Wednesday, November 30, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 30: The End

Bitches, it's over. I've survived another NaBloPoMo and here are some of the lessons I've learned:

1. sometimes lowering quality for quantity in the short term, boosts quality in the long term.
2. getting married during NaBloPoMo gives more material than normal (Note to self, plan more weddings for November).
3. staying up past your bedtime to post is never a good idea.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 29: Am I a fraud?

I was reading this post over at Citizen of the Month about a post he wrote that caused the misconception that he is a short man when really he is six feet tall.

This got me thinking if there any misconceptions about me because of this blog.

But the truth is I really do ask Inspector Climate on nearly a daily basis if we can get a pet tiger.

I'm all of 5'4 and a half. Which someone once told me is perfectly average height.

I don't actually hate my hair - it's just unruly and I find that humorous, so I jest about it.

I'm a fussy eater.  But I like nearly all vegetables except eggplant (it's a deadly nightshade people, A DEADLY nightshade) and cooked mushrooms (slimy) and I'm not sold on chard (Swiss or otherwise).

I honestly don't own a single pair of jeans.  I do wear khakis the majority of time and if not khakis cords. and if not cords, pajamas.

That's the real truth.

What are some misconceptions people might have about you?

Monday, November 28, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 28: My body is a wonderland...for parasites

I quite adore travelling, but one of the struggles I have revolves around food. On a good day, at home I'm a picky eater. I want what I want when I want it and other wise I'd rather not eat.  Regardless of that issue being a gluten free vegetarian is, I'll just say it, a pain in the ass when travelling.  In Turkey, I spent many a meal sobbing as my option was hummus, olives, and roasted peppers which on a normal day would be delicious but I needed "real" food.

Anyway, on top of that, I get parasites whenever I travel to a slightly less developed country: Fiji and India are two examples.  And it's made me really paranoid. 

This time, I've been taking an herbal parasite remedy that taken prior to travel and a little bit after is supposed to make your tummy an inhospitable place for parasites. 

I'm also coming prepared with two boxes of gluten free granola bars in case there is literally nothing to eat while I'm in Vanuatu.

The hardest part is going to be the inner struggle in terms of all the tropical fruit that will be available (I hear it's mango season in Vanuatu) that my mind will tell me not to eat because it could carry some parasites and my tummy will beg to consume because MANGO OFF A TREE.  Dilemma.

Do you face any travel issues?  Let's commiserate.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 27: Wish {Out loud}

So,  a few days ago I was reading one of my favourite new blogs Cup 'a Hot Chocolate is starting a link up Wish {Outloud}:

Wish out loud

The idea being that if you write about your wish and put it out there then this community of bloggers that we so love can offer any help with their years of experience and expertise to help you take steps to make your wish come true!

Well, this sounds pretty brilliant to me right?

And so, here is my wish:

I want to make a career of combining social media work and climate change. Blogging and not for profits. And I don't really know how that looks like. Whether that is blogging about sustainable food, energy efficiency, or just being a part of a not for profit as their social media person.

To be honest, I can't really see how it would look because it seems so foreign to me. You see, after I had the two job interviews that then kind of didn't pan out.  Well, interviewing for those jobs made me wish that is just what  I did or a living.  And so I wish for that!

What do you wish for?

Saturday, November 26, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 26: Inspector Climate left on our honeymoon without me...Awkward.

A week ago, Inspector Climate left for our honeymoon. I on the other hand...stayed in Melbourne until yesterday when I joined him.  You see, when we planned this holiday it was just that. A holiday. An excuse to get away since Inspector Climate's work was paying him to go anyway, I'd fly when the conference was over and we'd spend an extra few days there.  But then, we decided to get married.  And it just happened that our getting married ceremony was just a few weeks before our already booked holiday - kismit!

And so there I was kissing my new husband goodbye as he left without me.  And here's the thing about goodbyes - you'd think I'd be amazing at them. As an expat and a traveller goodbye is something that just happens a lot.  People come in and out of your life as you navigate to different continents, university degrees, and suburbs and cities. 

Each visit home is ended with another tearful goodbye at the airport and an open ended question of "when will I see you again?"

While this was just a short-term goodbye, a mere week before I hopped on a plane to meet him there were still tears.  Puddles on his shirt, snot everywhere, hugs that were not long enough and kisses that made me forget I was in a public place at all.

I can only last so long in these goodbyes that wrench my heart (short and long term goodbyes), and eventually just have to walk away, through security at the air port, down the escalator at the train station,  or simply walk away.   To linger just seems to cause more - more emotion, more tears, and more nervous tension about what happens once we part ways.

What's your goodbye strategy?

Friday, November 25, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 25: Noms, Drunk, Kitchens, Seriously, what is not to love about this?

A couple of weeks ago when I was having (yet another) really crap day induced by Jorge (God, Jorge get a life, man) I found out about My Drunk Kitchen.  Are you watching My Drunk Kitchen?

