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As I stood on stage during a semi-blacked out party scene and reached for the M&Ms on a table, only a smidgen of my intelligence led me to think…"hmmm…someone  in the crowd might notice what i'm doing when the rest of the 'extras' or members of the chorus are frozen."  Did it stop me? No. Being the glutton I am (are) I took greater pleasure in enjoying the crispy M &M s that had just come to the market. Plus, I ensured I had my back to the audience and slid my hand full of M&Ms in line with my body's silhouette to my mouth, and only crunched when dialogue was taking place in the lit up part of stage right.  This actual incident that inspired the above anecdote, which feels like it could lead to a blog post about nothing, took place when I was in grade 9.  Not only did it allow me to have a taste of the new M&M range, it also gave me my first taste of what being an 'extra' or in the 'chorus' of a play, ad or movie would inv...

'Tis the season to be jolly, and not the season to be single. If it was, the song would be: "Single bells, single bells…" But it isn't. Being single around Christmas time is one of two things I don't enjoy about the festive season. The second thing is advent calendars. I think I have a fear of them. Not for the creepy little windows that are supposed to make you feel like a giant each time you open them from December 1, but for the fear that if I buy an advent calendar I'll just eat each piece of chocolate in one sitting and need 23 additional calendars. I've never bought myself an advent calendar for that very reason and it's been added to the list of things I won't get involved in which includes conga lines, playing ten pin bowling and drinking decaf. Now, being single. It doesn't really bother me, unless I'm attending a wedding or Christmas function. Often I get invited to a wedding and the invite will say, "Dear Maree...

On Friday night I was really excited. I thought I'd restart my Park Run career and front up to New Farm on the Saturday morning. I was so committed that not only did I set my alarm for 5.45am and then 6am for good measure (allowing for two 7.5 minute snooze sessions) I also laid out all my clothes. There was no getting out of this one. 5.45am came around. I woke up, sat up, and realised I had a pretty good excuse not to go frolicking through the park. My neck issue had reared its ugly head….well neck. This happens on average every three months. Usually it takes some heavy duty moshing, a dance class, or even rapidly pulling off a hoody to put my neck out. On Saturday it just took sleeping awkwardly and when I say awkwardly, I think I just woke up tilted about a cm to my left. The earliest I could see a physio was 8.45am. This meant I was awake for three hours with nothing to do but wallow in my pity. Later that day when I caught up with mates for brekky, they took g...

THE personal bubble isn't as sacred as it use to be. Now, I'm not one to bag out humans in my blogs because….ahhh…..well they're people too…? (my jokes don't get better with time…). The reason I don't pay out on people is because it is too much of a small world. I'm not (that) arrogant to think a great deal of people read my blogs and on this occasion this person might read it. Actually, I can be quite realistic about my reader numbers. The backend blogging stats speak for themselves. So yes, I will bag out someone, but shall do it anonymously. This incident occurred Saturday night. When I go out on the town my goal is to have some fun with mates, enjoy a few beverages, and try and prove unsuccessfully that I'm a really good dancer…if I meet a suave gentlemen…well, that's just a bonus. Truth be told, the latter doesn't happen very often and it certainly didn't happen on Saturday night. I was sitting minding my own business with my...

AT 27-years-old, I was a party pooper. All it took was a piñata, a stick, and a case of middle child syndrome. My housemate, Jess and I had a party on the weekend to celebrate our birthdays.  It was Disney themed and glorious.  Speaking of Disney, I think I should risk being considered a bit daft and let you know that when I was a kid I used to think Disney was spelt D.I.S.N.E.P because I couldn't understand the cursive on the Y. An easy mistake to make…but quite awkward when you go through most of your childhood thinking a man's name is Walt Disnep.  So anyway, Jess and I went out shopping to get all the bells and whistles to ensure the Disney or Disnep theme was adhered to appropriately.  Jess insisted we get a piñata and I wasn't one to stand in her way.  As the party evening rolled on, it was finally time to hit the piñata.  Somehow in my rather merry state (I blame the punch concoction Jess prepared) I insisted I go ...

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...