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Getting skinny the healthy way…I think…

So I started the whole ‘fitness thing’ at the start of November…


I’d been reading alot of blogs that inspired me and after taking alot of migraine medication I realised I am heavier now than I have ever been…it was time to cut the crap.


Anyone who knows me, knows I’m a foodie. I love to indulge. Especially in cheesecake.


Although this hasn’t always been the case.


The lightest I have ever been was around 38kg. (No, that is not a good thing, especially when you’re 173cm tall.) The heaviest? 75kg.


My life’s weight could be explained in one word. Fluctuating.


I’ve been on fad diets before…or should I say, ‘starvation diets’… I’ve struggled with eating disorders and body-dysmorphia my entire life and I guess this started out as ‘another fad diet’, but it’s become something more.


I started by not being happy with my weight…heh, who am I kidding, I have NEVER been happy about my weight. But this spanned from the realisation that the medication I’m on makes it almost impossible for me to lose… I don’t like the word ‘impossible’…in fact, that word might as well mean ‘challenge accepted’.


So I started by dropping carbs. Oh, dear, sweet, lovely, delicious carbohydrates… My biggest downfall. Although when I say ‘carbs’ I mean ‘bread, pasta, rice and potatoes’. Or really, anything with wheat in it…
And after talking to the school Mum’s that live and breathe treadmills, I realised it was time for me to get off my butt and chuck in some exercise too…
I started walking with the school Mum’s every Monday…around a park that is around about 5.5km long. Not bad.


Then I read a few blogs and about the goals that people were setting themselves exercise-wise. A few people mentioned that their goal was to walk at least 50km a month.
Which got me to thinking… “Wow, that’s a HUGE goal!” But then…
I calculated, if I walked every Monday with the school Mum’s for a month, I would have clocked up 22km in a month. 22 KILOMETRES! That’s almost half of the ‘healthy bloggers’ goals…
So, I thought, what if I started walking, not only on Mondays but Tuesdays and Wednesdays too? I’m not always free, but I could swap and change and work around the huge list of appointments… I could make it work…and within a month, I could quite possibly clock up around 60km… Better than those fitness fanatics?


So, in the spirit of competition (with people who have no idea who I am and have no idea I’m competing…) I began my life of being one of those ‘healthy people’.


Cutting carbs….went alot more smoothly than it has before… But it’s not enough. I wasn’t losing weight even though I was walking like a maniac and doing all of the sit-ups, push-ups, star-jumps and ab-circles I could muster…
And then one of the Jays mentioned that he had an app on his phone that counted calories.
Now, I don’t have a smart phone. I’m really not in the financial position to own one just yet either…but it intrigued me…


How many calories was I consuming AND burning off?

What did people do before apps?

Oh, that’s right, ye olde internet. (uhuh, if you’re still only using the internet and not apps, you’re living in the past…sigh)


CalorieKing.com.au to be exact.


So, as you fitness gurus would be seeing…. I am quite possibly going the wrong way about this… I have absolutely no idea how to lose weight healthily, but I’m making a start…?
And so far, I have kept to my word… No bread, pasta, rice, potatoes, muffins or cheesecakes…

I can still eat the top bit, right?


I have walked over 40km in 21 days. Only 20km to go?

I am kinda proud of that…and my new favourite word? ‘Dedication’.

I am dedicated to being healthy…dedicated to keeping this up for the rest of my life instead of for as long as it takes me to get down to my goal weight. Dedicated to ‘getting skinny the healthy way’.


Any clever suggestions would be much appreciated… 🙂





So, I thought I’d talk a little bit about Carli.


Carli is another person I don’t really know but love dearly.


She is one of the childcare workers who works with Heidi 2 days a week. She’s lovely, down-to-earth and has the most infectious laugh I’ve ever had the privilege to hear. She goes the extra mile and then some, she is one-in-a-million.


