Monday Fragments

I'm 'borrowing' this off Mrs 4444's from Half Past Kissing Time.
Only she does Friday Fragments, cause that makes more sense, but shhhhh. :)


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I have about 3 Christmas presents left to buy and then I'm done!! Hurrah!!
Then comes the wrapping, which I usually enjoy, but I'm just not looking forward to it.


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My Dad and My Step-mum got married recently. After 24 years together.
It was amazing. They looked so happy and it was a great day, and it was amazing.

Only downside? I got a MASSIVE migraine about halfway through and had to have a nap. :(
Luckily where they got married was a kinda camp-site (not as in tents as in cute cabins) had cabins and I could get a nap and not be noticed. :)
My sisters {2 of em} and I plus my brother were in the wedding party. And my older sister did all our hair {she's a proper hair dresser, ps.}

Here's a picture of my hair {and makeup, kinda}:


{total selfie, I know}


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I started a new job at the beginning of last month, and I'm a bit indifferent to it.
The people are completely different to my old team and I don't love it.
The work is different {and sometimes boring}, in comparison to my old team too. But this is an actual step into a career and not just a job, like my last one, so I guess that's ok.

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My dads dog had puppies two weeks before the wedding, {the day of the hens/bucks night actually} and I. AM. IN. LOVE.
Oh my gosh. They are so cute.
They were SO gross being born, but they are so cute.

Meet Franklin:


I want to hold him and love him, and have him live with me, and oh my goodness he is so cute.

There are others too, 8 in total, and if you are looking for a new puppy {or puppies}, they all need homes -- or at least that's what my dad is saying now, I think he is slowly falling in love with them too. :)
Part Lab, Part Ridge Back if anyone is wondering.


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Last one.
My older sister is preggers!!
She'll be 12 weeks the Monday or Tuesday before Christmas and its just a little bit exciting. :D

Marriage

...we never knows what goes on in someone's marriage.
We never know if it's a happy marriage or a charade.
We will never know if the 72 days was the most happy or worse days of someone's life.

And so we shouldn't judge.
But we do.

Why wouldn't we, we were 'forced' to watch this persons tv show, we were 'forced' to watch this persons relationship on their show, and we were 'forced' to watch the 2 wedding spectacular.

Oh, you weren't forced?
My mistake. The way everyone is going on about it, seems to me everyone had a gun to their head being made to watch it. All.

I get that 72 days isn't a whole lot.
I get that gay marriage is gonna ride on this train for a while -- the whole gays don't ruin marriage, KK's 72 days marriage does etc.

But we don't know.

It doesn't look good that she filed and he had no idea -- communication being one of theirs issues, I assume -- it doesn't look good that she flew to here within days of filing, leaving her husband alone.
But she did.

Marriage is hard.

And we never know what is going on in someone elses.

I don't 'get' Art.

....I also am terrible at taking selfies.


Yesterday the husband wanted to go to the Art Museum, cause there was some portrait exhibition on.

As it turned out we didn't know exactly where to go in the museum at first so started wandering.

This is when i discovered, i don't get art.

Here is an example of what we saw:



My first thought was, maybe they just got it and haven't had it put up on the wall yet.
Nope.
I was wrong.
That was the piece.
I don't get art.

Then i saw this and thought pretty!!




....it was in the kids section. You know where they sit and draw while the adults look at "proper" art. Yep.


Moving on....


The husband and I slowly decided to wander through the park on the walk back home, but we were so tired from walking to the museum and then around the museum, and from having to figure out what was actual art and not actual art, {I'll give you a hint, it was mostly all actual art, even the triangle within the square that was drawn DRAWN onto the wall}.
So we decided to rest on the grass for a little bit.

This is where I discovered that not only do I not "get" art, but i also can't take selfies.

Here are some examples of attempts from both myself AND the husband.

...Ignore the squinty eyes and the wrinkles, i was looking directly into the sun. Smart, i know.




























Im gonna end with my two favourites though.






So now you have seen my skills as a photographer.

#Please note, we were just using our phones, so Im gonna totally blame them. :)

Why?

I don't know if its like this everywhere, or just here, but i have two thoughts in my head and i want to know why its OK.


Why is is OK to make fun of "Rangas"?


##I know that using that term in this question is kinda odd, but bear with me.

