30 October, 2015

I'm changing


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11 November, 2012

We pause to remember

While Remembrance Day is a time we pause to remember those men and women who have fallen, it is also a time to give thanks to these people who enabled parts of the world to have freedom, democracy and hope.
I have family members who have been in active service, reserve service and know others who have followed their calling to protect and give voices to the oppressed and forgotten. For these men and women I say thank you.
Thank you for all that you do, for all that you inspire and for all of the hope you pass on to us.

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04 November, 2012

While I should be studying...

...but am so absolutely not at the moment; I have happened upon a rather good book.

Mr Penumbra's 24-Hour Book Store - Robin Sloan - was quite remarkable, funny and intriguing.
A book I started and then didn't want to put down. Its all about, you guessed correctly, a 24hour bookstore with interesting clientele a cryptic and distinguished owner and the new guy that heads the 10pm to 6am shift.
I don't want to give too much away, but this was definitely a pleasant way to spend my time that didn't involve hypothesis testing, f-tables and econometrics in general.

30 October, 2012

And now for some answers

I haven't really given much insight into myself on this blog - other than my pic and some brief info.

Aha you say, we get to hear her story!

Well, actually no, not at this moment. There's lots I'd love to say, but those of you who've seen the inside of the Federal Court - long story, I wasn't in trouble, I was making my case for justice - you'd understand that you can't always put the whole story on paper/blog. There's rules regarding privacy and the issue of not pi**ing off people no matter how much of it is the truth.

Kat sent me a list of questions months ago to share on my blog. At the time I half filled out the questions and something must of come up - usually an emergency with Lego or sticky tape - because I just never finished answering it.

So here they are, my answers to misplaced questions.

Favourite holiday destination?
London, hands down, everytime.

Favourite family holiday tradition?
The September school holidays. My family did a lot of car-trip holidays visiting relatives in those two weeks. It always started off early and cold, but by the time we came home summer was really starting to be felt.

Worst habit?
I can be a little anal (yes Dad I heard that laugh, even from here) about organisation and the correct way to do things. Patience is also not my virtue.

Have you ever broken a bone?
I have. I broke my toe when I was about 14. I was pushed in front of a car (don't gasp, the car was a fair way away) and my rescuer launched at me to pull me back. But he stepped on my foot (very hard) in the process, splitting my big toe bone straight down the middle. He always said 'remember the day I saved your life?' - 'Yes, you also broke my toe'. 'Ahh, but I did save your life'.

Tea or coffee?
Tea. Coffee makes me jittery, very jittery. Same thing happens to Jackson too, he asked to try my sister's iced coffee one day. You'd think he'd had the whole drink, not just a sip. Lets just say iced coffee, a 3 year old and a child harness used as an improv bungee cord do not mix well.

Favourite sport?
I'm not a sport person by any stretch of the imagination. Can I count walking up my stairs?

Skill you would most like to learn?
How to ride a motorcycle. That would be cool, but my sister is a nurse and has seen what happens to people when they come off (she was in theatres - so pretty horrific) thus I am banned from ever doing so. Plus, if I'm honest, I'm pretty uncoordinated. You know, that person who always trips themself up - thats me. Any loose paver or concrete crack, I promise to find it and stumble.

Song of the moment?
Loving Florence and the Machine's Spectrum.

Favourite movie?
Ooh, thats a tough one. It really depends on my mood.
I like older movies and musicals: Singin' in the Rain, Sabrina (the Hepburn one).
Obscure movies: Dogma, Thankyou for Smoking, Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels.
Fantasy: Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland, Harry Potter, Stardust.
Girl Power and Inspiration: Mona Lisa Smile, An Education.
British Based: Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day,Gosford Park.
Good Laughs: Fools Gold, Forgetting Sarah Marshall.
This list is not exhaustive, of course. Its the ones I can remember whilst I'm typing.
Oh and I am partial to the odd Bollywood film too!

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28 October, 2012

Summer desires

Well wouldn't you know it, uni is all but finished for 2012 - one exam to go.

So what does a girl do?

She window shops her heart out and dreams about all the things she could buy/sew...


David Lawrence


23 October, 2012

Washi Tape Wednesday (yes I know its Tuesday)

My days of the week are all topsy-turvy at the moment. I could have sworn last night was Tuesday and couldn't understand why the bin-guy hadn't collected the bins. Then I realised...the bin-guy comes Tuesday...and its not Tuesday. Oh well...

On Sunday Jackson and I went to the Brisbane Craft Show. I love going every year to see what's new (and old) amongst the crafters and their stalls. This year was the first year Jackson really really wanted to go. Every time an ad came on TV, 'Mum, Mum the craft show'.

So we went. He was a little disappointed that he couldn't do craft at the craft show (not really child friendly activities - but next year with his dexterity it should be all good). But when he realised you could buy things to make at home, well he thought that was just mickey.

I am pretty sure he spent all of his pocket money in the first 20mins; think paper packs, erasers, 'Cars' fabric etc; and then continued to spend mine; a DIY Advent Calendar - to be honest I'm kinda 'cited about making it to.

And just to prove that apples never fall far from the tree (though Jackson says they do if bats/birds pick them) he supported my buying more, and is completely in love with Washi Tape too!

12 October, 2012

I'm a survivor, not a victim

A few months back, when I'm sure I was supposed to be doing something other than trawling the Internet, I happened upon a blog/e-shop/meeting-place called Kind Over Matter.
Its run by a great gal called Amanda who shares her life, perspective and global family with the world through kindness, inspiration and love. I get the email updates every few days and love to see what's been happening in her world and that of her contributors.
Today's blog post caught me. Wide eyed, deer in the head lights kind of caught.
Its a post by a woman named Shelly who has let the world know that she is a survivor, not a victim.

While my story of past abuse is no where near the violence that Shelly encountered, its the same emotional, mental and fear-based campaign that I identify with. Its the descriptions she gives of having people turn on her when she spoke up. Of people not believing her, the person that hurts; rather looking at the 'perfect couple' image projected out in public.

It's kind of ironic, because in the last two weeks I've been talking to some newer people in my life journey who got the 'Cliff-notes' version of my past, and I had to define myself. I'm not into the idea of describing myself as a victim. I really don't like that word. But to describe myself as a survivor...I'm not sure how I feel about that. Its not that I don't acknowledge that, its just that in the grand scheme of things I never had to explain away bruises, scrapes and bumps. My scars are internal, some etched over my heart, some on my psyche, and some in more intimate places.

But it is what we are, survivors. We were able to walk away. No matter how painful it was, because ultimately we do believe in the hope that a person's actions will change. To be able to on that day, that clarifying day, that the circumstances will not change, that you do indeed value yourself. That my friends, is what makes a survivor.

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