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Postcards to and.. from Kelly

There was a surprise in the mail bag today as we were sorting the letters and parcels – yes, I’m working at the post office – with the arrival of another post card.
This one had very familiar writing with the exuberant ‘happy I’m on holidays’ vibe about it. Gee thanks Kel.
Kelly has gone on a well deserved and much-needed break and it’s taking two of us to fill her shoes. The locals have made all the jokes and poking fun at us about taking over nad staging a coup. Yeah, I don’t think so.

It’s certainly been a learning curve for many things, but the basics of customer service are still there. Plus, the locals all know one or both of us which does make it easier. As I know from my days with Hallmark and training my replacement, there are so many things we store in our head that getting them out for training purposes can be hard.
I am slowly getting to know new people. I could put names with mail boxes, but not names to faces. I found my training must be sinking in, a person was mentioned the other day in conversation and immediatly I thought to myself ‘box #such and such’. That has happened since college when I started dreaming and answering (in my head) in Italian.

Aside from Kelly’s there are a few other postcards, including one from my parents who have just returned from their trip overseas.

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From my parents, while in Ireland

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And from The Boss, aka Kelly

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If you can spare a few dollars and the few minutes it takes, please help Kelly fill her wall with psotcards from around the world. You don’t have to be on holiday, just one from your home town is perfect. If it’s not Woodbridge, Tasmania then it’s good for posting.
Let’s see where else we can ‘visit’.

Jennifer ūüôā

Aussie Aussie Aussie oi oi oi

While I hate the saying, (reminds me of drunken yobbos at backyard parties, as heard from across the fence, not from actual participation) I am Australian, and it is Australia Day, so it’s my call for the day. Saying that, if I were anywhere else in the world at a sporting event I would be chanting as loudly as the rest.¬† Here at¬†home, not so likely.

There are many that¬†have called it¬†Invasion Day, but today is all¬†about celebrating what it is to be Australian, and our wonderful multi cultural people’s. ¬†As well as any excuse to have another day off and spend the long¬†weekend fishin’ and drinkin’ and proving just how yobbo many of us are.

We have a freedom that knows no bounds (well maybe it does, but that sounded pretty cool) and the wide open spaces that showcase some of the best scenery in the world.
A lifestyle that is casual and friendly (mostly) and food that reflects it. Yeah sure we eat one of the animals on our Coat of Arms, but it shows how completely we love our country we are (hmm, not sure about that one).

We have a knack, or rather a skill, at being able to laugh at ourselves and take the mickey out of everyone else, the all the abbreviations to go with it.

We live on an island paradise, with wide dusty plains where all you can see is the horizon shimmering in the distance, rainforests to delight and beaches to rival the worlds best. Our sunrises and sunsets are among the best and scenery is a photographers paradise.
We also have more deadly animals than (just about) any other country and are a continent all of our own.
What better place is there to live??

So I shall finish my Vegemite toast and wish all my expat and current Aussie friends a very Happy Australia Day.

(For new readers, check out last years Aus Day post here)

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I’m bringing sexy back!!

(working title: “Kiss denial goodbye, and welcome back the sexy mama inside” But, c’mon, admit it, you just had to see what it was about)

I wasn’t going to do a post specifically about weight loss or losing weight… Or getting fit or any of those things. ¬†Why, because it is a personal thing. Not one that we should pass judgement on, everyone has their own battles, ¬†even though human nature dictates to us to look a certain way. I’m sure even the cavemen had their partialities (a word?? if not it is now) to particular women.

