. After a tough morning relaxing in the pool, we ventured the the shops and as a result, spend a tough afternoon relaxing in the pool on inflatable lilos. And sipping cocktails whilst reading a Cathy Kelly novel. Very tough.

I actually had a whole plan of brilliance I was going to type out tonight, but instead - this meme I stole from the lovely Andie at Sweet. Southern. Spirited.

1.Where is your cell phone: Potentially on my bed under a large pile of clothes. I tend to misplace it on weekends, once I've had a long chat with Mum, have Cam only inches away and know Sarah is A-Ok.

2.Your hair: is how it was when I left the beach, wavy and tousled - el naturale, a freaky occurrence for me.

3.Your mother: One of my favorite people, and best friends. She's brave, and strong, and funny, and has the best imagination of any one I know; something I'm discovering isn't a given in everyone.

4.Your father: Is a mystery to me. I don't really know him, and now he's getting older and having medical problems, my anger towards him seems to be melting into sympathy. It scares me a little.

5.Your favorite food: Cheese, smothered in potatoes, or vice versa. I'm also in love with tandoori chicken salad, and anything from TGI's.

6.Your dream from last night: I wouldn't suggest I had any - I had the worst nights sleep I can ever recall, all thanks to my horrible hayfever.

7.Your favorite drink: Currently, the incredibly wonderful fresh mango daquiris I make. And vanilla infused Rooibos tea. It always calms me down.

8.Your dream/goal: To be happy, and learn to know what it takes to make that happen. Also, to show jump my horses next year.

9.What room are you in: The study.

10.What is your hobby: Riding, reading, writing.

11.What is your fear: Death.

12.Where do you want to be in 6 years: See 8, but add 'really, really well' to the last bit.

13.Where were you last night: At Cam's sisters house, enjoying a BBQ, the balmy evening, and a bottle of Moet & Chandon.

14.Something you are not:

15.Muffins: There appears to be one hanging over the only pair of jeans I fit in. It makes me sad.

16.Wish list items: The Will & Grace complete box set, longer hair, all manner of pretty and expensive things for my ponies, and a credit card lovingly bestowed on me for all the other things I'll think of later.

17.Where did you grow up: A small coastal town, hiding from my daddy.

18.Last thing you did: Asked Cam for a response to 'What am I not?'

19.What are you wearing: A brown, loose 'tent' dress befitting the stinking hot temperature in the study. It's the perfect dress for the beach, fat days, and spilling things on oneself.

20.Your TV: Was a whooole lot bigger until we bought this big house, where it looks tiny against the wall.

21.Your pets: Are numerous, and the reason I get "Oh! You're Cam's girlfriend - the one with all those animals!" instead of "Oh! You're Cam's girlfriend - gosh, you're even sexier in person!"

22.Your friends: Are few, but fabulous.

23.Your life: Is currently completely, utterly, fantastically amazing, and I love where I am and where I (hope) it will take me.

24.Your mood: Content to the point of smug.

25.Missing someone: My Grandad. It's been a weird week of that.

26.Vehicle: When I don't pinch the MX5, I have my very own sexy beast of a car named Eli, who arrived home only recently. He's a handsome, black Jeep Wrangler, and I love him.

27.Something you're not wearing: Jewelry other than body piercings. I just got back from the beach.

28.Your favorite store: I like ANY store, but I must admit, Wittner Shoes and Myer for my Wayne Cooper fix are current faves.

29.Your favorite color: Right now, coral, tangerine and watermelon.

30.When's the last time you laughed: just before, reading the hilarious updates on Wedinator.

31.When's the last time you cried: Yesterday, when I had a major meltdown about my weight, and fitting in not a single article of my Summer clothes. Shallow, much?

32.Your best friend: My beautiful man (Cmac), my girl (Seah) and my mummy.

33.One place you go over and over: The long drive home. It's beautiful, but exhausting.

34.One person who emails me regularly: Should be in my list for #32, the lovely Beccy Boo.

35.Favorite place to eat: Brighton Sea baths. It's the place Cam and I had our first date, and it's nice being a snob for a night.

...right, time to lay in front of the aircon and raid the freezer for sorbet.

RRRR Robbie....

Anyone who knows me remotely well, will know of my deep, unnatural and consuming addiction to all things Robbie Williams. (The closest of the close will, unfortunately, understand this obsession stems from my unhealthy fascination with the British boy band, Take That. And yes, it's still going on strongly behind closed doors. My mother bought me their latest DVD yesterday, which evoked a rather loud attack of the squeals in the Audio section of Kmart...but I digress).