Recently it dawned on me that Heidi only has about 6 weeks left of childcare with Carli…before she moves up to 3 year old Kinder and a brand new worker. That’s 12 days left for the year. 12 days to gather up the courage to tell Carli how much she has meant to us over the last 3 years. 12 days to let her know how much she’s appreciated, how amazing she truly is…because, even though it’s obvious to me…does she really know? I think I’ve spent alot of time just assuming she knows just how important she is. And then it dawned on me – nobody can read my mind, so even though it may be overstepping the bounds…I feel she needs to hear it.


How many people do you know that you appreciate more than words can express? Have you ever told them?


She’s worked with Heidi since she was 14 months old. She paid close attention to Heidi, making sure she was fed before she cried…which was the main thing I was worried about when we first started. She celebrated with us as Heidi learnt to sit up on her own, as she finally gathered a sense of well-being, as she began to feed herself, when she started crawling on all fours and pulling herself to a stand. And finally as she took her first steps. She was there clapping and cheering and crying just as much as myself.


When it was suggested that I should teach Heidi sign language, Carli was the first to pick my brain about all of the signs I was using at home. When there was an opportunity to do a ‘Key-Word Signing’ course, Carli was the first to put her hand up. She partnered me throughout the course and learnt everything that I did with as much enthusiasm as myself.


She worked one-on-one with Heidi’s Physio, O.T. and Speech Therapists to make sure she could take over all of the exercises while Heidi was with her.
We were absent for 2 days one week and she told me how she’d hoped it was because of Heidi’s long-awaited surgery…it wasn’t, but it was nice to know she’d remembered and had been thinking of us the entire time.


She tells me constantly that I’m an amazing Mum and how much she admires me – being told that by someone you admire so much is impossible to top.
She’s the one who told me to “find your niche and go for it”.


My dilemma is, how on earth do you thank someone like that? What kind of present would do her justice? I’ve written a letter so far, which seems to be the best way to convey our appreciation…other than that, I’m stumped.


Life is all about change, moving up and on and all that…but I have to admit, this really sucks. We’re really going to miss her and I hope by the time the end of the year is here, she knows all of this and more. We really wouldn’t be where we are now if it wasn’t for her…



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Walking is overrated


“So, why isn’t she walking yet?”


This is a question I hear FAR too often! Not just from parents but Doctors too…


I mean, really? I don’t know Einstein…how about you enlighten ME?


Yes, my daughter is almost 4 years old. Yes, I realised a LONG time ago that 18 months is usually the cut off age for walking. Yes, I have done every therapy and exercise you can possibly think of to help her walk. Yes, she has Down syndrome. Yes, I realise that MOST kids with Down syndrome walk late, but not THAT late.
What do these people expect me to say exactly?


Don’t they think that I’ve tormented myself over this exact question every day since she turned 18 months old?
Don’t they realise the heartbreaking realisations that come with this ignorant question?
Do they think I just lock her up in a box that she can only sit in all day?


For goodness sake.


I understand, you’re trying to make conversation. This isn’t a slight against me, and you’re not trying to make me feel bad. I get where the heart of this question comes from.


But it gets to me. God damn, it gets to me.


After she hit 18 months, it was a little disheartening, but reasonable.

“Okay, she has Down syndrome, you knew it was going to take extra work…”
I looked up other parents on facebook and BabyCentre and googled the heck out of “Typical walking age + Down syndrome”.
I poured my heart out to my family and they all patted me on the back and tried to make me feel better.
‘Okay..so she’ll probably be walking by 2. I have to give her extra leeway, that has to be expected.’


2 years old comes and goes…

Her 2nd birthday was great but a tad heart breaking. Truly. Mainly because I remember what Hannah did for her 2nd birthday. She stood next to the table. She sang Happy Birthday. She blew out her candles. She ran to open her presents.
It was a hard day.
‘But that’s okay. Just because she has Down syndrome, doesn’t mean she’s going to be exactly the same as all of the other kids with Down syndrome. You know this.’


When she was born, our Health Nurse gave us a ‘milestone sheet for DS’, which stated that she could be walking from anywhere between 9 to 76 months.


