The Suburbs

Suburgatory is my new favourite show. It's a hilarious show about a father and daughter moving from inner Manhattan to the suburbs. The suburb they move to is full of fake, self centred people living in oversized houses full of maids.

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I'm glad that Brisbane doesn't have the extreme differences between the suburbs and the city like America appears to have.

There is a difference between inner city suburbs and outer city though (in my experience). So much so that a list can be created, has been created.

Our old neighbours were shit. Even the good ones were rude. Our current neighbours are so very nice. When we moved in without connecting the electricity (don't ask) they let us use their outside plug for a few days. How nice is that!? They are awesome. We bought them chocolates.

We are paying more rent but we are in a place three times the size we were in. Technically that means it's cheaper, right?

To a skater that is hell important. Rough, narrow roads are dangerous.

I'm not saying they don't exist, I mean we have one, but Holdens, Toyotas, Mazdas and Fords are a lot more prominent. There's a lot more utes and real 4WDs, you know ones actually used as 4WDs not just people movers.

We don't but our neighbours do and everyone walks their own dogs rather than pay someone to walk them. If you don't own a dog, you are the odd one out. Us.

I prefer mid morning Thursdays.

Wide roads = skater's dream.

Me Running

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Best Of The Past Week

The mister has instagram finally! His username is lordchappington!

I did three pull ups!!! Such a good feeling and I can't wait until I can do ten!

Sesame had a sick week. How does one little baby have so much snot?

She's also on the move. Not quite crawling but so close!

Personal space? Not when you're a mummy. 

Every day should include potato gems in gravy.

These girls (Anastasiya and Valeria) have over a hundred thousand fans. Amazing makeup but wow...

Sesame needs this shirt. She has no choice really.

Clueless reunion! Where's Paul Rudd though, he's delicious? Stacey Dash - what a hot mama.

Must have.

Loving this for Halloween? Or everyday?

Amazing roller derby wedding photos! I'm so in love.

Oh wow I want these. Today. No, yesterday! I love this article featuring them on Offbeat Home.

Most gorgeous!

Important Message for All

Want to play? Join in the fun - Faith Hope & a Whole Lotta Love and My Little Drummer Boys. I haven't linked up this week simply because it's not entirely wordless :)

RIP Steve Jobs

Thank you. Through your inventions you have changed the way I communicate and live my life.

May you rest in peace and your family be at peace knowing you are no longer in pain.

Addiction, Drugs and Judgements

If you turned on the news, Facebook or Twitter yesterday you would have seen that Amy Winehouse lost her life to addiction. Some may argue that she already lost her life but I disagree, there was always the hope she would reach out for help and recovery. Sadly, like so many other addicts, she didn't and her body couldn't take it anymore and succumbed to the toxins. 


I loved and will always love her talent. Her voice gives me goosebumps. She reminded me of past famous Jazz artists like Billie Holliday and Ella Fitzgerald. When I first heard her sing on the local radio I turned it up announcing I was listening to the Janis Joplin of our time. I was unaware they shared any similarities past their amazing voices. Unfortunately both travelled an unfortunate path with addiction. 

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Over the years I've discussed Amy Winehouse with family and friends, her music, her husband and her addiction. While they could be harsh I could be nothing but sorry for her. I never felt angry or hurtful towards her. People say she was a bad person as she was a bad role model but I disagree that being a bad role model makes you a bad person. When have you done something you're glad your mother/father/kids didn't see as it isn't something you want to be known for (apart from the obvious, sex)? We aren't perfect, we all make mistakes but that doesn't make us a bad person, it makes us human. 