I thought this would be an appropriate time to show some videos because it's Thanksgiving and I think most of us have spent a lot of time drinking, in the kitchen, and getting our noms on....

So first, I'd like you to watch Hannah Hart's music video about eating...

And then, you should probably watch my favourite episode:


Thursday, November 24, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 24: Thankful for Kimbirdy and Annie's mac n cheese.

Yesterday was a pretty hard day for me, I had huge highs and lows as I faced the prospect of unemployment again.  So much possibility for finding the job that is going to make me feel like I'm making quantitative and effective change for the environment and fill with me so much joy.  And so much rejection, heartbreak, and the sound of hopes crashing (which I'm pretty sure sounds like a dog crying while a glass breaks and there is a dramatic da da duum sound).

And not only that but I've just been waiting for Friday to come so that I can be on a plane on the way to honeymoon land and I'm just so excited that time on Wednesday crawled by. So, when I got home when the day was finally over and opened my mail box to see a package slip, I just couldn't WAIT to go to the post office today to pick it up!

So after yoga today, I RAN to the post office to pick it up.  The amazing Kimbirdy from Fill Your Well had sent me a package!  Oh blogging world, you never cease to surprise and delight.  And if just a box that has been sent around the world by someone who is thinking about you isn't enough (and trust me, just the box is enough), inside was a gift so incredibly thoughtful that my heart just flutters every time I think about it.

Inside was boxes of Annie's Gluten Free Mac N Cheese which is just the best comfort food EVER for me.  And Reese's Peanut Butter cups which make any day better.

Kim, you have made my day and that card is the best card I think I have ever received EVER. 

Excuse me, while I go and cuddle with  Annie - I think we need some alone time, we've been apart for so long.
So, I'm not going to actually make them now, because Inspector Climate isn't home and it doesn't seem right to be selfish about mac n cheese this early in our marriage.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 23: Officially Unemployed (again)

Today my short term contract ended at my current position.  And so, I'm unemployed again. 

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

NaBloPoMo day 22: Jorge, you little prankster

About two weeks ago, I started seeing an OBGYN who we were hoping was going to be like "Let's get Jorge out RIGHT NOW" while the cast from Scrubs sang a song in the background and I was wheeled into the surgery room.  But alas, apparently although it is "only key hole" surgery it takes at least two weeks to recover and can take up to six weeks.  Plus, my doctor wasn't convinced that Jorge was causing all my pain.  Sure he was fucking with my period, but those pain attacks where I can barely walk for 24 hours afterwards and I'm exhausted for at least 48? The doc wasn't convinced that little Jorge could be found guilty for those, too.

So, he sent me out to get some blood work done (I had to go to another person to get my blood taken. Because obviously, a doctor couldn't DARE take your blood or have you pee in a cup while you're, you know, THERE SEEING THE DOCTOR. Ahem, I'm so annoyed by this system, no one seems to know or do anything themselves and I keep having to get referred to different places over and over again for things like blood work - is this how it is where you live or is this an Australian phenomenon). My blood work came back funky. Apparently, my bilirubin was acting out. Oh, you silly bilirubin (I just like saying bilirubin. Go ahead, say it. I promise your mouth will enjoy it. Bilirubin!).  So I had the tests again.

And then my OBGYN wanted to see me again, only to refer me to someone else because he was concerned about my kidney and liver function due to said bilirubin (biliruben!) (how bored are you guys right now?) and insisted that I go get an ultrasound to check on said organs.

Which by the way an external ultrasound on my upper tummy seemed WAY more personal than the internal ultrasound sans pants.  I don't know why that is, perhaps because of the internal ultrasound involved no technician - patient touching where as the external ultrasound there was contact. I don't have all the answers, ya'll.

(also, as yet another aside, Inspector Climate has been coming with me to get the scary internal ultrasounds because he's lovely like that.  And he couldn't believe that all these men were accompanying their partners to get ultrasounds. He kept saying "All of these women can't have such loyal boyfriends" it wasn't until I pointed out that they were ALL PREGNANT and that their partners were there to see the images of their baby that it clicked for him).

But because my OBGYN only deals with lady bits, he wanted me to see some one who understood my organs (um, which I thought would be any doctor, but apparently I was mistaken as my OBGYN seemed hesitant to even pose POSSIBLE diagnosis because he was not an "expert", whatever doc, you went to medical school, I'm sure they talked about bilirubin a couple times).

(I know I can't believe I'm still talking about this either).

And so, I told yet another doctor about Jorge, the possibility of their being another cause to my pain attacks aside from Jorge (Bilirubin!).  And yet another doctor who sent me home telling me I was fine, Jorge seemed to be the sole problem and that I might just be one of those people who have funky bilirubin (ie people with Gilberts Disease) (bilirubin).  He was all "there are no signs of liver disease (hadn't known that was a possibility!) and you're organs are fine."

Oh Jorge, you had everyone going there for a while. You really did.