So if I was not going to do this, why do it now?
There’s something about not fitting into any of your clothes that makes you go “shit, really have to move this arse” and that was essentially my thought the other day. My jeans were in the wash and we had to go out. Damn, what do I wear?! I did find something, that didn’t show off my muffin top or make me look pregnant.. at the moment I am wearing an over sized jumper with leggings that I’m sure makes my butt look huge, and I will go out like this to, ¬†coz today I don’t care, too much. ¬†Sometimes you just have to suck it up (or in) and move on get moving. ¬†Like today when I have no choice but to go out, being the only parent home and all.
There is also a thing called pride in yourself and not caring about what others think, and then there is just a complete lack of care and looking skanky or frumpy.  Neither is a good look, for anyone.
It’s also really sad when you continually wear the same things because you know they fit and look at least halfway decent. Worse still, you have to do this when you have a wardrobe full of gorgeous clothes that you love. ¬†I’m not too fond of looking like I’m fifty (physically) when I can look 30. ¬†Or better.

Sure, there are those that say you should be happy in your skin, no matter your size. (But most of the people who say this don’t have a weight problem and wonder what the big deal is). Yes, I’m one of them. ¬†And to be honest. ¬†I’m not happy. ¬†Yes, you have to be happy within yourself. ¬†Yes, it doesn’t matter what size you are. ¬†But you also have to be honest and get realistic – kick denial out the door – there are some sizes that are just not cool (or healthy).
So is this about wanting to look like the media’s version of what is normal, or what I want to be. It’s actually a bit of both. Ok, I’ll re-phrase that. I don’t think I should be super skinny and look like a skeleton. ¬†I do have some common sense. ¬†Besides I like my food too much and dislike gym workouts generally. ¬†Ha, And there-in lies the problem.
Where was I? Oh yeah, size and the media. ¬†The media like to make people feel like crap and have forced this ridiculous notion on us about what we should look like. What happened to Marilyn, she was a size 16 , curvy and one hot chick! ¬†Never mind the Twiggy era, that would be another damned media issue too.¬†¬†Why can’t we bring back curvy and sexy women as the ideal. ¬†I say curvy not lumpy and overweight. ¬†Celebrate your natural curves or get out there and make your own. ¬†Fit fabulous and full of curves.
As some semblance of common sense I also have motivation, and commitment by the bucket load. Oh, it’s all there inside, I just gotta force its hand sometimes.
Motivation coz I know I can do it, I’ve done it before, and I have so many pretty summer clothes just waiting in the wings. ¬†(Yeah, just a tad vain here, but I am happy to admit it)
And commitment. Yeah, I’ve done this before, I can stick to a (fairly) strict diet if I need to. I can still enjoy my junk food in strict moderation. And as a non lover of chocolate and other overly sweet things, I think I’m fine. (I know, the commenters are all waiting for that one). ¬†Savoury and salty is more my thing… just as bad I say.

If I want to do this. Then I will.

My motivation? It is only 15 weeks til New Years. ¬†And there is about 17kg to kick out of my life. ¬†So long as there is at least 12 gone I will be happy. I’m not breaking my back here, but being realistic. Lose too much a week and it can be detrimental to the overall goal.

I’ve done it before. That’s why am I back in this boat. Never mind the wagon, I lost that years ago. Kept falling off so I let it go.

Back in 2004 when we first arrived n Queensland I went off to a weight watchers meeting and that was my wagon. ¬†It was perfect. ¬†It took me about 4 months and all I did was walk and change my diet. Yes, walk. No gyms, no running. I walked on average 3kms a day, with a pram, which I’m sure helped no end. It was made easier because hubby had the car, so I had no choice but to walk.

And I looked hot. I can say that now. Wearing a mini skirt for the first time ever and having the confidence to carry it off made me feel really good. And that’s what’s it about. Feeling good about yourself.
Now back to the present…. And I’ve had all sorts of issues this year (damn being a girl sometimes, really) so my big idea of getting fit has been all round the bush and back again.

So what have I done. Well I have been conscious of what I’ve eaten. Considerably less between meal nibbling, well on the shitty foods anyway. Grapes (and nuts in moderation) have been my friend.
And this week is the start of the gym junkie. No, not gym junkie. Remember I dislike the gym, or at least the ones that make you watch yourself in the mirror. Really, why would I want to do that?

Seeing as my eldest has his license he can drive to school and I can pop over the road to the gym. ¬†So much easier to go if I’m already there, than try to work out how to avoid it.

