News

I have a few little things to share with you.

Lets start at the most recent, shall we?

I bought a new dress today. Was $50 from Myer. But scanned as $35 thanks to 30% off. Bonus!

I had lunch with a friend from uni who I just love and miss seeing! It's amazing how alike we are!

I booked my tickets to Brisbane. I fly up the 23rd in the afternoon and come back on the 30th. Yep, an entire SEVEN days! So that means Brissy or nearby girls, if you want to have a little catch up, let me know!

I am officially no longer single. Yep to the sweet, sexy, smart man [SSSM]. Who I still haven't asked if I am allowed to blog about... I'm sure he won't mind.

I decided to delete this and my old blog. Since starting One Dress Too Many, I have decided that this just doesn't feel like a fit for me. So a new blog will be launched while I am up in Brisbane with Sass. 'Cause of course she does all my blog layouts!

*thinks*

I think that is all.

Exhaustion

Lately I have just felt exhausted.

I don't feel like I stop and just relax. Except for the weekends.

But then as soon as Sunday rolls around my little bubble is burst and well, the reality sets back in that I work full time and have so much to do.

Not to mention but I am having terrible sleeps lately. Waking up once or twice throughout the night, being wide awake within two-three hours of me falling asleep.

Saturday night is the first night in a while that I can recall where I slept through the entire night. I actually fell asleep before saying night to him.

Which brings me to my news.

I have holidays in October.

A whole week off work and I have planned to fly to Brisbane to visit Sass.

Not sure on the exact dates yet. But I know I will definitely be there the 24th-28th for sure.

So, who else is up for a catch up?

I plan to do a massive shopping spree with Sass and get my tattoo.

Other than that, RELAX!

Oh and meet and greet some of you awesome girls!

It's Official

I actually bought a pair of joggers this morning. Or whatever you call them.

I think technically they are "running" shoes.

Nike if you must know. Quite cheap too. Only $80!

Anyway, so I am booked in to see the nutrition person tomorrow afternoon after work.

I will have to call first thing in the morning to book the two inductions, because this morning when I called the person list wasn't up yet.

Otherwise I probably would of went today. Then again with how my legs are after those massive hills probably a nice thing that I am not there.

So now I am officially a gym-goer. Almost.

*winks*

I guess you are probably wondering why I want to go to the gym if I am not being concerned about the number on the scales anymore (yeah that little nye resolution from last year in the sidebar...)

Well to be perfectly honest with you, it has nothing to do with losing weight.

I just want to be able to run around at work and not get puffed out.

I don't want to look at photographs of me and think "Woah, do I really look like that when I am sitting down?!"

And I kinda wouldn't mind a little muscle in my arms. Would make for lifting the little ones a bit easier.

And maybe a flatter stomach and tighter arse.

But hey, I am not ready to cut out all my yummy foods so if that last one doesn't happen then oh-the-fuck-well.

I'm all about loving food.

Hehe.

Now where did I leave that cookie from Subway?

So, I Did That Cap and Gown Thing.

Friday the twenty-third of September I officially graduated.

I know. It is squeal worthy, right?

So I thought.

Sure, I was excited in the lead up.

Then the family happened. Having him* be happy was nice. Great even. Oh and her** too!

So, I was there with my cap and gown on, wondering how they weren't proud.

We had photographs taken before, my sister taking most of them. Pity she didn't make sure our eyes were open or even that we were looking at the camera.

Here are a few that I took:

Then once I walked up on stage and grabbed my officialness. I headed outside.

My parents were ready to go and I had to ask for this photograph to be taken.

Am I being a sook? Probably. Guess at least they came.

But guess what?

I have officially finished university.

I have officially finished my Bachelor!

Squeeee!

*He would be the sexy, sweet, smart boy that I am not sure I am allowed to write about. Must double check that one.

**She you all know as Sass *winks*

Oops

I was walking home this afternoon.

Headphones in. Listening to Britney.

Walking ever so slowly.

Wondering where he would be on the train.

Then I cross a road.

One small little teeny intersection. A back street even!

And I don't look.

I am in the middle of the road.

The Australia Post van slams on his brakes. Literally bringing his van bouncing back and forth to a stop.

I jump.

Oops.

I must remember to look in Sydney otherwise people will begin to think I have a death wish.

Ugh.

The last few days okay weeks I have been feeling a little ugh with myself.

I was running around with the boys on Friday at work. Yeah I was running around with three two year olds. Tackling them to the ground and tickling them. Letting them pull me to the ground and then jump on me.


