Turning 25.

I recently turned 25.

I'm in my (hopefully) second quarter of life now and the last couple of years I feel like I have done so much, but doing so much also means that the years fly by.

Turning 25 reminds me of a questionnaire that we were sent for our 5 year high school reunion (which never went ahead by the way thanks to dismal RSVP's - these days if you want to see who has a great job, who has gained weight etc you just log on to facebook) which asked the big looming question:

What have you achieved?

I complained to The Husband that I had achieved nothing. nada. zilch. Mind you, this was 2011.

What the hell was I going to write? So, I wrote that I had achieved becoming more awesome.

The Husband was annoyed at me for complaining that I had done nothing except drop out of my Food Science course, worked as a receptionist and just plodded along. He wanted to be mentioned in my achievements, of course.

What would I write now? I would write that not only was I married to a loving husband but that we had created a beautiful little human and I got to spend my days with her.

I honestly cannot think of a better achievement, for me personally. Some may not see that as an achievement but everyone is different.

Anyway, I digress. 

The morning of my 25th birthday, I woke at 7:30am like every other morning and went and got Nelly and we sung happy birthday together. Her singing is more like yelling in another language but the thought was there, I am sure. 

The Husband woke up, took Nelly from me and they both came back with Nelly holding a brown bag.

I honestly thought that I would not get a gift, after all I had not asked for anything and did not want anything. 

Much to The Husbands annoyance, I opened my card first. I always do.

It would appear that not only has Nelly gotten much better at drawing and writing, but that she also got her licence and took her pink cozy coupe out into the big smoke and picked me up a present.

She's a good kid!

For Christmas I had asked for a new wallet. I wanted a Fossil wallet that had penguins all over it, but I can only assume that The Husband and Nelly did not approve of it as it never turned up in my stocking.

Instead, this beautiful Pochette Milla MM turned up on my birthday. I must say, I do like it better than the penguin wallet. A lot better.

I am using this instead of a purse, it's the right size for cash, cards, phone and car keys and not as bulky. 

My lovely Mother In Law sent me these gorgeous flowers, 25 red roses for each year that I had been alive and lillies for her favorite (and only) grandchild.  

What could make my birthday even more perfect? The arrival of Nellys Thug Life snap back. HAHAHA. 

I know, I know. I just couldn't resist. 

Seriously. Look at it. 

The kid hates wearing hats though so it took a scrunched up envelope to get her to leave it on her head long enough to take a photo.

Her hat is from Little Peeps by the way. 

Kikki.K, iBaby, Dougnuts, Mad Mex.

Look, I cannot remember when this photo was taken but it must have been a while back because:-

a) I am not the size of a whale

b) My rings still fit

c) My jacket still fits

d) My nails are painted

None of this has happened for awhile now.  That stain on the bust part of the dress is still there though, don't you worry.

Zara Jacket

Target Maternity Dress

Kailis Pearl chain & Von Treskow Chime Charm

Louis Vuitton Speedy

Have you ever wondered what happens if you don't check your mail box for over a month? Wonder no more my pretties, wonder no more.

You get a lot of bills, reminder letters and overdue penalties. 

I need to confiscate the letter box key from The Husband.

I took it upon myself to take charge of the bills as he seems to lose them a lot, and went to Kikki K and picked up this bad boy because I like cute folders and they make mundane jobs like bill paying more fun. 

My Bills Organiser $39.95

I also got this adorable baby book as at the moment I just write things in my 2012 diary but when I turf that I do not want to lose the dates of the scans, first kicks etc. 

Baby Book - Bebis $49.95

I was served by lovely blog reader, Kate, and I couldn't help but think 'why doesn't anybody ever recognise me when I look nice!?' I swear I was practically sweating and my hair was a frizzy mess. 

These macarons are from The Cupcake Family in QV and were damn fine. 

Two for me, two for mum and two for Grant who we were visiting in hospital that day.

I headed to the park on Sunday armed with my new John Grisham book which was bound to be just like every single other book of his about law that he ever wrote to leave me in anticipation of what would happen next.

I swear, they are all so repetitive but I cannot get enough of them. 

When you walk past Mad Mex every day, it is sometimes hard to avoid temptation.

All it takes is for me to tell The Husband that our daughter feels like Mexican and we are in that door, sucker.

I order the two soft tacos but usually take them home with me to eat in my personal privacy, away from judging eyes as I make such a mess but yesterday we ate them in store and what a laugh that was.

I feel like the staff over fill them to the extent that they do purely so that they can laugh at me trying to fit it in my mouth.

Would you look at that, a lime!  

The aftermath. Not as pretty as the before shot that is for starters. What a mess.

Soon you will no longer see the third part of our marriage in my photos as The Husband is going to make the switch to the iPhone purely so that we can use the iBaby monitor and he can log in and say HI to the baby when he is at work or on work trips. 

Maybe sometimes I will bring the monitor out into the living area, make sure that the camera is not facing our chaos which is bound to be there, and let him watch us play haha. 

