Breathe & be grateful

Coco Pop the Dog, Crossfit, My favourite things

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Yesterday I watched my amazing friend Claire compete in the finals of a local crossfit comp known as Wodstock. They hold comps all over Australia and in Queensland they have 4 comps per series: Toowoomba, Sunshine Coast, Gold Coast & Brisbane. I attended 3 of 4 to support Claire who is an aspiring Crossfit elite athlete (she trains close to 3 hours 6 days a week) who I met at my box last year when she first joined crossfit babes Miami.

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In the past year plus ClaireBear has gone strength to strength chasing her goals. She’s taken specialist classes to improve her lifts – they are a work of art. And has subscribed for additional conditioning from our coaches to get faster, fitter, stronger. On top of all this she’s just been named as a new coach at our affiliate Crossfit Babes Miami…. The only way is up for this girl. But most importantly she is genuinely one of the sweetest women I am honoured to call my friend. She always got time for a laugh and has a beautiful positive outlook on life. Something I strive to have… Though it’s hard on the bad days.

Overall Claire placed 5th in the comp which is an amazing outcome. The WODs were tough and conditions at each comp have ranged from cold/wet/fog/rain through to full sun and humidity in 30 degrees Celsius +. And yes all the workouts are done outside. It’s pretty inspiring stuff – oh and the scenery (the men’s divisions are pretty easy on the eye too ha ha).

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So I’m taking a leaf out of Claire’s book and list all of the positive/wonderful things I’m grateful for:

1. Wodstock
Supporting my friend and watch her hit some pretty awesome goals was a gift. Having to watch half naked men run around working out was a challenge I was happy to accept – someone’s gotta do it! Channelling my inner soccer mom and cheering Claire on makes me laugh… Oh my I feel so obnoxious; me the novice crossfitter who hasn’t nailed her first kipping pull up, yelling at her to pick up the bar. The community of crossfit (I know you hear a lot about it) but when you see perfect stranger cheering a group of people on, most of who are wearing the fuck you pain face, it’s awesome. But the best thing about Wodstock is their chosen charity is Street Swags who provide a basic shelter for homeless people, somewhere they can keep safe (it’s covered and designed to not stand out. I.e. Attract unwanted attention, plus it rolls up so it relocatable and easy to carry). Homelessness is a massive issue worldwide and I LOVE this organisation that seeks to assist those who live on the streets with a right now practical solution whilst other companies work on helping people off the streets and creating more safe shelters for people to live. On a side note I read that Street Swags can provide a swag suitable for a family… Let that thought sit with you for a moment…. Gives you perspective. I’m thankful for my messy house.

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2. This mornings sunrise. I don’t have a photo of it as I was driving home from Brisbane. I decided to catch up with friends for a drink/dinner which ended in staying most of the night. I grabbed a few hours kip on their couch so was very tired … But this sunrise took my breath away and I felt really blessed to experience that moment. Plus coming home to a very happy Coco Pop is always good.

3. OMG this video: http://youtu.be/FkHbC1RSjv8
I love the visualisation technique right before the jump.

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4. I kissed a man and I liked it. One of my friends last night was a former lover. We shared a few kisses before I left as he tried to convince me to stay. I declined. Who knows what will happen next time? It looks like my libido wasn’t dead after all – praise the sweet lord!

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5. Old friends. Catching up with old friends from my life in Brisbane was a lot of fun. Plus we ate ice cream…. It was divine. And we laughed, so much laughter, about Me-Ghan, sushi, boring sky divers, fainting goats (how did I not know about these), and pet Eagles….

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6. On Friday morning Coco and I got up super early and snuck down to the beach for an early morning walk. It was overcast and humid, rain was coming. There was only one other person there… Bliss. Just dog, ocean, Sky and me.

How’s your week been blog mates? What are you grateful for?

A burning rage #marklatham #mamamia

Me and my soapbox

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This is my sister Courtney (AKA lil C, penguin, moongoosey poosey, kitty or whatever other silly nickname I make up for her). She’s 5 years younger than me, beautiful, knows her worth and how to speak her mind (she swears there is a filter there somewhere), an accounts wiz, dresses way better than me (always has, always will), snorts when she laughs, has a wicked sense of humour, loves movies, is the best monopoly player, and is the best sister I have! Granted she’s my only sister but she’s a hell of a sister!

