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Showing posts from March, 2015

I am woman, hear me SNORE!

I've imported all my old blog posts from my "health and fitness" blog into this one - you can go and check them out if you like indulging my ramblings. They detail my ongoing battle with my weight, and increasingly my health.

This week I've been tired. So very, very tired. The kind of tired that makes you a bit teary and the kind that makes you just want to crawl back into bed for a bit of a nap.

Apart from the insomnia caused by peri-menopausal hormones I experience periodically, this tiredness is also caused by my recently acquired snoring habit. I used to only snore when stuffed up with a cold or flu or if I'd hit the wine really hard. Now snoring is a night occurrence, which keeps waking me up with a start, and is keeping hubby awake (how the worm turns) and often sees me skulking off the spare bed.

I'm sure it is also a bit of sleep apnoea happening and the reason I'm tired is also because I'm not getting enough oxygen through the night.

Why the …

The importance of true peers

I read an article from the Gifted Homeschoolers Forum Facebook page this week. It was about the importance of finding peers for your gifted child and adolescent, and how it can be hard for them to find true peers in the traditional school system. There is nothing super-unusual about this article. Miraca Gross has written about it in The Me Behind the Mask and about how important it is for our gifted kids to find "kindred spirits".
This week, I read those articles and I cry. I cry not for my two exceptionally gifted kids, but I cry for me. Because it's not just our kids searching for their tribe; those couple of people who "get you". Kindred spirits. It is gifted adults too.

I spent the weekend with work colleagues on a "reward trip". We are the top performing novice travel consultants who made our targets. They took us away for a weekend of socialising and fun on the Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia. Now, usually I can get along with most people and…

What do I want to be when I grow up?

I will get to the bad bits of school, I promise. But first, it's all about me...and a bit of navel gazing.

You know those people who reckon that even if they won the lottery, they would still go to work? Nup. Not me! I might potter about doing some writing (blogging, novel writing) and maybe some volunteering, but paid employment? Especially full-time paid employment? I'd chuck that baby out with the bath water if I didn't financially have to do it. But financially, I'll be eating two-minute noodles in retirement if I don't work, so it was time to get back into the paid workforce full-time. Plus, I reckon I have some mad skillz, so I should be doing something "worthwhile" with my employment life.

Depending on how well you know me, you may or may not know I have an interesting resume. I've done all sorts of things, not counting my motherly/home duties. I'm talking paid employment. Through the years, I've been a:

production line worker in a choco…