Skip to main content

Day Three

a picture of you and your friends

I have included pictures of me with 4 of my favourite people in the world but there are a couple of others I would like to make mention of that I don't have (appropriate) photos of me with.

My mum - my best friend after my husband and a constant source of support, love and inspiration. She raised me as a single mum and we have always been very close. She gives Alan and I so much support and we appreciate and love her so much!

Kacy (@iKacy) - we haven't know each other very long and we met under unusual circumstances but I am so pleased that the universe saw fit to bring her into my life. She is kind and lovely and wonderful and creative and amazing!

Ally (@dryeyedcrab) - another new friend brought to me by the wonderful world of twitter. She makes me laugh and inspires me with her amazing parenting of her son. She is smart and sassy and funny and kind and wonderful!


This is my best friend in the whole world, my husband Alan. He is there for me when I am sad, to wipe away my tears and hold me tight, he helps me celebrate the good things in life, is brave enought to go on adventures with me, he is patient with me and helps me demand better of myself, he makes me laugh and amazes me constantly with how smart he is and how much knowledge he has inside his head, plus he's dead sexy!! I have loved him since forever and I always will.
This is Erin (@erinscales) we met when we worked together and the day I met her I knew we would be great friends. I just didn't understand how close we would grow so quickly. She was there for me during one of the hardest times of my life, no judgement, no pushing me one way of the other, just listening and being there for me. She has been through a lot and we share so many common experiences in our lives but it is our differences that make me value her friendship so much. When I struggle to see the other side she shows it to me, she listens to me whinge and rings me just to rant. She is one of the most awesome people I have the privelage to call my friend.

This is Tina, her and her husband Clint are two of Alan & my favourite people in the whole world, along with their baby girl Lyla. They are the sort of people who you can just be with. Being in their company is never a chore and Clint was there for Alan after a horrible time in our lives. They are beautiful people who I feel so honoured to know and have in our lives. Tina is kind, gentle, gorgeous inside and out, she inspires me to be the best me I can by being one of the most truly beautiful souls I have ever met. Clint is everything a man should be, loving, gentle, affectionate, brave, gentlemanly and the best father and husband I know (apart from Alan of course) the world could do with more men like Clint.


This is Grant (@cyborginsomniac). He was brought into my life by Erin and our shared love of live music. Grant has a unique way of seeing the world and I adore him for it. He is a great listener and only speaks when he has carefully considered what he is about to say. He is the most loyal and devoted friend anyone could ask for. He is forever putting others needs before his own and would do anything for his friends. But what I love most about Grant is that he is brave enough to fight a festival crowd with me! Never content to be at the back we fight our way as far forward as we can! We run from act to act willing to enjoy the music of people we've never heard of before as well as our favourite acts and we always stay till the very last song!!
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Thanks for taking the time to comment!

Popular posts from this blog

I don't want to do this anymore

I am so over it right now. Everything feels hard. Everything feels shit. Everything makes me want to cry. I don't want to be a person any more. I don't want to be an anything any more. My children are smart. They get good grades, score well on NAPLAN, their teachers love them. Why then must they continue to do stupid things? I am so sick of a child running to tell me that so-and-so did such-and-such to me, I am sick of them hurting each other, I am sick of them destroying things, I am sick of them whinging, complaining, walking past rubbish on the floor, leaving shit everywhere, pretending they can't see the dog wee on the floor, having rooms that looking like the aftermath of a break and enter. I am sick of washing dishes, of sweeping floors, of the endless amounts of washing and folding and cleaning and tidying and cooking and planning and thinking. I am sick of feeling guilty for not being able to do those things that I should be doing, of feeling guilty that my husband...
7 comments
Read more

Confessions of a Fat Girl

I have been concerned about my weight and appearance ever since I was 12. I was teased in primary school for being fat and called names like porky. Here is a picture from my Year 7 Graduation to illustrate how fat and disgusting I was I say fat and disgusting because I truly believed when I was 12 that I was some hideously fat monster that no boy would ever want to kiss, no boy would ever want to go out with, no boy would ever love. It makes me so sad looking at this photo to know that I was so slim, so pretty, my life should have been full of wonder and possibility. Instead I began my journey down the long dark road that has led me to the depths of depression and an obsession with my weight (but thankfully never an eating disorder) and today it has led me to make this confession... I am currently the heaviest I have ever been in my entire life. I have eaten myself to the weight I never wanted to be. I am the exact thing I was teased for being. Along with the fact that I don...
4 comments
Read more

52Blogs: Voices and why I'm not really crazy

Quite often, when trying to explain my depression to people I use the phrase "my depression voice" or the "irrational voice" to describe the constant critic that lives in my head. Occasionally I wonder if people are going to take that to mean that I hear voices Beautiful Mind style or that I might start conducting a fight club with myself or talking to a giant rabbit. I can promise you that none of those thing are true, or are going to come true... well I might start talking to Frank but it's unlikely. However the truth is that I do deal with a constant voice in my head. The depression voice is always there, sometimes whispering quietly, sometimes screaming at me until I break. The depression voice is that arsehole that is constantly telling me that I'm not capable, that I'm worthless, that people don't like me. It's the voice that stops me from leaving my house, its the voice that looks in the mirror and tells me how ugly and unlovable I am...
4 comments
Read more