thedictionaryismyfriend.wordpress.com

OK, so let’s face facts. I am a blogging whore. It seems I can’t go two days without a blog, so I’ve set up another one.

Enjoy. It’s called Gabby (adjective): full of trivial conversation. The address is: thedictionaryismyfriend.wordpress.com

For those of you who aren’t already aware… my name is Gabby… and I am, obviously, full of trivial information. By name and nature, it seems.

Come say hi xx

Ciao Bambinos!

I was never the type of gal to bail from a party without saying goodbye to the host. Too much of a people-pleaser for that. It’s a curse.

So that’s what I’m doing now. Saying goodbye, so long… see ya! This isn’t a ‘goodbye for good’ blog, but it is an ‘I’m leaving on a jetplane, don’t know when I’ll be back again” blog…

So… I’m taking a blogging vacation. I’ve got my sanity packed (somewhere, I think it’s hidden in with the clean undies), but I’m running low so I’m going to spend a little time trying to find some more.

It’s been a pleasure. Love you more than you know. Stay happy. Ciao. Until we meet again.

xxx

PS: I don’t have a chocolate allergy… or diabetes… and my iron levels are fine. Apparently I am perfectly healthy… physically. (Capisci quello che sto dicendo?) Stressato. Apprensivo. Stanco.

Booti and JT’s One Year

Today was a special day in Bootiland: JT and I celebrated our one year anniversary. We didn’t do gifts – seemed a little cheesy, considering in the past few months we’ve encountered Christmas, my birthday and Valentine’s Day – but we did spend the whole day together. It was fabulous.

Sunday morning sleep-in – check.
Anniversary shag – check.
Yummo brekkie (fresh fruit and weetbix… hehe) – check
West Wing fest – check.
Walking hand-in-hand through sunny Sydney (boy, did it turn on the weather for us today) – check.
Sausage sizzle overlooking the Marina at Darling Harbour – check.
Munching gelato on the grass – check.
Making out on the grass – check.
Enjoying an afternoon beer session – check.
Making out… well, everywhere we went – check.

Am I madly in love? Obviously. Do I make myself sick sometimes with how overtly happy I am with JT? Constantly. But do I care about that at this moment? Not in the slightest. At this moment, I feel like standing on my balcony and screaming “I love JT!” for all of The Dale to hear. I wouldn’t even care if neighbours threw things.

I’d just scream it out louder.

xxx

Weeing in a cup… and other lunchtime adventures.

“Doctor, doctor, I’m feeling oh-so tired. And my tummy hurts. And I don’t know why. Please give me a blood test!”

So she did. And made me wee in a cup. And then booked me in for an ultrasound/X-ray thingymabob tomorrow morning where – wait for it – I have to fast for eight hours beforehand. FAST. I’m sorry, do you mean go without food? YOU. HAVE. GOT. TO. BE. KIDDING. Brekkie, my fave meal of the day, has to go on hold.

Anyhoo, so I’m sitting in the doctor’s office, listening to her nails click, click, click on the keyboard, and I’m contemplating what she’s just told me. I experience a mini montage of my possible future lives, based on the things she was testing me for. I imagine myself bulking up my meals with spinach, Popeye-style, for more iron. I imagine cutting out dairy for my alternate universe life as a lactose-intolerant lady. I imagine myself fumbling around with a needle… if I was a diabetic. I imagine myself giving up chocolate for good, shuddering as I contemplate being allergic to chocolate (more on this later). And then I imagine myself sickly thin, bald, in a hospital gown, with JT by my side. Leukemia. This is one of the things the doc checks – to rule out. She dropped it in so quickly too.

“We’ll check your iron levels, whether you’re anaemic, food allergies, leukemia, diabetes…”
“I’m sorry, leukemia?”
“Oh yes, just a check to rule it out”
“OK then…”

Luckily I couldn’t immerse myself in the horrible leukemia daydream for too long because she handed me a small, clear screw-top jar.

“We’ll need a urine sample”
“Oh, when I visit the nurse?”
“Nope, just drop in to the toilets on the way. They’re just outside to the left… oh, and it has to be a midstream wee, so urinate for a little bit THEN pop the jar under”
*Things are going to get messy…*

So I got lost on the way to the toilet and by the time I found the loo I was about to burst. I’m surprised I managed to control my bladder enough to wee in the jar and didn’t lose the plot all over the doctor’s bathroom. Mid-pee I realised I had a major dilemma. What’s urine sample ettiquette? I didn’t want to bail on them, not give them enough of the goods. Being the overachiever, I filled that jar to the brim, pushing away thoughts that I was just showing off. I slipped the jar back into the brown paper bag, quickly wondering how everyone else was spending their lunchtimes. Hopefully no one else was doing controlled number ones into small containers.