B & CCourtney also has a mental illness. She has social anxiety. At its simplest this means any type of interaction socially with other people can send her into a panic attack.

From when she was a little girl Courtney was a kid who hated going out to dinner or to a friend’s house. She would much rather stay at home. If she knew she was going out it would take mum and I to help her choose an outfit….Not because she wanted to be the centre of attention; but because she honestly didn’t want to go, and hated the thought of having to choose something to wear that someone might judge her on.

My beautiful mother says that Courtney and I are just different kids. Where I crave meeting new people; even though I get nervous about meeting new people, I also kinda like it; Courtney does not. I don’t get so anxious about it that I feel physically sick, or burst into tears, or don’t want to get dressed/can’t find the right outfit, or can’t make myself get out of my car. These are all things my sister has suffered through with her anxiety. depression

Courtney so far hasn’t had to take anti-depressants. She started seeing a therapist when she was 19 (I brought her a bag of marbles as a gift – black humour is an art in my family); and now at 28 while she may not see her therapist regularly anymore, she is by no means ‘cured’. She knows she’ll always have anxiety and does her best with the tools her therapist has given her. However if for any reason whatsoever she, or anyone else I love and care about, needs to take medication to help then there is no judgement here.

Today I read a post from Mia Freedman at Mamamia who was triumphantly on her soapbox in defence of women, depression, and anti-depression after ex-opposition (yep this guy held political power in how the country is run) leader Mark Latham wrote a column in response to Lisa Pryor’s honest, dry, and brave column about motherhood, depression and studying medicine full time.

You can read Mia’s words here http://www.mamamia.com.au/wellbeing/mark-latham-column/

You can read Lisa’s words here: http://www.smh.com.au/good-weekend/pillpop-culture-20141114-11mldl.html

I’m not posting the link to Mark Latham’s words. I refuse to give his heinous words more traction. Needless to say his column left me breathless with rage.

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  • Why should people with depression have kids? How does it make a kid feel knowing their mother is on anti-depressants?
  • People who ‘pop pills’ for depression are coping out on their responsibilities of adulthood.
  • His children are the best form of anti-depressant he’s ever found, what is wrong with Lisa (who has 2 small children) what she can’t see how wonderful her children are and therefore shouldn’t need anti-depressants.

OMG. SO much rage. So breathless with it!

So I say to Mark Latham and anyone else who has the misguided view that people who take medication for mental illness are coping out on their responsibilities  ….FUCK YOU! Seriously a HUGE BIG FUCK YOU*.

To the women out there who I know who are currently taking (or have taken) anti-depressants to help them cope with motherhood, life, grief, whatever…No one has the right to shame you because you needed help. By owning up to your struggles and going to get help in the form of medication makes you an adult and a damn responsible human being.

Tell me what you think? Or do you have a story to share about anxiety or depression as well?

*sorry about the swearing mum.

Happy Birthday

My favourite things

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To my beautiful Kylie

Just a little note to let you know how loved you are.

Kylie is an incredibly private person who is going through one of the crappiest years ever. I’m praying she will be ok with me posting this but I wanted to remind her why she is a beautiful soul inside & out…..

  • Kylie hired me on my first real job after university.
  • K is my partner in dancing (by God there will be dancing)!
  • She is so strong & giving & wise.
  • The biggest blue eyes you’ve ever seen.
  • A wicked laugh.
  • A life long love of the Whitlams - remember the night we got into that concert for free?
  • She knows her self worth and has never settled for second best.
  • Bikram yoga queen – she loves it hot & sweaty.
  • K has an absolute moral compass & treats others as she would like to be treated.
  • She can scent out an Irish pub at 100 paces.
  • World traveller & always open to new experiences.
  • Beautiful with a big heart.
  • I love her style – not too fussy, not too girly. All woman & hasn’t met a belt she doesn’t like.
  • She’s a fierce defender of friends – always has our back!!
  • Loyal & honest & a good egg.
  • Master cocktail maker!
  • Has a great sense of humour – San Fran winery tour to Napa Valley???
  • I could on and on but know this Kylie is one special person and anyone who is friends with her is incredibly blessed.