I know I seem a bit mean to my doctor here, but he actually is a really nice guy and I think he is being super thorough, that doesn't mean that I don't get frustrated with all the tests and referrals particularly for things like blood tests which I feel like any doctor could take my blood without sending me somewhere else first, surely they learned THAT in med school?


Monday, November 21, 2011

NaBloPoMo day 21: Ten on Last Tuesday

 I was looking for some blog inspiration tonight and found these Ten on Tuesday Questions on My Life in a Nutshell and promptly decided to join in, only a week late!

Apparently last week’s questions were provided by Lauren From Texas, and are hosted over at Roots and Rings.

1. What are your pantry staples?
Rice, pasta, gluten free flour, quinoa, sesame seeds

2. What are your refrigerator staples?
Butter, cheddar cheese, yogurt, and salad makings.

3. You already look like Heidi Klum (or your favorite supermodel). Now, what are the top three non-physical things you would change about yourself?
I'd worry less, dream bigger, and use my good looks to convince a scientist to get working on teleportation. 

4. What’s holding you back from your dream job? (If you already have your dream job, how did you get there?)
oh, so many things. What is my dream job? I'm not sure. That's probably the biggest factor.

5. You have $500 to spend but it has to be on one item only. Go.
Probably a yoga pass for several months.

6. What is something that you are embarrassed to admit you buy on a regular basis?
I cannot think of a single thing.  When I was a teenager I used to get super embarrassed whenever I had to go to the grocery store because my dad would want me to buy pounds (literally POUNDS) of carrots for our horses.

7. What’s in/on your bed every night?
When i didn't live with Inspector Climate, my bed was my desk. So, my computer some note books, probably a pen.  Now, Inspector Climate, a sheet, two pillows, a comforter, a blanket.

8. What is a non-necessity item that, no matter how expensive it gets or how tight your budget if, you will always find room for it?

9. What is the weirdest sandwich you’ve ever made?
Well, I don't think I've ever really done the weird sandwich thing, but I do love slabs of butter with nutritional yeast on my toast. Holy Mother of Moses - it's good stuff.

  10. Would you rather: Be banned from Pinterest forever, but gain a million captive Twitter followers; or, never get on Facebook again but gain five thousand blog readers?
I'm already not on facebook so definitely the second one!

Sunday, November 20, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 20: On a scale of one to ten, I'm apparently adorable?

Have you taken my survey? No? Well, you've got until 30 Nov to be eligible to win the Tim Tams.  If you have taken the survey, thank you it's a huge boost to my ego to hear that all ya'll think I'm adorable.

I thought I'd spend sometime today answering some of your questions.

Can we do a blog swap or something?

Yes, yes we can! Just email me (email address is located in the "did you know" section to your right) or leave a comment if you'd be interested in swapping blogs or doing guest posts, or having me do a guest post.  Any of those things!  I guess my only real requirement for that kind of thing is that I want to swap with people who write about their lives, their travels, their life lessons.  I think it'd be inappropriate for example to have a very generic post about what a generic person might do should they travel to London versus your personal experience travelling to the UK living it. Does that make sense?

Dude, you write about being unemployed all the time, how do you afford to travel and have a lawyer on retainer? (this is not a direct quote - the person did not say dude).

First of all, that having a lawyer on retainer thing, that was a joke.  I do have an immigration lawyer who I paid a flat fee to (on top of the cost of the visa) to process my visa. I made this choice because I knew I'd freak out and hyperventilate if I didn't have someone making sure I did all the right forms and stuff.  And for the peace of mind, I kind of think the lawyer was worth every penny.  However, I do not have to pay him every time I see him (thank goodness, because we've had SEVERAL meetings).

Second, I have been EMployed for about 16 months out of the last 24, but they've all been short term contracts (ok, well the first one wasn't but I was miserable and needed to quit fast like lightening).  As such, I have been essentially constantly looking for work since November 2009, but have also had some income coming in as well.   And yes, it is exhausting.

So, I afford to travel because I save basically every penny I earn that doesn't go into rent and food and yoga (my three necessities).  Inspector Climate and I made a very thorough budget when we moved in together.  Combined with the fact that we probably go out to eat or the movies or to the baseball about once or twice a month and that's it - we're pretty frugal people. 

Do you have a question for me?  A story you'd like to hear (maybe the super awkward way I told Inspector Climate I didn't want to have his babies (or anyone's babies))? How Jorge's doing?  About Billiruben? Anything? Please do not hesitate to ask!

Saturday, November 19, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 19: A Mo to remember

Last weekend, Inspector Climate and I went to the first home series for the Melbourne Aces baseball team. We rocked our Red Sox caps because that's what we do.

And then, I fell in love with this guy:

That's Dominic Ramos who has the most awesome Movember Mo ever. Well done, Ramos. Well done.

How do you like your mo? Handlebar (a la Ramos)? Pirate curl? The Lip EyeBrow*? The Porn Star?

