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Great Ocean Road Marathon Festival 2015

This weekend we headed down to Apollo bay on the Great Ocean Road so that husb could take part in the Great Ocean Road marathon festival.
He was doing the half marathon which was 23k, well actually the half is 21k but they make you carry on for a further 2k afterwards to get to the finish line in Apollo Bay. I’m not sure why they don’t just move the finish line so that you actually do the right distance but whatevs.
Now some of my more avid readers (are there any left?!?) may remember husb doing this race before, and you may remember that our accommodation was slightly less than impressive. In fact I thought I was going to be murdered in my bed if you recall? You can read about that here. And also Here. Well you’ll be pleased to know that this time our accommodation was all together more pleasant. We stayed at Apollo Bay cottages which were lovely and did the job nicely thank you. Complete with roaring fire (and comfy socks).


 I was slightly concerned on the journey up that we may have a chunder incident due to the combination of lots of lollies from the birthday party the Bear had attended that morning, coupled with husbs crazy driving the windiness of the Great Ocean Road, and it was these I thought, that would not make a good combo.

Turns out I needn’t have worried about the Bear at all – he was right as rain. . . . .

Nope, it was the other one I should have worried about.
I’ll say one thing for the baby Bear – she is a quiet vomiter, horribly, horribly smelly, but quiet as a mouse. In fact I would hardly have known she’d been sick at all if it hadn’t been for the fact that she pebble dashed the iPad that the Bear was watching who then proceeded to scream that she had vomited everywhere.

Of course there was also the cloying sweet smell of stomach bile and partially digested fruit bar that then proceeded to permeate into the fibres of the car that gave me the next clue. Let me tell you, attempting to clean car sick off a velour car seat with the last 2 remaining baby wipes is no mean feat!
I’m also pretty sure that the receptionist at our accommodation was going to report us for child neglect when we rocked up with a boy child with no shoes on, a girl child with no top on and a car stinking of sick!
Awesome! – We have totally got this parenting gig nailed!

However, moving on, husb smashed the half marathon. He finished in a time of 1.36 compared to 1.51 when he did it last time. The timing last time was probably something to do with him not wanting to return to our house from hell but hey ho! He was awesome!



I went to the cafe – you’ll never guess what happened next . . . . .

I had a coffee!

What a story eh!

Don’t you just love those click fodder titles though, I saw one the other day and the title was something ridiculous like the one above and turned out to be such a non-story. Well let me assure you people I have one helluva story for you.

Keep reading . . . . .

So I am currently into my weight training ‘it’s all about dem gainz people, it’s all about dem gainz’.

Coupled with this, I am also currently studying to be a Personal Trainer  – I have nearly finished my Cert iii actually and have my practical assessment this weekend. In addition I am also following a Paleo(ish) diet.

Anyway part of my training regime involves me ensuring that I am getting enough protein in order to grow my little baby muscles but I really struggle with the traditional protein shakes (they taste gross) so I have jumped on the ‘Bulletproof’ bandwagon and now after I have been to the gym I make myself a Bulletproof coffee in my mixer shaker thing.

For those unfamiliar with the Bulletproof concept  – you basically put grass fed butter, MCT/Coconut/Brain Octaine Oil and whatever else takes your fancy, into your coffee, whizz it up and Bobs your Uncle –  Bulletproof a go go! Weird as it sounds it tastes really creamy and I have developed a bit of an obsession with it. So much so I have started adding my protein powder to it as well and having it as a post workout protein hit.

So far so weird?!!!

To continue, and provide some background for this story I must let you know that I am currently typing this (while I should be studying) in a busy cafe soaked from head to foot in Bulletproof!

As is everyone in the immediate vicinity to me.

What happened? Well let me fill you in. I’ll be honest,  my obsession got dangerous. I took my trusty shaker to the cafe, ordered my long black with extra hot water, poured it carefully into the shaker, started to shake and  . . . . .



I thought the top was closed, it was,  but the hot water created some sort of non vacuum meaning hot coffee, butter, oily mixture sprayed all over me and all over every.single.person sat within a 2cm radius of me.

I am sitting here mortified,

stinking of coffee, and,

attempting to style it out!

N.b Very difficult to style it out when you, all those around you and all of your hard written notes, are covered in coffee.


On a side note though  – Give Bulletproof a try it’s awesome.

And wish me luck for Sunday!

Right I’m going for a shower.

This time last year . . .(Better late than never)

So now that I’m sort of back on track with the Ol’ blog age I realised that I have a number of blogs in my drafts and I am not sure why I didn’t post them. 

So I thought, better 5 months late than never eh! Hopefully after reading it you’ll feel that missing void that you could never quite put your finger on, has been filled. 

