Firstly, my Greggie is sick and my natural mothering instincts are to molly coddle him and make sure that he does all the things within the collective to make sure he gets better. That would just be totally dumb considering we both know that he didn’t ‘catch’ flu and that manifested if from whatever is going on in that gorgeous physical body of his. So there’s no stopping him from doing anything he doesn’t want to do and the battle was won at about lunch time when I left him in capable hands of a dear friend and toddled on home. Continue reading
It’s freezing cold and seems to only be getting colder. I’m a bit of a ninny in the cold but that’s not the point of the story. It’s more about my tattoo that’s been hidden behind jerseys and jackets for ages now. I love it! I hear that lots of people have a moment of regret after they have their tattoos. Some even panic that they’ve made a major mistake … not me … I adore my goddess. Continue reading
Today’s the first day I can say I think I hate blogging.
I’ve only just become aware of my unconscious strategy and not that I know it I’m faced with the very lessons that I teach the world … Tell myself the truth and make a change, no matter how small it might be. Just do something different … do anything as long as it’s not what I’ve done before.
‘Project me’ is about putting me first and learning how to do that. It’s about being conscious of my thoughts and actions so that I live in my truth and find the fun in every situation that is my life. I’m doing that … but honestly, I’m only blogging after the storm. Continue reading
In a time where I’m trying to focus less on being so goalless about my website rankings and more on being purposeful about the reason why the rankings are important, I’m finding myself surrounded by ranking chaos. Just as I settle my heart about one thing, then another creeps up. This time in the form of Alexa stats. I’m naturally competitive and have had to work very hard this year at not allowing that cloud my purposefully, goalless year. Then don’t throw stats in my way when I’m like 200,000 behind. Continue reading
Let the celebrations begin!
In true style, Greggie passionately gets swept away by build up of his birthday and has never been shy to indulge in the blessings of turning another year older. Yes, he actually gets excited about his age. He totally gets excited that it’s his birthday and of course, he claims an entire week. Continue reading
The tattoo is healing so nicely thanks to the nappy rash cream (yep, that was the instruction from Pepi), a whole lot of care and attention from my gentle mom’s applications of the ointment, Greggie’s super thick applications and my brother’s ‘slap it on and smear’ ones. I’ve also kept my hair tied up, considering the feeling of one hair touching it sends the coldest shivers down my spine and I don’t feel like greasy hair for the next few days. I’ve also kept it open and worn low back t-shirts in the middle of freakin’ winter. Needless to say, it’s very exposed and drawing attention. Continue reading
Even though I’ve got a dear friend who’s helped me prep for this afternoon’s tattoo and I’m more than a thousand percent sure that I want this beautiful piece of art that is symbolic and permanent … I can’t help but admit that yesterday was consumed with the distracting fears of the needle.
Text Guy thinks I’ll chicken out just before and Mr Big was surprisingly impressed that I was following through. Little did he know that something he said was the final confirmation that I was born to have this tattoo. Continue reading
From the humble beginnings of forcing myself to go to gym and not exactly enjoying much of it, I have become one of those people who schedules my plans around squats, lungs and bicep curls. No matter how busy the weekend, it has become my tradition to begin my Saturday and Sunday with a heart pumping workout.
I do leg training (or let’s say I did) on a Saturday and then back to upper body on Sunday, but after not really being able to get past one step of cardio without the muscles of my legs screaming ‘bite me’ … I’ve decided to mix it up a little. Let’s do upper on Saturday, legs on a Sunday on give the poor things a break until I go for my middle of the week session. I know I’m supposed to be goalless … but I’ve gotto be a little logical too. The purpose of project me is fun … and damn straight that I’m finally having it at gym.
P stands for heart pump and a whole lot of pleasure! Continue reading
I strategically planned that I blogged on Friday night in order to free up my bumble bee bizzzzy day on Saturday, but I didn’t think that Sunday would fly away from me too and the next thing it would be Sunday night.
I officially haven’t missed a day considering I did Friday on Friday, now Saturday on Sunday … and tomorrow morning I shall be back on track. Continue reading
My absolute favourite series on TV is House. There’s too much about it to admire, chuckle at and return for to even mention, but when an episode relates exactly to you … you gasp. It wasn’t the dying person (she sighs with relief) but her lifestyle that had me fixated and analyzing my symptoms. She was a blogger. Continue reading

















