You know you're a teacher when...

OK, so here are some times in life when, as a teacher, you don't want to run into students you have previously taught:

The Slip Up #2

Not ONCE have I claimed that life - or this damn diet - was easy. If you say that I have, then I will seriously poke you in the eye with a fork. A big, fat, GREASY fork that is dripping in the juices of my failed attempt at restoring my health.

Sorry for the aggression friends, but I have officially had Slip Up #2. And my body HATES me for it right now. And honestly, I have possibly had a 'chick flick' kind-of moment where I took a good, hard long look in the mirror and just quietly hated myself.

I DID try to fight it however, so that counts for something, right???? RIGHT?!?!?

*NOTE* Please ignore ANY desperation you come across in this particular blog post. It is merely my lower intestine talking as it groans and churns in what can only be described as an attempt to make my life difficult and somewhat uncomfortable.

Belated Easter Greetings

Happy belated Easter y'all.

Hope you all celebrated and had a lovely weekend. Me? Well gosh, thank you SO much for asking. You really are a polite lot. I had a JAM-PACKED Easter experience that has left me exhausted and possibly a couple of kilos heavier than when I started.

Yep, the diet didn't get completely forgotten, but it did get shoved to the side like the ugly, younger sibling that no one ever really wanted. Including it's parents. Harsh, but true.

So "Ray" and I went camping with friends. Had a great time, got back to nature, watched a heap of kids scream and yell and innocently ride bikes around our camp site, thought of different ways to catch a kid by fashioning a trap of some sort...I am a teacher by trade, so it wouldn't have been dodgy. The catching of the kid I mean, not the fashioning of the trap. That would have been COMPLETELY dodgy considering I have NO concept of rope knots, cage-assembling and I tend to fluster under pressure. I mean, I nearly CRIED watching "Ray" put together an IKEA cupboard.


As usual, I digress...

The evidence that other people have funnier blogs than mine

Like I have said previously, I have been looking at other people's blogs. I've even decided to "follow" a few of them because they're good. And funny. And inspiring. And clearly, nothing like mine. One of the blogs I have been following, Just Making Convo, I only found recently but after reading one particular post, I was left NEARLY DEAD, as I was laughing so hard that I pretty much GAGGED on my own tongue. Yes. I said I GAGGED. ON. MY. TONGUE.


I know you don't believe me.

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???