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I think I found the mountain that could contradict the 'Ain't no mountain high enough' song…and it was Mount Warning on Sunday. Yeah…all right. Perhaps that's a little bit dramatic, I guess there's Everest, Kilimanjaro etcetera. But for all intents and purposes, let's just say Mount Warning was a slight challenge. For me. It was enough. Every six to 12 months or so my older brother Nicholas decides that us kids should take mum on a hike, usually it's for an event like her birthday or Christmas or something. I know. What.a.wonderful.present. So, we set off on our trek…in Butterworth time which is always a good hour behind schedule. We got to the base of the mountain and started the trail. My younger brother, Benny ambitiously started running up the mountain, despite a massive day of drinking at Brisbane's Oktoberfest the day prior. Nick stuck with mum and I seemed to have set an okay pace so I was somewhere in the middle of the pack. I w...

Well this is unorthodox….posting twice in one week. I thought, if I'm inspired, best strike while the iron's hot.  Driving to work today I was suddenly inspired to look up to the sky,  "Wow, that's a lovely cumulonimbus !"  I shocked myself.  It seems to have taken me a good 20 years for that word to sink into my brain.  Too bad I was describing a plane.  No I wasn't. Rest assured, it was a cloud.  I'm turning 27 next Thursday (how kind of me - letting you know one week in advance so you can get me a gift and won't feel awkward because you didn't know). If you ask my work mates, they'll say I've been saying "…it's my birthday soon" for the last three months when really it was the last two months.  Anyway, with this pending birthday it's made me a bit reflective.  It took me 20 years for it to sink in what different clouds are called, I wonder if the penny is about to drop on other things.  Ding - Oh...

I'm getting fit this week. Yep, 'cause it only takes one week. It's not going so well. I get kitted up in my running gear. Grab my iPhone, headphones, and skipping rope, (I'm auditioning for a musical on the weekend and skipping is required) drop my house key in a secret spot (don't be silly…it's not under the door mat or pot plant…nice try) put on my favourite musical track (most people listen to death metal or something upbeat…I usually listen to musical tracks) and then I run for a short to medium length of time. I remember a teacher at school one day telling our class she'd only just learnt how to run. The difficulty was realising that you need to use opposite arm to leg. I try and do same arm to leg sometimes when I'm really living dangerously. It's exhilarating. Anyway, that's beside the point. I can run, just not very fast. The other day I was feeling a bit anxious and realised it was because I hadn't done any exercise for ...

Further to my post the other day. Here's part two. …A number of takes later. (If you need context, read the previous post ). If you have issues accessing the below - another version is available here, however, the syncing is a bit out! :-)  (Such quality here at Let's Get headquarters). Until next week….

In my quest for perfection on the public holiday Monday - I perfectly wasted a full day. It all began when I decided I would kill two birds with one stone (damn…why are all my blogs animal related?!) and knock off two resolutions - improving my guitar playing skills while posting another blog. I thought if a picture painted a thousand words, a video would surely paint a million! JOB DONE. So in preparation I attempted to learn one of my current favourite songs. "Not the only one" by Sam Smith  (check out Sam's version here ). I agree. It is reasonably whiny, relatively heart breaking, and all in all a hardly uplifting song that one should play to improve their confidence in guitar playing or otherwise. The result? If my iPhone or iPad gets hacked, there will be no nudie photos - just a gazillion versions of the one song with a guitar played sounding as if I'm wearing boxing gloves (on second thoughts, maybe nudie photos would be less offensive?). The num...

I thought spending two weeks with my little nephew, Ethan, would make me clucky (nope, that's not a 'throw-in' pun to reflect last week's theme…i'm not that consistent …). While the little fellow is cute (and at 11 weeks old - he should be) I don't really feel the need to get cracking and procreate. There might have been a few moments in the past few weeks that led me to this conclusion. Incident number 1: My sister, Katie and her partner took me to their friend's BBQ. Katie ducked off to another room to breastfeed and as the conversation of the other attendees was all about babies, planning for babies, babies, babies, babies - I snuck off to pretend to help Katie. Being a busy new mum, Katie currently isn't one to deny any offered help, pretend or otherwise. She passed Ethan to me to burp him. I always get the best jobs.  Never able to concentrate on one thing at a time, I held a cup of iced tea in my hand while I used the other hand to burp...

Can you interpret dreams? Good. Interpret this. The other night in my dream Dad asked me to go out and buy a lamb. I came back with a goat. Fortunately Dad didn't ask me to go out and get a toga, otherwise I'd be questioning if I was dyslexic (I stole that insensitive joke from someone -  I think it was my brother Nick. He's so uncouth. Yep, totally making Nick my 'scapegoat' for that one…ahhh. If you haven't realised this already, my brain doesn't switch off, and probably never will. It's something that I have accepted. What goes through my mind late at night when the world is sleeping? Not a lot of useful things if I'm honest. Often for a good hour I'll be sniggering to myself about something hilarious I said 10 hours earlier, or a year ago. Before you know it it's midnight. When I went to bed last Sunday,  I was kept awake by my earlier wit. I had watched 60 Minutes with my little brother, Benny and sis-in-law, Olivia. Any...