This is kinda bought on by seeing this article, but more so the jokes that came after.
I don't have red red hair, but its turning that way. {As i was growing up my hair was brown brown, but naturally its tinting redder and redder}
My older sister had red/orange hair growing up and she copped terrible terrible hell with it, so much so, she dyed it as soon as mum let her and hasn't gone back.

My friend noticed my hair changing the other day and the way he looked at me was like, i don't know, not one of admiration. It wasn't nice.

I don't understand why people who have no control over what colour their hair may be should be bullied.

In the same note, there are blonde jokes, but I think that "ranga" jokes are meaner.

People want to be blonde, no one wants to be a red/orange head.


My next question is:

Why are women "supposed" to be curvy, and "big is beautiful" but someone who is naturally skinny always is "too" skinny?

##My question refers to naturally skinny females, not females who starve themselves/are not well etc.

Now, before i go any further, I'm small. Between a size 8-10 <6-8 US> which, {I've just seen apparently isn't as small as i thought it was...} is smaller then the average size here of 12.
Yet, when there is hoopla about national sizing/fashion week etc, its always the small girls who are in the wrong.

I've been small all my life. I've never been bigger then a 10, and i don't remember the last time i weighted more then 55kgs <120lbs> at my heaviest.
I can't help that. I eat terribly. So badly. But my weight just doesn't happen.

I've been told my whole life that when i turn 25/26/30 I'll get really fat and then I'll know blah blah blah.

And all i hear is how "Real Women have curves".
So not only am i too skinny, but I'm not a "real woman".

Who decided this? And why is it OK?

Bits and Pieces

I have loads of stuff to say, but i can't get it out of my head and through my hands onto the keyboard.
So i don't really know what this post will end up as.
I apologize in advance.


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I went to the doctors the other day.
I had to get the pill.
I'm married, just FYI, just in case you didn't know.
Its also winter time here, just keep that in mind.
I've been on the pill before also, just not in ages....
I haven't gotten it since going to these doctors.
Anyway...
I had gloves on when i went in there, so of course, my wedding ring was covered.
And of course, even though I'm 26, (yeah, ahuh, 26), i had to sit through the 'sexually active' lecture.
BLAH.
That was fun.



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My friend is having her engagement party this weekend.
Its a backyard engagement party.
In the west.
Where there will likely be a fire drum.
If you are on twitter, I'll likely be talking about it.
I don't know if it'll be good, or great or blah.
I just i don't know.
I like hanging out with that part of my past.
But then i feel like I'm SO different to them now as well, so i don't how it will be.


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AND THEN!!
The engagement party is on Saturday night.
Then on Monday morning, SUPER early, I fly down to Melbourne.
THEN!!
On Tuesday, we fly out to Bali!!
(The husband is flying to Melbourne on Saturday, to see his family, and I'm staying to go to the engagement party).
While it seems I'm super excited, I'm not sure i am just yet.
I'm excited about not having to go to work for almost 3 weeks.
I'm excited to be in the sun and not in the cold.
I'm excited to get another stamp in my passport, --which reminds me i need to find that--.
But I'm not sure if I'm quite excited about Bali yet.
We'll see.


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I really wish there was a change all option on the spellcheck here...

26

26 (twenty-six) is the natural number following 25 and preceding 27.


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26 is the only single number between a square (25 = 52) and a cube (27 = 33).[1]
A rhombicuboctahedron has twenty-six sides.
When a 3x3x3 cube is made of twenty-seven unit cubes, twenty-six of them are visible parts of the exterior layer of cubes.


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Twenty-six is a repdigit in base three (222) and in base twelve (22).
In base ten, 26 is the smallest number that is not a palindrome to have a square(26^2=676) which is a palindrome.
Twenty-six is the number of five-digit prime quadruplets, the first of which is {13001, 13003, 13007, 13009}.[2]


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छब्बीस
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The atomic number of iron
The number of spacetime dimensions in bosonic string theory.


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26 is the gematric number of the name of the God of Israel – YHWH
According to Jewish chronology, God gave the Torah in the 26th generation since Creation


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Twenty-six is:
A 2003 novel by Leo McKay, Jr..
The number of letters in the English and Interlingua alphabets, if capital letters are not distinguished from lowercase letters.
The number of miles in a marathon rounded down (26 miles and 385 yards).
The age at which males can no longer be drafted in the United States
The "joke throw" in the game of darts, where a player throws 20, 5 and 1 when aiming for 20 (or treble 20). In professional darts, throwing 26 usually results in sneers or laughter from the audience.
A dice game popular in the midwest United States from the 1930s to 1950s; players had to roll a chosen number 26 times or more, exactly 13 or fewer than 10.[3]
In a normal deck of cards, there are 26 red cards and 26 black cards.


