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It’s all about being Thankful.

It’s been so damned busy around here and yet I have achieved absolutely nothing. Well, that may not be strictly true, but it feels that way.

I know of several people who do a gratitude list here on WordPress, and while I’ve tried, I just can’t get it together to do one on a regular basis.
And then there’s the facebook thing going round, 3 things for 5 days and tagging your friends.
Now I am certainly not ungrateful for what I have but was dreading the day someone might actually drag me into posting.
I get the whole reasoning behind it, and I will do it, but my way.

So here are some things I am thankful for.

  1. I am healthy, fit and happy.
  2. I have food to eat and a roof over my head.
  3. My kids still talk to me – teenagers and all.
  4. My family – wherever they may be – are all safe and happy.
  5. I lead a busy life – no time to worry about being bored.
  6. I have a job I love – while only working on a casual basis, I am happy it is there for me.
  7. I have a wonderful group of friends – it’s only taken me 30+ years to get there.
  8. I live in the best part of the world – we have nothing in the way of conflict.
  9. I live in great country that is far and wide, and absolutely amazing – every last bit of it (and I’ve seen a bit).
  10. I am able to persue any opportunities that come my way, without fear of retribution or otherwise.
  11. I feel safe.
  12. I am loved.
  13. I enjoy having friends all  over the world – it is a wonderful thing to be able connect on a personal level (see things through others’ eyes, learn new stuff, see awesome pictures)  and above all be able to visit them!
  14. I have trustworthy kids – the older two both have our credit card details for their Xbox live stuff, and they ask/let us know if they have to buy anything, which is not very often, but still.

As and extra:
I’m also happy to live in such a lovely area where even complete strangers feel comfortable paying you a compliment. And by complete stranger I mean a person I have seen in passing, on occasion, walking their dog,  I do not know who he is, or where he’s from.  This morning, as I’m jogging past he calls out and says “I’m impressed, you’re doing so well,it’s great to see” and then on my way back meeting him further down the road he says it again “good job, keep up the hard work”

Things like that certainly make you feel so much better, and it’s a little easier to push through the pain (at least til they can’t see you anymore).

Have a great week, and why not pay someone a compliment, it’ll make them smile and you can feel good too.
Jen

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New food at the Market.

Most of you know I am co-coordinator of my local market. Last month we said goodbye to the family who helped make us what we were and supplied the most amazing bbq and cafe. This month we welcome two new foodies to the fray.
A local running the cafe with an incredible menu and a local of Hobart who will be outside on the bbq – which will include his own shop front of home made sauce, relish and mustards.
After perusing these menus I’m already thinking I’m going t have to up my exercise routine – I’m exhausted just looking at the choices and what I will choose. I usually try and buy lunch each month, picking a different item. It’s going to be hard…between soups, salad and pies inside to yummy burgers outside.
Check out their full menus – Woodbridge Market

Enjoy, and don’t drool too much.
Jen 🙂

Sunday Round-up

Ten am and I should probably get out of bed.
Time for a cup of life sustaining liquid – Hot and strong!
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Exercise goals…

I’ve walked 35.4 km’s this week and I’m feeling fantastic! My minimum goal is 20, equating to just under 3k a day, which as we say would be a ‘piece of piss’ or extremely easy to achieve.

On Sunday we took a wander and checked out a scuttled boat..

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Photo of photos on cameras

Monday we went with friends to Snug Falls..
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And on Friday I took a couple of boys to the Aquatic centre and afterwards, while they were in the park playing I wandered off and took some pictures of Boat Sheds..

Jen 🙂

Running Fast. Running Free. – a poem.

Another poem I wrote at 16. The last section I changed from the original, the rest is the same.

Push-ups,
Sit-ups,
Sensible eating,
Living for the run.
It’s her life,
Her one love.
She runs the roads,
And the fields.
Up and down hills,
Through the mud,
Along the beach,
Across the streets
And through the village.
It doesn’t matter to her,
As long as she’s
Running fast, running free.

