I signed up for Dry July in a fit of insanity. So with this weeks Wordless Wednesday I am paying a little tribute to my love.
I signed up for Dry July in a fit of insanity. So with this weeks Wordless Wednesday I am paying a little tribute to my love.
Last weekend I entered a competition through Tork’s Blog to win a 3 month membership with The Biggest Loser Club. I told myself that if I won, this would be it, it was time to change. This isn’t just about losing weight, this is about getting healthy, getting active and feeling better on the inside.
The trouble with being on social media is that you see every single bandwagon there is to be jumped on. I admit to jumping on a few, when they interest me or are something that I feel strongly about. What I don’t like is being persecuted because I don’t want in on the joy ride. I chose what I want to be outraged about, I don’t need your opinion forced on me.
A conversation on twitter yesterday got me thinking about my 21st. In Australia the big parties seem to be the 18th, 21st and then the decades there after. My 18th was pretty non event so I was holding out for my 21st. The universe however had other ideas. I was 6 months pregnant with Devil Spawn for my 21st so my birthday was a no alcohol for me event. I wanted to just go to the local pool and laze around in my giant pregnant state but apparently that was unfair to all of my other able to drink guests. Whatevs
One of my besties lives 6 hours away. To the seasoned traveller that may not seem very far away but to me it is an eternity. I don’t drive and Papa Devil has a boss that is a dick. As it is, his boss is dragging his feet about giving Papa Devil an extra two weeks over the Christmas Break. His second ‘holiday’ since we’ve been together I might add. He normally just works his way around the 10 or so days that the boss gives them off. For someone who runs a shop on his own, 5 days a week, with no help, this is either dedication or pure stupidity. I go between the two depending how things are going.