Everyone wants their child to be the genius. Everyone would love to have the prodigy. Everyone wants their child to prove everybody wrong and defy the odds.


‘Surely, she’ll definitely be walking by the time she’s 3.’


3 years old comes and goes.


And you know what? This is what I tell all of these people who ask this stupid question without thinking:


“I stopped stressing about that awhile ago and realised she will walk in her own time, not mine. And that’s okay.”


I can’t give my daughter a deadline. I worked harder than ever trying to get her to reach that milestone before 3 and it didn’t happen. I stressed and gave myself a migraine every single day over it. That wasn’t helping. Comparisons don’t help anybody.


When Heidi walks, everyone will know. When she walks, there will be the biggest celebration that has ever happened. Ever.


At the same time, IF she NEVER walks, we’ll be okay. Truly.


I get it. Sleeping is way better than walking!


(Heidi took 15 steps on her own this week!!!)




Unrequited Love is for Chumps

A slogan on one of the Jay’s t-shirts that I wish I had.


I am a self-proclaimed chump. Which is okay…there are so many positives to being in love from afar… In love with somebody who probably has no idea I exist…


Unrequited Love is safe.


There are no obligations with this kind of love.


No compromise.


No arguments.


No annoying morning texts.


No crazy. Well. Maybe a little bit of crazy, but none that anyone else has to endure.


None of that crummy stuff that I mentioned in an earlier post.


I only see this one guy, at best, twice a week. Sometimes not at all…and they are fleeting moments. Moments that couldn’t determine to either of us who we are. Moments that wouldn’t be worth mentioning with anyone else.


We smile, say “Hi” and “Thanks”, hold doors and gates open for each other and overhear conversations that are had with other people. We know nothing about each other, everything is an assumption based on face value.


Are we married? Are we single? Do we work? Where do we work? Do we like the same things? Are our haircuts picked out purposefully or are they what we live with from lack of time? Are we rich? Are we poor? Do we have lots of friends or one…or none? Do we choose our own fashion or have a partner who chooses for us? Do we love who we are or wish for something else? Do we watch sports or read? Are our houses messy or clean?


All the answers to these questions are irrelevant in Unrequited Love World.


We know first names. We know fashion sense. We know our form of transport. We know assumptions…


But really, we don’t know each other. At all. And that’s okay.


He knows random trivia. He rides a skateboard. He wears a suit and a fedora, every, single, day. He is the very definition of intriguing.
He makes me smile. That ridiculous kind of smile that nobody else sees.
He asks me how I am and all I can blurt out is “Thanks.”.
Every moment is a quick glance and an awkward-looking-at-my-feet-with-a-stupid-cackle-moment.
He seems like an amazing Dad. The kind of Dad who has fun and pulls silly faces regardless of what other people think.


I dreamt one night that he asked me out for coffee…and he proceeded to tell me about his life, who he REALLY was and what he wanted out of life… I can’t remember the words he said, all I can recall is screaming “No! I don’t want to know! You’re ruining everything!”


The fact is, that as much as he makes me smile and he seems amazing, I really don’t want to know anything more than I already do.


That would ruin the magic of Unrequited Love.


Freeze the beautiful stage. The stage where he is flawless. The stage where we are completely unaware of hardship and issues and work and insanity. The fairy tale stage.


As long as it never goes any further than this, he will be the perfect “What If” and that makes me deliriously happy.




When life gives you lemons…


Melbourne is lovely.


It’s like a whole other world in itself. There’s a different feel to the entire place that I haven’t felt anywhere else…which isn’t too hard, admittedly, as I haven’t really travelled very much in my life at all. Yes, I’ve moved many, many times, but it’s been within the same state and I’ve never been overseas (no, not even to Tasmania)… I’m sheltered like that.


Everyone dresses differently there, they have an air of confidence as they bustle around the streets, the pace is caffeine-fueled, unforgiving and busy…everyone seems to be busy with something or other…
One thing you notice immediately is the city. It’s a REAL city, with skyscrapers! We live in a city, but none of our buildings come close to the magnificence of Melbourne’s. Gosh, it’s lovely!

