A sincere thank you

From the very first Facebook hate rant to the very first comment on my blog, its no secret I have come along way from there. With every award I received from my fellow bloggers my confidence grew more and more.

To a lot of people, this may not mean much at all, but it means a lot to me. Its almost a year blogging on WordPress for me, and since I started, I’ve formed many new and real friendships with my readers and followers. I may only have a little over 1000, which is a small but decent amount considering I am not a famous author, but it is a huge number to me.

When I decided to get back into writing, I didn’t expect it to last this long, or to have as many followers and readers as I do have. I didn’t expect anyone to like my blog at all.

WordPress has given me the chance to put myself out there, to put my writing on the line and open for criticism (thankfully I’ve never had any bad criticism.) The chance to regain my confidence and the chance to help others regain there’s back too.

I’ve had the honor of being included in thousands of people’s lives thanks to WordPress. I’ve been able to share mine with so many people as well.

I want to sincerely thank the people behind WordPress. And I want to congratulate all you wonderful bloggers out there.

Helping people, one blog post at a time.

Slaves to social media

Seems slavery hasn’t been abolished yet hey… Like honestly, when you really think about it, how much time do you spend aimlessly scrolling through your Facebook newsfeed re-reading the same statues over and over again?

Ok ok, so I don’t really think that Facebook has ‘enslaved’ us all, but we are pretty close.

Facebook tells me I need new boobs oh and even recommends a new surgeon every day, suggesting that one would be better suited to ‘enhance’ my seemingly small boobs. Thanks for the suggestion Facebook!

Facebook tells me I am missing out on life because all my other mother friends are clubbing on the weekend, I obviously do not belong to any ‘click’ because I do not ‘club’ and I am a lonely loser because I don’t screw myself up on the weekend like everyone else. Oh and the clubs help remind me of this too by taking photos of all my ‘friends’ completely off their faces in order for them to tag them selves in so that everyone can see what an amazing time they are having. Whoops they caught a bit of your side boob. Thanks Facebook!

Facebook tells me that I have rights to my own privacy, oh yeah so why after all this time you have made it so people I have blocked can still somehow private message me and remind me about how I cannot delete anyone in the land of Facebook. Thanks Facebook!

Facebook told me I wasn’t fat enough to be cool.

Facebook told me I wasn’t skinny enough to be attractive.

Facebook told me I wasn’t creative enough to be artistic.

Facebook told me that my normal human behaviour means I am insane, and normal, and autistic, and crazy, and anxious, and a numb emotionless human being.

Facebook reminds me everyday about that fact that I only ever find out things on Facebook now.

Facebook told me the other day that it is ok to put your health at risk by eating uncontrollably to the point where you need surgery to stop you from eating so much.

What Facebook didn’t tell me was that there is a big wide world out there to be explored but I’ve been too busy caring about what other people are writing onto a website that is at the end of the day and easy alternative to bullying, stalking, teasing, taunting, humiliating, hating and creating.

We are a slave to our Facebook. To the opinions of others, we have to have that confirmation from other via a click of the mouse or a touch of the screen. It’s not about what you can achieve in life anymore, it’s about how much you can fool everyone else into thinking you have achieved.


Relationships aren’t real unless they are declared on Facebook these days. Like two people can’t be together unless the whole entire world knows about it. But it’s not just that, they need to have a say in it too, yes strangers you don’t know just feel entitled to have their say.

Anyone can give advice these days, even if it isn’t logical, you will still listen to it, can we make up our own minds anymore?

I can’t help but rant about it to be honest. It really does bother me so much. Since the use of Facebook has become so common, nearly every teenager who uses Facebook has mental health issues because for some reason what people think on Facebook matters more than what they think in real life. I can’t help but see this as an issue that needs to be addressed and I personally think this is far more important than most things that we stress about.

Are the newer generations really going to grow up so disconnected from people because of a website?

A website… That’s all it is. Data, numbers, virtual and meaningless.