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The number of Cantons of Switzerland.
The largest number of Oscars awarded to one person (Walt Disney).
The number of bones in the normal human Foot and Ankle

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And now, its the age I am now.

Good day was had.
Amazing presents were received.
Lots of love.

Pictures and winter and life

I'm writing this while watching "The Rachel Zoe Project" (only its the first ep of season 2, so before she got knocked up and i already know how its going to end... In fact as its going on, i think i may have even see this episode --yeah, i watch too much bad TV, you should know this by now--)


{North Sydney just before the bridge on the "good" side}


Moving on....

This week, I'm getting paid a bonus.
My first.
Ever.
I've been working since i was 14 (and 9 months --I be legal of course--), but have never, ever, ever receive a bonus.
Ever.
(FYi - for those wondering, I'm turning 26 at the beginning of July, if that helps)
While its not a lot, and most (some) of it is going to pay off part of my credit cards, its still like free money. Kinda like a tax return, which is ALSO coming up soon, so YAY!!



RAWR!
{This is the Ice Bear Project}



NEXT!!

Its my baby sisters 16th birthday this month.
She is turning 16.
She was born in 1995.

Next month its my baby brothers 18th (!!) birthday.
He was born in 1993.

They were born in the 90s, people.
And they are already turning significant ages.

Blows.
My.
Mind.




{This is from Vivid -- better last year in my opinion. It was spread out more and you got to see Sydney more. Might have been cause last year it wasn't raining and 1000s of people weren't there, but blah ---}



On that,
Its winter (now), and its been FREEZING!!
I've been working the late shift (11pm finish) and the early shift (7am starts), which means i get no sun on my way to/from work. I also get the coldest of the cold.
And i weigh 50 (ish) kgs {110llb?) so the wind goes RIGHT through me.
For some reason, my ears are always the coldest. No idea.
But I have kinda a small head, *shush* so most hats/beanies don't suit/fit me.
I've been wanting to get ear muffs (is there another name for them? That sounds kinda ....dirty).

So then yesterday, the husband bought some for me as a surprise!!
{and he cooked tea, so it was totally my night!}





{On the train just before 6am with my winter essentials -- FYI while they are fingerless gloves, they totally turn into mittens. Amazing --}



And while i thought i had one more thing to write about i don't.
Oh well.

Ps. That last photo is on the 'bad' (opposite side to the opera house) on the way home from work one night. Love Love LOVE Sydney. Couldn't imagine living somewhere else and being happy about it.






...All these photos are from my Instagram feed. Username renar27 if anyone is interested....

Tegan Lane

If you don't know this story, check out here first.

It's a terrible story. Honestly.
But I'm fascinated. A lot.
I like things like this.
Murder and rape and torture and intrigue.
It's terrible to have to explain to people about the books I'm reading --of which this is probably the most "tame"--

There is no good way for this story to turn out.
But no one is talking.

Either she had this poor child and killed/murdered/"got rid of" her, and deserves to be locked up,
OR
She gave this poor child up, to someone. And she is being put away for something she didn't do.

I'm fascinated.

What makes someone do this?
What makes someone have *several* abortions in her teens/early twenties?
What makes someone think that she can become pregnant and not tell the fathers?
What makes someone give 2 beautiful babies up for adoption with no regard for the Childs or the fathers choice of knowing? **I think the fathers and adopted kids know of and have met each other but don't quote me**
What makes someone keep this all a secret?
What kind of pressure did she have on her?
What kind of pressure did she put on herself?
What if Tegan is out there wondering?
IF Tegan is out there, is she ok?
Is her family keeping her a secret? .
IF she is out there, what makes a family keep this a secret and allows someone to be put away for a long time for something they didn't do?

Like I said,
I'm fascinated.

So...

