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It’s supposed to be the dry season! Global warming...

Sat, 18 May 2013 15:41:54 +0930

It’s supposed to be the dry season!

Global warming sucks…

#SOLDIERPORN: SOLDIER STORIES: Another note about redeployment.

Sat, 18 May 2013 09:13:14 +0930

#SOLDIERPORN: SOLDIER STORIES: Another note about redeployment.:

So I’m just gonna say this now and pardon the shouting. IF I GO HOME AND ANY TIME IN THE NEXT 6 MONTHS MY POWER GOES OUT IM GOING TO DRIVE TO THE UTILITY COMPANY AND PUNCH SOMEONE IN THE FACE. I’m tired of generators. I’m tired of them shutting off the…

Love it.

The best sound in the world right now?

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:44:24 +0930

Is the lush of my life snoring softly beside me.
Now I know I’m really home :)

(I would love to wake him up for company, but he sleeps so badly when I’m away he has to catch up on months of sleep too… )

So nice to be home!

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:30:20 +0930

But boy, is my sleeping totally rubbish or what?!?
I had four hours the night I got home, 45 minutes last night, and so far 3 hours tonight.
I hope it goes away soon, I’ve not had anything remotely like this before, and I’m not having fun…
I have THINGS TO DO damnit brain! Cut this crap out right now!!

Shoes

Tue, 14 May 2013 21:45:46 +0930

notjuststrongforagirl replied to your post: Trail running- shoes?
Nope. Don’t get them unless you really intend to do more tail runs. I did a 12km tail run with regular joggers and was fine. :-)

I think I’ll stick with the road shoes, for now at least. Maybe if I get into trails I will upgrade, but who knows? Tail running sounds like fun though :)

madhatterer answered your question: Trail running- shoes?
get a bike. lol :P (good luck!)
Oh, trust you! It’s actually a bike trail we’re running on, minus bikers just for the race. I think it would be too tame a track for you to ride, or Kim to run :)

Thanks Kim - You trail runner extraordinaire! I’ll remember those shoes too!

Trail running- shoes?

Tue, 14 May 2013 16:31:15 +0930

The 10k trail run is only a few weeks away, and they’re talking about trail shoes. I’m not planning on making a habit of trail running (at this stage), so do I *really* need new shoes?
I’m likely to be pretty careful with my footing anyway - 1)I’m a wuss, and 2)I can’t afford to hurt myself at this age! Added to the fact I’m not fast anyway…

What do you seasoned trail runners think?

Nope!

Sun, 12 May 2013 15:37:52 +0930

mar-kicksass replied to your post: Other random thoughts for the day…
Did you get Leishmania? (That’s all I know about sand flies).

I just hate the little sods of things. It’s not right that something that’s practically microscopic should inflict so much pain!

Other random thoughts for the day...

Sun, 12 May 2013 01:42:41 +0930

I have 95 hours left. I hope.

The weather today was AWESOME!

I get to sleep in tomorrow for Mother’s Day. Pity I don’t get to spend it with my daughter. Again.

SHALLOW ALERT!! I get my medals tomorrow. Sorry. They’re so shiny and sparkly. (You thought it was just for the glory didn’t you? HA!)

I’m going to a water park on Monday. I’m getting in the rubber ring, and I’m not coming off till I’m sunburnt. I’m a year short of vitamin D.

I don’t like Dubai. Apart from the weather. There is nothing else I could imagine coming back for.

Did you know Dubai has sand flies?
Did you know Darwin has sand flies?
Did you know that I hate the sand flies that much it’s one of the reasons I want to leave Darwin?
Did you know we are hoping to go to Sydney at the end of the year?
Did you know it’s practically impossible to not work after doing so for 14 months?

You just lie there / sit there / walk around wondering / thinking / talking about what the fuck it is you’re supposed to be doing, because you KNOW you’re supposed to be doing something, but you don’t know what it is, and you can’t relax properly because you must’ve forgotten to do something… And then you can’t sleep properly. And you wake up in a strange place tired and confused, and constantly reminding yourselves, and each other, that it’s okay. You can calm down now.
It doesn’t work.