It was her birthday on Saturday and I completely forgot – I am so so so sorry about this! I know she still had a good weekend and we’re both counting down for better times ahead for this amazing lady!

Happy Birthday to you

Halloween 2014

My favourite things

I have a confession to make – I’m a little obsessed with dress-ups! I’ve trotted out a nurse outfit for university mixers, hired costumes for friends birthdays, held a fancy dress-up when I turned 19 (I went as Jessica Rabbit – sorry I don’t have photographic evidence of this night), once had a friend wrap me in a cream sheet toga style for a cousin’s 30th….But despite all of this I have never dressed up for Halloween. This year that changed when I decided to host my first ever Halloween Party.

A bunch of people couldn’t make it but that didn’t matter.I decided I’d have a good time no matter what. Here’s a few pics from the night:

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How cute are these? My hugely talented flatmate Crystal made them….The gingerbread haunted house tasted delish!

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The little hot dog mummies tasted so good! How cute is Coco Pop looking with her special Red Riding Hood handkerchief? She matched her mummy…

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Little Red Riding Hood is all grown up. A very special mention to Crystal again for doing the awesome special effect makeup – she’s a qualified special effects makeup artist and we wanted to make Red a little wild. Plus I love, love, love that the skirt of this dress was long. I didn’t want to come as ‘sexy’ or ‘sassy’ red riding hood.

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My flatmate Crystal and her boyfriend Damen. Coco Pop adores these guys so much but it freaked her out when Damen was all dressed up in his costume….The minute he took the head off the costume she was all excited to see him as if to say, “There you are, I’ve been looking for you”.

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More views of the amazing wolf attack Crystal created for me!

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My lovely friends Lisa and Natalie who dressed up too! Lisa came as a devil (she had little horns in her wig) and Natalie borrowed my police woman outfit. Coco decided she wanted to be in the photo too!

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Ness and Blake did their own makeup and looked awesome! You know we didn’t get any trick or treaters visit our place? We were ready to give them a Halloween cupcake though.

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After everyone went home us girls headed out to our local bar for more drinks and some dancing. There were heaps of people dressed up and a professional photographer…As you can see we were pretty popular!

All in all my first Halloween Party was a success: a small group of friends over in dress-up for fresh chilli (I made it in the slow cooker) and some other treats before hitting the town for drinks and dancing!

1 year anniversary

Coco Pop the Dog

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This is the first picture I ever saw of Coco and I fell instantly in love. I’d been talking about getting a dog ever since my ex and I broke up in March 2013. It was something just for me. A commitment I was happy to make.

I told my parents I wouldn’t be getting anything too big. A cavalier maybe or a border collie; manageable I promised. But I grew up with German Shepherds. My first ever dog was Denny a beautiful female shepherd. When she passed away we got Zara …. Our first ever foray into pedigree shepherds. She moved with my family interstate even. After Zara was my beloved Yanna, a 6 month rescue pup whose first family didn’t want her. She was my sweetheart – fierce, selective about humans and dogs, a total underdog. We had to work hard for her love…but she adored us so much. A few years after Yanna we introduced Dex…. The first boy and now the biggest shepherd we’ve ever owned at almost 45 kg. He’s a big loveable bear who pretty much likes everyone and everything.

So when I started following the German Shepherd only rescue GSDS in need I still wasn’t planning on adopting a shepherd. But the universe had other plans.

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This was taken the day I brought Coco home with me. I was so nervous the week prior going to the meet n greet with her and the rescue group. I naively didn’t realise how serious these people took their rescue… I had to tell them where she would sleep, how big my yard was, how tall the fences, did I have other pets, what were my qualifications and experience with the German Shepherd breed, etc etc. When I arrived at the park to meet Coco and Lisa (the founder of GSDS in need) Coco ran over to the fence to see me. She ran around and came up a few times shyly to me to say hello or lick me. Then it was the walk test… I must’ve passed because by the end of the meeting she was lying at my feet with one paw on my foot claiming me. Lisa says Coco choose me…. I joke that she took one look at me and thought, ‘this sucker will do whatever I want’.