So then I met my nurse for the blood test – the same fellow who I had to pass the jar too. Unsure of what to say or do, the following exchange happened:

“Hi, so I have a, er, delivery for you” *nervous giggle*
“Your urine sample, m’am?”
“Yes, I have… that… right here.”
“Fantastic. And how’s your day been?”
“Oh fine. Just work you know… and peeing in a cup.”
“Right.”

And then I got lost on the way out. As I charmingly told gk, I’m just glad they didn’t ask for a ‘stool sample’ or I would have shat myself. As she so charmingly replied, ‘That would probably help them!’

PS: After my test, I somehow diagnosed myself as having a chocolate allergy, consciously deciding to eat as much of the cocoa goodness before I inevitably find out I am allergic to it. See how my brain works? I don’t need to give a urine sample. I need a bloody labotomy.

I wish I could have 10,000 of Michael Cera’s babies

I’m a nerd. I’ll admit it. I studied hard at school. I got way too many awards at presentation nights. I care WAY TOO MUCH about punctuation.

My boyfriend is one too. He’ll admit it (although we do have some conflict over whether I am a nerd, or if he is a geek. I think I am definitely a nerd… and he’s definitely a geek AND a nerd – hey, if you like Star Wars, computers and gaming that automatically classes you as a geek… not that there’s anything wrong with that).

Michael Cera, one of the funniest twigs of a man I have ever seen, is also an amazing geek model. He kills in Arrested Development, blows my mind in Juno and absolutely ROCKS MY JOCKS in Superbad. I heart him so badly, I think I may actually have developed a crush on him.

Gah… I can’t get over how funny he is. This dude puts the ‘awww’ in awkward.

That’s all. Just needed to vent, so JT doesn’t cop a 15-minute rant tonight about my increasing love for a 19-year-old Canadian actor with an on-screen movie mum who bleaches his running shorts.

I’d have his love child, but Juno got there first. Biznitch.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens…

I am home sick today. Again. My head, tummy and overall energy levels are feeling v. crummy. Again.

Today = bed rest, buckets and buckets of H20, multivitamins, lots of fruit, vegies and wholegrains… did I mention bed rest?

All this bed rest gets a girl thinking about things I love. Here’s what I’ve been hearting big-time… no particular order.

– Having a hot shower then curling up with crisp, clean sheets in a slinky little number; vanilla candles burning.
– Chomping on fresh dates (nature’s very own caramel) with a steaming cup of Jarrah hot chocolate on a cool night.
– A bowl of cereal with chopped-up berries and skim milk after exercise. Nothing beats it.
– An empty laundry basket.
– An immaculate clean kitchen sink.
– Chocolate after a shagfest. Need I say more?
– Spooning – both little and big positions are wonderful.
– Body butter. Oh yum.
– An out-of-the-blue call, email or text message from a long-lost friend.
– A homecooked meal.

That’s all for today, folks…

“Brown paper packages tied up with string… these are a few of my favourite things.”

Dust Yourself Off And Try Again…

Insane weekend.

Amazing. Thrilling. Loving. Friendly. Lazy. Social. Emotional.

Food-wise – lost the plot.
Non-incidental exercise (aka not shagging :P) – absent.
Grease factor – McDonald’s and Dirty Bird.
Choc factor – let’s not even go there.

I’ve written a plan. Yes, a new one. I’m doing one of my Top 10 Fave Things tomorrow night – grocery shopping – so I figured tonight is a fabulous chance to get my shite sorted and meal plan – something I haven’t properly done in months. Tracking makes such a difference when you’re trying to get healthy and boy, have I slacked off. So… let the tracking begin! I’m not going to make promised to myself like NO chocolate or NO lollies etc because I’ll do what I did this weekend (lets just say JT wasn’t the only one getting lucky – I had a BUNCH of Toblerone bars who were also shown who’s boss). I’m just going to try my best.

Hot Tips:

DRINK WATER – get over the fact I’ll be peeing every 20 minutes. Doing numbers ones never hurt me before – just drink the H20, fill the tum-tum, clear my skin and answer my thirst signals. Yay, water!
EXERCISE EVERY DAY – if there’s a chance to walk, do 50 star jumps, hell… do butt clenches at my desk (much to the dismay of my esteemed co-workers) – do it.
THINK – use my goddamn brain. Ask myself if I’m even hungry? Or bored? Or avoiding work? If unsure – drink water or green tea and “sit… and think some more” (Tinman-style).

That’s enough to remember for now.

