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Watch this video. I'll refer to it later. But please come back to my blog…although I'll totally understand if you just go on to watch the best Scrubs moments. There are always people in worse situations than you and it's instances like the following little (probably overly exaggerated) anecdote that reminds me. A few weeks' ago I went shopping with my mate Jess. I am a terrible shopper. I hate it. So, she often has to bribe me with, "Come shopping with me? I'll buy you dinner?" Waiting for payday and with $12.28 in my bank account with my gym membership (an ambitious $15.95) to come out the following day, I felt I had no choice but to willingly oblige to a free feed, oh and of course Jess' delightful company. My step-mum has had to do the same in the past when it's come to shopping: "Come to Bunnings, I'll buy you an ice cream!!!!?!!!???" "No!!!!! ……Hang on…what sort of ice cream?" I like to think my disli...

The text message instructions for Easter were simple and riddled with good intentions: "Heading to Mother Goose's place for Easter. BYO guitars. Mother's request." "Excellent," I thought to myself, letting my internal monologue run wild with my head tilted slightly like JD's many moments from the show Scrubs . "At long last I'll be able to jam with my brothers and they'll finally realise we should definitely be in a band." It wasn't the first time we'd played music together. Rewind to 1998. I was in grade six and had written lyrics for a song I thought was the next big hit. Titled, 'Sitting watching TV'…how could it not be a hit? I had run into my brother's room, "Nick, Nick! I've written some lyrics!" Enthusiastically he also thought I was onto a winner and graciously matched my carefully crafted words, "Sitting watching TV, hear the phone ring…is that for me?" with some v...

Hello!  Without a worthwhile reason why I haven't blogged for the past three or so months, I'll just get on with it with a 'three months that were' literary voyage…hold onto your hats.  If you enjoy any of the subjects below and would like elaboration, please advise and I'll use it to theme future posts.   THE THREE MONTHS THAT WERE I…. Mastered parallel parking. It only took almost 10 years of driving. I still have to turn down the radio's volume and ask passengers to not speak a word while I engage in maximum concentration.  Injured one of the most unattractive muscles , an adductor muscle in my groin. This happened trying to incorporate a front facing switch leap into a dance routine while rehearsing for Legally Blonde The Musical. Needless to say it didn't end well and over Christmas I was walking around rubbing this muscle realising this action was possibly socially unacceptable. My family gave me little sympathy proba...

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...