Footprints for a Friend

One night I had a dream--

I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord

and across the sky flashed scenes from my life.

For each scene I noticed two sets of footprints,

one belonged to me and the other to the Lord.

When the last scene of my life flashed before me,

I looked back at the footprints in the sand.

I noticed that many times along the path of my life,

there was only one set of footprints.

I also noticed that it happened at the very lowest

and saddest times in my life.

This really bothered me and I questioned the Lord about it.

"Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,

you would walk with me all the way,

but I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life

there is only one set of footprints.

"I don't understand why in times when I needed you most,

you should leave me."

The Lord replied, "My precious, precious child,

I love you and I would never, never leave you

during your times of trial and suffering.

"When you saw only one set of footprints,

it was then that I carried you."

LYLAS

 

I don’t want to be here anymore....

I want to be somewhere where I am not constantly chasing a ball I cannot catch

I want to be somewhere where I feel relaxed, fresh and uncomplicated

I want to prance around in a bathing suit and swim in the ocean all day

I want to walk where there are no eggshells

I want to smile and not only when there are other people in the room (I also want me old smile back)

I want to feel happy with myself

I don't want to become a statistic

I NEED a holiday

I will go to Greece one day... soon

Pics from http://www.theodora.com/wfb/photos/

Quick Question

I am reassessing some things blogwise and was wondering....

Do you care/mind/like/hate that I post what brands I am wearing when I do outfit posts?

Word on the street is that it is annoying and pretentious. I like it when others say where their clothes are from in case I want to get it myself. However for my own blog, I can take it or leave it. Less for me too mistype, spell wrong and have to correct.

Anyway, the forum is all yours...

TIA

Wordless Wednesday

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Today I....

- Managed to install the office font onto my computer and felt at a ridiculous sense of accomplishment after doing so

- Only emailed D three times, and texted him twice (so far)

- Spilled half a bottle of DC all over my desk, my keyboard, my floor, my brief and my brand new silk top that I have been putting off wearing for months due to its delicate nature

- Received an Ebay invoice I was not expecting. Luckily it was only for $18.

- Booked tickets for my thirteen hour (return) bus trip to Geraldton and lamented the fact that I will probably spew the whole way (even more so after enjoying myself to the max at H’s 30th)

- Woke with a throbbing headache that has been nipping at my heels all day

- Ate a whole avocado but only half of it with a spoon

- Wore black and brown and liked it (until the DC incident)

- Changed my Facebook status three times in four hours

- Made two blog posts

- Had two showers (which is such an effort me for – I struggle to have one a day)

- Looked like a train wreck hair/face wise

- Sat on my foot until it fell asleep and didn't learn not to do it the three times after the first

HooHaa.

Random Rant

I totally figured out how to upload photos from my photo and everything last night to add this pic to my last post but I somehow forgot to do it. Perhaps trying to eat dinner, blog and watch HIMYM at the same time is a bit much.

Anyway, on the way to The Deen, we walked past The Library and were utterly appalled to see this sign out the front:

For those of you with poor eyesight, it says “No Metrosexual Attire”.

Now my friends and I are not a timid shy bunch of gals so there was some full on raging at the sight of this sign. Yelling, screaming, shouting laughing, and a group consensus that we would go home then and there, slick back our hair and don our finest man suits to return  and demand entry (or at the very least, speed dial some metro mates and make them do it).

After our visit to the aforementioned club, we walked past the sign again and dear shy J couldn’t help but walk across the road and question the bouncer about their dress policy. C followed her for support (which I am sure J did not need). L and I were taken the better of by embarrassment and lingered across the street watching and taking pictures.

Turns out The Library was having a Bogan Night. Nuff said.

So off we wondered in defeat, to wait in line and have our photos taken (in case we got into a fight?) to gain into a bloody old man pub. What is the world coming too?

Thanks -

Vamp Vagabond

You may have remembered that I mentioned that I have suddenly obtained myself a hectic social life. Where it came from nobody knows. Hopefully it will leave with the month of August (which I am not wishing away FYI). 