Allie Brosh could have all the hugs- if they made her feel better

Sun, 12 May 2013 01:16:47 +0930

Allie Brosh could have all the hugs- if they made her feel better:

Allie writes her blog, Hyperbole and a half, over at blogspot. She’s actually spent the past year trying to remember why she is still on this planet- and while I’m not in a position to know if she found that reason, I’m taking her writing again as a good sign.
Her latest piece is on her battle with depression, which is the name seemingly applied to every mental state that is considered to have a detrimental impact on a persons standard of living (When was the last time you heard of someone being so deliriously happy they needed to be sedated?), and she has some fantastic observations that I for one can recognise in myself. I sincerely hope that she makes it back to us, because the world would be a sadder place without her quirky outlook on life, and I applaud her in her boldness to tell us all how her world is - because so many more people out there live with this, and aren’t in a position to talk about it.

Bravo Allie. Bravo.

lickypickystickyme: If grandmothers around the world had a...

Sat, 11 May 2013 18:18:16 +0930

lickypickystickyme:

If grandmothers around the world had a rallying cry, it would probably sound something like “You need to eat!”

Photographer Gabriele Galimberti’s grandmother said something similar to him before one of his many globetrotting work trips. To ensure he had at least one good meal, she prepared for him a dish of ravioli before he departed on one of his adventures.

“In that occasion I said to my grandma ‘You know, Grandma, there are many other grandmas around the world and most of them are really good cooks,” Galimberti wrote via email. “I’m going to meet them and ask them to cook for me so I can show you that you don’t have to be worried for me and the food that I will eat!’ This is the way my project was born!”

The project, “Delicatessen With Love”, took Galimberti to 58 countries where he photographed grandmothers with both the ingredients and finished signature dishes.

He acted as photographer and stylist during each shoot with the grandmothers, taking a portrait of both the women and the food they made for him.

From top to bottom:

Inara Runtule, 68, Kekava, Latvia. Silke (herring with potatoes and cottage cheese).

Grace Estibero, 82, Mumbai, India. Chicken vindaloo.

Susann Soresen, 81, Homer, Alaska. Moose steak.

Serette Charles, 63, Saint-Jean du Sud, Haiti. Lambi in creole sauce.

The photographer’s grandmother Marisa Batini, 80, Castiglion Fiorentino, Italy. Swiss chard and ricotta Ravioli with meat sauce.

Normita Sambu Arap, 65, Oltepessi (Masaai Mara), Kenya. Mboga and orgali (white corn polenta with vegetables and goat).

Julia Enaigua, 71, La Paz, Bolivia. Queso Humacha (vegetables and fresh cheese soup).

Fifi Makhmer, 62, Cairo, Egypt. Kuoshry (pasta, rice and legumes pie).

Isolina Perez De Vargas, 83, Mendoza, Argentina. Asado criollo (mixed meats barbecue).

Bisrat Melake, 60, Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. Enjera with curry and vegetables.

[ I was going to post a long rant about some arrogant yoga girl who insists people are ignorant for using olive oil to cook and should not eat fish or drink milk or eat cheese because of all sorts of problematic food issues, instead I said, let me focus on those who celebrate food. If you still want to see the link of the article she was waving on her Facebook, there you go. Privileged white people…ugh]

There’s a big difference between processed foods, and foods made with love. I would like all my food to be made with love :)

Argh!

Fri, 10 May 2013 20:50:51 +0930

I am busting a gut to get home… But there’s still things to be done, medals to be handed out, paperwork (always ALWAYS paperwork) to be completed.
Shouldn’t complain, at least the weather is nice. It’s the warmest I’ve been since Jan 2012 :)

Four.Days.Left.

No more Thursdays, no more Fridays. It’s so close, yet so far…

mar-kicksass replied to your post: You know you’re lame when… Vastus medialis...

Thu, 09 May 2013 09:47:17 +0930

mar-kicksass replied to your post: You know you’re lame when…
Vastus medialis oblique?