And I ended up feeling exhausted.

Probably doesn't help that I had Strep C and then managed an entire week at work only to end up with the flu.

Yeah, seriously.

But I love playing with the children at work. It is fun and they have fun. I honestly love seeing them smile when I am doing something with them.

I generally have these moments a lot lately. Mind you I seem to be slipping into smaller sized clothing. Go figure!

I know why I feel like this. I don't cook at home anymore. I live off takeaway.

However I do walk every day. During the week I do a 4k walk each day.

When I first moved here, in the beginning I noticed the weight just fall off me. I loved it.

Yeah, I was definitely the idiot who gloated about the fact that I could eat pizza and lose weight.

It just isn't the case anymore and I am starting to notice a major decline in my health.

And well I kinda want my legs to be a little bit more toner. Because seriously I have fallen in love with them.

Not to mention I feel a little self-conscious when the guy that I have been seeing touches my stomach.

So, I was walking to Broadway, to shop of course, the other day and noticed that they had a Fernwood. While I know that it is generally a more exxy gym I like that it is females only.

They have a little "beach bod boost" thingy-ma-jiggy starting on the 3rd of October. Considering doing it.

I figure if I get a little kickstart from elsewhere then I will get in the habit of walking jogging again.

Right?

Or am I just kidding myself? If I don't have the motivation in the first place will I just fail and waste money?

Ugh.

Her

She knows how to break me.

She does it so easily.

I don't understand how she can sing my praises and gush over me one minute.

Then the next break me.

Sick... Again

So, I am sick. Again.

Saturday afternoon after we finished playing air hockey in one of those games arcades I started to feel a little dizzy. I just put it down to not eating lunch yet.

Then the cough hit.

Can I just say that a cough is just a pain in the arse. Seriously.

Last night I felt like my lung and my entire stomach at any moment would be coughed up. It didn't happen. Just in case you were wondering.

This morning I could barely move. Stupid aches and pains.

Then I figure a shower will make me feel better, it did last time I had aches and pains.

That is until I almost passed out in the shower.

Hmmf.

That was when I started to cry. I don't like being alone when I am sick. Anything could happen and no one would know for days.

I went to the doctors and I have the flu.

Oh and my heart rate DOUBLED when I stood up. How awesome is that?

NOT.

So I have to stay off from work til Thursday. Swapped my flexi day cause I was meant to have Thursday off. Instead I will work Thursday and Friday.

I miss being healthy and well.

Spring Has Sprung

So, I am sitting here on my bed, sniffling. Some might say it is because I am sitting here watching sappy love movies; others would say it is hayfever.

I might probably agree that it is a little of both.

I visited IKEA the other day and purchased a couple of items. I seriously did not spend that much money.

Not to mention my apartment is super clean because I had an inspection.

Anyway, spring has sprung in my little home.

See for yourself:

How cute is that bedspread?!

I have another that is in blue and white.

Oh and that vase, maybe one day I can have real flowers in it.

Maybe.

Now onto more pressing matters. I was standing in front of my mirror and noticed my legs.

I must admit there was a while there where I never thought I could get back to my seventeen year old legs; oh how I miss them. But I think I am almost there!

Must. Continue. To. Walk.

I Have Weird Blood

Did you know that I had Glandular Fever?

Yep, sure did. No idea when though.

But did you know that I apparently don't have it active in my body right now?

But did you also know that the blood count for Glandular Fever is higher than normal!

What. The. Fuck?!

Apparently my throat had Strep C. Shown from the swab results.

But my blood count showed no signs that it was fighting a disease.

What. The. Fuck?!

So my doctor cannot explain why I am feeling so fatigued all the time.

The slightest thing strains me. Even eating exhausts me.

I had that blood test on Monday. It is now Thursday.

My doctor thinks I may have had it very recently [and am experiencing the after-effects] or am about to have Glandular Fever [and my body is trying to fight it off].

I'm fucked either way.

Please send some energy and non-fatigue vibes my way. I would like to go back to work on Monday.

Saaaaanks!

That What If Moment

Saturday night I missed my ex.

I would have given anything to have him looking after me when I was sick that night.

Wait, no. I would have given anything to have a guy care about me enough to want to look after me when I was that sick.

No amount of tweets or texts helped.

Sweet.

But didn't help.

I needed a guy in person to wrap his arms around me, tell me that it would be okay.

