Sadly all good things must come to an end and my holiday to Cairns is over just like that. Boo Hoo :(
Let me tell you it was every bit as beautiful as I was expecting and more!
The Queenslanders I met were some of the nicest, down to earth people I've ever had the pleasure of interacting with.
To those of you that live there all year round, I'm even more jealous than ever now :)
The seafood, those beaches, that forest, I could rant on and on and on…. and I will (prepare to see lots of happy snaps in the coming days. I took no less than400 shots! My oh My!)
We had such a blast that we never wanted to leave and could easily have stayed up there, had the money not run dry… ah well you only live once.
But I'm having major withdraws already so tonight my Sunday Sesh is dedicated to the tropics and all the blissful chilled out vibes that surrounded us. (I'm even making a spiced rubbed chicken dish with mango relish for dinner. My Melbourne mangos are bit sad looking by comparison, nothing beats QLD mangos fresh from the orchids. Mmmm… take me back!!!)
Well I'm off now to dream a little while more…
Toodle do!
The lovely Georgi froma pastichehas been organised enough to arrange a Photober theme this month (basically a photo for every day of October).
I've noticed a few people participating in Frocktober which I couldn't have possibly done without shaming myself and my dress sense so Photober it is. (I don't think I even own enough dresses to get me through a whole month anyway.)
Mind you I've already managed to miss a few days (and we're only 8 days in!) plus I'll be due to miss a few more while I'm away…. though I considered taking my laptop along, I think the husband would divorce me if I did. Besides not even my phone is coming along - I plan on enjoying complete disconnection from the world, 5 days of total peace and serenity…. Aaaaaah or should I say; Oooommmm :)
Anyway my point is I'm apologising in advance for being a bit of a lousy participant/blogger but I'm sure when I get back I'll have plenty of shots to share with you all.
So far the pics above have been my only entrants…
But hop on over to Georgi's page to see all the other wonderful images people are sharing.
Maybe I'll even see you there? It's never too late to join xx
Sorry but I couldn't wait till the 15th of October on the fat chance I might actually win something for a change before I invested in a film camera.
Besides that would be after my holiday and using a camera like this in sunny Queensland seemed like too good an opportunity to pass up.
I'm not expecting too much from myself since even my digital takes are often flukes helped along with heavy editing but hopefully I don't suck too badly at my first attempts.
Wish me and my little White Angel luck on our courtship jubilee ^_^ yipee!
(thanks for filling me in Ambs on this beauty, I haven't forgotten about you...)
I can remember the last few months a little too vividly.
All the hoping and praying, the wishing and waiting.
It was such an intense array of emotions that had me swinging between some of the darkest moments I've ever experienced.
Pessimistic self talk partnered with joyful signs of positivity, I couldn't get a grip on myself and I think my poor partner was very near to the end of his tether.
After last month I was so sure my body was a liar. Fooling me with all the telltale signs of pregnancy only to deliver my period in the end. (I've never been so excited to be nauseous, lethargic and constipated in my life!)
Throughout those last two weeks I "just knew" something was different this time but my mind was torn between hopeful thoughts in order to be positive or negative self talk in order not to work myself up. (I honestly don't know which mode of thinking was more painful)
To say I was disappointed when my period came a week after it was supposed to is an understatement - I truly am my own worst enemy.
Having come through it to the other side I've vowed not to let myself slip into such a state ever again.
No result is worth that kind of torture.
So I swore to be indifferent for the rest of this year. To wait it out until January before becoming eligible for IVF and reassessing things from there.
Well it turns out my body's not a liar, just a prankster.
According to both my Gyno and naturopath yesterday, the reason I "felt pregnant" was because I likely was, (as far as my charts show at least. I was too scared to take a test and know the truth. See? Messed up...)
My hormone levels were perfect, my temperature charts classic yet for some unknown reason it just didn't stick, again...
I don't quite know how to feel about this…
I'm sad I guess that I can come so close without it ever eventuating but I think the important thing to get out of this is that something is happening which is more than absolutely nothing.
Starting with this holiday it's time to be kind to myself and my body again. Back to basics.
Sensible eating and more movement.
My natropath has bumped up the magic mix and now it's time to do my part.
Despite the somewhat sad tone to this post, I do have a good feeling about the future.
I'm still sticking to my original mode of thinking ala Fail, (it is the silly season after all) but I won't put my life or happiness on hold for an outcome that can't be rushed.
For now my mantra is: come what may, c'est la vie and leave the self loathing for the bitter kids to play with.
Let it be known I've never won a competition in my life and I am less than apt at operating an analogue camera (isn't that what you call the opposite of digital? See, I don't even know what to call them let alone how to use one.)
But despite all that I'm still attempting to enter a competition to win this beautiful baby:
As found on:
Click here To Enter But don't really cos there are already something like a gajillion other entrants and my chances at winning are slim enough as it is.
Naaaaw, alright then… click if you must :)
Isn't she pretty? I think my socks would actually be knocked off if I won. Fingers & Toes are crossed xx
The theme of the night
had been dedicated to Miss Jessica's birthday!
I come to you today as a bear with a sore head.
This weekend was a bit of a mixed bag, what with an AFL grand final BBQ (good ol' Geelong showed 'em how it's done) and my lovely friends exquisite dinner at Maha's followed by VIP access to her Bling party I could barely keep up.
It was a fair effort though mind you after such a busy week of work I was exhausted come Saturday although I managed to soldier on till 5am (thanks to daylight savings), it also drove home some harsh truths on how much I can stand these days...
My weekend deductions:
✴Restraint must be exercised when ordering from the bar at exclusive restaurants. (The 2 and a half thousand dollar tab at the end of the night was a bit of a surprise to us all.)
✴When you've spent said amount on food and drinks it's probably time to call it a night before wiping out the rest of your bank account.
✴Secondly if after consuming this amount of food and alcohol you aren't completely inebriated you should probably give up and go home.
✴NightClubs are fuelled by drugs these days not alcohol - do not step foot in one unless heavily under an illicit influence.
(I tried to drink myself stupid in there but all I got was this lousy hangover.)
✴When embarking on a night out don't forget your digital camera.
(I wish I could have recorded the short and stumpy, overweight asian transvestite dressed like an orange latex go-go girl giving it her hardcore all in the caged podium for you. Or the guidos in their tight pants giving themselves frontal wedgies while convulsing on the dancefloor with techno renditions of Saturday Night Fever moves. It was very entertaining but sadly hubby and his iphone didn't come along for this portion of the festivities.)
✴I think my clubbing days are over. The old me is dead.