*Not its real name...probably. But you know the thin line moustache? Looks like a plucked eye brow?

Friday, November 18, 2011

Updated! NaBloPoMo day 18: Pumpkin Icecream Experiment

I've been having a craving for something pumpkin-y for the past couple of weeks.  It's the combination of my homesickness and the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday which feels so out of place right now in Australia as summer is nearly upon us!

Anyway, the point is I woke this morning thinking I was going to make pumpkin pie. But it's 91 degrees out, and slaving in the kitchen didn't seem like a great idea.  So, using some inspiration from Smitten Kitchen and some experimenting, I decided to make ice cream.  It's in the machine as we speak whirling away.  I'll let you know tomorrow how tasted.

But right now, I'll tell you how I made it.

 So using Smitten Kitchen's method to make a super smooth pie...

I took some homemade pureed frozen pumpkin I had in the freezer and put it on the stove to defrost it.

Then in a small bowl I added 1 teaspoon of cinnamon, 1/2 a teaspoon of ginger, and 1/4 teaspoon of nutmeg.

Once the pumpkin was well defrosted (not pictured below), I added the spices and a tablespoon of molasses to it and let it bubble like lava for about 5 minutes while I stirred occasionally.

Then, I took it off the heat and added 1 cup of milk, and 2 cups of cream.  I combined it well and then let it cool in the fridge for several hours.

After it had chilled for several hours, I got my blender out dumped in one can of sweetened condensed milk, a splash of vanilla, and the pumpkin mixture and blended it together.

 Now it's in the ice cream maker and if my little taste of the mixture is anything to judge it by it's going to taste like pumpkin pie ice cream.  DELICIOUS.

Anything you're cooking up this weekend?

For anyone keeping track this is number 12 on my life list!

Updated:  It was delicious. It tasted like pumpkin pie and was smooth and silky.  It was seriously fabulous.  Even Inspector Climate quite enjoyed it, which is surprising because, from my experience, most Australians think pumpkin in sweet things is just plain weird. Pumpkin pie? That sounds GROSS.  However, all that have tried it, loved it.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 17: Signed, Sealed, Hopefully Delivered soon.

Remember the story of how Inspector Climate and I got engaged, unofficially?  Oh, fingerprinting, how funny you are. And then remember when my lawyer INSISTED that I could get it done before November and so I called and they said I COULD and then said I couldn't?  Fun times.

Well, the day after our getting married ceremony Inspector Climate and I celebrated by first going to a doctor's appointment to get some answers regarding my painful abdomen (no answers, more questions) and my ovaries (sup Jorge).  So that was pretty exciting.  Although it was the first time I got to say 'husband' out loud and I quite enjoyed that.

And so, after the doctor's appointment I went and hung out in the city for a while waiting for my next appointment (Ya'll I know how to celebrate a MARRIAGE).  The appointment that has been holding me back from finally getting a visa. The appointment that had been such a PAIN IN THE ASS to get:  The Finger Printing Appointment.

It happened to be raining that day. Quite heavily.  And I had to make my way to a part of Melbourne that I have spent approximately zero time in since moving here 4 years ago (GULP): The World Trade Centre.  And so, I walked down there. I got lost in the sidestreet/parking lot (true story), and finally made my way into the finger printing office.  After waiting in line for several minutes, where the staff kept saying "you're appointment isn't until 12 so just wait outside and we'll call you shortly." My appointment wasn't until 12 either, so I was fairly certain this is what I'd hear too.

Then, it was my turn and boy did I imagine there to be heaps of hoops and red tap and an obstacle course and some jumps and then I was pretty sure they were going to make me do chin ups (I can only do ONE! ONE!) before they'd let me put finger to paper.

But no.  I was about 40 minutes early (see above fears regarding hoops) and they told me they'd be with me in a few minutes. And about 2 minutes later, a woman called me into a room, stuck my fingers on some inky paper and then proceeded to finger print me.  After months of hassle, tears, being told yes when they meant no, and having my whole visa process stalled just for this moment, this was it.  Anti-climax much?

And so, I've sent them off to the FBI. The lady who did the prints said that they looked fine to her, but she wasn't an expert (um, who is then finger printing lady? who is?).  So, while I'll be keeping my fingers crossed that in 6 - 8 weeks (you cannot rush these things people!) the FBI will be all "these are some fantastic fingerprints and you haven't committed a crime!" (I haven't! I swear!) and then I can get my visa, I also am trying to come to terms with the fact that they might not be ok, in which case, I'll have to get them done again.

Which reminds me, I should make an appointment right now - the fingerprinting lady said they were already booked out until February.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 16: What I Wear Wednesday Episode the third

Are you ready for ANOTHER fascinating edition of what I wear everyday (sans Tuesday because I felt ill and decided no pictures would be taken that day).