Or you’ll wonder why I bothered – but still hey ho here we go! 

Things were so different when I look back to this time last year.

Last year baby Bear was just 9 days old so a lot of it is actually a bit of a blur in my memory due to the multiple night wakings, cluster feedings and having only just been released from hospital.

I remember Christmas Day last year being a pretty quiet one. Husb basically single handedly ran the Christmas show while I was attached the sofa all day with a tiny baby attached to me.

This year was a whole load of different, the Bear was so much more into the whole Santa thing even more than last year. This year he understood it all so much more and he has been singing Christmas songs since the 1st December.

And the baby Bear is her own little person now, she still doesn’t get the present business, so the Bear basically got to open 2 lots of presents under the premise of ‘helping’ her, but it was all very cute.

It was  a small one – just the four of us and given the fact that my mum has just returned to the UK after visiting us  it was quiet.

This is when I miss being in the UK, missing out on the big family get togethers, catching up with old old friends.

An aussie Christmas takes a bit of getting used to, the heat is just – weird!

Merry Christmas xxxx

I’m still here . . .

So, long time no see, or hear, or in fact any form of communication at all. 

My Bad – Soz!

You’ve probably either

a) completely forgotten about me or

b) wondered if I have disappeared off the face of the planet


b) then a)

Well, you’ll be ecstatic so see that I am in fact still around.

The truth of it is that organisation is not one of my key strengths and I’ve had quite a lot going on of late so the blog was the thing to suffer – then I got out of the habit of doing it, then I had not been into it for so long, I couldn’t remember my password, then I inputted the wrong one 3 times and well you get the gist eh!

Still its all good – here I am.

Aaaaanyway, moving on from my (very slight) blog hiatus in the time that I have not been blogging, I’ve changed.

Yes, it has been a while and it was the other day that I realised, when looking in the mirror, that I no longer recognise myself.


My sister has been staying with us, she’s gone home now boo, sad face etc but we decided to go out for a meal together on her last night to say bye and get drunk.

Now I don’t get out very often, so the prospect of going out for a nice meal was very exciting and despite it being a school night, I thought I’d doll myself up a bit in honour of the occasion.

I showered etc and was about to apply my ‘bombshell’ makeup when I realised that my skin was the colour of mushroom soup and looked as dry as the outback. Quickly realising that no amount of brightening foundation was going to sort it  out I thought I would give myself a quick face scrub to slough off all the dead skin and attempt to bring it to life.

Unfortch, no face scrub left – dammit.

So next best thing, I fashioned together a detoxifying facial scrub from my kitchen cupboard.

Yep, thats right – the kitchen.

Next thing I know I have a thick sticky combo of mashed avocado, coconut oil and himalayan rock salt smushed all over my face!

I’ve got to be honest – I’m not entirely sure what possessed me, but I scrubbed away until I could scrub no more (and drew some blood – oops) before finally rinsing off to reveal bright shining and red raw skin underneath.

I may have gone a touch overboard.

Still, onwards and upwards, I moisturised and applied my makeup as usual and I’ve got to say the end result wasn’t half bad. . . .

But . . . .

And there is always a but . . . .

I may have overdone it with the salt, my lips stung a lot. Giving a whole new meaning to the term ‘beestung lips’, plus – and this is not an insignifacant one, all my food tasted like salt,

Salty chicken liver pate anyone?

Can I tempt you with salty venison?

How about salty pistachio souffle?

Still, it wasn’t all bad, at least we got some money off our bill – I mean it’s not my fault the chef can’t season the food properly is it?



We made it! – the first year.

Today is not just 17th December 2014.
Today is the very special day that we celebrate

welcoming our beautiful little baby girl into the world.
image1 year ago this very day our second baby came hurtling into the world at a speed of knots.
One minute I was making mince pies and giving them to the Bear to sample and the next I was in full on labour, trying to hide it from him while giving him his dinner and waiting for husb to get home from work.

Fab mincers if I do say so myself.

Fab mincers if I do say so myself.

I remember very clearly how I felt at every point of that time, from the first is it/Isn’t it? contractions to the full on (almost birth) in the back of the car. To getting to the hospital and pushing her out all within 15 minutes.image
I remember the unconditional love I was flooded with as I looked into her dark eyes and for a few moments I lost myself in those deep eyes. I remember just staring and staring at this perfect little bundle we’d created.image

And now, we are celebrating her 1st Birthday in the beautiful Whitsundays.
How did that happen? imageAll I did was blink and suddenly she’s nearly walking she’s her own little person and my heart is filled with love to bursting point every time I look at her and her gorgeous big Bear brother.

imageHappy 1st Birthday my Angel, Florence Daisy.
I love you xxxx

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