I've done work experience in a detox that was attached to a rehab. I got along fabulously with many of the consumers even though I couldn't always relate to them. Some poignant events happened which changed my life. I remember talking to one older guy who actually broke down because of the mistakes he'd made, people he'd hurt and what his life had become. After comforting him I remember walking into the office where I was told to read his file and find out how nice he really is. I chose not to as I didn't want to be shocked and act differently around him after reading about his actions while under the influence. Another time a man working in Housing came in to assign someone to a half way house. He asked me what I would do if I found out a consumer was a convicted rapist, would I still work with them? I replied I would but I'd be on guard. He then asked if I thought that a person could be evil and bad? I couldn't answer. He could, with a no. I think back now and I think that there are troubled people, people who haven't learned good coping mechanisms and people who make bad choices. 


Why am I including this? It's part of why I was so appalled at the lack of compassion I witnessed on Twitter. People saying they don't feel sorry for her, why should we mourn a worthless drug addict etc. Disgusting tweets about a fellow human being. It got to the point where I couldn't sit back and say nothing so I tweeted the following;

I expected to lose followers and I did. I didn't expect to have over ten retweets and over fifteen new followers. People who were sick of the callous tweets and found my honesty refreshing. I didn't think of it like that when I tweeted it. I just wanted to shock people into thinking about how it's not always so black and white. Drug users can and are anyone. Drugs and addictions don't discriminate. 


I should back up and tell my story. I've touched on my past drug use in some posts but have never felt the need to go any further with it. Until now. I should disclose that my loved ones know about my past use (I haven't used anything but alcohol, cigarettes or prescribed medications since August 2008).


In late 2006 I found myself single after a two year relationship that I couldn't fight for anymore. I wasn't working and made the move to my mum's on the Gold Coast. After spending my past weekends watching DVDs, playing scrabble or studying I felt free. I lived on the Gold Coast during the week and at my dad's north of Brisbane on the weekend. I partied. It began innocent until I felt attracted to a user. A real party boy. The furthest away from my ex I could get, the complete opposite. He looked like he had fun through my rose coloured glasses. In reality he always looked like he had one or five too many. 


Until then I thought he was the only person I knew who did drugs apart from pot. It turned out a lot of my friends had done drugs. Mostly ecstasy, speed, pot and acid. I'm not going to blame anyone for my drug use. I was influenced, yes, but I chose to do what I did. I made the choices even after working at a detox. I look back now and I know I didn't have a healthy self esteem. I'd come out of a relationship I thought would last with a guy I thought loved me and found out he didn't, never had, just thought he did. I wanted to feel pretty, feel valued and wanted again. Most of all I wanted to be happy. Ecstasy promised me I would. Sometimes it did, sometimes I felt in control but other times I'd lie on my couch watching infomercials unable to move or sleep feeling like shit. 


I've always been a binge drinker. I've been classed as an alcoholic due to not knowing when to stop, say no or not self medicate using alcohol. I can now so don't think I'm an alcoholic instead I believe it's more a lack of self restraint. What attracted me to amphetamines was the control I felt while on them. What scares me about amphetamines is the actual lack of control I have while on them. I've passed out, vomited, hallucinated, forgotten nights and cheated while on them. I've been carried out of clubs, caught taxis home alone, walked in freezing temperatures and stayed awake for days on drugs. Nothing I have done on drugs I've been proud of. Sure I've met some wonderful people who are still my best friends while on drugs but most I've lost contact with. 


The scariest thing ever was being given GBH (a drug I never wanted to try) without my knowledge by a 'friend'. I nearly died. I had to have tests to make sure I didn't have brain damage from it or epilepsy as I fitted for hours. Rather than being a wake up call I saw it as a personal attack and went harder. My friend's didn't appear to really care, in fact the next time I saw them some were high on GBH. I found myself single, living by myself and felt free again. 

Not sober

I found a new circle of friends, a more mature yet looser group of people who knew how to have a good time. I met the mister and we enjoyed our wild weekends. Although they stopped being confined to just the weekends. By now we had included weekdays into our party time. Most of the time it was just alcohol but not small amounts. My record in a night was fifteen ABCs (a shot containing chartruse, barcardi 151 and absinthe). I was binge drinking again but in dangerous amounts. I was getting lifts home with people I'd just met or getting taxis by myself when I couldn't even walk properly. It's amazing that I was never harmed. It would have been easy. 