So although there will be no pictures until I have finished, and even then I may not be inclined to share a before one, putting it out there makes you more accountable. ¬†Even though I personally know very few of my readers, so what do you care if I do or don’t do it. ¬†But I do. And if I am going to write and post this, then I have to do it. ¬†For my own health if nothing else. ¬†Getting closer to forty means I have to work harder to …..keep on top of everything. ¬†(of course I could just not post this, but that would be cheating. ¬†You guys wouldn’t even know but I would, and that’s all that counts).

So if you need a kick up the proverbial then here it is.  Getting fitter. leaner and healthier is about You!  And at least slowing down the clock on body disintegration.
Get out there and just do it!! Coz you know you can.

Smile your way through the pain ūüôā
Jennifer

(some sort of picture of me back then, courtesy of my brother…. not so many pics of me)

Family matters

(Awesome news alert!!, well for me anyway)

Thirty years is a long time. I was 5 or 6 and can barely remember what happened.  there are snippets, and of course the photos to jog the memory.  But that is it.

Hubby’s family is huge!¬† His father is one of 11 or 12 and with each of those having say 3 kids then say 2+ kids in the next generation makes for one very large family.¬† I have met most of them on our various travel throughout Queensland and the like, others I’m friends with on Facebook, and of course there are more I have not met. So in short , hubby has a squillion first cousins.

Me, however.  I come from two small families, each with only 3 kids where only two of those had kids (my parents included).  I have 6 first cousins.  I have never met 2 of them.
The other four – I finally¬†met, for the first time in 30+ years this weekend just gone.¬† It would have been made better if my parents could have been there or any of my siblings, but sometimes it doesn’t work out that way.¬† It was made that little bit easier for my by having my aunt and uncle on hand as we shared the catering for lunch.¬† Made for quite a few less nerves running through me.

Meeting people for he first time is always a little nerve-wracking, will you like them, will we get on (at least enough to not be arguing all the time) will they want to catch up again? But meeting four of them + partners was akin to an invasion – actually that was how it was put in the emails that were flying about. Family invasion!

Having only half the ‘things’ to worry about made me all the more relaxed – if you could call it that – and squeezing them all into my house was something else again. And I needn’t have worried.
They are totally cool, really great people and it was one big happy family. Seriously, no egos in the room, everyone casual and laughing, really relaxed. I felt completely at home.

Now I’ve never been one to think I have missed out on things, or to have felt that not having them around that something was missing from my life, but I am so glad they are in it now.¬† My kids know most of their immediate cousins, and my cousins’ kids all know and get on with their cousins.¬†¬†The way is should be.¬† In a perfect world maybe.¬† Your cousins can be the first friends you have, and are often long-lasting friendships.¬† A little bit of ‘same same, but different’.

From here, they only live an hour’s air flight away so the possibilities of getting to see them (now we’re in touch again)¬†is much more likely.

Why have we not got in touch before. Who knows, It’s no ones fault and it has been pretty easy if any of us have wanted to make the move to contact.¬† I have thought about them over the years, but as things go, never did anything about it. I’m just happy to have them in my life and maybe for my kids to meet theirs someday.¬† At least the age groups are about the same. My two eldest have long been a bit ‘left out’ as they are often a lot older than the other kids.

I would love to post a pic of the five of us,¬†but am still waiting for approval.¬† So I’ll say now, I look a little like the only male cousin, who is also the ‘baby’ of the family, am only slightly taller than the eldest (we share the same middle name and similar height deficiencies).

Here is the picture of my self and the four cousins (permission granted) + one with their partners.

Kim, troy, me, Jo and Nikki

 

clockwise from back left: Gary, Nikki, Troy, Kelly, Kim, Nino, Jo and Allen

We have all agreed it will not be long again, and I look forward to many more get togethers now the ‘reunion’ has happened.

Who else has met family members after a long time?
Did you remember them?
Did it work out well for you aswell?

Keep smiling ūüėÄ
Jennifer