My weight loss journey

Something that I have been long over due is updating you all with my weight loss. So I have lost 2 dress Sizes since I last posted. Because of normal/abnormal bodily functions after having a baby, my hips are still apart and it will be a while before they go back to normal. So I border on a size 10. But I am still just a size 12. So I like to say I am size 11 which is great because last year I was. Size 16!


3-4 months ago, this is what I looked like, my legs fatty and wobbling, pot belly and a massive overhand of skin. Since then the number on the scale hasn’t changed much from then but I’ve lost fat and gained muscle. For the first time in my life I have discovered muscles in my legs I never knew where there before, and I am beginning to see the start of my abs. Although my uterus is still swollen, I can feel and see results. It’s now that waiting game.

I no longer had this massive overhang and my legs are less fatty more muscly.



This is me today. I look great and I feel great. I will never go back to the old me!!

Abyissful thinking

I often think of topics to write about, as if there were endless topics. Fact is there are endless things to write about, I just fear most are bland.

I don’t go out much and like most stereotypical writers, given the chance, you would find me hunched over a vintage typewriter, in the center of a white room talking to myself.

“Yes the world does revolve around me” I would say, staring into the vortex of nothingness you call a wall.

Walls are pretty boring without art, or maybe they aren’t because you have an amazing imagination and you can picture anything on your wall.
Unlike me, my imagination is broken.

Oh crap, I need another coffee

How do you pick the perfect seat.

A few months ago mittens kittens and I went to the movies with our partners to see trance. I wondered how long a blog post about finding the perfect seat at the movies could be, and we discussed it briefly. But since then I have always wondered if picking the right seat is really important or not.

Everytime I go to the movies I am very particular about my seat, unless others pick the area we sit in, I just give in and trust their judgment. It is usually pretty good. Sometimes they pick shocking seats. Is it just me who needs to sit in almost the same seat everytime?

I think I have a few stupid OCD things, this being one of them. My partner and I were on the bus the other day, and I explained to him that I freak out if I dont know where the bus is going. Like if I know where it ends up and I have been on it many times before that, it doesn’t matter, because if it goes past my usual stop, I freak out that its going a different way even though I know it will end up in the end. I hate it.

But its like that if I am seeing a movie with just my partner. I don’t want to miss anything at all. I hate needing to go to the toilet because if this also. I don’t like having to miss details and I don’t like not knowing at all.

When I walk in I see where everyone has chosen to sit, and I look at the angle they are sitting. I check the seat and see how close I will be, if I’m too close I move back, if I’m too far I move forward. If the seat is messy I don’t sit there.

Is this just me?

How important is it for you to pick the right seat at the movies?


Why do you do that

While sitting in the waiting room at the hospital (I’ve been sitting here for well over an hour now) I noticed everyone staring at me as my youngest was bawling his poor little eyes out. I had to bounce him, pat his back and settle him to sleep. I was stressed at this moment for two reasons, my baby was upset, but so was everyone else in the hospital. Like its such a burden on everyone else, that they are stuck listening to my child cry, they even have to make me feel so uncomfortable by watching me try and settle him. As if they were timing me.

It began to make me wonder though, why do people do the things they do. Right now my partner is causing a stir with our eldest, playing and laughing, he is screaming with joy and sharing treats and tissues. It is excused because he is having fun and the youngest finally went to sleep, he is sleeping on me, in this hospital while there is coughing and splattering all around us… He doesn’t wake up, or stare at the sick people as they stared at us just before.

I wonder should I have have to feel as though I am settling him for the peace of mind of others?

Is it really ok for people to make mothers with crying children more uncomfortable than they already are?

Is it really that agonising for you to hear a baby crying in pain?

I wonder, if it is my sudden need for forgiveness from these strangers… if it is the reasoning behind half of the stress that comes with taking your children out.

People have a constant fear of not fitting it, we really want to impress strangers because we assume strangers are judging us all the time. Fact is we don’t know and the fear of not knowing something is just as hard as finding out the truth about something. We fear we aren’t good enough, to the point where some people won’t go outside because of a bad hair day and a lot of people sit behind their computer screens, just as I am now, except they live their whole lives through their virtual world.