**I apologize in advance for the mess that this post is going to be, but welcome to my brain at the moment**


Stuff is happening on the working front.
I dunno if its good stuff.
I hope its good stuff, but it has to be secret stuff for the moment.
At least until Tuesday.
Then i hope i will be happy.
I hope.
A lot.
A lot a lot.
Basically put it this way, if you are the praying type, please keep me in your thoughts.
I wouldn't normally ask, and I'm not being selfish, trust me. Trust me, I'm not.
I don't want to share just yet, but I may after Tuesday.


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In other news, hopefully in June, i will have paid a heap onto one of my credit cards, and it will be nearly gone.
People, this just leaves 2 left (not including the husbands one).
I would've paid more then half my debt off!!
(**Note** This relates to the work thing, so hopefully, hopefully this is still feasible.


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Ever had bed bugs?
I have. In my old, old, old house, and it was terrible.
Ever had chicken pox?
I have. Twice. It was just as awesome.
Now, i have neither of those right now, but I have the same annoyance in being itchy.
Ever had to use Aristocort?
I am now.
I have no idea what it's supposed to do, except make me stop scratching myself in my sleep to the point of bleeding - no, I'm not kidding or over exaggerating - but I'm not sure its working yet. If any of you out there have any encouragement with this, i would really love it.
To be honest, i just want to wake up with no more random scratches on me. :(


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It was my grandmas birthday last week.
My dads mum.
My dads dad passed away a lot time ago. Maybe 8 years ago.
My grandmas tough. And strong. And great.
I love my dads family. Mostly.
A lot.
I love that i happened to have a day off, so that i could spend the day (or part of it) with her and them.
She turned 80, or 78 or 74.
No one was really sure. Including her, mostly.
My grandma said her birth certificate says she was 80, but my dad and his brother, (my uncle) both said differently.
I love that that part of my family can spend the day insulting each other and that is love.
Love.
I love that we are drink (mostly) and have tattoos (mostly) and are all about the kids.
I realised that day that my dad wants to be a grandfather.
Or at least his face says he does.
My cousin had her (younger then 1) baby, and his face showed that he wanted to hold the baby, but the girls and the gays were always the first the baby went to.
But when dad held him, my gosh, his face changed.
It makes me sad that i can't give that to him now.
But not yet. Maybe soon. But that's all reliant on the first thing i wrote about...
Gosh, i love days spent with my family.





Now, I must go to bed, even though its only 10, and even though the husband is out partying, cause even though its Saturday tomorrow (oh! and the world is going to end...) i have work.
Its actually only my Tuesday today. Sigh.

I don't get it....

This post will probably bring disgust and shame on you and all the other stuff, but I need to say it somewhere and no one is allowing me to IRL.

I don't get it.

I think that Obama is great (although not MY president, (cause I'm obviously not in the US, not because I wouldn't choose him) so my opinion is only based on what I see and not how it affects me), and I think that a lot of what he does our PM would like to be there with him.
But I don't get it.

He killed (or arranged the killing cause he didn't exactly do it himself, now) of Osama. And that's great.

But.... It doesn't end the wars.
It doesn't bring our soldiers (ALL our soldiers, not just the US troops he was referring to in his speech), home. It doesn't make them safe where they are. And to be honest, it doesn't exactly make us safe at home here either.

I think it actually kinda makes it worse.

Won't his underlings want to step up? Won't they want to avenge his death? Won't that (possibly) cause more fear?

I didn't understand the dancing in the streets that was going in the US when it was announced.
Yes, he was the 'mastermind', but he was still only one man.
His death doesn't automatically stop all the fear and craziness in the world.

Did it work with Saddam?

Now, I'm not the most religious person (anymore) but I have a lot of Christian friends and yesterday, I counted 1, just 1 person who wasn't delighted at the death of another person.
Again, I do understand who he is, but he is still just ONE man.


My friend posted this:



And this



And she was alone in this thinking.

Or at least fb status wise.

I just don't get it.

**please note: the reason I wasn't 'allowed' to say this IRL was because people had different opinions to me and weren't allowing me to express mine. I don't mind if you have a different opinion, we aren't robots for gosh sakes, but please don't disallow other opinions also**

Oh, ps. Was it grand or was it grand that he interrupted The Apprentice. Te he he he.

Realisations

**Please note, I was awake til about 5am last night *and may have had a lot to drink* and its now 8am, i don't know why my body hates sleep today, all i know is that it does, let me apologize in advance**

So my husband turned 30 yesterday, and while he didn't want to celebrate it (except when it came to presents), that was cool. I was going to write a post on that, but its basically i got him an ipad, (cause I'm the best wife in the world), and a book he wanted, and a DVD that he bought and didn't tell me about, and some $$$ for comics. Best wife in the world right here.
My other friend had a party, and the husband decided that we were going to that.

