Getting there.

Well my food, exercise and study routine's have gone out the window the last week but my packing is coming along nicely. I've basically packed everything that I can pack apart from the stuff we use every day, ie clothes, kitchen/bathroom and laundry stuff. The house is a maze of packing boxes and the shed is also filling up fast.

I'm not hiring professional removalists as my workmates have offered to help me move so I'm going with it (will save about $400) and I've called on a few other friends to help ferry stuff back and forth in their cars. Frustrating thing is I'm moving about 200m up the road..that is all, but the packing still needs to be done.

I'm actually looking forward to the move now. Quite excited about it. What started out as a frikkin' nightmare has now turned into an adventure. I just got on top of things and got stuff sorted as soon as I could and now I can concentrate on my studies.

Yes I've left my uni stuff til the last minute but it's the way I always seem to work and I still get there in the end. I do really need to pull my finger out now though or it will be a struggle. Moving on 10th October so need to get my maths assignment finished and my presentation research done by then. I'm worried about my internet re-connection being delayed but I can always go into work to do my research if necessary.

So that's it. Fitness and nutrition have just been hit and miss past few days. Expecting a big spike on the scales for Thursday's weigh in as have been over indulging on the carbs and the salt (and it's TTOM) but fine with it as have different priorities right now and I know it's only temporary.

Really really looking forward to the end of semester. I can finish unpack, set up my new gym (in the garage) and get stuck into 3 months of full on training over summer so I will be strong and fit for first semester next year. Until then I'll just stick to my low carb diet and concentrate on getting the fat off my bits.

Ok...bed.

For my nerds.....

Fifth Element - one of the best sci fi movies.....EVER!

If you wax it, he will come.

Yes it IS wishful thinking.

Although, last time I wrangled some sex I was totally unprepared...and that worked.

Damn...to wax or not to wax?

I need to ponder...

Same ol'

Not much to report today. Packed all weekend. Supposed to be studying all week but all I'm doing is thinking about packing..thinking about studying.

Taking tomorrow off work to try and get my maths assignment done..then all that needs doing for maths is to cram like all hell the week before the exam.

It's my other unit I am worried about as I have to give a presentation, write a frikkin' research report and do weekly 'reflections' on each tutorial topic....haven't started ANY of that yet and it's all due within 2 or 3 weeks of me moving house. MUST finish the maths and start researching or I will be IN THE POO.

Weight wise, still trying to get rid of a kilo fluid I put on over the weekend. Been eating a few too many carbs since then so it's been taking a while to come off. Will cut right back to just protein and greens today and see how I go for my weigh in tomorrow. Would really love to hit the 75's this week.

Wish it would stop raining so I could do some BLOODY WASHING!!! grrr.

Bye.

A conversation with my daughter

The following is a transcript of a conversation between myself and my 13 year old daughter, in the car, on the way to their dad's place. I was explaining to the kids that they had to try and act surprised when he told them he was getting back with his skanky girlfriend ...cos I already told them (after he told me not to).

Alex: Why does dad have to get back with her?

Frankie: Because he wants sex.

Alex: Can't he just get a hooker?

Frankie: (PMSL) I think he also wants someone to cook him dinner.

Alex: We'll don't they have hooker chef's?

Ethan: Idiot.

The end.

PS - above photo is self portrait Alex took, copying a Gemma Ward magazine cover. She had a whole make-up studio/photo shoot thing happening in the bathroom...seriously I have no fucking idea what the hell is going on in my house anymore!

Thirteen isn't what it used to be. At that age I was wearing puffy sleeved tops and denim skirts with little farmhouses on them accessorised by long socks and dunlop volley's. Here is ME at 13 (1978).

Could my teeth BE any bigger???

I got the place!!!

Whoooo hoooo!!!! If you are one of my Facebook friends you will already know by now that I GOT THE PLACE!!!

I cannot tell you how relieved I am. I thought I was on the verge of something pretty close to a frikkin' breakdown by lunchtime today as put my application in yesterday morning and hadn't heard anything yet. I was in full panic attack mode, couldn't breathe and was getting dizzy spells (seriously).

Thing is, I had some financial issues a couple of years ago which put a big blotch on my credit check and was sure I would be rejected as a bad risk for a landlord. So I've been absolutely beside myself worrying that no-one would want me as a tenant.

But, turns out they were just waiting for confirmation of my employment (which my buddy Spiffo was happy to supply them with this morning). I haven't paid rent a day late in the last 8 years since my divorce and was given great references by my past and current landlords and also glowing personal references from a couple of friends who live in the area (who lied their arses off about how tidy I keep the place and how responsible I am.....hahahaha!)