My City


Real City

Nothing ever sleeps in Melbourne. Unlike where I live, it doesn’t become eerie at night, in fact, the only thing that seems to change is the sky… People are still everywhere, everything is lit up, it doesn’t feel dangerous or abnormal, in fact, I could even go so far as to say it seems more normal than ever to be out and about at night, rather than during the day…


So, how did I end up in Melbourne? I had only planned it for a month. It was going to be great. We were seeing a movie at a cinema I’d never been to and catching up with a friend I hadn’t seen for more than 10 years. Then suddenly, 3 days before the big event, it was cancelled… All of my organising seemed like it was for nothing. Babysitters and outfits and saving, all out the window…until I spoke to the big Jay. He decided we should go anyway, throw caution to the wind and enjoy the nightlife….or you know, enjoy life…for as long as possible.


We stayed out all night, met the loveliest people (some of them french, and I actually understood them!!), drank all of the over-priced drinks, danced until we fell over, stayed single/awesome and then finished it all off with a kebab. Mmm kebabs…another thing we don’t have where I live.
Slept (okay, tossed and turned in an uncomfortably hot, bunk bed) in a hostel, for about 2 hours, woke up and went trekking through the streets of Melbourne all over again.


Waffles for breakfast. Enough said.

I was about 10 when I last had these…o.m.g.


Then we went and saw that movie. Best movie I’ve seen in a LONG time – with Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Bruce Willis (how can you go wrong???). SO worth it.


These are times I will never forget. Last minute plans, letting your hair down and forgetting about the worries back at home…walking for hours, talking and laughing about nothing in particular and exploring the unknown, all with the only person who knows me best…great, irreplaceable times…


Go to Melbourne. Or just skip your humdrum town for a day and go to the biggest city closest to where you are. You won’t regret it.


Very first reblog….so glad I found this…just heart-wrenching and beautiful ( onethousandsingledays.com )

I decided I would walk back to my Hotel that day, even though I had spent all day and most of my money shopping and my shoulders were aching from the weight of the bags. Flagging down a tuk-tuk would made the trip quick and easy and with the unbearable heat rising up from the sidewalk and bouncing off the city walls and radiating down from above it is a wonder I chose to walk that day but at the time I decided that I would like to wander through the alley ways and stalls and nod my head in greeting to the people of Sukhumvit Road and thats all it was at the time. But it is only in retrospect that we see the significance of seemingly small decisions such as these. We don’t realise how our preferences, no matter how small, act as the fingers and the palms and…

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Santa Claus doesn’t exist.

Hannah is “that kid”.


You couldn’t imagine how many times I’ve said those words…


From the moment she was born, you could tell she didn’t like it. Her cries seemed to say “What is this?! Don’t touch me! What is this ‘clothing’ you speak of? What is this air thing? Water? You have GOT to be kidding me!” etc etc.
She didn’t like being cuddled or kissed or spoken/sung to… She just didn’t like or understand the world…and not alot has changed…


She doesn’t like loud noises, unless it’s her own voice. She doesn’t like “the scratchy sound” pens and pencils make. She’s never liked wearing clothes, of any sort… Socks, tights and shoes always “feel funny”.


She sees everything in black and white. There is no grey. There is fact or fiction, nothing inbetween. And if you don’t know this, she will tell you until she’s blue in the face.


She’s the kid who will blatantly argue the idea of Santa, the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny, and in turn, ruins all of the little kid’s hopes and dreams. She doesn’t have a problem letting everyone know their flaws. In fact, she insists on letting everyone know, just in case they didn’t already… “Did you know your eyes move too much?” or ” You’re a bit fat.” or “Your nose doesn’t suit your face”. She is matter-of-fact about everything.


