Time for another round of “currently”

Feeling: Me? Seriously? I am genuinely feeling GOOD. Great, even. It’s a very bizarre feeling for me to be having, cause I’m just not used to it. I’ve been studying ACT (Acceptance Commitment Therapy aka mindfulness) for the last couple of months and the change in me is freaking huge, you guys. And it feels less like a short-term change and absolutely a no-going-back change. Even my sleeping habits have changed. It’s amazing.

Watching: My IRL people are a bit sick of me banging on about him, but RICKY MARTIN. Goddamn. The Voice doesn’t seem to be as good to me this year (in terms of contestant talent) and Delta annoys me beyond belief (at home we have named the show SHUT UP DELTA cause that’s what I yell at the teev every time she speaks). But Ricky Martin, sweet jeebus what a hotty.

Fark yeah Ricky Martin

Thinking about: Hawaii, baby! It’s #1 on our holiday wish list right now after an executive decision to ditch initial plans to go to NZ in September. We is gonna save our pennies and go on our first US trip together. When? We dunno. But you can be damn sure that I’ll be shopping up a storm and on the lookout for my 2 favourite Hawaiians: Bruno Mars and Barack Obama.

Making me happy: My newest hobby…plane spotting. IT IS THE BEST THING EVER. I’ve become quite the tragic, even buying apps and hanging out at airport lookouts to watch the planes on the tarmac. I’ve always been a closet plane fanatic (living/working under the flight path for the last 20 years will do that to a girl) but now I’m all-out, no bars hold plane fangirl. I’ve watched a 747 take off and even had a tarmac truck driver wave at me!

My next goal is to get right under an A380 or 747 as it’s coming in to land.

May 19, 2013 at 0328PM-#qantas #747 syd to sin #WHPputaplaneonit

Looking forward to: Turning 35! By the time this goes live, Dan and I are on our way to Hobart for a Rah’s birthday long weekend (I’m getting ahead of the queen’s version next week). It was supposed to be a surprise trip down to see Jarod and Liz for my birthday on Saturday, but I kinda ruined the plans (whoops).

Traditionally, I don’t do my birthday very well at all, and this year I was especially dreading it because it was gonna be my first birthday without MY FAVOURITE FRIENDS ON THE PLANET. But huzzah for burying those emotions for another year and for el-cheapo flights and for a day off work.

See you guys when I get back! xo

Thirty four

Prologue: this was written (and was supposed to be published) just over a year ago. In preparation for turning 35 next week (!) I was looking for my post that I *knew* I had written… and it was still sitting in the drafts folder #fail

So here ’tis in all its belated glory…and you can expect a similar post about being 35 in the next week!

It wasn’t until 10.30pm the night before my 34th birthday that I realised just how good it was being 33.

33 was my best year yet. Far more contended and settled. I bought real estate. There were plenty of new babies (none of which were mine, thankfully) and no funerals. I started a business that I think has got legs.

I’m choosing to ignore the two car accidents!

Birthday eve on Thursday I got a surprise text from Nat my BFF asking if I’d like to get Thai with her for dinner. Nat lives a five-hour drive west of Sydney on a farm, but she was in Sydney for the night – surprise!

We popped in to visit a friend and her new baby, but I spent more time bonding with their cat, Dave.

Yesterday I was acting crabby for my 34th  birthday. I enjoy being the birthday girl and getting spoilt, but I hate being the centre of attention and having “happy birthday” sung to me makes me cry. That song has made me cry for as long as I can remember. I can usually hold my shit together (and even enjoy it), but straight singing—with lit candles dancing on a cake in front of me—makes me cry. The song reminds me of the people in my life who AREN’T there to sing it to me. Dad, grandparents, brother-in-law…

Yesterday I had “happy birthday” sung to me three times within as many hours. The first two were very sweet and lovely. I almost dodged the third rendition when I politely declined the suggestion until a latecomer pushed the issue. It made me all sorts of uncomfortable and I’m sure that while they were all singing I looked like the most ungrateful sod that ever existed.

This ungrateful sod got over herself eventually and had a fantastic dinner in Newtown. I was spoilt with lots of laughs, sangria and two cakes!

Red is my new favourite colour

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Being a chick, I get irrationally nervous when buying a car. ZOMG WHAT IF I BUY A LEMON? I pride myself on being just enough fanatical about cars to be picky about what to buy myself, but I wouldn’t know how to check the nitty gritties of a car before buying it.

Last year I upgraded from my beloved Talyn. I didn’t want to, but after too many not-at-fault accidents and one terrfying near miss, I knew I needed to get a car that:

a) wasn’t black and invisible to idiot Sydney drivers
b) had side/curtain airbags.

I knew I wanted a second hand Mazda3. I did my research and worked out what models from what years fit my criteria. I narrowed it down to 3 colour options. I checked the rego, greenslip and insurance prices (see? told you I’m fanatical. Or am I just a tight-wad?).

As a chick with some knowledge on how to shop for a car, but not a complete car whiz, I only car shopped at Mazda dealerships. I know they’re more expensive, but theorised it was worth the extra $$ if it was likely a trade in for a newer Mazda and therefore a much loved and well looked after zoom zoom.

I finally found my match in Red:

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Ever paranoid, I didn’t allow myself a self-high five until Red got through a 100k service and rego check…which happened this week. The mechanic remarked that it was a great buy and now I am feeling justified in high-fiving myself for NOT BUYING A FREAKING LEMON.

Related: no more rego stickers in NSW? It’s freaking me out not having one. I feel like such a rebel.

Red hair

After about 15 years, I’m back to being a redhead, baby!

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I walked into my hairdresser a week ago and decided that the blonde needed a break. And after a few days of adjustment (aka while the colour faded slightly) I AM LOVING MYSELF SICK. Or is that sik?

Being a redhead again is SO much fun, you guys.

Submerged

Earlier this week we finally made it to the beach. In summer. One item on the 2013 action item list ticked off!

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My phone came with me. And my water bottle. You can see where this is going, can’t you?

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Phone’s okay. DSLR that was also in my bag is okay, too. My heart took a bit of a beating, though.

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Photos taken on my (dry) Nikon D80 with 35mm 1.8 lens. Minor photochopping using Mulletgod and Pioneer Woman PS Actions. You know, how photos were manipulated before Instagram.

Daylight saving, how I’ve missed thee

My favourite time of the year starts today with the return of daylight saving (sorry, QLD).

After suffering the indignity of waking up before the alarm for the last couple of weeks (and the cats galloping up and down the hallway from 5am) we can finally bask in the glory of hours of sunshine after work.

Sunshiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine after worrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrk!

Sunshine! after! work!

I can pretend I’m going to do loads of washing after work. Or go swimming at the pool or even the beach.

Or I can accept the reality: more time on the computer in the sun :)