Please Marry My Boy...or break up with him a week after filming. I don't mind.

I didn't think I would be using my blog to vent about TV-related issues, seeing as I seem to have so much else going on in my life at the moment (what, with all the not working and using my spare time to blog about myself going on), but I recently became involved with a TV show that finished a few days ago and I have been left feeling somewhat unsatisfied and, shall I say it...disillusioned.

I'm NOT leaving without my havaiana...

...is EXACTLY what I said to my dog, Marley, when I was in the car park at the beach earlier today.

I need to be honest with everyone right now. I'm a "talk-to-myself-because-I'm-the-only-one-who-understands" type of girl. Yes, I'm the one you see at the shops discussing at length with herself about what type of lettuce to buy, whether to get more bananas or apples this week and justifying (loudly) to myself the reasons why it's OK for an adult to get kids mandarins (they have no seeds. NO. SEEDS!) 

International Super Star

Well, looks like I've made the big time, folks.


Firstly, I'd like to thank God, for putting me on this earth and for, in his infinite wisdom, creating the all-amazing, all-wondrous creation: the BLOG.


Secondly, I must thank my parents for obviously giving me life and also for continuing to eat all my favourite sugary delights in front of me, inspiring me to create this blog instead of turning to a life of crime and spending thousands on therapy and defence lawyers.


Lastly, I must give thanks to the country that made this all happen. I may be Australian born-and-bred, but it has been across the ocean where the love has been truly felt. 


Yes friends, it has happened. I am becoming a bit of a celebrity. I'm thinking I'm currently a G or H Grade, but I hope to move up the ranks to at least a E or F grade by end of next week. And where, I can hear you asking, will the paparazzi be camped out, waiting for yours truly to be stepping out???

Blog Envy

So it's been a while since I last updated - apologies to the few people who actually gave a damn. But see, I've had a slight problem when it comes to blogging. It's sorta the same problem I've had my whole life and it's what has lead me to be, well, not a complete fatty-boom-bah, but what I like to think of as a cuddly teddy bear that is full of love, laughs, hopes and dreams. It's OK, I can hear you saying it now: Oh, I see, it's not fat. It's hopes and DREAMS that she's storing like it's a recession or something...

What IS this magical thing that has pranced MERRILY around me like a gay fairy all my life?

The Slip-Up

Oh Colonel, you are SO FREAKING HARD to resist.

You ol' minx, you...

So I'm nearly 2 whole weeks into my "new diet" and tonight I caved. I've been so very very very good. AND it's been a busy couple of weeks. Last week, I had my cousin's engagement party and I managed to resist the spring rolls, calamari rings and mini burgers (which my Dad un-apologeticaly ate RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE while giving me the "Sorry darl, feel for ya but just don't love you enough to pretend I'm not enjoying this snack-sized delight" look.

"The Change"

Don't worry, I'm not about to start harping on about THAT "change"...you know, the one that tends to happen when your ovaries decide to shrivel up. I'm only 27, and while the constant heat waves here in Adelaide have caused me to have hot flushes like my menopausal mother, I am in fact talking about another type of change I am about to be forced into undertake. 

First. Post. Ever.

OhmygodIhaveablog.

Soooo....erm, hello world. It's nice to finally meet you all. I'm Heidi, I'm 27 years old and I'm your host. I am the said diabetic drama queen. The diabetic part is because, well...it's quite self explanatory, really. I'm a type 1 diabetic and have been for nearly 20 years. The drama queen part is because I like to carry on somewhat and when I'm getting serious I tend to rely on THE CAPS LOCK TO EMPHASIS MY POINT. Yep, you're gonna be reading a lot of that.