She has no shame… She’s the kid who will strip off in the middle of the oval, in front of hundreds of people, because “It’s too hot for clothes.” She’s the kid who throws her head back and wails or drops to the floor screaming in the middle of the supermarket or school assembly because things aren’t as she expected. She’s the kid who coughs up phlegm into her hand and eats it, no matter where she is or how many people start gagging because of it…


She acts on impulse. If her sister is crying, she’ll throw a book at her head. If the kids at school won’t play with her, she’ll run up and kick them. If the teacher isn’t listening, she’ll overturn the table/chair/kid next to her…or just scream…she screams alot…


She doesn’t understand competition. She wants to come first, but she doesn’t comprehend running the race or the idea that she may come last. She wants to win the prize, but she can’t see why she has to do things to get it…


My main reason for writing this post today is because her teacher had a talk with me this morning…which went something like this:


“Hannah told the whole class Santa doesn’t exist and, no matter what I said, she wouldn’t drop it…so if you could talk to her about it? She made quite a few children really upset…”

Now, this is something that happens quite often… I expect to have ‘a talking to’ every pickup and dropoff time… And I’ve spoken to Hannah many, many times about Santa Claus…since she was about 4 years old, when she worked it out for herself…and I’ve always made a big point that she can’t go around telling everyone as it may make them upset…




What is getting to me, is that this is such a big issue. I get it, she’s in Prep, most kids at 5 or 6 years old still have faith in the bearded man who brings them presents every Christmas… You just don’t do that.


But, should I really be encouraging my 6 year old to lie?


I know she’s hurting feelings. I know she’s crushing dreams. I also know she’s telling the truth…


Life is what you make it…

What would I do without my best friend?


Go insane? Probably. But without the cats.


I don’t see my best friend very often. We both live fairly busy lives…well, she lives a really busy life I should say. She works 4 jobs, studies and looks after 5 kids (yes, one of them is her partner). But when we do manage to work a visit into our schedules it makes it all worth it.


We met each other by chance. When I was 20 and pregnant, I had just moved into emergency accommodation and she was the first roommate to make me feel welcome. She fell pregnant not long after that, so we instantly had something in common.
Other than that we are complete opposites. She is an extrovert, I’m an introvert. She likes Punk, I like Pop. Her house is sterile and perfect, mine is…well…not. She’s organised and clever…I am…also not. So, really, if it wasn’t for our unusual circumstances we probably never would’ve been friends. I love fate/coincidence for that.


When I moved out of that house, we lost contact until Hannah was about 6 months old. I just decided one day to push myself and give her a call and we’ve gone on from there…
We have been there for each other throughout all of the major instances in our lives since then. Every Christmas, Easter & Birthday, she’s been there.


When I was in labour with Heidi and everyone disappeared…she took me to the hospital (on New Years Eve mind you) and supported me throughout the entire 31 hours + the 8 days in the Special Care Nursery.


When my then-partner and I were having issues, she was my shoulder to cry on.


When she saw what a detriment he was to us, she made me realise I was better than that.


Whenever I’ve needed advice, about anything, she’s been there.


Whenever I feel like I can’t do it anymore, she reminds me that I can.


She’s the only person who manages to fix the unfixable, find the positive amongst the negative and make the impossible, probable.


The last time I saw her, I was having a hard time…and I couldn’t see an out. I’d been angry for days and everything seemed like it was piling on top of me at every turn. I didn’t go to get advice or a quick fix, I wasn’t even intending on ranting for as long as I did. She listened, for a long time, and then she showed me the light.
I left her house that day with a smile, anger gone, crazy was no where to be found… I felt right and motivated, like nothing could get in my way…and that was all because of her. Nobody else can do that.


Up until our chance meeting, I had never had a friend who was worth talking or writing about. She also doesn’t read blogs as far as I’m aware so I may need to direct her here, just so she can see a little of how much I owe her…


Friends are important. The best thing I ever did was push myself to make that phone call and put in the effort to stay in contact. 20 years of crap friends and poor judgement, and I finally did something right.


I wouldn’t have the life I have now if it wasn’t for her and as I said earlier, I would probably be COMPLETELY insane.


If you don’t put yourself out there, you may just be missing out on some very beautiful people…who may just enrich your lives more than you ever thought possible.