One night I hit it too hard. I'd been drinking doubles all day then shots all night. I couldn't sit up by the time the mister picked me up. The next day I had a shocking hangover and my body was aching all over. Three days later I found out I was pregnant. Obviously I wasn't healthy and doctors were inundated with questions about the health of our unborn baby. A week later I left to live on two mango farms for three months with the mister following a few weeks later. We quit smoking, I stopped drinking and we cleaned up our lives. It was easy as we didn't have the habit there. It was harder when we came home. The habits were here.   


Lufflump was born healthy and I have been drunk maybe five times since he was born. At a music festival my drink was spiked by a security guard. My choice was taken away again. I passed out and Lufflump had his first bottles of formula. I'll never forgive that asshole but I've been overly cautious since. 


Will I do drugs again? No. I see people on them and I don't miss it at all. I believe drugs have caused my anxiety to get worse. Do I judge others that do drugs? No. Will I tell our children about my drug use? Yes. I'll tell them everything I know. Kids know more than you think they do. You tell them drugs are all bad and they'll go out and try them to prove you wrong. Do I regret my drug use? Some. I regret I took it too far, I stopped caring about myself, my safety and my life. I don't regret the people I met through the lifestyle, some are too precious to me. 


Judge Amy Winehouse and you judge me too. The difference is I was saved, I decided the life we made was too precious to harm or lose. We were also helped along the way with our move to isolation. Unfortunately Amy wasn't saved and she will go down as one of the legends who were troubled and lost too young.


Judge me on my past and you could be judging your neighbour, best friend, boyfriend, sibling, parent or yourself. If you judge someone on their addiction ask yourself why? If you aren't an addict or alcoholic count yourself lucky that you can stop at your second glass of wine. 

Addicted. Obsessed. #TheBlock

I've kept a secret from this blog.

I don't like weekends. That's not entirely true. No, I don't like one thing about weekends and I do get bored.

7pm comes around and I'm not sitting in front of the TV with subtitles on and my phone in my hand. Why? The Block of course! I'm obsessed. 5pm comes along on weekdays and I get the jitters. I want it now! 7:30pm comes around way too quickly and if I'm lucky and it was an hour long episode it still goes way too quick. I've also watched it afterwards to see if I missed anything.

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I am envious of the shopping, I wish I could do it tomorrow. I would love to paint our unit. Our bathroom is a gastly lime green and our living areas a horrid yellow that does not suit our furniture. If we could we would have changed it yesterday. 

It's not only that which intrigues me to The Block. I love the houses. Terraces have my heart especially after staying in Newtown. My dream is to renovate or live in my perfect terrace in the heart of Newtown. Mind you after watching further episodes of The Block I may not want to renovate anything anywhere.

The shopping and the terraces are not the only reasons why I watch The Block though. It's also the contestants; Polly and Waz, Josh and Jenna, Rod and Tania and Amie and Katrina (links are to their facebook pages). Each couple are so likeable! Their personality's shine through in every way. I do have my favourites though, Katrina and Amie. 

The sisters are so much fun to watch. I love their positive attitudes like skipping and 'window' shopping during the first challenge. Plus so far I'm loving their style. They aren't afraid to be daring and bold, but still stylish as they showed in their first room that saw them onto The Block.

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Katrina is also on twitter and she is so lovely. Always willing to talk and answer questions. It's easy to see she's loving watching her journey on The Block and is so thankful to have had this opportunity. I'm also enjoying reading her journey through her blog, Katrina Chambers. We also share a love for an amazing woman, A-M. Anyone who loves A-M is worth loving!

Do you love The Block? Who is your favourite couple?

When I Grow Up

I want to be Rachel Bilson.

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When I Grow Up

I want to be Natalie Portman.

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When I Grow Up

I want to be Mila Kunis.

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