On Thursday I wore...a t-shirt and a black skirt from Patagonia! Now people are very insistent that the little black dress is the most have in every closet. For me it is a simple A-line black skirt.   I wear this skirt hiking, I wear it out to dinner, I wear it ALL the time. 

 Friday I wore, yes the same, black skirt, a gross sweater with that needs to be thrown out, and a blue t-shirt. And a flashbulb for a head.

Inspector Climate LOVES this outfit. This is what I wore on Saturday to yoga. Homemade tie dyed leggings and a t-shirt.  Seriously, Inspector Climate asks me most days if I am going to wear these particular yoga pants.  
 On Sunday I wore, a Scissor Sister's t-shirt and Jcrew Khaki pants.  Who is surprised?
On Monday, I felt sick and worked from home in some flannel jim jams and a penguin hoodie, as you do!  I can't remember where I purchased either item, but I wear them a lot.

As previously mentioned, no Tuesday photo.  But today, Wednesday, I wore ... wait for it... BLACK (did you see that change up coming) khaki pants and a bright orange Lacoste Tee.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 15: Getting Married, Part 1

A week ago today, Inspector Climate and I got married.

First things first, thank you so much to Sister Climate for taking all of these photos!!

I don't think it is a secret that I had my reservations about our less intimate than I wanted marriage ceremony.  That morning, Inspector Climate and I got ready together and I waited for the butterflies to hit. I waited for the tell tale signs of nervousness to hit: stomach ache, nausea, and irrational grumpiness.  I applied make up (looking at the pictures now, possibly too much sparkle around the eyes), Inspector Climate ironed his shirt.  I tried on several pairs of shoes before deciding on these.  We took the train into the city to meet his family.  My biggest fear is that I would say the vows wrong or that they would say something in Australian that I wouldn't understand.  No nerves. No fears.  Just happiness.

We talked to the celebrant to decide on the very simple and quick ceremony that we wanted.  We were going to exchange rings (I'm still wearing my engagement ring until our second wedding).  And then we walked into the room hand in hand and stood in front of a large wooden desk in the Old Treasury Building in Melbourne, which is located amongst a selection of other "old" (by Australian standards) buildings.

And so. There we were. Standing in front of Inspector Climate's grandparents, parents, Sister Climate, and Sister Climate's boyfriend. And my friend Jess.

Here's a hot tip for any Justice of the Peaces/Celebrants out there - learn the names of the bride and groom.  My middle name is not Terry. But for the moment, let's pretend it is.  To get married in Australia, you must say the bride's (and groom's) full name.  Deidre Terry Decoybetty.  And yet, the celebrant could not pronounce it.  Deidre Terrorist Decoybitty? Terr-or-or-orist Dick-oyBitty? To the point where Inspector Climate and I had to step in and say it, but by then Inspector Climate had lost his place in repeating his vows and we had to start over.  My feelings aren't hurt that she couldn't pronounce my name, I was just relieved it wasn't me who was making the errors in our vows.

Then it was my turn, my voice quivered as I repeated my part after the celebrant and Inspector Climate smiled down on me as we declared our commitment to loving and caring for each other for ever.

We exchanged rings.

And then we were married!  I had waited all day to feel just a smidge of uneasiness, and there was just happiness! (Is there another way to show happiness other than spirit fingers? If there is, please enlighten me!).

After our short (less than ten minutes) ceremony, Inspector Climate's family came up to congratulate us and welcome me to the family.  As his grandmother hugged me and cried, I felt so grateful that I had put aside some of my own selfish desires so that Inspector Climate's grandparents could celebrant this day with us.  She hugged me so tightly, it made it all so worth it.  As we left the building as husband and wife we try to take a jumping photo ... It's blurry, but I kind of like it anyway:

Happy one week anniversary, Inspector Climate. It's been basically just the same as it was before except now I get to awkwardly call you Husband and giggle because it doesn't seem quite real yet.

Monday, November 14, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 14: Preview to tomorrow's wedding post, SHOES

Let's talk about Inspector Climate's wedding shoes. They're brown.  He wears them to work.  They have a hole on the bottom.

Oh, my shoes? Yeah, they're pretty adorable.  Urban Outfitters 2003.  They're a bit too big but who cares when shoes are that cute? Am I right?

Sunday, November 13, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 13: Overheard on the tram

I apologise in advance because this post will include a lot of profanity.

"Why are you announcing Franklin St? I hate fucking Franklin St. I'm not getting off at fucking Franklin st. Fuck off. Watch your fucking mouth."

Saturday, November 12, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 12: Haikus

Knitting sweater for
Inspector Climate's best mate's
baby. It is red.

 Remember when I
didn't take a picture on
Sunday? I did. Cute!

Friday, November 11, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 11: International Cordoroy Day + This has nothing to do with anything.

Inspector Climate and I have been trying to limit the amount of TV that we watch.  Which mostly goes pretty well until I start feeling yucky or sad and then I crave Friends Reruns and anything fluffy.