October is Down Syndrome Awareness Month…

So I thought it was time to write a little more about my youngest daughter, Heidi.


She is, without a doubt, the reason I am who I am today. From the moment she was born, everything I ever thought I knew was turned around.


I never expected it. I didn’t have any pre-natal testing as I assumed ‘that would never happen to me’…’cause I’m the exception to the rule, right? I already had a typical, healthy daughter, there was no cause for concern as far as I was prepared to think. Plus I had already decided that there was nothing in this world, no amount of crazy testing, that could prepare me for a child with a disability. “I work better under pressure and in the heat of the moment.”


I wonder whether or not I would change things if I could go back in time… Part of me thinks that it would’ve been better to go through the denial and the faux heartbreak during the pregnancy instead of while she was here…the other part wonders whether that would’ve given me a reason to terminate. “Who would want to be born with Down syndrome if given the choice?”


I was rather ignorant. I was also a horrible, horrible human being. I still could be in many ways, but I guess I’ll never know until a couple of years and life-changing experiences have past…


The first thing I realised after they mentioned they “noticed characteristics of Down syndrome” was that I knew ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about the most recognised disability in the world. That’s what it was, ‘the most recognised’…just because I knew what it looked like, I thought I knew everything about it… I didn’t.
I cried because I thought that was the right reaction. I didn’t know whether to be happy or sad or angry or anything. They asked me if I knew anything about Down syndrome. My answer?
“Of course! ……wait….maybe you should tell me what YOU know first?”


All of a sudden I was inundated with masses of information about chromosomes, defects and medical issues that could arise.
“Wait, so they don’t just all look the same?”
Yeah, I was pretty darn stupid.


Heidi was born with a heart defect, called an ASD (atrial septal defect) which was simply put, a hole in her heart. “Quite common amongst people with Down syndrome.” Didn’t know that.


“They can have gastrointestinal issues, thyroid problems, hip defects, lung issues, spinal abnormalities, hypotonia, vision and hearing problems, developmental delay, intellectually disabled…they’re also 20% more likely to have leukemia…etc etc” Didn’t know any of that.


All of a sudden I realised my crying reaction was probably the right one. So I cried some more.
“It’s normal to grieve the loss of your typical baby…”
And then I stopped. ‘I am the exception to the rule. These things may affect everyone else adversely, but I am not everyone else. How dare you assume to know what I am going to do in this situation!’


I shirked everyone. I refused to enter into Early Childhood Intervention Services (ECIS). I refused to go to the “millions of appointments that she’ll need for the rest of her life.” I assumed if I treated my baby like any other baby, then she would be just that.


Around the 12 month mark was when I decided to give in. When I realised that ‘treating her like a normal baby’ wasn’t working. She wasn’t sitting up on her own, she wasn’t eating food, she wasn’t doing things that every other child was at that age.
So I went to ECIS. I agreed to start Physio, Occupational, Hydro & Speech/Feeding Therapies. I made an appointment with her Paediatrician. I finally accepted that she had Down syndrome and no amount of ‘normal treatment’ was going to change that. And we are all the better for it.


Apparently, I’m not alone. Without realising it I was ‘just like everyone else’ by refusing to accept her diagnosis. Denial being one of the stages of grief.


I struggle with that sometimes.
“Maybe Heidi would be further along if I’d just accepted the help…”
But, with that, more acceptance. I refuse to regret my past mistakes…as they are just that, mistakes that I cannot change, no matter how much I dwell on them. And through that denial, I enjoyed my newborn baby…just like everyone should.


In accepting that she’s different, I also came back to the conclusion that she is still more alike other children than different.


Sure, there are more things we have to do to get her to achieve milestones like everyone else…but to this day, with the ‘millions of appointments and medical issues’, my typical daughter Hannah has been to the hospital more times than Heidi.


I’m not here to tell anyone that “Heidi is an angel who is happy and smiles all the time” because she’s not. She has an infectious smile, the most beautiful smile in the world to me…but she still cries and gets angry, just like any other child… She throws tantrums and gets into mischief with every chance she gets. (This morning she climbed up the pile of clothes in the laundry to the washing machine, lowered herself into the trough and turned on the taps…augh)


It is difficult. But so is her older sister and any parenting. Parenting is difficult.