I really can't thank everyone enough. Oh and thanks also to gorgeous Flea for her help too. The thank-you's will be continuing for a while as I take up everyone's offers of help to pack and move etc.

Fuck me I've got some brilliant friends. Seriously...I don't have masses of friends, but the ones I have are very special.

Geeez.. getting teary now. Just waiting for my physio appointment in half an hour then going to have a nice glass of red and relax.

Uh-oh..the kids are home...better tell them the good news!!!

Day 61 of 100

77kg

Things are going well on the fat loss front. Weight has been the same last few of days but body fat has been going down every day so - whooo hooo!

I haven't been doing my cardio but did weights on the weekend and lots of packing and lifting which is no doubt where the body comp changes have really come in as I've been using a lot of muscle.

Had a look at a couple of places last night. More than I can really afford but no choice in it. I am putting in an application this morning for a place just at the top of our street so wish me luck! It will be such a relief to get somewhere nearby. Not the prettiest place though. I've been spoiled the last few years with lovely polished jarrah boards in both my rentals but this place has cream carpet (which is looking really grotty) but I am sure I can transform the place into a home in no time.

It's very big with a garage that has room for my car AND all my weights gear so I won't have to get rid of anything. The three bedrooms are also big and the kitchen is going to be a luxury (old but big). Best thing is it's a LONG term investment property so hopefully we won't have to move for quite a few years. Going to try and move in around 9th of next month so I can be settled in before all my assignments etc are due.

Just want to take this opportunity to thank all my wonderful friends, especially those I work with (and used to work with) eg Mowgli, Lara Croft, Spiffo, The Riddler and The One Formerly Known as Miss Moneypenny (who was my saviour last time). I've had so many offers of assistance with regard to moving, boxes, money - Office Food Wanker even slipped me a $50 the other day to help with expenses (he's not so much of a Food Wanker now either). My workmates really are like family to me xxx

On that note I will bugger off.

Zombiefied

So for Hump Day I got a core biopsy on my left breast. Didn't hurt 'cos I'd slathered Emla cream on it beforehand and didn't even feel the local when they gave it to me. They ended up doing a fine needle aspiration AND the core biopsy which was a lot of digging around in my poor breast and the sensation was not a nice one. I had to walk around the rest of the day with an ice pack stuffed in my bra and it's going to be pretty bloody sore and bruised tomorrow.

Oh yeah..the zombie. Well that's what I feel like at the moment. I've been desperately needing a good night's sleep for a couple of weeks now and will try again tonight.

I was up past midnight last night looking for rentals on the internet. I don't know why. They were all the same ones that were up on there yesterday morning, and all the same ones that were on there this afternoon. Too small and too expensive.

I really need to try to not focus purely on the move as I still need to study and really need to get back into training as I've not done anything for two weeks. Anyway, that's all. Hopefully that's my last rant for a while. I hope to have my shit together by the end of the week but that has to start with some good quality sleep so I'm going to finish watch the Sarah Connor Chronicles and get to bed.

Nite all.

Well today sucked...

...TOTALLY sucked.

Was still on a high from yesterdays exam, got ready for work, skipped to the mailbox and found a bloody letter from the rental agent advising my lease would not be renewed at the end of October.

I called them when I got to work and was advised that the house had been sold and was being bulldozed. Oh.

Then, I finally managed to get in contact with the selling agent (different bloody real estate agencies) and he advised that ..ooops. the guy who he thought was an investor, and who I let through the house last week bought the house. However, turns out he's not got his Australian residency yet, which means he's not allowed to own an investment property. So, he is going to buy the place and leave it vacant til everything goes through and then bulldoze it next year.

The bloody place could sit vacant up to a year and I'm out on my fucking arse!!

The agent said he tried to talk him into some sort of arrangement for me to stay here and pay him 'cash' but he didn't want to 'break the law'. Fucker.

But..while I was on a Poo Cherry to Pearls 'roll' I decided that all things WILL be positive and proceeded to call and email all my friends so they could convince me why. I am now convinced.

I have to be out by 29 October, which is a week after all my final assignments are due (so I will basically be presenting my final assessment and then having the removalists in the next day). I don't know how I'm going to prepare for a 20 minute talk while packing up my life but it's got to be done. Then two more weeks til exams.

Needless to say I'm starting early. Going to try and get my 3 assignments done ASAP and do a bit of packing every day. The main problem will be actually finding a place we can afford that is still not too far from the schools.

Oh well, that's that I guess. Can't do much about it so just have to get on with it.

On a brighter note I ended up with a 92% for my maths exam so I'm trying to focus on that. It was worth 30% of final mark so I've made a good start.

Ok..got so much to organise and lists lists lists ....