Here are my meal plans for Mon-Friday this week.

e – exercise; b – breakfast; l – lunch; d – dinner; s – snacks (but only eaten as needed – if hungry)

MONDAY
e – taebo cardio
b – special k advantage and skim milk
l – wholemeal pasta and tuna sauce; banana
d – steamed vegies and steamed fish
s – yoghurt; apple; nectarine

TUESDAY
e – taebo cardio
b – 2 x multigrain weetbix, skim milk, berries
l – ww ham and salad sandwich; apple
d – steamed vegies, 1 x poached egg; brown rice
s – banana; pear; yoghurt; corn

WEDNESDAY
e – taebo cardio
b – 2 x multigrain weetbix, berries, skim milk
l – ww ham and salad sandwich; banana
d – steamed vegies and steamed fish
s – apple; pear; corn; yoghurt

THURSDAY
e – taebo cardio
b – special k advantage, berries, skim milk
e – yoga
l – wholemeal pasta and tuna sauce; banana
e – dancing – dancehall
d – steamed vegies; 1 x curried egg on soy and linseed toast
s – apple; pear; corn; yoghurt

FRIDAY
e – taebo cardio OR taebo flex OR 40 min walk OR 30 min walk/jog
b – 2 x multigrain weetbix, berries, skim milk, yoghurt
l – banana and 2 x soy and linseed toast
d – (with JT) – chicken burritoes using rye pita bread or rye mountain bread (both Core)
s – apple, pear, nectarine

SATURDAY & SUNDAY
e – 40 min walk each day – minimum

I have 22 sleeps before my FF photo shoot. Watch me get this done.

RIP RAID

It may have been the mini cupcakes.

Perhaps the crackers and cheese.

Could have been the chocolate-dipped strawberries.

Maybe the choccie truffles.

Lets not forget the pizza and wedges.

Or the mid-morning munched chocolate.

Sigh.

RAID. IS. OFFICIALLY. OVER.

I lasted 2.5 days.

Hahahaha… bloody hopeless.

PS: Cracked out sexy new lingerie last night post-wedges and pizza and still felt like a smokin’ hot men’s mag covergirl wannabe. If that’s not “eating like a hot chick”, I don’t know what it is. Forget the pound of spinach for dinner though – I’m about two steps away from dragging JT to the Chocolate Bald Man restaurant again, but I fear my libido will burst through the roof if I inject any more. Blood is running through my chocolate-stream.

RAID Day 3

Day 2: Success – missed dancehall class though because I was home sick. Still did tae bo cardio and yoga earlier in the day though.

Day 3:

e – tae bo flex
b – m/g weetbix, skim milk, blueberries
l – banana on soy and linseed toast (x 2)
d – not sure – something core (will probably be eating out).
s – yoghurt and drained canned peaches, popcorn, salad, apple, carrot/celery stick, corn – only if needed (but if my appetite yesterday is anything to go by, I’ll need it all!)

St. Valentine’s Revenge

Perhaps it was the fact that I wrote a play for four unit English in Year 12 about the over-commercialisation of Valentine’s Day. Maybe it was because half our office laughed our jolly socks off yesterday over our lack of V’Day plans (a short poll around the office: the pub, dance class, shopping, dinner with friends…). Lordy, maybe ‘cos I’ve spent the last week focusing on lust (don’t even get me started!) instead of love.

JT came through with the goods – surprising, but sweet. Literally. Three boxes of chocolates. And a mad-ass teddy (the innocent non-lingerie kind :P) which I have since called GOB (Jobe) after my ongoing passion for Georgie Oscar Bleuth on Arrested Development. But let me repeat: THREE BOXES OF CHOCOLATE. I’ve hidden the boxes within another box and slipped them under my bed. After all, two days ago I made a pledge to go a month without. Talk about temptation. Luckily when I received the gorgeous present I was fresh from a yoga class, feeling fabulous, toned (feeling it, not being it) and cleansed. Made the decision to stick with my choccie ban a bit easier.

But then my body shut down on me.

After wolfing down my healthy lunch, I started to feel queasy about 20 minutes later. Trotted to the toilets for a No. 1 and ended up getting sick. 25 minutes later I was at home, in bed, rubbing my tummy and feeling sorry for myself. I don’t know what did it. I may have been too hungry when I did yoga. Or maybe this is yoga’s way of ridding me of toxins. I think it’s because my body knows I am with-holding chocolate.

Happy Commercialised Day of Love to you all!

Now smack a big one on your loved one tomorrow. (Have I mentioned I get to smack more than a big one on JT tomorrow night?)

Look. Out. JT. HURRAH!