Proud Aunty Rah

This rah is a super proud aunty this weekend.

Yesterday my eldest nephew (aka The 7ft Nephew) married the love of his life and it was beautiful.

I’m sofa king proud of this kid for a multitude of reasons and in the flurry of pre-ceremony prep I somehow ended up being charged with trying to not stab him while attaching his boutonniere.

For all the love, laughs, drinking, hugging and amazingness of yesterday, this… THIS is what I’ll never forget. So glad Dan grabbed this pic:



Thirty five

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Given it took me a year to remember to post about turning 34, I’m doing incredibly well to be posting about turning 35 before the end of my birthday month.

Which reminds me: I still haven’t written the epic post promised about our trip to Hobart last year. Whoops.

BUT! Thirty five celebrations (forever known as #rah35) were an absolute cracker. Good weather, beautiful town, brilliant excursions and my three favouritest human beings on the planet.

A fraction of the awesomeness of the weekend has been compiled into a itty bitty movie (my first foray into iMovie*), though it doesn’t include:

  • My A380 cake
  • Me hand feeding a lion
  • Me impersonating turkeys and beavers
  • An aurora!

Grab some popcorn and enjoy:

* yes I did say iMovie, yes that means I not only have touched a Mac, but I kinda have one now. OH MY GOD WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME

Youtube therapy: mega lolz

Back when I worked in publishing, we used to spend HOURS playing videos we’d downloaded from the web. Back in the days before YouTube, we had to download the videos onto a computer, call everyone together and huddle around a CRT while we cacked ourselves, mostly at funny ads shown during the SuperBowl and Celebrity Jeopardy on SNL

Now? We can watch ALL THE THINGS.

I’m shamelessly pinching this idea from Leigh, who is my #1 source for funny videos.

Protip: don’t drink any liquids while watching any of these.

ONE: Hoof hearted

TWO: lololololololol!

THREE: goats screaming like humans

FOUR: troloolol cat

FIVE: best use of a roomba

SIX: How I sing We Didn’t Start the Fire

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!