She has the characteristics of a person with Down syndrome. She also looks alot like me and her sister. She has blonde hair and blue eyes like Hannah and her hair is straight on top and curly underneath…like my hair.


I had her when I was 22 years old. I’ve had Doctors say “Wow, 22, were you struck by lightning twice as well?” Um no, actually 80% of babies with Down syndrome are born to younger parents…the average age being 26.


She actually likes being alive, even with Down syndrome…funny that.


It’s actually REALLY hard to offend me! Unless you’re going out of your way to be blatantly derogatory towards my family or I, you’ll be pretty hard-pressed to say ‘the wrong thing’. Yes, my daughter has Down syndrome…but once upon a time I didn’t have kids at all, I was just like all of those ‘regular’ people out there…and I remember that. I would much rather people say ‘the wrong thing’ than nothing at all.


Because of Heidi, I have learnt to accept most people who I just couldn’t understand/was afraid of before. I no longer have an issue talking to anyone who looks different or their parents. They are all just people, after all.



Has Down syndrome changed my life? Without a doubt. Would I want a Heidi without Down syndrome? Hell no.


Happy Heidi




Angry Heidi



Mischievous Heidi




Sad Heidi






Beautiful Blogger Award







So, my first ever award! I’m not sure if I’m excited or wary… Why would I be nominated? Had they run out of bloggers and I was a good filler? Maybe they really appreciate the 7 posts I’ve written on here? Ha, there’s that over-analytical me.

  • Write a little something about the Beautiful Blogger who nominated you. See below and don’t forget to go and check her out too.
  • Share 7 things about yourself.
  • Nominate for this award 7 worthy beautiful bloggers.

Nominated by an extremely talented and lovely blogger


I’ve only just recently started following her posts but from what I’ve seen she has an amazing way with words…you should really check her out! And thankyou, dearly, even if I was just a filler… 😉

7 things about me… Now, this will be rather difficult… My post on 11 things was possibly one of the hardest things I’ve done so far as I tend to be a pretty open book. Ask me a question, any question, I never shut down about anything… Not sure if that’s a flaw or not…

1. I over-think my vitamin consumption. I’ve just drunk a Berocca for the Vitamin B qualities. I don’t eat anything without thinking about the vitamins and minerals that they’re giving me. (e.g. I don’t think “mmm banana”, I think “oh yeah, potassium”…oranges (vitamin c), broccoli (vitamin K & folate), chicken (protein)…etc… Am I the only one?

2. I’ve started over 100 novels without ever finding an ending… I either get sick of it or I give up because I don’t want the experience to be over… Also, I’m looking for perfection, which I’ve found is completely unattainable… I MAY get there eventually…

3. I hate ‘Mrs. Brown’s Boys’, Metallica & Pork…and I know, everyone else loves them…

4. I love useless trivia. Like: The scales of a dinosaur feel the same as the backs of your nails as they’re made out of the same stuff, Keratin. And poking your tongue out is a sign of respect in Tibet.

5. I’m not-so-secretly in love with someone who looks like Robert Downey Jr. & Colin Farrell’s love child.


6. I am the most disorganised person on the planet. I have 3 calendars and 2 diaries which I write all of my appointments on/in and I still forget about them…

7. I’m a bird watcher…and if you’re not, that’s a deal-breaker.


7 amazing bloggers I’m nominating (without fillers, really, these guys are the best!)

1.  http://mittenskittens.wordpress.com/
2.  http://30andlearning.wordpress.com/
3.  http://adlibb3d.wordpress.com/
4.  http://hikingphoto.com/
5.  http://tearmatt.com/
6.  http://noahsdad.com/
7.  http://whereartthoublog.wordpress.com/


Now, my only issue…how exactly do I tell these people they’ve been nominated? I’m obviously new to this and have NO IDEA how to work majority of things…a little help, please? 😀



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