Rub my aches and pains away.

Listen to me sook without getting shitty that I was being too needy.

Being single sucks at times.

End. Of. Rant.

Fifty-Fifty

So Saturday afternoon I have a shower, climb back into bed and that is when it happens.

The aches and pains.

Then a temperature. Which means I am hot then freezing cold. All night long. I even hallucinated that I was one of the children from work and that my mum was coming to pick me up and that it'd be okay. Soon.

*ahem*

That probably was a sign to go to the hospital, maybe.

I threw up at midnight then again at around three. The second time was mainly water. As I was keeping my fluids up.

I had no energy Sunday. Slept most of the day.

Was scared to have a shower so Sass listened as I did via skype. No video!

So minor temps Sunday night with a dash of a sore throat.

Woke up Monday morning, oh that's today, unable to swallow.

I thought that it might be an idea to go to the doctors.

At the doctors she looked at my throat, felt my swollen glands, saw some disgusting icky stuff which I'd rather not name on my tonsils.

Glandular Fever or Tonsillitis, she thinks.

So I'm on penicillin until Thursday incase it is Tonsillitis so that way it gets better.

Had blood taken. Swabs swabbed.

Thursday 845am I find out the verdict.

Luck?

Saaanks!

Oh and I have a new blog, all about fashion. So you wont find anymore of my shopping or what I am wearing stuff on here. It will all be over there. On:

One Dress Too Many

[Perfect title dontcha think?!]

Ah Bee See

Age: 24
Bed size: Queen and it's all mine!
Chore that I hate: Ironing. Which is probably why I don't own an iron.
Dogs: None.
Essential start to my day: A phone call and my morning text. Oh and not to mention brushing the toothy pegs.
Favourite colour: Navy.
Gold or silver: Gold. Duh?
Height: 170cm.
Instruments I play: Piano/Keyboard. Drums [okay, so not the proper drum set but boy can I hit them with force]. A triangle.
Job title: Early Childhood Teacher.
Kids: None.
Lives: Sydney, New South Wales.
Nicknames: None.
Overnight hospital stays: None.
Pet peeves: People who think they are funny, but aren't. Oh and people who aren't nice.
Quote from a movie: "Don't be silly Andrea, everybody wants this. Everybody wants to be us." The Devil Wears Prada
Right or left handed: Right.
Siblings: One sister. She is 13.
Time I wake up: Anytime after 6am usually. Without an alarm.
Underwear: Cotton On Body undies. Oh so comfortable! Oh and Kayser bras.
Vegetable I hate: Beans and Peas.
What makes me run late: Myself when I go about things slowly.
X-rays I've had: Teeth and my left ankle.
Yummy food that I make: Pizza. From scratch.
Zoo animal: Giraffe!

Taken from Victoria Shhh.

Nothing Special

I woke up this morning just after five thirty in the morning, believe me it definitely was not planned since I don't wake up til after seven in the morning normally.

I was having a dream.

The dream started off in a bar/pub that I had been to before. In my dream of course. Which in itself is quite weird because I highly doubt it would ever exist.

So the pub is kind of like a complete circle but, and here is the wacky part where I may lose you all, to get to the other side of the pub you have to go out a door and walk down a jetty and get into a boat and cross the river.

Amazing, huh?

I have the awesome imagination.

So, I am at this pub with my friend. It is near where I live and she walks off that little bit faster then me, and being in heels I cannot keep up and lose sight of where she went.

I then bumped into four boys from work who I excitedly saw, and went to give cuddles to and they kind of brushed me off. Giving me weird looks.

This is where the alarm bells in my dream should of been telling me to wake the fuck up.

Anyway, so I leave them and go off in search of finding my friend.

Walk out the door and down the jetty, towards the boat.

As I am walking down there is a boy in front of me that I noticed. Then two run past me.

Then a comment, I cannot specifically remember why it was said but it was said:

"You're nothing special."

I think it was because I smiled at the boy.

Anyway so the boat ride was extremely awkward.

And that's when I woke up.

What the fuck does it mean?

Couldn't tell you. If anyone dabbles in dream reading, feel free to explain.

As for the awesome memory, well it is because I woke up during the dream and I texted a boy about my dream.

Smart huh?

How Did I Get Here?

So I was shopping today. The girl in Sportsgirl serving me, as I bought two pretty dresses, asked if I had any big plans for tonight.

No, a quiet one for me.
"Oh I know how you feel. I have so many twenty-first birthday parties to go to lately." She continued to discuss how many parties she has been to in the last few weeks.