The 5k is easy,
The 10 is getting harder,
But then,
All her strength is
Put to the test.
Her life will end,
If this one’s lost.
She runs harder,
Pushing herself,
Thinking of home,
And the sea.
“At last” she cries
“Running fast, running free.”

The miles disappear,
As her feet pound the ground,
Forever moving, never still.
It’s in her blood,
A constant, she cannot stop.
Wild like a horse,
Flying like a bird.
Always on the move,
Running Fast.
Running Free.

Charging headlong into the week.
Jen 🙂

A strange, but glorious spill of nuttiness.

I feel like I’ve neglected all my loyal readers. I’ve been so busy in the lead up to the market opening, and everything else, I’ve had no time to read any blogs, let alone comment and write my own. I have things to say, just no time to actually say it.

I’ve missed one day on my photo box, kind of on purpose. If I was comfortable of showing a picture of me looking rat shit then that would have been yesterday’s choice. I’ve missed taking photos, getting out and just wandering around.

I had a mini breakdown on Tuesday last week, and my partner in crime, was having hers last night. I know that on Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning I will be a stressed out mess, nothing that a drink or two won’t fix. And a good sleep.

We are fully booked for our first market, but now we need the people to come along. I’ve sorted ads for the local papers and this morning emailed off ads for radio stations – free community announcements are our friend. Lets hope they pay off.

Monday we put up signs, Tuesday I had a committee meeting for the local community centre, I’ve been de stashing beads, making orders, and attempting to keep the house in order. Thankfully hubby is home. Calms me down, but he can stress it with the best of them.

I’ve got stories in my head to write, pictures to take, posts to write, work, and socialising (gotta keep sane somehow). I’ve got loads of posts in my head, pity I don’t have time to write the idea, but I tend to write brilliant posts in head, and when the time comes to put it on paper on screen, it just never comes out with the right words. Or, it is too long after the fact and I feel it’s not relevant anymore.

My community centre work is not a huge lot at the moment, I am way too busy to do more than attend meetings – I had to turn down a sub committee last night for that reason. I know my limits. I tend to get ‘Westwinds head’ as it makes me think in a way I’m not used to. My partner said the market does that to her.

As I’m writing this, I just recognised that ‘putting pressure on myself’ thing. I was thinking abut making some new brooches, and then went “when will I have time?” Saturday is pretty well a write-off with market set up and family commitments, Friday? There might be a few hours, Thursday? Again, a couple of hours, but I have to also do house stuff, pack my own market boxes, and then probably spend half the day out in the city. At least I can write if I get the motivation to.

I’ve become a bit of a sludge monster. Beached whale. Feeling stodgy. Aside from a tad more exercise, I know what I need to do. I have to get back to the gym, but we are playing semi regular tennis. Although do what want, I’d have to play non stop for several hours. I looked at my diet, and it’s not that bad really.
I’m to a huge chippy or chocolate fan, soft drink in very little portions. Is even easier if its not in the house, I can’t eat it. M kids need to cut down on it as well.
My killer. Carbs. Toast, sangas (sandwiches), rolls, and then there’s the potato, rice and pasta. I’m or going to cut it all out, that would be a killer. But severely cut down on it. Tiny portions of the latter, and very little of the former. None for breakfast, and whole grain when I do. I’m working on a 3 week turn around initially so see how it goes. It certainly can’t be a bad thing.

Life goes on, things will ease up, and then, as they do, go heater skelter on me.
Hubby will come and go, or go and come in this case.
School will finish for the summer, eldest will get loads more hours at work (and hopefully his licence), I’ll have more work at the PO, Christmas and new year will arrive and round it goes again.

I decided I wouldn’t edit this, it’s as it’s come out of my head, in all my glorious nuttiness.
For my regulars, please know I haven’t forgotten you, and thank those who’ve commented but I’ve it replied to, I’m reading my favourite blogs, and I’m so sorry, but had to delete a whole slew as they kept piling up and I had no time.

A friend in waiting
Jen 🙂

And coz I can, a random picture.

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