Anyway, as part of this new found socialisation, I somehow got myself invited to a Vamp party at the Deen (awful awful club where I feel one hundred years old, need to be very very drunk just to tolerate and where it is impossible to tell when one song ends and another starts).

What a Vamp party was, I did not know, however it was free entry, on Friday 13th and was for a good cause is support of recently-had-dreadful-break-up friend who wanted to have a girls night.

We were instructed that we had to wear black which for me was a challenge as I hate to be dictated too about what to wear and, probably in retaliation to my mother, do not own a lot of club appropriate black attire. This is what I ended up with.

I just couldn't do the all black thing.

I bought these tights ages ago after being inspired by Hayley's post. They have been sitting in my draw  waiting for me to get some guts to take them out on the town. Not sure I can translate these into everyday wear but they are fabulous for such an occasion. They did manage to save us from looking like a pack of goths walking around Northbridge to and from the Deen. 

Some last minute accessorising. The little bird inside the cage actually swings and the hatch actually opens!!

I am the shitz no?

Dress - Forever New

Vest - Lucette

Tights - We Love Colours

Boots - Tony Bianco

Necklace - Jet & Ruby

Anyway the party was AWFUL. I am not even sure what it was but I have an inkling it was some sort of advertising event, luring us in with the premise of a party and free cocktails. All I saw was some sort of fashion show with models walking down the runway in poorly made cocktail dresses holding skulls  two built guys talking about their event "So you think you can strip"?? and glassies walking around in Scream Masks (accident waiting to happen much!!). We ended up having our free drink, using the loo (which was surprisingly clean) and hoofing it up the road to the old fogies pub and dancing like maniacs until three in the morning. Best thing was I amazingly decided to stop drinking around midnight and was dead sober by the time my head hit the pillow. Hello hangover free Saturday.

Oh and a guy showed us his arse. He has a W tattooed on each cheek. In addition, his crotch said "Please take a seat ". Charming. L, perhaps remember this next time you ask someone about their tat. Haha.

Then on Saturday night, I grooved up the dance floor with the rentals at my friend H's 40th birthday party. I still remember H's 30th. I had an crimped hair and discovered West Coast Coolers. It was an 80's party. I was 15. Enough said.

No photos of my outfit due to my complete inability to get ready to go out without rushing around like a lunatic and being too late to take pics. I wore this though:

Dress - Style Stalker

With my TB booties, black tights a side of Espresso Martini cocktail on the hem after an ill fated accident (dev-vo)

Oh, H just upload this on Facebook:

Mum and me on the dance floor. I did not go to bed sober this night and have no idea what sort of emu inspired dance I am doing here. I do remember trying to teach mum how to black dance but she somehow managed to turn it into The Hussle, so we just boogied away to bet of our own drums.

Note: A at 6 foot 8 was just too tall to crop out of the pic. Dance hard A. Thanks for the great party :-)

Anyway, i think that is all. Thank for reading.

Gear-Up .... GIVEAWAY

Just hit 25 followers. WooHoo. Thanks Geo.

Seems like a good occassion to have a giveaway. Everyone seems to be doing it and I am a sheep so baa. Just need to do some belated schmoozing to organise a prize. So be patient and watch this space..

 F

Bloody Belated Blog

Sorry all for my extended leave of absense. As stated previously, I was not blogging in an attempt to prove a point to myself. But alas, my social experiment failed. In the past, when I have not blogged for a few days, the traffic on my blog has increased, I have gained followers and received more comments than usual. This time it did not. We do have one new follower (Hi) and I did get a few comments but all in all, a complete waste of blog worthy time was wasted.

Oh Well....