What are your thoughts?

David Attenborough – the voice that changed the world

When I was younger, I would play in the back yard, looking for bugs, playing with the dogs and looking up.

The time spent looking down and into the bushes was accompanied by an amazing voice in the background, narrating my adventures. The one and only David Attenborough, he went where ever I went and he was there to tell me about the bird I saw or the insect that I had just seen.

Not many men make it into my top list of great men, but thankfully David has. This amazing man has shaped many children’s futures and entertained many sleepless nights and many days lazing around the house.

When I try to write posts about amazing people I don’t really know what to say, I wish I was able to thank this amazing man in person, but I can’t so I will happily watch his new series on TV and be glad that this man changed my life, helped me better understand wildlife and helped with those times I had no one else to watch on TV ;)

David Attenborough, an amazing man and a voice that has changed the world.


I don’t drink… So now what?

Once upon a time I used to drink and party. Most of you know this, but part of my growing older and becoming a mum meant I willingly gave up this. I personally don’t want to set a bad example for my children by clubbing every weekend (not meaning to offend anyone). But now what?

With no social scene to belong to except my bootcamp (I have 4 friends there) and family here, I have to wait until I start uni in a few months. But honestly there is a bit of anxiety that comes with stepping outside of my house and going somewhere by myself…

We’re all mad here, lets face it – but it gets a bit ridiculous when you get the kids ready and the pram ready… Then procrastinate for an extra hour, trying to decide whether you can go do what you need to do… I got as far as the end of the street Safeway… Instead of going into the city where I needed to go and pay rent. I will go tomorrow with my partner.

If I am completely by myself I am not bothered, but if I have my kids I get extremely anxious… Its something that comes with being a Mum.

Sometimes I even get anxious about ny blog and my studies… I wonder if I am smart enough, but the fact that I was actually accepted into my science degree says I am smart enough so far, I need to learn more, I need to read more and I think I need to write more. I look over my blog and I wonder if it is good enough.

I don’t want to synthesize the contempt with my blog, I want to actually be happy with it. Most of us write on our blogs and hidden in every post is that hand, reaching out, asking you to hold it and reasure us that we are great writers. We are secretly asking you with every post to feed us your love and affection for our writing and publicly declare your love for out post.

Writing, study and mother hood are predetermined to tribute to ridicule, anxiety and criticism. I am hoping I can rise above these in the nere future so I can become the scientists I want to be, the writer I want to be and the great mother I want my kids to praise to their friends when they head off to school.

Happy mothers day.

Oh poppy fobs

There is absolutely no meaning to the title just to clear up any confusion.

So copying is the highest form of flattery right? Then why is it so god damn annoying when someone does it to you? I will never understand some people…

Anyway, so I haven’t really had the chance to just sit down and write a proper blog post. There was around 2 months there where I spent studying hard for my application to RMIT. The studying payed off because as I suspected I had to prove myself to them. Luckily I passed the test!!

There was moving into a new place, getting settled into the new place, get finances back up to scratch (I still have some debt but hey that’s just life) and then there was introducing a new member to the family (Chrono the Siberian husky pup).

I guess the next thing to do is save up for buying a house (oh and an extremely good microscope). So when I think about buying a house, I have my heart set on creating an investment property first, so buying a fixer upper house that will turn a profit. Or buy a unit, do it up, pay it off, then but another unit, rent one out and so on… Until I have a decent amount of investment property’s.

Good idea? I think so… Time to do more studying… Oh an buy more books off eBay. ;)

Night 1 with the new pup

We have a new addition to the family, a Siberian husky. His name is Chrono.

So far so good when it comes to having a pup, we have only had one (sneaky) accident behind the couch. There is the ‘to be expected’ norm with pups 1st night, although heading to bed at 9pm, as expected we find ourselves with pup awake 3 hours later. He’s had a run in the back yard (our backyard is huge) and now we are just waiting for him to become tired again.


Chrono has hemochromatosis so he has two different coloured eyes. I wonder how night 2 will go :p