Gratitude

Inspired by another bloggers latest post, I've decided to blog about the things I am grateful for today. Positivity out = positivity in.

Today I am grateful for ...

• the roof over my head and the warm blankets on my bed
• having the day off to sort out some issues and just enjoy Being Gemma
• my friends who are near and dear to me, who I know I can turn to when I am down and they will accept that, listen to my worries and, where possible, try to help
• the sun shining brightly outside - I think I might have a backyard picnic for lunch

What are you grateful for?

Productivity

I'm having a 'Gemma Day' today. My company allows employees to have two 'Special Needs Leave' days per year of employment, so a couple of weeks ago, during a bout of stress, I decided to book one in and have a day to myself.

I plan on overhauling my wardrobe and aagetting a better organised to chaos ratio happening. I've started already and have discovered two things: 1- I own far too much dark clothing. You'd be forgiven for thinking I had emo tendencies; 2- I'm fairly certain my clothing breeds. Seriously. I got rid of numerous bags of clothing before I moved here in April, and I'm culling more clothes now. I know I've bought clothes since, but these are old items that I'm throwing out. My clothes are breeding. That's my excuse.
I'm also going to reduce the number of hanging clothes I have. I don't have a chest of drawers or anything, but I'm going to have tubs for my pjs and gym clothes so that I can actually look through the clothes that are hanging. At the moment, the clothes either hang or live in piles in my room. Oops. Time to make my room more like a haven and less like a hovel!

Furthering my homely duties today, I'm going to cook up a storm. Well, not literally, I'm fresh out of thunder and couldn't find any at the supermarket. Ba boom tish.
What's on the menu?
Anzac Biscuits (excuse my modesty, but I make fricken awesome Anzac biscuits!), peppermint-choc chip muffins (never made them before, but was looking at the essences and decided that peppermint looked like a good choice!), and either tuna bake or creamy pasta bake.
Nommedy nom noms.

Once all of my domestic duties have been completed, it'll be time to indulge in some DVD watching which will no doubt continue into the evening. Why the heck not, hey?

Happy Friday readers

xx

The Week That Is ...

After my fun-filled Saturday, I've had a pretty cruisy week thus far. Three failed attempts to catch up with One Particular Boy from Saturday night, work and lots of internet-ing. Far too much of the latter actually. Tsk tsk.

One Particular Boy and I spoke of going to the movies on both Monday and Tuesday nights, but he's been working far too much overtime and, bless his socks, he's been getting home feeling too tired to go out. Then last night was State of Origin (and we shall not mention that again!) and we were going to catch up, but his dad turned up at the wrong time and it just wasn't going to be worth him coming up my way. Ho hum.

Tonight I'm going to see Wil Anderson which I'm really looking forward to. After my ticket dramas (ie. I lost it!) it's handy to know that the venue accommodates for fools like me, and I've been instructed to collect a 'Lost Ticket Pass' - here's hoping it's not something huge and embarrassing that draws attention to the fact that you can't keep track of one piece of cardboard for a mere couple of weeks! It'll be a fun evening, I'm sure. Hopefully I'll have nice people sitting near me, as I'm going alone. I've missed out on too many events in the past by trying to organise people to come with me, so I bit the bullet this time and opted for a date with myself.

Tomorrow night we have EOFY ('End of Financial Year' for those not up, or is it down, with the lingo) drinks for work. Now THAT will be fun. Especially with no boyfriend at home waiting for me/worrying about me. Let's not go there though, this is supposed to be a happy post ;)

There's a possibility I'll get to see One Particular Boy tomorrow night too. So please please please keep your fingers crossed for me. I Like this one and am super keen to see him again. Oh. Crap. I said 'Super Keen'. About a boy. Hmmm.

I shall run along now, and try and rid the thoughts of One Particular Boy from my mind (ha!). After all, I'm supposed to be having a year of being single ...

xx

Marvellous Monday

Normally, I'm not Monday's biggest fan. I don't mind them, but I wouldn't go out of my way to endure one.