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It’s not hard to love Coco. Even when she does eat $180 worth of sandals. She’s my dog and I’m her person. Her devotion to me is so sweet and I treasure her love. I don’t know much of her life before me. I try not to think any bad thoughts over her first family that surrendered her for their own private reasons. But I will say now she is so loved.

Coco has taught me many things and I’m always learning from her:
– I’m more patient
– I’ve learnt to accept that everything I own has dog hair on it
– My day starts with a lick from an excitable overgrown puppy who wants to go for her morning walk
– Fanny packs are another word for treat bag
– My food is her food
– Dogs like ice cream too
– My bed is her bed
– Shoes taste delicious to dogs
– As do expensive lingerie (she never touches the stuff from kmart)
– Dog food can be ordered online and delivered to your door
– Birds are food, not friends (I swear she hasn’t caught one yet)
– The car is king
-The lead/leash is queen
– Every day is a good day for a walk
– The best defence for a bad day is a cuddle from your dog

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As I write this the spoilt pocket princess is sleeping on her second throne… At the foot of my bed. It’s too hot for her to snuggle on the bed with me at the moment. Tonight has been a challenge, she was unsettled and was acting out. I call it typical juvenile behaviour…after all she’s 3.5 years old in human years but really she’s acting like a spoilt 21 year old (her dog year age).

So a year on I look back and realise getting Coco was seriously one of the best things I’ve ever done!

Who else owns a crazy dog or has a beloved pet?…..

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Box jumps can smell your fear

Crossfit

Basically I am all the dogs in this video when it comes to box jumps! I approach the box, I might even touch it, but when it comes to jumping into the air and landing on that damn box I have a silly fear/phobia about it. It doesn’t help that I’ve had a few gentle tumbles over and off the box…That have resulted in some pretty nasty bruises.

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This morning we had max box jump height at crossfit. I haven’t jumped up onto a box for over 8 months so I was actually looking forward to it. Of course when it came to actually doing it I would walk up to the box and swing my arms in readiness to get up but then I would chicken out. More than a few times I jumped in the air without actually going anywhere….It musta looked very funny! But full credit to my coach this morning Steph who kept encouraging (and also the 2 other girls working out today) me …I finally landed a few and managed to stick my max height at 47cm (18.5 inches). I’m a little way off from the ladies standard height of 20 inches but I know I’ll get there.

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The actual WOD was:

4 Rounds for Time

  • 20 wall balls
  • 10 push jerks

Weight of Push Jerk: 27.5 kg (my heaviest WOD push jerk yet)

Time: 19:56 mins

Finisher: 50 med ball twists. 50 med ball overhead sit ups.

Yep it took me forever but I got it done. It didn’t look that hard on the board but I felt good to get through it. I just keep reminding myself it’s a process and I will recover my fitness. It just takes time. The key is consistency and to keep going and ignore that little voice that tells me that I shouldn’t be at the box, I’m not strong enough, not fit enough and I can’t even do burpees. Who likes burpees anyways?

Beef Quesadillas – we’re not in paleo anymore Dorothy

My favourite things

Brooke’s Beef Quesadilla

I LOVE Mexican food. It’s an obsession….I mean why wouldn’t you? Meat, cheese, greens, tequila, sangria, margarita, salsa, corn chips….You get the picture.

A couple of weeks ago I spotted a recipe for quesadillas that looked easy! I’m a big fan of easy food….It’s not masterchef in my kitchen. I decided to make mince beef quesadillas as I a) didn’t have any chicken at home and b) didn’t wanna go to the supermarket to get some and c) I love beef! So here’s my creation and recipe….I’ll warn you this isn’t clean eating. There’s cheese and wheat and sour cream and salsa in this!

Enjoy x

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Ingredients

500g ground beef mince

½ red capsicum diced

1 red onion diced

Taco seasoning

¼ cup of water

Wraps

Taco Seasoning

1 tbsp chili powder

1/2 tsp garlic powder

1/2 tsp paprika

1/2 tsp cumin

1 tsp salt

Method

  • Cook onion until softened
  • Add capsicum & mince
  • Cook mince beef until browned
  • Add Taco seasoning and ¼ cup of water
  • Stir until the mince is combined with seasoning and water
  • Remove from heat
  • Take wrap and place pan
  • Layer lettuce, mince, cheese onto one half of the wrap (like a half moon)
  • Fold top of wrap so it looks like a half moon
  • Flip the moon over and cook the other side
  • Serve immediately

You might wanna add some sour cream or natural yoghurt to your table for this one. All that chilli powder packs a mighty punch. I also recommend maybe adding a lovely salad with cucumber, capsicum, tomato to the plate to make it even better!