The poor little tacker will have the normal monitor and this one trained on her, like a performing monkey. 

At this stage it looks as if The Husband may have to go overseas for a brief work trip not long after the baby pops out, and I am invited but I think it will be far too difficult to go so will just stay home and have my mum stay over, but it really sucks! 

How good are hot jam doughnuts. 

If you do not like hot jam doughnuts, please leave a comment stating this and your reason as I am yet to meet someone who does not like them.

Sunday Funday

Sunday Funday People.

I had a fantastic weekend, I got to eat Fish n Chips on the beach, see both my nephews and my niece (if I saw Sophia, it would have been a perfect weekend).

Lucas is down for the weekend and I had Ash-Rose for the night on Friday so we spent Saturday morning visiting Thomas and Henry, playing on the trampoline, the sand pit, eating cake and walking to the park. Perfecto. 

After our visit we headed to see Lucas and had Fish n Chips on Edithvale beach. 

It was a tad windy. Exhibit A above.

Seagulls are like the Piranhas of the sea. 

Throwing chips to them was actually pretty insane when we realised they were willing to kill each other for a chip. We had an experiment where Lucas lay down on the sand and we threw the chips on him but they were  not willing to get too close. 

What is more delicious? That's right, nothing. 

Henry in fine form. How do you not love that face?

I taste like chocolate hot cross buns. He told me so.

Warms my heart.

The path to cuteness perhaps?

Weekend Casual.

Levi jeans, Target tunic, Haviana thongs, Chanel glasses, Louis Vuitton bag. 

Jax Teller has been keeping me company this week. Mmmmmhmmmmmm.

I'm very slowly working my way through my new polishes, after Essie are all tried I will be on to China Glaze which arrived last week. 

This is Essie - Funny Face.

It's pretty much an exact dupe for 'OPI - I'm Indi-a Mood for Love'.

I've spent all day doing fun stuff like buying hot cross buns, cleaning, bleaching my arm hairs and painting my nails.

I also got stopped by a homeless man and this is how the conversation went:

HM: "As you can tell by my suitcase, I am from Johannesburg and I am hungry"

Me: "Okay.... My brother lives in Joburg!"

HM: "Death Stare"

Me: "Okay so you want money?"

HM: "Yes. I told you, I am hungry"

I gave him $3.50 - all of the money in my wallet

HM: "This is not enough!!!!!!"

Me: "The correct response would be, Thank You. If it is not enough you can give it back."

He just looked away.

Seriously, I have no qualms with giving homeless people money. Living in the CBD, I get asked at least 3 times a day whilst walking home and I usually give, depending on if they are mean or rude or not. 

I just don't understand why some feel the need to be so rude and ungrateful "This is not enough".

No wonder so many people just walk on by and ignore them. 

My Cotton On jeans have stretched like.... oh wait, that would be an inappropriate joke. Never mind.

I'm going to go back and get the size down and hope that after a days wear they fit perfectly as they were a little snug. 

Here I am last week eating a Lite n Easy biscuit. It tasted like cardboard.

In other news, I was eating an easter egg before and only ate half of it and now seem to have lost the other half. I hope it's not melted all over my back....

It's Friday Night.

I usually try and blog 5-7 times per week, but have not blogged since Monday (and that was a scheduled post so does not count) since I have been on my near-death-bed suffering from food poisoning since Sunday night.  I was riding the porcelain pony all night (guess what, my hair is not long enough to tie back and avoid the vomit..) and then on Monday I spent the day in bed, not being able to move from pain and sweating through the sheets. I kept fading in and out and seeing The Husbands stricken face watching over me, and bringing me water to sip and wet towels for my head. 

He wanted to take me to hospital but we were at my in-laws in Geelong and I didn't want to be stuck in Geelong hospital!! I have honestly never been that sick in my life, and I have had pneumonia which seems like a walk in the park now. 

I took Tuesday off from work, which I hate doing, not only because I feel like I am letting everyone down, but also because I get so bored at home. Went back to work on Wednesday but was not feeling too smash hot, and am only regaining normal-ness now.

Anyway, moving on.

Friday night I caught up with Blithely Unaware, cotton socks, horry pop lolly pop and a freckle to the left. http://afreckletotheleft.blogspot.com.au/

It goes against my heart that they don't use Capital Letters. I love them and use them all the time, even when not appropriate. Like Right Now. 

cotton socks had put on an amazing spread for us, but I didn't take pics so click here and visit Blithely Unaware for her post!! 

Excellent fact: A bottle of Veuve Clicquot fits into a Louis Vuitton Speedy 30, perfectly.

Who knew. Adios paper bag, hello Speedy. 

That is totally a stranger in the life with me whilst I snapped the pic. 

Ninni is cute as pie. Which is why I look like BBQ dog is on the cards. 

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OPI Designer de Better lasts over a week on my nails. Impressive.

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I layered it with China Glaze Fairy Dust for some extra sparkle.  Need to put my olloclip to use more often so that I actually get some good nail shots. 

You know the best thing about sizing up? Zero muffin top. So that is what the secret is. 