Yes, that’s the one. I’d never heard of it before. I had heard of the IT band, which everyone else seems to have trouble with, and I thought I was just lucky, but it turns out my IT band is very strong, and my VMO is weak. - so the uneven tension is allowing the knee cap to move.
Interesting stuff alright, and those exercises will start today. As soon as I get up in another two hours hehehe
:)

You know you're lame when...

Wed, 08 May 2013 16:30:31 +0930

The Doctor tells you that you may not need an arthroscopy, and that there are exercises you can do to strengthen a muscle you’ve never heard of (VMO- look that puppy up if you haven’t before!) to reduce the kneecap movement - and it’s the best news you’ve heard in a year.

Lame, or working for too long?

Meh. Anyhow, my IT band is too tight, and the VMO weak, so we need to balance that stuff out and keep the kneecap where it belongs. He’s booking me in for an MRI to see if there are any floaters in there though (and I’d lay money there is), and best of all - I can run on it!
Providing its not locking out or generally dicking me around of course.

Let’s recap this now - the best news I’ve heard all year is that I can keep running.
I am sooooo screwed up.
*sigh*

A big fat thanks to all you guys,

Wed, 08 May 2013 16:23:01 +0930

For the support and sanity and well wishes for my trip home. It was very much appreciated while I was away, and it is now while I’m in limbo for a week.
(They have to make sure we’re not psychotic before we get home. Well, they try and make sure we’re not… I’m not psychotic, just plain crazy :)

Photo

Sat, 04 May 2013 17:34:06 +0930

Well, my time here is almost up.

Fri, 03 May 2013 20:57:07 +0930

And to be honest, I will miss the place. It reminds me a lot of where I loved in china (just over the hills thataway!), and I like the desert. I’ll naturally miss someone cooking, doing my laundry, and the fact I don’t have to think about what to wear everyday, but it’s time to head home.
Since Jan 2012 I will have spend around two, maybe two and a half months living in my own home, and I’m tired. I need to walk on grass, and I need to get a sunburnt nose. I forget what summer is, and my body is so pasty I believe it’s translucent in places. I need to eat food off the shelf - although the food here has been the best military food I’ve ever had, and I doubt I will see the likes of it again. Probably a good thing, so I can eat less and shift a bit more flubber :)
I will miss the people I’ve worked with for 12 months. Not all of them, but most.
I will NOT miss living on the top bunk (although I slept on the ground (literally) for four months last year, so I really shouldn’t knock anything with a matteress! I won’t miss two minute showers, but I did manage to only shower once every 18 days for the four months last year, so even a stone cold two minute shower is a good one. Except in winter. Then it’s not good. I will miss the gym, but I prefer to sweat in private, so I’ll manage with the equipment I have at home. Although I believe I shall need to buy several new kettle bells. I don’t think my sissy weights will cut it anymore…

Thanks Afghanistan. It’s been fun. But it’s time to go home.

You know, one of THOSE days...

Thu, 02 May 2013 20:33:55 +0930

When you’d happily pay for a ticket halfway across the country,
Just to punch some smart assed prick in the face?

I has one.

I love demotivators. Especially when they’re so damn true.

Thu, 02 May 2013 08:04:22 +0930

I love demotivators.
Especially when they’re so damn true.

I wish I'd known this stuff twenty years ago...

Thu, 02 May 2013 07:47:40 +0930

It would’ve solved some heartache and soul searching.

Food unfacts from Dietitian Cassie

I tried HIIT sprints on the dreadmill this morning,

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 19:13:12 +0930

It was quite funny.
My recovery time was the pace I used yesterday for my 30 min waddle (5mph 8kph), and my sprints went from 12.8kph to 13.6kph.
I didn’t think I could run that fast on a tread mill, but the funniest thing was how I could feel my muscles reacting to the pace. My legs started off being tight, and ended up being quite loose- I believe I could’ve gone faster, but vanity prevented me.

I have no desire to go flying off a dreadmill in front of an audience.
I’m THAT shallow.