Today, however, is different. In the wonderful Land Down Under, today is a Public Holiday. It's the "Queens Birthday" Public Holiday, despite the fact that it's not actually her birthday today, but generally you don't hear many complaints from the Aussies about that fcat.

A whole extra day of the weekend? What to do with it?
For starters, I'm going to keep up with my 'long weekend tradition' (started this long weekend) of laying in bed for a while, blogging, general netting, and perhaps a little more Gilmore Girls watching.
At some stage, I'll probably do some washing, so that I don't turn up to work tomorrow in some totally mismatched ensemble. Not that I'd do that, I do tend to put in a bit of effort, but if washing isn't done, well, things could change. I think I need a maid.
My Sunday Session was also postponed, so the plan is now to head to the Pub for lunch and a couple of beverages. If that gets postponed I won't be the happiest of campers - I've spent far too much time in this house and in this bed over the last week. No, seriously, there is a clear dent where I have been laying for pretty much the last week. It's actually kind of disturbing. Fear not though, I have actually changed the sheets and washed my doona cover. I'm not entirely laying here in my own dead skin cells.
Perhaps I'll also try and discover what the missing ingredient is from my soup. Hopefully it's something in my pantry, because I'm not sure I feel like making a trip to the supermarket. Although having said that, I should get some exercise at some stage today. Perhaps I'll even walk the 3km to the Pub. It's quite a lovely looking day outside.

On that note, I think I'll go and do something productive (Read: Throw some clothes in the washing machine and then hope the weather turns sour so I can then throw them in the dryer).

I may be back later. My fellow blogger Kevin has inspired me to perhaps share a story of my childhood. If you choose to read his stories before I get the chance to post one of my own, please note that my writing is doubtful to even come close to the standard of his. Nor will my stories be quite as eventful, but they'll generally be autobiographical. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Until then

xx

Wednesday Waffle

I think my body has finally had enough of it's recent abuse (read: enjoying single life way too much, and consuming copious amounts of alcohol, as well as neglecting to nourish it with vitamins) and it's screaming at me to slow down and focus.

After eating a rather tasty lunch yesterday, a wave of nausea washed over me and I hightailed it to the bathroom three times within about 10 minutes. I was **this** close to full-on bolting down the corridor, but decided that running may further upset my stomach and got the power-walk down pat instead.

Back to my desk and 'Holy bejeebers!'. Feels like someone has put a clamp on my head. Oh, wait, and now they're spinning me. Dizziness, headaches, oh and lucky me, the heart starts racing. A colleague sees me and I must've looked a sight, because he appeared somewhat shocked. I stumbled the half a dozen or so steps to my leaders desk, and requested that I go home.

Somehow survived a rather loud but entertaining bus trip (3pm bus = school boys. Teenagers. Oh joy.) and got myself home to the comfort of my bed. The next several hours were spent feeling sorry for myself/dozing/dvd watching/aching and sharing war stories with a friend. We were both feeling about as cheery as each other. Awesome.

This morning, I allowed myself a sleep-in to recuperate. I thought I was fine. Breakfast went down a treat (raisin toast always does, nom nom nom) then off to the shower. Who knew standing up could require so much effort. I managed to stay in there for an age though, just enjoying the hot water on my back, but knew that my body had had enough of it's recent mistreatment, and it would not allow me to endure a days work. Fun times.

So today, I will toddle off to the chemist to stock up on vitamins, and also to the supermarket, where I will purchase the ingredients required to actually cook myself Proper Meals. Bugger how depressing it feels to cook For One. Once again, my mind loves it's lame arse excuses.

This weekend will be All About Gemma in attempt to get my body back into order. Relaxing, reading, time with friends and cooking. Sounds perfect. And no alcohol. Yes, that's right. No Alcohol.