Cya

Sweet Relief

Oh.My.God. I am SO glad that's over.

Had my mid-semester maths exam this morning and I am relieved beyond words....'cept for all the words I am going to write now.

I got about 4 weeks behind in my studies..as I do every semester and then had to rush to catch up. Unfortunately that does not work with MATHS. If you miss one lecture or tutorial (yeah I wagged a couple) you have no fucking idea what they are talking about in the next tutorial.

All the lessons build on each other so by the time we had our 'mock' exam two weeks ago - I got NOTHING correct. Actually it was worse than that - I didn't even know what I was supposed to do with the numbers.

Frikkin' quadratic equations and factoring and converting to binary and...my most feared foe....simultaneous equations (although I did have a dream about them the other week and woke up thinking I knew how to do them..when in fact I only knew how to do them IN MY DREAM).

I have spent the last 2 weeks cramming like a motherf*cker and finally collapsed in a heap last night unable to understand the last two chapters and unable to actually remember any of the previous chapters I had worked on.

I woke up at 4am (FAAARK!) and cried again..well actually I was too tired to cry, I kinda just sat in my comfy chair while my tear ducts dry retched. I tried again to work on the last two chapters but then thought "fuck it" as it was 3 hours to exam time and if I didn't know it then I was never gonna know it.

I try not to study for the hour or two before an exam. I find it can make me very tired. So I just sat and watched TV for an hour and tried to get my mind to calm down.

Got to the exam and there were all the little Vegemite's studying madly, trying to force some extra formulas into their little heads before exam time. Again.."fuck it"...and sat there with my eyes closed, trying to catch a few more zzzz's.

I was basically packin' it. I didn't think I'd fail but I was sure I'd only just pass (and it was worth 30% of the final mark). But then something happened. A weird kinda calm came over me. I just started working my way through.

When I got to a couple of the longer equations I just stared and thought "WTF?" but then, suddenly, I started seeing patterns in the numbers and things started popping out at me and whizzing around in my head......

I kid you NOT, it was like an episode of that TV Show 'Numb3rs'. Very surreal.

Then I was done. I couldn't believe I was the 3rd person to finish. I felt like I got everything right, although I'm sure I didn't, but I think I did pretty bloody well. I guess I will know when the results come in (no idea when that is).

So I am here..collapsed in my chair. Thinking I should workout. Thinking I should do.... something.

But I'm not going to DO anything.

Urban Dictionary

He he...I've applied to have Poo Cherry added to the Urban Dictionary.

Quickie

Ok yeah I know I said I was blogging again, but now that I want to, I'm having trouble finding the time.

No kids this weekend but studying for a maths exam Monday that is worth 30% so that's pretty much all I'll be doing.

The FOR SALE sign went up on the verge yesterday so that was fucking lovely to come home to. Nothing much I can do so just trying to breathe through it.

I'm just hanging out for next weekend when the Home Open is over and I get to watch Brad Pitt and his mates splatter some brains around during Tarantino's apparently loose interpretation of World War 2. That's bound to make me feel better.

Gotta get back to it so here's a hair photo for Kerry and Sandra.

Pearls out of Poo Cherries

Geez I've been such a big fucking sook.

Seriously, I don't know what's wrong with me lately.

I've gotten through these last eight years since my divorce, on my own with the kids and work and bloody study. How did I do that?? By making a choice to take every 'negative' thing that comes along, any 'uncomfortable' change to my life or routine, and find the positive in it.

So that's what I've done...and I've gotten through. But, what did I do this time with the massive Poo Cherry (house being sold) and the subsequent Poo Fucking Meteors being launched at me??? I chuck a sooky la la and hide away from all you gorgeous folk who I know actually do give a crap.

Not that my 'real life' friends don't, they are the BEST but my bloggy friends are awesome too (even you lurkers, you know who you are).

So I'm dragging myself out from under my rock and just gonna start talking about it again. I really need to. By 'it' I just mean my life..nothing major, just the usual drama and absurdities. I've actually even found a positive in all the stress and inconvenience of having complete strangers wander through my home.

Everything and everyone happens for a reason so I'm going to just go with it and see where I end up. Change is scary, but it can also be exciting.

But, can't stay on here now as I've taken the day off to study (I mean work from home if Spiffo or The One formerly known as Miss Moneypenny reads this) for a mid-semester maths exam Monday, so I shall fill in the blanks later.

Gawd seems like forever since I wrote and I feel like a load has been taken off already. Thanks for all your messages and for checking up on me guys, and special positivity being sent out to Ms Raechelle xxxx

Me.

Oh and PS my hair is looking totally awesome.

PPS - please click here for definition of Poo Cherry.