I love cute cuddly animals.  I hate seeing animals in any kind of distress - this makes watching ANY animal show a bit of Russian Roulette. Will I end up crying or clapping my hands in glee over cuteness?

There is a show on Thursdays nights called "baby planet" and ho baby it is all things amazing. Cute baby fuzzy animals that only end in happy stories. 

Any time I get to see some of this

From this tumblr
I'm a happy girl.

What do you watch when you're feeling a bit yucky?

Thursday, November 10, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 10: Just Married

My sister in law takes quite amazing photos when she travels (and she travels, ya'll), and so when she asked us for some hints for our engagement present/getting married gift I knew instantly what we wanted. We wanted her to be our paparazzi for the day. 

This weekend, I'll get the rest of the images from our Getting Married ceremony and hopefully be able to weave together a coherent story about our day (spoiler: it was fairly awesome).  But until then, I leave you with the one (and only picture) I've seen of us from the day.

I'll also point out that I stole the making a sign for us to hold idea from Andi at My Beautiful Adventures.  But more on that later.

(Have you taken my survey yet?  Check it out)

Wednesday, November 09, 2011

NaBloPoMo day 9: What I Wore Wednesday Second Edition

This week, I'm bringing the blurry edition of What I Wear Wednesday. I'm sorry for that. But I can never remember (ok, that's a lie, I am usually typing away at my computer on my bed in jammies) before Inspector Climate goes to work and thus have to take the pictures in our dimly lit apartment.  Again. Sorry.

On Thursday, I wore what I like to call my "Autumn Tree" look.  Which is to say, that I was sporting a  bright orange Lacoste polo on top and JCrew brown cords on the bottom. 

On Friday, I wore JCrew Khakis and a Scissor Sisters t-shirt from their 2006 concert tour.  It's true, everyone does want the same thing.

What's that you say? Why yes, on Saturday I did wear the same t-shirt coupled with my JCrew linen pants circa 2007.

Sunday's outfit is missing.  Apologies. My guess is I wore khakis and a t-shirt. But I could have mixed it up with a pair of chords from 2004 and ... wait for it... a t-shirt.

On Monday, I sported a Supre  cardigan from 2008 and ... khaki pants.

On Tuesday...I got married.  Do you like how I just slipped that in there! I hope to have pictures soon, but until then, let's talk about what I wore.  Which was a sun dress I bought in Hawaii in 2008 because it was polka dotty and adorable. However, it did not fit me very well around the area of the boobs. My friend Jess who has skills with a needle said she'd fix it easy peasy.  And so I left it with her, and then promptly forgot about it until...I wanted to get married.  And that is how you turn an old dress into one you've never won on your Getting Married day!  I paired it with some white heels with yellow suns and pink birds on them - as you do. That I got from Urban Outfitters in 2003.  Those are not shown, as you can see to get the full body shot, I had to stand on my bed.

Which brings us to Wednesday. I am currently wearing (SURPRISE!) a t-shirt from the Taronga Zoo in Sydney (kid sized) and khaki pants.  That smile below? That's the "We just got married and have 4 billion people take our picture yesterday, and I'm tired" smile.

As the weather gets warmer you'll see me turning away from khaki pants (I know it doesn't seem possible at the moment) and embracing black skirts.

Tuesday, November 08, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 8: Man, I knew we should have gone to that pre-marriage education

This morning as we get ready to get married, we looked over the paper work one more time.  The very informative pamphlet suggests that with the unrealistic portrayals of marriage in tv and movies as well as the very different upbringings people have that pre-marriage counselling can be ideal.  And so, I decided to make sure Inspector Climate and I were on the same page before we get hitched in just a few short hours.

"I don't want to have kids, how do you feel about that?"


"I like to save money, not spend it"

"Me too"

"We might have to move to the US in a few years"


"But in the long run I want to move to Tassie"

"Me too"

"I want to have a baby lion cub"


"This marriage is off"

"We should have gone to the premartial counselling to learn that exotic pets could be a deal breaker"

"I know, sorry....Ok, fine. How about just kitties and puppies??"

"Yes, we can have kitties and puppies"


"Yay! The wedding's back on!"

Monday, November 07, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 7: Life List addition

A few days ago, I was talking to my bestie Anne about how we've never really travelled together.  Of course we also both realised that we've got some financial hurdles to overcome before we could embark on any kind of girl's trip.  So we're giving ourselves ten years (I know it seems like a long time, but seriously we both need the time to save!).  And then we just had to narrow down where we wanted to go.

It had to be somewhere neither of us has been.  It also had to be somewhere that our significant others weren't hugely keen on going to either.  We talked about Vietnam. But eventually decided that that wasn't the right fit for us.

And then we settled on Chile and Easter Island.  Mark your calendars Emily in Chile and Kyle Hepp, ten years from now we'll be visiting!

We were particularly inspired by Oneika's trip the Chilean Atacama salt flats and Andi's trip to Easter Island.

