Rough day. However it’s all been written about before, word for word. Stop! Flashbacks. Panic! Anxiety. Stop! Flashback.
Even I am bored with it. Need new subject matter, one which doesn’t involve that day.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
So wine. I take comfort in.
I have been in a bad headspace lately. PTSD is still happening and I’ve been using the Stop! technique at least a few times per day. However I’ve also been not really helping myself out of it because I’m essentially a lazy person.
This weekend my husband is off in my car (Ted can carry heavy loads whereas his 1974 Leyland Mini Clubman can’t) working on a project so I’m at home with Missy minus my vehicle. We needed groceries yesterday but it was raining really heavily for most of the day. Considering we’re 2.5km from the nearest shopping centre, I figured it was too risky to go in the heavy rain, then last night when my husband came home I had spent much of the day cleaning so I had a glass of wine and then couldn’t drive.
Having a giggle over this description. I would say “Tastes like red, will get you drunk”. In all seriousness though this is a really lovely wine.
So the plan was today to load Missy into the pram and hit the pavement. Then at 10am it started to rain. So I waited and the rain did clear a little so I decided we’d go anyway.
We found some ducks playing in the storm water drain next to the pub
Missy liked the ducks “Wook mummy! Ducks! Quack quack”
So the TL:DR version of this is, I got very wet. Missy didn’t as she was nice and protected under her rain cover.
On the positive side is that I walked 4.5km (not including the three laps of the shopping centre) so I’m back on the clock for March trying to get back to some level of fitness. My right hip is sore though, so I’m going to have to watch that so I don’t cause a serious injury for my next run.
I hope you’re having a great weekend wherever you are xx
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You may (or may not) have noticed I’ve removed many of my blog posts. I’m okay, it’s just time.
I’m going to keep blogging, but I wanted my story out of the public eye for now.
I’m still in the midst of an unprovoked writer’s strike. I had so many things to be indignant about and so many things to say, but no words to put them in. I am so despondent to the state of my nation right now, victim blaming, jobs insecurity, racism, inequality. It’s all happening and I feel absolutely powerless to fight. So in order to stop bottling up the angst (and also to give my gorgeous Twitter people a break from me) I’m writing.
Trigger warning for rape and violence. Language warning: NSFW.
A fourteen year old girl says she was gang raped in a suburban park on the weekend. She described her alleged attackers to the police who then released these descriptions in the hope someone in the community comes forward. Which then activates the victim blaming questions: Why was she out so late? What was she wearing? Why was she on her own? Even the media waters the severity down “An unprovoked sexual assault”. Really? Which rapes are provoked? Why is there such hesitation to use the word rape? Then of course the racism starts “Oh look at the men from that culture who brutalise women and gang rape” Blergh. Because no white guy has ever raped and certainly no group of white guys have ever gang raped *insert sarcasm emoticon here*.
What about “Why the hell are there six men gang raping a young girl”?” “How the fuck did these six men discover that they all enjoyed to pack rape?” “Why on earth do they think it’s okay?” Where are the men in our community coming forward to denounce these crimes?
This article is actually good: http://www.smh.com.au/nsw/girl-14-severely-traumatised-after-gang-rape-attack-say-police-20140210-32b52.html
Another recent and still developing story is a 13 year old girl ‘married’ off in an illegal under Australian law, religious ceremony. Her ‘husband’ is 26 years old and was discovered when he tried to enroll her in high school.
What the actual fuck?
“A Lebanese university student accused of marrying and having a sexual relationship with 13-year-old girl was formally refused bail by a Sydney court on Friday.
The man, 26, was living in Australia on a student visa when police arrested and charged him with 25 counts of sexual intercourse with an underage child.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,500 times in 2013. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 5 trips to carry that many people.
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I’ve taken many photos of Sydney Harbour before. It’s so picturesque regardless of weather. It’s such a privilege to live here surrounded by this man made and natural beauty.
Sydney at Christmas/New Year is always a good time of year. Everyone is festive and relaxed. So today’s post is some of the photos I took last night from the cruise my work took for our end of year Christmas party. Yesterday was 43 degrees Celsius (which I worked out is 105 degrees Fahrenheit or something ridiculous). Anyway, we were melting but I still insisted on wearing the outfit I had chosen (last picture on the post).
The storm was rolling in while we were sweltering in a 43 degrees Celsius day
The colours in this one were just beautiful, but I’ve emphasised them with an Instagram filter
By far my most favourite photo of the evening. No Instagram filter here! A spectacular lightening storm was overhead for most of the night and I was trying to get a photo of the lights from Luna Park reflecting on the water and just as a took the photo, this happened with the lightening. So much purple!
The lights of the Opera House, Harbour Bridge and the CBD. Seeing it like this you’d be forgiven for thinking it was a sleepy city.
Black and White Instagram filtered Opera House.
Black and White Sydney Harbour Bridge.
And little old me.
I hope you’re having a great weekend and the Christmas rush isn’t getting away from you.
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I remember hearing this song played over the loud speaker (the whole album actually) during the Sydney Olympics in 2000. That time was such a wonderful time to be in Sydney.
I did another 10km fun run today.
I’m sore, but not as bad as last time. No PB today, however even with my dodgy sciatica and sore ankle, I still managed to be only 59 seconds slower than the 10km PB I set two Sundays ago at the Run Sydney fun run in Sydney Olympic Park. Today was all hills. So many hills. Such a hard course.
Protip: park near the finish line so you have less to walk after the race finishes
My gorgeous Asics GT 1000 trainers (not a sponsored post but if anyone from Asics is reading… I love your shoes!)
Obligatory pre-race photo
The tough course was all hills! Two 5 kilometre laps
Post run meal fit for a caveman. I was starving!
That was my last run for 2013. Now it’ll get far too hot over summer for competitive running. I think it all starts up again in April/May 2014. Either way, I’ll be there. Running has changed my life. Next years times will be better. I’ll be fitter, stronger and faster.
I hope you’re having a great Sunday xx
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