Anyway, i wrote a post last night while i was lying in bed, on my phone, with one eye needing to be shut, cause otherwise i wouldn't have been able to see anything. And while it was full of misspellings, and in no form will be copied and pasted here, the premise is going to be. (is premise even the right word?!? - i don't even know)

I've realised that I don't really have the ability to talk to males, who I a) don't know (or at least not without a distraction b) males who i think may be attracted to me (again at least not with a distraction c) who I'm attracted to.
Give me a guy who knows I'm not available, a guy i have to work with, or a gay and I'm down. I can have conversations all night long.
But any of the other three, and i will make an excuse, any excuse to either talk about anything apart from myself, (or him) or make an excuse to leave the conversation. Just so i don't have to feel awkward.

I also hate HATE small talk. Or at least with people i don't know. I'd prefer to sit in silence with people i do know.

So anyway, last night, i noticed this guy notice me (please note, this is an option a) and b) issue here, not an option c) issue).
He seemed polite and while he introduced himself, (after a female friend was checking him out), i introduced myself *I'm not rude, gosh* and basically made an excuse to introduce said female friend. Who then said i was married, (no lie and i was thankful) and while i was talking to her about it, *kinda rudely, shut up*, he walked away.

But then later, he came back, and reintroduced himself and basically tried to converse with me, and i *rudely* made an excuse to go (upstairs, but really i just wanted to not be there).

Now, there was nothing wrong with this boy, (from the 5 seconds of conversation i had with him), but i just found it so awkward, that i wanted to do anything to end the awkward.

And i don't know why.
I have this issue with guys that I'm attracted to as well.
I can talk to everyone around them, but one on one, (at least when people are around), pffft. Nothing. Give me any excuse.
I'm 15 again.

It sucks.

And at this time i had had a ton to drink (PS. two litres of Vodka and a litre of Midori were taken to be shared with 4 people. It all was gone which is why I'm home at all), so i can't even say i didn't have dutch courage, (again, is that even the right word?!?)

Like i said, it sucks.


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In other news, apart from that, i had a fantastic night.
I can't even remember the last time i went out drinking (partly trying to save money, partly I'm 50 and i don't like to get shit faced every weekend like other 25 year olds, partly i live in the middle of the city, so i see the drunks and the aftermath of the drunks every weekend).
But my gosh, i had a fantastic night.
I was with people i love (mostly), and while i didn't know some/most of the people, it was fun nonetheless.
AND!!
The best part of all, although i did drink a heck of a lot, and slept a teeny bit, my head is fine, not feeling hung over even a little.
I am a bit thirsty though.

Good times!

Lest We Forget

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

Today is ANZAC day.
And as I'm writing this i can hear the bugle playing at the war memorial that's down the street. Chilling.
I shouldve been down there for the dawn service, but woke too late. Slack.

When i was younger i never really got today or Remembrance day.
I mean I always 'celebrated' them, at school and was made to be silent at home and stuff. But i never really got them.
When i was at school, it was just a time to sit for a minute in kid silence, (which was never silence at all, to be honest, someone always had to cough or sneeze or laugh), even in high school.

But now, i think about all the differences that couldve happened had it not been for those brave men (and women, who although they weren't in the war, they were brave at the home fronts). I think about if it was my dad lost on the Gallipoli beach, or my Pop. Or if it was them who came home and were different.

I don't know if my family had a part in any of the wars to be honest, I've never heard anyone speak about it and I've never asked. i don't know if that would make today any more or less severe for me now. I don't know if it would've made a difference when i was a kid.

I just know that I'm glad that those men (and women) were so brave then, so that i could be who i am now.

And while it will never be enough, I want to thank them.

So Thank You.
Thank You to the Men who fought and are still fighting on the war fields.
Thank You to the Men who fought and are still fighting the demons they got.
Thank You to the Women who stayed and braved those lonely nights, not knowing, hoping and Thank You to the Women who still do that today.
Thank You to the Families who were different after. Thank You for allowing your Fathers, Sons, Brothers bravery to save me, even if it meant a sacrifice to your life.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.
Lest We Forget.