Belly buttons are so weird. 

This photo was before my food poisoning, but I looked gross super skinny after it, believe me. 

This was taken a few hours before the food poisoning set in, but an hour after the offending food was eaten. 

This is a photo with my mum and 3 of her 4 sisters. There is another sister, but I'll save that story for another boring Friday night.

This is Dominic. Otherwise known as Nonno.

It has been years and years since I last saw him, I'm afraid to admit. He is in a nursing home and I felt like I needed to go and visit every single old person in there as they all appeared to be so excited to see people coming to visit. 

Only 1 boxing session this week. The Husband is slightly weirded out by me flexing my non-existent muscles whenever I come home from boxing. I should sneakily set this as his screen saver. 

My Missoni umbrellas arrived! Yahooo!

I did the right thing and gave this one to The Husband as he never has an umbrella, but it probably means I will never see it again. 

My umbrella arrived too, in a rather large package. I can't wait to use it, it is beautiful. 

In other news, I leave my heels at work under my desk as I come and go in my thongs for comfort, but do you think my shoes were there this morning? No. They were gone.

I'm not pointing fingers, but they didn't just vanish into thin air.

I had to wear thongs all day at work and they did not match my past the knee fitted pencil skirt. Ergh. That shit needs heels. 

They weren't awesome anyway so not a bad reason to buy a new pair.

Dinner.

American Psycho is on. Can't believe I have never seen it. 

In other news, eBay is a new pick up tool apparently. 

What are you doing tonight? Entertain me. 

P.S - I got Draw Something & my username is ElPoppeto 

I'm no good, but golly is it fun. 

Beads, Beads, Glorious Beads.

Remember how last week I declared that Black really is the new Black? 

Well, I’ve decided to add some color to the palette. My friend Georgie has started her own jewelry making company, G.E.D and I bought a custom listing for $55 and asked her to make me something featuring aqua, white and purple and all the colors in between. 

This arrived a few days later. 

Completely different to anything I own and child like in a great way.

I needed something to dress up my plain outfits, but not be as dressy as the statement necklaces that I own.

The Husband really likes it, so that is a plus. My niece does not like it, so that is a negative ha.

In the above photo I am wearing a Warehouse Dress, G.E.D Necklace, Zara Blazer & Cole Haan bag. 

I have really gotten my money worth out of this blazer and I only got it last week! I swear I have worn it every day since.

The Husband saw it hanging on the dining room chair and said “Is that a new jacket?!?!?!”. Gah. Why and how does he notice these things? I swear he never used to notice if I had something new on, even if it had of jumped out of my closet and punched him in the face all whilst screaming “LOOK AT ME! I AM NEWWWWWWWWWW!!!”.

Now that I am in super saving mode, he notices every.little.thing. God love him. Maybe I just need to get a hair cut, he won't notice that. 

Which reminds me, he said “Those wedges are NEW!!!” even though I got them months ago.

I felt like I had a bit of a gypsy look going on here.

ASOS skirt, Forever 21 2-in-1 top, Louis Vuitton bag, Haviana thongs & G.E.D necklace.

I wore pants to work the other day. It was weird.

You know what else is weird (well, more terrible than weird)? My obsession with Dumplings. Last week I ate them 4 times. FOUR NIGHTS DEDICATED TO DUMPLINGS!!!

Funny story for you.

On Saturday night I went out with my sister Cat and her husband Mike who are over from Ireland, The Husband, Marnie (Hi Marnie!!!) and others for dumplings.

Afterwards, The Husband and I went home as he had been in Sydney for the past few days and was tired/hung over and wanted to rest rather than go out with them.

Cat & Mike got home later and at about 4:30am I woke up to someone standing at our bedroom door. It was Mike. I said “Mike are you okay?” and he replied, with his Irish accent “Nom Nom Nom Nom Nom Nom Nom” and just stood there whilst I sat up in bed wondering if I was dreaming this. He then walked away and The Husband woke up (bit late if it was a murderer at the door…) and then we heard the front door open and close. The Husband ran out after him, thinking we would lose him for ever if he left the apartment, and was standing in the hall saying “Mike!?!?!” as he could not see him. He then heard “Nom Nom Nom Nom Nom Nom” coming from the pitch black bathroom and found him in there.

So weird. Turns out Mike was sleep walking. Best sleep walker EVER. I swear I am laughing about it just typing this. The Husband has been laughing about it for days.

The Devil. 

After swearing off dumplings, I got home last night from boxing and found The Husband had prepared mussels with a vinaigrette, peeled all the king prawns for me and whipped up some prawn dumplings. He is the best.

I’ve just bought another 10 boxing sessions. Oh yeah. This is addictive!! I think I have done about 10 so far and am loving it. What a work out. You know you have been well and truly worked out when you are drenched in sweat and cannot walk to the tram stop after class. Boom pow. 

I’ve had personal trainers before, done boot camp and done boxing classes at the gym and they have all worked me, but nothing like this. What is your favorite form of exercise?