I added I had busy weekends the last few so I wanted to have a quiet one at home. Saying how it was my birthday only last week.

She then asked how old I was.

Twenty-four.
To which she was shocked. Telling me I didn't look that old.

Total pick me up.

But how the fuck did I get to twenty-four?

I swear it was just last year I was turning twenty-one.

The Plan

I have been shopping too much. Spending money that I really should be saving.

I have been sleeping with guys that want nothing more than sex. Which is frustrating me.

I have been eating take away since I moved in. Not the healthiest thing to be doing.

I have been happier then I have for months. But I still bottle up the down days, and I shouldn't.

I have been hard on myself in almost all facets of my life. It only ends up in stress and tears.

I have been making excuses for everything. Which does nothing for me.

I need to stop and I need to stop doing all these things now.
I will not shop unless it is something that I need to buy. Okay, once a month I can shop, okay?

I will not sleep with another guy. Okay, so I will but only if it isn't just sex.

I will not buy take away every night of the week. Maximum of twice a week.

I will not lie to myself and own up to my feelings, good and bad.

I will not be hard on myself. I am doing a damn fine job by myself and will remind myself of this.

I will not make excuses. I will get shit done when I need to, not leave it for days or weeks because I can.

Let's see if I can do this until the end of the year.

10 Things

So because Sass did it, I have thought I should do it to do. Honestly, there is no gun being held to my head. She isn't on skype either. Promise.

Hehe.

Ten Things I Love:

1. Ice cream. Cookies and cream is my favourite, just in case you are buying.

2. Shopping. I swear you can leave your credit card with me. It will be safe.

3. Pretty dresses. Finding them can be difficult at times though especially with the boobage.

4. Cuddles. I love squishy cuddles, don't-let-me-go cuddles, just-had-sex cuddles, it's-cold cuddles. Actually I love all types of cuddles.

5. Boys with the name "Ryan". I have a slight "thing" for Ryan Reynolds, Ryan Gosling and Beau Ryan.

6. Singing loudly. At the moment it is to Adele. Gawd that girl can sing, and I can too. Hehe.

7. Sex. There I said it. I love it. Cannot get enough of it. Especially when it is great, mind-blowing sex. Which is quite hard to come by these days.

8. Twitter. Fuck facebook in the face. Twitter is where it is at.

9. Navy stripes with red lippy. Oh my goodness it looks freaking amazing. I felt gorgeous the other day. Honest. Felt all "Hello Sailor-ish!"

10. My body. Over the past few months my body has changed so much; I am still a little in awe of its awesomeness. And at the moment I have positive body image 99% of the time. When I have my period all bets are off.

What about you? Huh? Spill!

To Buy A Car Or Not To Buy A Car?

Lately, okay so on Sunday, I was thinking about buying a car.

I had missed the opportunity to have my food delivered on Sunday and that's when I thought that all this could be reduced by me owning a car of my own.

Now, I really hadn't planned to buy a car until my birthday next year. A whole year away. As I won't drive to work as there is no parking; so I would still live where I live and realistically I don't think it is a reasonable budget idea.

But having that "freedom" of being able to drive home for the weekend or go shopping wherever I felt like it would be nice.

So, I am left with the question:

To buy a car or not to buy a car?

To Do List

Not your ordinary list.

 

Since I separated from my ex, I have explored a range of different guys. I've tried and tested electricians, a builder, a businessman [or two], a studying doctor, a teacher, and half tested the fireman. I have shopped until I could not shop anymore. I have sung loudly and danced around in my underwear. I purchased a vibrator. Yelled at a boy or two and told them how much of an arse they just were. I loudly expressed to a friend how "fuckable" a guy was. Managed to get almost drunk off three drinks [I would call it extremely happy]. I realised that I can fall asleep in someone's arms. I fell in love with the middle of the night cuddles, all over again. I have fallen asleep because I have been crying so much. I have heard the "just friends" so often that I am over hearing it. I found out that I have a tendency to bite during sex [accidents, of course!] I have laughed so hard that I cried.

Most importantly I have been living my life, not regretting a moment.

Can you say that?

[image credit]

I Love Ice Cream

It is certainly no lie that I would kill for ice cream.

So when I popped on facebook this evening. My friend had shared this image:



I squealed with delight.

I must buy that stinking print! You can buy it here from etsy!

Then I found this one.



Can I has them both?