I have waited, and waited, and waited for his new album. For three. Whole. Years.

When I heard a teaser for the 2nd single to be released off the forthcoming album - You Know Me - I was simply gagging for more. I tried every possible outlet to get my sweaty mitts on it early - and no, I was not above illegal downloading, bribing the sales guy in Sanity, and scouring every corner of the internets I could. Alas, I couldn't get a version of good enough quality. Until yesterday, when the album, Reality Killed The Video Star, was released, and I made my way merrily to the nearest store I could. In a horrific twist of events, I'd left my wallet in Cameron's car, and had to wait until FOUR P.M to get said sweaty mitts on the CD.

Was the wait worth it? I'm not altogether sure. I've had it on practically non stop since Robbie came home with me last night, and all throughout this morning, but only one thing is for certain.

I am as in love with this song as I knew I would be. In. LOVE.




- Give it some time to load. Totes worth it.



... honestly, when the film clip is as fabulous as the man himself, who could not be head over heels?

Just wondering...

..it would be wrong to dress Altibo up in this during the Festive Season, wouldn't it?


Hmmm...I thought so.

Shame. That and some reindeer antlers, and I think he'd be adorable.

Five

I'm back from Oaks Day, and I'm a little worse for wear. I scarfed down some Alfredo and am ready for a good nights sleep (It's 8:56pm, as an indication of how ordinary I am feeling), but remembered Ah! I have to blog!

I have no ability to think for myself currently, so will share a pearl of wisdom from my new-found favorite show, Will & Grace. How had I never been addicted to this before? Damn sheltered childhood! This line in particular had me rolling around in hysterics (or would have, had the thought alone not sent me into convulsions of nausea)

"I know what guilt is. It's one of those touchy-feely words that people throw around that don't really mean anything. You know, like 'maternal' or 'addiction'.

Gold!

In other news, the dress I'd been long awaiting from eBay arrived yesterday, and was the size of a small tent. Seriously, I could take shelter under it in a storm - along with both dogs, a cat and a picnic hamper - and still not get damp. I didn't realize an American size 10 was so different to an Aussie 10 - le sigh. Still, I guess I could cut the arms off, edge it with something pretty and use it as a rug. No, but really. There's no way a US 10 can be that big. Damn eBay people!


OK, bed time. Tomorrow marks the end of my Spring Carnival, and the start of my quitting smoking, cutting back the drinks and jumping back on my healthy eating jaunt. Good job I went out with a bang today - although 10 scotches, a vodka Cruizer, a lot of wine and a vast array of snazzy hors d'ourves (..and (3) mini chocolate mousses and an adorable rosebud adorned cupcake...) was a little on the greedy side, even I'll admit. Still, I'm sure my churning stomach will abate, and the room will stop spinning eventually. Ah, Spring Carnival, how I'll miss you!

...4...

I really must learn to blog in the morning. By the time I get on here at night, my brain is mush and my body aching for bed, and all those amusing anecdotes I had prepared throughout the day seem to have wandered off somewhere.

I hauled my weary butt out of bed woke up early and rushed off for the farrier, who for once was early and waiting for me to bring the boys up. After having a few giggles with him, and admiring the horses lovely, freshly trimmed feet, I headed home for a few minutes before my play date with Cam's niece, Gracie. I offered to fill in for her Mum for an hour while she was at work, and Grace and I had a lovely walk around the park, chatting with the ducks (who happened to be seagulls, but I guess at a 18 months old that's a bit of a mouthful) and wearing her out playing on the slide. For having never so much as picked a child up (OK, there may have been once or twice) and having no idea how one keeps them alive and/or entertained, I do a fabulous job with G, even if I do say so myself. The fact her parents seem more than happy to continue to lend her to me buoys my confidence slightly. And, to be honest, she likes me a whole lot more than her old Uncle Frogga!
Sidenote: It worries me slightly skeezy workmen check me out just as much when I have a small infant attached to my hand/am merrily strolling along with her pram. Shudder.


Once I dropped the Spawn off in one piece, I met Cam at home and we drove on up to the city to hand in my Vet school application personally, and pick up my Members pass for the Oaks Day Extravaganza at the races tomorrow. I am super excited - and nervous in equal measure - as I wait to see if I get short listed for the course and will start the interview process. I can only imagine the personal, hand written reference from the head vet at Werribee Open Range Zoo and the fabulous note from the RSPCA (thanks, Seah!) will do wonders for my chances. Fingers crossed!