PS. Don’t forget to add a margarita!! This is not clean eating!

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On a happier note

I'm human too

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The best cure for a monster hangover? Street food style quesadilla! Brisbane has a cool new market at Portside, Hamilton. The Eat Street Markets run Friday and Saturday from 4pm-10pm serving up an array of yummy food. From Japanese cauliflower pizzas to Mexican quesadillas there’s a good amount to choose from. Next time I’m definitely trying the Singapore street food stall. There’s also a few non-food stalls selling letterpress cards, handmade signs, clothes, and other arts/crafts.

Thankfully mum & I are ok too. But now with a clearer view of what occurred last night there are questions of why anyone would ever think it’s appropriate to leave 2 women clearly so drunk in the middle of a busy road at 1:20am in the morning. Also it would seem that it wasn’t my mum who insisted to get into another cab. The horrid taxi driver pulled over to look up the address & as everyone was trying to tell him where to go he said something rude that upset mum, therefore she went off at him. I didn’t understand what he had said and told her to stop being stupid as we just wanted to get home. When drunk mum gets very emotional and so she took offence to this and got out of the taxi. Also for the record no one else got out of the taxi to try and get us both back in – even when I told them to go….they just left us there in the middle of a road without a footpath even in the middle of the night.

To the other people in the taxi I hope you never have someone treat you as you treated my mother and I last night. I can assure you I would never leave someone on the side of the road – even if they were drunk, yelling, annoying & inconvenient.

What would you have done?

My mother & I

I'm human too

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My mum is an amazing woman. In her almost 60 years on this planet she’s lived so much, seen so much & been through a lot of heartache.

She’s always got my back. She’s fierce, loyal & loves with everything she’s got! She’s beautiful with high cheek bones and bright brown eyes. Her hair cut is like Charlize Theron’s crop. She’s got a great set of pins on her too!

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She’s a fiery Leo and I love that she says what’s on her mind rather than bottling it up. She’s intelligent and determined. From someone who barely knew how to turn on a computer she taught herself how to use Facebook & is a social media wizz. She reads my blog (despite my posts about men & sex – sorry mum), takes a good selfie & pretty soon she’ll be on Insta too! We have an amazing relationship – nothing is off limits. I know sometimes she wishes it was – I can be a big over sharer! But I am so fucking blessed to have that – I can call her up & tell her anything. Her arms are always open for her children and even though she’s gunning for marriage and grand kids from us ultimately she just wants us to be happy.

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Last night we had the beautiful Candice & Cristian’s engagement party. There was a lot of love, dancing, far too much champagne, way too many selfies, and at the end of it all we were very happy & very drunk.

On our taxi drive home the cab driver was an asshole. Granted it’s a tough gig ferrying drunk people to and from their homes in the wee hours, but he didn’t know basic addresses and it seemed to us all he was deliberately taking us the long way home in order to charge a higher fare. Mum decided she’d had enough and told him to pull over as she wanted to get in another taxi. Did I mention it was 1.20am in the middle of a super busy road in Brisbane?? I told her to stop being stupid and other stuff I don’t remember (oh champagne you bad bad bad thing – you give me the honesty voice but don’t let me remember what I said) which resulted in her wanting more out & next thing you know we’re both out on the street screaming at each other. Then the taxi is leaving (I do remember telling them to go) and mums crying and calling my dad (who’s 3.5 hrs away) …. I’m yelling, “I love you, but fuck you!”

Long story short a guardian angel Joel saw us and picked us up and drove us home to my aunts. If he hadn’t I don’t know when we would’ve got home. Mum was hysterical (& rightly so – who’s dumb idea was it to pay attention to the drunk women and leave us on the side of the road?). She did calm down but I fear the damage is done… I don’t know if she’ll be talking to me this morning and in the cold harsh light of a monster hangover I can understand why. She’s always got my back, she’s always putting others first & last night a lot of people (me, her daughter included, let her down).