And so to my life list, I add 'Girl's Holiday with Anne!'

Have you ever taken a girl's holiday? Where'd you go?

Sunday, November 06, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 6: Sleeping arrangments

Like most people, there are parts of my life where I am extremely high maintenance (see food) and parts of my life where I am incredibly low maintenance (see fashion).  Inspector Climate on the other hand is extremely low maintenance in nearly all parts of his life. Except one: sleeping.   I've talked a lot about his night time escapades but sadly that's really only the tip of the iceberg.

Like most couples, Inspector Climate and I have designated sides of the bed. My bed side table is on the right and his on the left.  However, we swap sides of the bed for sleeping every night.  It doesn't matter what side we start on, right before we fall asleep Inspector Climate will ask demand "Let's swap sides" and then we have to switch sides of the bed.  Every. Night.

He also has strict rules about napping and sleeping (which are very different things, don't you know?).  He can nap any where and in basically any position - sitting up, lying on his back,  and in all the other ways he can't sleep at night.  However, as soon as he deems it sleeping (and trust me it's an arbitrary choice) all the rules change and everything needs to be just so.

Me on the otherhand?

Well, let me just give you an example.  Yesterday, I was lying on the couch bemoaning Jorge and saying how I need to take a nap (I'm not sure if it's true or if I'm just using it as an excuse, but I seriously have been needing much more sleep since I began growing something inside me).  Inspector Climate was determined to vacuum and so he piled my knitting, Penguin and Baby Penguin on to the couch with me.  And I fell asleep while he vacuumed. True story.  Inspector Climate then snapped pictures of me sleeping, spooning Penguin, and when he woke me up nearly an hour later giggling at his handiwork.

This is what I call, low maintenance napping:

Do you have any sleeping rules? Any strange sleeping behaviours? Do you have a side of the bed?  Do swap sides? Tell me everything!

Saturday, November 05, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 5: What the heck is a Tim Tam?

Thank you to everyone who has filled out the survey (if you haven't here is a link to take you straight there).  I have found a lot of fascinating information from it - mostly that ya'll think I'm adorable and funny.  And also that several of you don't know what a tim tam is.  This is heartbreaking.

To be fair, I can't eat tim tams because they have the gluten in them. But when I first studied abroad in Australia, I couldn't handle all my friends RAVING about them any more, and made them each buy a box of their favourite flavour and then ate one of each.  And then I got really sick from The Gluten (that does not reflect the deliciousness that is the Tim Tam by the way, just the fact that my body doesn't like food that is yummy).

Anyway, Tim Tams are cookies (biscuits or bikkies if you're Australian).  They have two cookie like things with soft chocolate, caramel, or other type of flavouring in the middle and then they are surrounded by a coating of chocolate. They come in a multitude of flavours and are made by Arnott's (rumour has it that Pepperidge Farm in the US has been making them as well but only in the classic flavour I think).

Now, if I was a gluten eating individual, I would have bought some tim tams and made a video of me eating them and having a foodgasm - and trust me, I would have enjoyed that more than you would. But it could not be.

So, instead, I'm going to send you over to my pal Kimbirdy who last April wrote a post that changed lives regarding two things close to any Australians heart: Tim Tams + Hot Chocolate = The Tim Tam Slam.  I'm leaving you in good hands, my bitches, go and be amazed by the most exported Australian entity*: the tim tam.

*I totally made this up.  But after seeing the selection of tim tams that you can buy in the duty free lounge in Australian airports, I totally believe it.

Friday, November 04, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 4: Recipe! Halva

Several months ago, when I was working from home a lot, I would watch Channel 10s Everyday Gourmet cooking show most afternoons. I know, I am embarrassed about it now.

One day they had a special guest come on and make Halva and I've been desperate to make it every since. You can check out her recipe here.

 A couple of weeks after Inspector Climate and I had moved in together, I insisted that we buy the incredibly large tub of honey (seen below) in preparation for the day when we'd make halva.  Months later I finally purchased tahini to complete the very complex ingredients list.

Halva Recipe

1 cup hulled tahini
1 cup honey
some toasted chopped almonds (optional)
toasted sesame seeds (optional)

Mix together honey and halva until it forms a play doh like consistency:

Mix in almonds if using, and next time I don't think I would use them (Inspector Climate didn't like that he had to chew the almonds, but preferred to just let the halva melt in his mouth).

Refrigerate for several hours or overnight.  Then form into small balls and roll through the sesame seeds.

Keep them in the refrigerator, they'll last about a month; so they're perfect as "I'm starving but I'm cooking dinner and don't want to eat anything huge" snack.

After I visited Turkey and had tried Halva for the first time, I came home raving about it only to find that my dad used to make it all the time when my brothers were little and before I was born, and then stopped.  Thanks dad.

His recipe is a bit different to the one above and next time I make it, I think I'll combine both to develop a more yummy smack. 