After we ran our errands, I took Cam to one of my favorite places to eat, and we proceeded to stuff ourselves silly and snuggle like teenagers in our booth. He didn't seem to believe me - having never been to the Asian capital of the city - what kind of horrific - yet deeply entertaining - goodies one can find in the shops, and after we practically wet ourselves laughing over the Mail Order Bride catalogues we made our way home, with a quick stop off to buy not one, but two, fabulous dresses for me to wear tomorrow. All I need to do now is decide which gorgeous ensemble to wear, and locate some equally darling accessories and shoes...but for now, it's time to walk my poor, neglected puppies, who have been telling me. quite plainly, they haven't had any attention today.

Day Three

...and I came very close to simply going to bed!

I got up super early and to my dismay, looked out at the grey cloudy skies and gale winds blowing in the trees - not exactly the weather I'd hoped for to wear a flimsy dress in! Luckily, it cleared up a little, and we spent the day rain-free. After winning one the two races I bet on, I was hoping a little more luck would go my way and I'd make myself a few nice thousands on the daily double, but alas. Shocking, in fact! (For anyone who didn't see the race, that was a witty pun re: the horse who won...ah, never mind!)

I came home early, and ended up staying up later than I wanted. I've got an early start tomorrow as the farrier's coming to trim up the boys feet, and of course, I've got to get the photos on CD from the last few race meets! (I can't find the cable to my camera, grr).

Ahhh, for a sleep in!

Day Two.

So, to day two. Today was one of those days I ticked off everything on my 'to-do list' yet basically got nothing done. I researched a lot of horse feed (how fascinating, I hear y'all say), made up my Christmas list (I don't need to ask for a pony any more! ... Vera Wang and Christian Louboutin make the top of the list this year) and organized a few little adventures for the following weekends. I worked the horses, who were beyond loopy this evening. And best of all, I had dinner with my favorite girl Seah, and my most favorite man-friend, at one of my favorite places. Pretty, no?

Tomorrow is Melbourne Cup day - and for the first time ever, I'll be attending! And not just slummin' it with the commoners, oh no. We have Carpark tickets with as much Moet & Chandon as one can consume, as well as tickets to a rather exclusive marquee on the rails should the weather not oblige us with the sunshine we all have our fingers crossed for. Now all I need is Viewed to take home the trophy so I can be kept in the Louboutins and Wang as I so desire... giddy up!

NaBloPoMo - ON TRACK!

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Yep, that's right y'all. Every. Single. Day.

Basically, I'll be syncing this blog to the NaBloPoMo blog, and posting up some awesomeness each and every day. Seriously, if I can physically manage to do this, I deserve some sort of monument erected in my name. It will be the miracle of all miracles (well, except, you know, Santa getting to each and every kiddies house on Chrissy Eve, squashing myself into a size 8 Wayne Cooper, and someone as ridiculously attractive as Ryan Reynolds not being gay). Enjoy!

I've been lamenting the fact that, recently, I barely make it to my computer to update my FB page, post an occasional Tweet and reply - somewhat short, information lacking emails - to the friends and family that have recently contacted me. Of course, there's always a few Lolcats to be looked at (and laughed hysterically over), but when all that's been done and the tears have been wiped away (ahh, Lols, you get me every time!) I really haven't blogged. In months.

Sure, I have a lot more going on at the moment, and it will only get crazier the closer Christmas comes, but strangely, I feel compelled to get started again. I lay in bed at night thinking through and mentally editing the following days post, giggling to myself at how fabulously witty I shall be, then the morning rolls around and lo and behold, there's a S&TC to be watched on cable, a horse to ride, a man to keep entertained or realistically, the S&TC mesmerize me so much I simply cannot use my brain to any use other than think of shoes.

So, NaBloPoMo, you shall hopefully be my savior. Only you can keep me motivated enough to blog each and every day (and Horror! Even make time when I shall be frocked to the nines in my beautiful dress and supping Moet & Chandon all day at Melbourne Cup tomorrow! How DO you make me do it?) and read those blogs from the blogger buddies who have become a quiet presence in the background these days.

I am weirdly excited to see where this Blog A Day thing can take me.

Now, if you'll excuse me, the episode where Carrie goes to San Fran is on...


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