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She loves to tell me a story of when I was 3. She was crying over princess Diana on the TV walking out of the hospital with her baby prince Harry; mum had left hospital a few weeks earlier after giving birth but she didn’t have her baby. My beloved brother died after only being alive an hour. I came up to her sobbing on the floor and rubbed her back and said, “there, there mummy. Don’t cry”. I wish last night I could’ve done that instead of yelling at her.

So I’m sorry mum. Please forgive me. I fucked up. I love you x

The truth about Biscuits

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My flatmate Bonnie and I are both single at the moment and she’s been out and about meeting new people. 2 weeks ago she met Paul-James (his real name is Paul but I think he looks like a James so therefore he is christened Paul-James or even PJ for short) through Facebook and then in person at his work.

Seriously she met him through Facebook – he was in the ‘other folder’ in the private message mailbox.

Anyways I don’t think much of PJ but I’m not dating him. However when I asked Bonnie how she felt about hi she said, “oh, he’s nice. I wasn’t instantly like ‘I wanna rip your clothes off’ but he’s so nice.” I looked at her and said, “You know what’s nice? Biscuits are nice. Do you want to fuck biscuits? No. Unless you have a biscuit fetish or something. Or do you want some passion?”

“…..Biscuits are nice. Do you want to fuck biscuits?”

Now I’m not saying don’t date/fall in love/ sleep with the nice guy. You should probably do that – after all he’s a good guy and will most likely do good by you. I am saying don’t settle for some guy because he best thing going for him is He’s so nice. You both deserve better than that x

I’ve dated my share of guys who are soooo nice and I’m not proud to admit I’ve settled and stayed with partners because I know I have it good with them. That chemistry/lust/moth to a flame attraction might be missing but these men have been so nice I wanted to see if I could fall in love with them anyways. I’ve been told how much of a “nice” girl I am and I’m sure some men have dated me because of this…. For the record I don’t want you to want to be with me because I’m so nice and I fit your checklist. I want to be with you because you think that I’m awesome and I feel the same way about you!

What do you think? Do you need to have that chemistry with your partner or this not that important… What’s underneath counts more?

Andrea Bocelli – the full round up #AndreaBocelliBrisbane

My favourite things

I’m still smiling from the magic I experienced Sunday night at the Andrea Bocelli concert. Here’s my full recap:

The entire concert was beautiful …. Italian or French opera is divine. The first half featured opera in French or Italian – I can’t understand a lick of the language but to be honest Signore Bocelli could sing the alphabet and I’d be delighted.

IMG_6308-0First up I decided on a witchery maxi dress with covered heels (it is the opera …. No open toes here). Plus the frock is comfortable as well as stylish – I like my fashion to be both. It wasn’t easy to chose what to wear; after all I’m in the ‘nose bleed’ section of the entertainment centre so I didn’t want to go too fancy but then again it’s the OPERA! You have to frock up a little.

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I’m sitting in a sea of couples. They weren’t too impressed with my arriving after them and having to shuffle along without touching anyone…. For the record I did offer to stay at the end and have everyone else move one seat in but they declined.

I’m impatient to see Delta Goodrem (the very special guest) perform. Goodrem is an Australian pop star whom I’ve followed since her break through album innocent eyes. I love her music and her name on the concert roll (as well as the half price ticket) was the deciding factor to come along. I’ve seen Andrea perform years ago and whilst it was lovely there is something about tonight that is all the more magical – maybe it’s the full orchestra on stage or the choir with them. No matter what I love it!

The second half was equally amazing as Signore Bocelli took on more modern songs.

For me I was awaiting the arrival of Delta and wondered what songs she would be performing duet with Andrea. Her first song was a cover of love thy will be done and it was beautiful. Prayer like in sound, a mantra to remember she had the audience in the palm of her hand. I’ve seen Delta’s last 2 concerts and own all of her concert DVDs but I was blown away by her sound – this girl has been honing her voice! She always sounds like an angel but last night it was sublime.