Hmm what else have I missed while I was gone?? I LOVE Emma Watson’s haircut, I am pissed that MK said she looks at old photos of the twins and sees little monkey performers , I have no idea who to vote in the election and am honestly thinking of taking up Mum’s suggestion that I write FUCK YOUSE ALL on my ballot paper, I suddenly have a ridiculously busy social life after months of incessant hibernation at home, I have started saying incessant, incessantly, I have learnt that wearing JC clogs while very drunk and where there are steep stairs is not a wise decision, I have learnt I am very lucky not to have broken my neck during said excursion, I have learnt that when you are drunk and need food, anchovies don’t taste so bad after alll, I have learnt not just to drink a drink just because someone hands it to me, I have learnt there are many types of kayaks and things you can do with them, I have lost my shopping mojo, I have seen Terri Hatcher bareface and think she looks great (mainly because she will always be Lois Lane to me), I am sad Artie and Tina have broken up on Twitter, I have no opinion about the fact they are going to turn a quarter of the park across the way from me into a carpark....

.... Many many other things that I am sure would bore you to death. Wasn't that a great story << My catch phrase. More than likely a defensive mechanism so people will not think I am boring/talking crap. Something like, if I acknowledge it, then it is OK.

Anyway, outfit wise. During said drunk escapades involving seeing my friend in her comedy show, talking incredibly loudly about certain activities best kept spoken about not in public, being ditched by my friend to go and pick up, throwing up in a cafe toilet (I am such a lady), getting home WAY past my nanna curfew of 10pm and being VERY very hungover the next day.... I wore this.

What on earth is this pose??

My pretties. That I agree are very ugly but I love all the same. Fastidious fug they are (but that is another post in itself ). And everyone in Cottesloe knows it after I yelled at my sister and dad that they were fabulous and in "a months time everyone will be wearing them". The small child standing near, thought I was very strange and probably cacked his pants when I fell over in them walking to my car.

Clogs -Jeffrey Campbell

Top - Target

Jacket - Portmans (for $17!!)

Pants - Sportsgirl (love love love)

I don’t usually shop in shops. I will browse Forever New, Portmans and Dotti at my local “Quarter” (cough, pretentious name for average suburban shopping centre, cough) but I will rarely buy. Going to the shops just seems like so much effort and inconvenience. This insurrection only began about a year ago when I got my first credit card (apart from the times I could convince by big sister to use to hers to pur-chase me say $150 t-shirt??). Now I am an online shopping fiend. I absolutely refuse to pay full price for anything. I am ridiculously put out when I cannot find a coupon/promotional code for a website that I want to shop on and eBay is the worst and best thing to ever happen to me. Ozsale, Brands Exclusive, Buy Invite, Thread People, Coco Lee are all $35 for real deal Uggs and $11 for speedos!! Who could say no.

Geez, I sound so frelling arrogant sorry (for those of you non-scifi-watching-geeks, frelling is alien for “fucking” in my favourite show ever Farscape. Although they all are injected with translator microbes anyway so I am not sure why technically Frell is not just Fuck, just Henson getting away with vulgarity in an 8pm timeslot. And un-geek).

Anywho, the point is, that I went shopping ... at the shops... last weekend. I was very uninspired and I have discovered I am going through a style revolution. I is confused. I don't know what I like anymore. The above outfit it a perfect example off this. A Target thermal? To a fancy bar? And pants? When I did start loving pants? Why do a have a sudden urge to buy every pair of pants I see now? I even bought myself some baggy black cargo pants and I have been living in them since...... ????? 

But you know feels amazing though. Being able to walk into any store and know that I can pick something up and it will fit. Hell-low. I need to get back on track WW though before I blow out to balloon size again and this elation is lost. Another story for another time though.

So after reading all the above crap, here is what you really care about (I'm tlaking to you RiotersBloc - sorry to take so long). On the date front, all is going well. We are continuing to see each other. As a result of D’s superior Googling skills, he has discovered this blog (cue akward conversation), so I will keep it short and sweet and say things are good. Have you ever tried googling your email address? That is how I can be found. Luckily, non of the people who I would not want to read this blog have any internet skills at all so I am safe (ie. One asked “What is this paypal thing?, to which I almost chocked on my Indian).

That is all....For now.

I promise to return.

Weeklong Withdrawls?

No posts as I am in the midst of performing a social experiment. More to come once my tests are completed.

mwahahaha

Don't all mad scientists sit on Santa's knee.