wildbean fail

car = no warrant & no rego.

work drop with flatmate = 7:10 leaving time.

wildbean coffee = treat of morning

large decaf latte request = large normal coffee.

large normal coffee= trouble holding pen, dizzyness, nausea, loss of fine motor skills for a large portion of the morning and being awake at 12:58 to write a blog.

not my favourite friday.

Tattoo Loving

I would like a tattoo. A cool individual tattoo that is neither tacky or something I’m going to regret the instant I get it done. I keep seeing tattoos on these strong, fierce (as Tyra would say) looking women at the gym and its changing my views a little. However, If I were to get one, said tattoo must:

1). Be nowhere my parents can see until I reach a respectable mature age when I have the language and age to back myself up. Of the three things my mother made me vow not to do when I left home, getting a tattoo was one of them.

2). Be nowhere that peeks rudely out of a wedding dress. “And the bride wore white with a rose bud tattoo peaking out of her cleavage” is not my vision of beautiful.

3). Be something mysterious. Ie. Not something that a million other girls have... a dolphin/rose/cartoon character/lovers nameslashinitial and I think it should speak of your personality and character and be something meaningful.

4). Be something I love. What I love changes quite a lot. Sometimes I love blue, sometimes I love red, mainly I just love purple but it differs a lot. Said tattoo must be continuously loveable. Which limits it down a whole lot.

5). Be in a place that is not going to severely wrinkle and mutate with age/pregnancy/fat. Again, which limits it down a whole lot.

But in saying this all, I’m the sort of person who isn’t brave enough to dye her hair as change semi scares me. And I figure permanent tattoo is around 14 slots higher on the scare scale (buying a house, backpacking around Thailand, one day deciding to procreate are all things on that scale) and maybe I should start a little smaller.

One of those times when you realise how much of a winner your church is

Its been a pretty tough past week this week. One of the main highlights was realising that I really wanted to go to my church and be enveloped by my church community and just taken care of on a spiritual deeper, community level. Which is something I haven't felt in a while. And then to be feed vegan soup and large hunks of sourdough bread while talking with people 4x my age at a shared church lunch is one of those small joys I'm going to treasure and hold close through the next few weeks of tough times.

Trademe Dates

My mum rung me tonight purely to tell me that i should buy some awesome as drawers on trade me. And then convinced me that I should definitely have them in my life, and then proceeded to bid on them for me. The next 22 minutes included battling it out with 'poncho' who seemed determined to wait until they had 39 seconds to go before adding a measly dollar. My Mum tried to 'scare them off' off by going up to rounded figures. It must of worked as numerous countdowns and numerous page refreshes later, I'm now the proud owner of 2 matching wooden bedside drawers. They need a small touch up, but mum has also volunteered to send me up the needed bits and pieces to fix them up. And she (in true winning style) has agreed to pay half. Weird to realise that your mum is a bit of a trademe adrenaline junkie. Not a bad thing at all, it's a fun thing. And also really nice to still be taken care of by your parents, even when you've lived out of home for coming up 6 years.

So now I get to go pick them up and spend the next day rearranging my room and getting rid of my handpainted bright yellow and red drawers, which BTW, I still defend is a good colour choice, and no Dan, I would not have chosen different colours if I was to ever redo them!

Best ways to cope with work stress...

1. RPM. Hitting the gym and in particular hitting up a couple of RPM classes a week has been fantastic. For 45 minutes all that really matters is your legs going around as fast as they possibly can and trying to not draw attention to yourself from the intense instructor. It makes you feel strong. It makes your worries fade.

2. Cooking. Making super yummy nutritious meals that make my appetite come back are always a winning day to deal with tough times. Plus putting good food into your body gives you that awesome buzz and feeds you and boosts up your b vitamin levels for the next day.

3. Baths with goodies from Lush. Lush is seriously one of my favourite shops. Full of yummy smells and possibilities of smelling like that all over! I love their Ma Bar bubble bath, Honeymooner massage bar, Honey I shrunk the kids soap and Dream Time temple balm. All my favourite picks for a bath night. A glass of bailieys and milk makes it complete.

4. New nail polish. Superficial i know, but nothing beats down typing away at work and looking down and seeing little lilac nails glimmering away. Gets you through a Friday quick smart.

5. Watching The Devil Wears Prada. Preferably in bed. Or on pay week when you can dream about buying expensive handbags and boots. And lets face it, as tough as work gets it can't get much tougher than being forced to find flights home for Miranda Presely during a storm. Makes me feel better everytime. The Freedom Writers is also a winner, esp for teachers :)