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When Andrea came back on stage to sing love me tender I was lost. I’m a sucker for an Elvis tune and there were a few tears as he made this song into something better than it ever was with his divine voice. Then Delta swept back onto stage and together they sang when I fall in love and I can’t help falling in love. Then it was more modern music for Andrea before Delta came back to sing my favourite time to say goodbye. This song is so emotive and every time I love it. The final number of the night was my other favourite Nessum Dorma… I don’t understand what he is singing but this song never fails to move me and with Andrea singing there were tears again that I was having this moment. Who knew opera made me mushy?

Does anyone know what the lyrics of Nessum Dorma are? I only know this song moves me every time.

Finally one of the best things I loved when leaving last night was the mix of people who attended. I even spotted a family with 2 little girls – I dare say they came more for Delta but I hope they fell in love with Bocelli too… I double dare anyone to listen to him and not.

Ps. I didn’t take any video of the signing…. I was too busy just being and listening to God sing.
Pps. Seriously if Andrea Bocelli plays a concert near you… Do yourself a favour and go! It will change your life! Even if you don’t like opera.

Messina

My favourite things

Remember how I mentioned in my post about Sydney how much I love, love, love Messina Gelato? No…. We’ll let me remind you why…

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This is Robert Brownie Junior and he’s my favourite! More importantly Messina are opening their first ever Queensland Store just 10 minutes drive from my house. 10 minutes. From. My. House. OMFG! I’m never moving from here….. It opens in February 2015…as of now I am counting down the days until Messina time!

My day has officially been made. So gelato makes me happy, I’m shallow. Whatever…. I’m gonna be just 10 mins from Messina!

The second half

Random Stuff

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I’m still smiling from the magic I experienced last night at the Andrea Bocelli concert. The second half was equally amazing as Signore Bocelli took on more modern songs.

For me I was awaiting the arrival of Delta and wondered what songs she would be duetting with Andrea. Her first song was a cover of love thy will be done and it was beautiful. Prayer like in sound, a mantra to remember she had the audience in the palm of her hand. I’ve seen Delta’s last 2 concerts and own all of her concert DVDs but I was blown away by her sound – this girl has been honing her voice! She always sounds like an angel but last night it was sublime.

When Andrea came back on stage to sing love me tender I was lost. I’m a sucker for an Elvis tune and there were a few tears as he made this song into something better than it ever was with his divine voice. Then Delta swept back onto stage and together they sang when I fall in love and I can’t help falling in love . Then it was more modern music for Andrea before Delta came back to sing my favourite time to say goodbye. This song is so emotive and every time I love it. The final number of the night was my other favourite Nessum Dorma… I don’t understand what he is singing but this song never fails to move me and with Andrea singing there were tears again that I was having this moment. Who knew opera made me mushy?

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Does anyone know what the lyrics of Nessum Dorma are? I only know this song moves me every time.

Finally one of the best things I loved when leaving last night was the mix of people who attended. I even spotted a family with 2 little girls – I dare say they came more for Delta but I home they fell in love with Bocelli too… I double dare anyone to listen to him and not.

Ps. I didn’t take any video of the signing…. I was too busy just being and listening to God sing.
Pps. Seriously if Andrea Bocelli plays a concert near you… Do yourself a favour and go! It will change your life! Even if you don’t like opera.

A night at the opera

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Date night with myself !
It’s currently interval at the Andrea Bocelli concert. So far everything has been beautiful …. Italian or French opera is divine. I can’t understand a lick of the language but to be honest Signore Bocelli could sing the alphabet and I’d be delighted.

First up I decided on a witchery maxi dress with covered heels (it is the opera …. No open toes here). Plus the frock is comfortable as well as stylish – I like my fashion to be both.

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Though I have to admit Brisbane (concert venue city) has let itself down a bit. Not enough gents in suits or ladies in frocks … But each to his own I guess.

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I’m sitting in a sea of couples. They weren’t too impressed with my arriving after them and having to shuffle along without touching anyone…. For the record I did offer to stay at the end and have everyone else move one seat in but they declined.

The first half has gone very quick. I’m becoming impatient to see Delta Goodrem (the very special guest) perform. Goodrem is an Australian pop star whom I’ve followed since her break through album innocent eyes . I love her music and her name on the concert roll (as well as the half price ticket) was the deciding factor to come along.

I’ll update the second half and my favourite songs a little later x