He uses a bit of powdered milk in his to make them a bit more firm and take the kick out of the sweetness a bit.  I think that would really add to this recipe and that is definitely how I am going to make them next time.

Apparently both honey and tahini are aphrodisiac foods and give a boost to women's reproductive systems and hormones.

(I like to think I'm craving it because my ovaries are struggling...but maybe since they seem pretty ace at growing things (I'm talking to you Jorge), I should stop eating these foods?).

Regardless, I find Halva to be quite delicious. Have you had it?

(Hey, have you taken my survey? Go here to check it out - you could win Tim Tams!)

Thursday, November 03, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 3: Help me?

So a couple of weeks ago, I attended the ProBlogger event in Melbourne. I learned lots of new things. Met lots of new people.

Funny story, a few days after the event my Canadian blog friend Jummy messaged and asked "is that the back of your head?" (scroll down to the last picture) - which both made me so happy that she could recognise me from the back my head and also a bit creeped out (in the best blogging way possible!).

But a couple of the main things I took away were learning more about how my readers (that's you!) connect with this blog, what my readers want and don't want, and a little bit more about them.

If you comment, I probably read your blog and thus know who you are, but if you don't comment, well, I have no idea. So I'm hoping commenters and noncommenters will take a few minutes to feel out this nine question survey.

In fact, if you fill it out and submit your email address I may decide to do a giveaway.  I'm thinking a package (or TWO) of Tim Tams. I know. So, please, I beg you to answer these questions.

Create your free online surveys with SurveyMonkey, the world's leading questionnaire tool.

And, I'd love to do one of those posts where I answer all the questions you've ever had about me (or cheese) (or Jorge) (or anything). So go ahead and ask away in the comments.

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 2: What I Wore Wednesday

I got the inspiration from my pal Teacher Girl, to rock the What I Wore Wednesday posts.  Rock obviously being a relative term.

So, I only decided to start doing this (ie taking pictures of) on Sunday, so I only have pictures of my "outfits" (seriously, I say this SOOO loosely) from Sunday night until today. 

Let's begin.


 On Sunday Evening, after getting home from an outdoor picnic I changed into picnic wear on top (Jcrew cardigan circa 2005, and Jcrew long sleeve cotton top circa 2004) and fleecy warm pants on the bottom (Patagonia fleece rhythm pants circa 2006).  No, I don't know what's going on with my hair.


 I apologise for our bespeckled mirror (and that wee bit of mid-drift).  Sunday I went to yoga, and so I wore a Patagonia yoga top (circa 2004) and Patagonia rhythm yoga pants (2010) - this is my second pair of Patagonia rhythm pants and they aren't as good as the originals, but I clearly love them (as seen below).

Another Yoga day. Another day wearing the same pants (the shame!).  However, this time I'm wearing a bright yellow t-shirt.  So you know, there is that.  It was a birthday gift from my brother...That is all I know.

The LONG awaited khakis.  I'm finally headed to work today.  Sporting Jcrew khaki pants (2010), and a long sleeve cotton t-shirt from unknown origin.  The sweater is really the show stealer though. It is missing a button - which I have yet to fix.  It cost about $5 but I've had it for 3 years. It's on it's last legs. But I can't let it go.

Tuesday, November 01, 2011

NaBloPoMo Day 1: Already biting my thumb at my own plans...

So, in my previous post I wrote that Tuesdays (today) were going to be posts about my upcoming getting married ceremony, or wedding, or "honeymoon" and I'm already ignoring that. See I was going to write a post about the compromise I made with Inspector Climate about more of his family attending our Getting Married ceremony - about it becoming a bigger deal than I wanted (the fact that it's a deal at all is bigger than I wanted). But there's not point in rehashing it.  A week from today (TODAY), I'll be marrying him, and the truth is, that's all that matters. 

So instead, I think we should probably talk about my ovary.

Yesterday I had my third doctor's appointment in 5 days regarding my left ovary (who I am no longer speaking to).  I had to go to visit my GP so that she could send me to yet another specialist who will perform the surgery to remove the growth.  The growth which by the way has grown substantially over the past month and is now 4cm by 3cm.  That's bigger than a golf ball. That's huge. I've named it Jorge.

And as I said on twitter earlier - I kind of want to give my left ovary a high five,  4 by 3 cm. That's a commitment.  Well done, ovary. Well done. But we're not on speaking terms at the moment, so how'd'ya like them apples.

It's starting to push on my psoas which is causing some awkward discomfort in my groin. So, now do I not only walk around absent mindedly rubbing my tummy from previous pain episodes, but I also rub my left groin unconsciously. Yes, it is as awkward as you're imagining it.

The next steps are to make an appointment with a specialist (which I tried to do yesterday but they were all closed because it was the Monday prior to Cup Day...A day off for horse racing...No, seriously!) and then trying to book a surgery sometime between our Getting Married ceremony and our trip to Vanuatu (hopefully). 

How likely do you think that is?