After an extremely busy and eventful weekend, I have surprised myself at just how weird and clueless I can be at times.
Aside from the usual shenanigans, (like managing to scratch my latin teacher while I was dancing with someone else,) I had a few out of the ordinary experiences. We tried sand dune training for one of our fitness sessions this week, and while being extremely hard and actually quite fun, I'm not sure whether I looked more like a beached whale or a crab that was missing a majority of its legs. I then had to go from this to my first ever physio appointment (but before I made it inside I walked up and down the street four or five times looking for the right place, and eventually had to a guy in a pizza place where to go. He was very nice.) Once inside, I received an extremely awkward butt massage and left half a beach on the massage table.
When I finally got home, Mr Emphysema was sitting out on his front lawn, and smiled and waved to me. I was so surprised that I dropped the pen I was carrying, and when I bent to pick it up, my sports bag slipped down my back, so that when I stood up, it caught under my butt, and I hobbled around hunchbacked for a good ten seconds before freeing myself and hurriedly waving back to my newly friendly neighbour while avoiding eye contact and running for cover.
I had my first shift at my new café job, and I'm really proud that I didn't drop or spill anything, but I did manage to endanger a child. While delivering the last part of an order to a young couple and their toddler, I accidentally kicked the leg of the high chair, causing it to rock precariously. I stood there paralysed, having no clue what to do, and just watching the looks of horror on the parents faces. Luckily, the kid seemed to really enjoy it, and laughed his little chocolate smeared head off, which seemed to break the tension. He got his own back on me though, because as they left, he tipped his plate of chips all over the floor and left me to deal with them.
Towards the end of the shift when it had quietened down, the barista offered to make me a hot chocolate. It was the best hot chocolate I had ever had, and although I tried to be delicate and make sure none of it got on my face, when I got to the car, I found that I had worked the last half an hour with cocoa stuck all around the edges of my mouth. Smooth.
I then moved on to a State of Origin promo at ANZ stadium. where I was required to wear a blue bob wig that was far less than flattering. One little girl thought I was Katy Perry, started squealing and hugged my legs, one man tried to yank the wig from my head when I said I didn't have any spares that he could have, and one seedy middle aged guy told me that he didn't want the flyers I was handing out, he just wanted my number, as he was recently divorced.
I then decided that this was plenty of activity for a Friday and Saturday, and rounded out my social activities for the weekend my watching two of my teachers in concert with their dance crew. It was absolutely hilarious, and the dancing was phenomenal. You should check them out on Youtube, just search 'Phly Crew.' After this event, all my friends went out, and I returned home to spend my night with a bottle of diet coke, my assessments and some cookbooks, earning me an A+ in antisocial efforts.
Xx, Little Duck
Sunday, 25 May 2014
Monday, 19 May 2014
No pain, no gain
Today I moved on from accidently injuring others, and started hurting myself. Hopefully this is a permanent graduation, as I'm a bit sick of apologising to my entire class before we do an exercise, because I am potentially going to injure them. They used to think it was funny, but I think they have since learned better.
I was given a beautiful strawberry tart, and in my excited haste to eat it, I decided to skip putting it on a plate, and instead tried to eat it off its plastic lid. This went fine, until the fork stabbed through the lid and into my hand. I would have to say that it was worth the pain, as it was a really good tart, and I didn't even bleed, so it was all fine.
During an improvisation session for my first choreography assessment, I not only managed to annoy everyone in my rehearsal room by having my headphones break just before the session and needing to play my song out loud, but I also managed to create a giant diagonal bruise tracing from my left little toe, and up and over my right shoulder. It was a good way to make sure that I was doing ninja rolls on the right angle, but hopefully I can discover a less painful way to check this next time.
On my way home I saw a lady in a car eating popcorn, and whenever we stopped at lights, she would literally stuff her face. If she looked over and saw someone watching, she would look absolutely mortified, as if she didn't understand how anyone could possibly notice. She would then eat another handful for comfort (in a way that was nowhere near as subtle as she thought,) and drive off to the next set of lights.
Since getting home, I have managed to solve my Game of Thrones withdrawals, happily watching a few episodes while my dinner cooked. This dinner happened to involve chicken. On the bone. Anyone who knows me well will know that I don't do bones in meat because they're hella awkward to eat around, and they remind me that what I'm eating was alive once. My bravado at trying something new disappeared a little when I had to cut it off the bone, but I just feel the need to say, "HEY MUM!! Still refusing to be a vegetarian!!"
I am now pressing send on a message to my mums partner, saying "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" and containing a picture of some beautiful rainbow cheesecakes, which I may or may not be telling him that I made especially for him. I'm sure he'll understand.
Xx, Little Duck
I was given a beautiful strawberry tart, and in my excited haste to eat it, I decided to skip putting it on a plate, and instead tried to eat it off its plastic lid. This went fine, until the fork stabbed through the lid and into my hand. I would have to say that it was worth the pain, as it was a really good tart, and I didn't even bleed, so it was all fine.
During an improvisation session for my first choreography assessment, I not only managed to annoy everyone in my rehearsal room by having my headphones break just before the session and needing to play my song out loud, but I also managed to create a giant diagonal bruise tracing from my left little toe, and up and over my right shoulder. It was a good way to make sure that I was doing ninja rolls on the right angle, but hopefully I can discover a less painful way to check this next time.
On my way home I saw a lady in a car eating popcorn, and whenever we stopped at lights, she would literally stuff her face. If she looked over and saw someone watching, she would look absolutely mortified, as if she didn't understand how anyone could possibly notice. She would then eat another handful for comfort (in a way that was nowhere near as subtle as she thought,) and drive off to the next set of lights.
Since getting home, I have managed to solve my Game of Thrones withdrawals, happily watching a few episodes while my dinner cooked. This dinner happened to involve chicken. On the bone. Anyone who knows me well will know that I don't do bones in meat because they're hella awkward to eat around, and they remind me that what I'm eating was alive once. My bravado at trying something new disappeared a little when I had to cut it off the bone, but I just feel the need to say, "HEY MUM!! Still refusing to be a vegetarian!!"
I am now pressing send on a message to my mums partner, saying "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" and containing a picture of some beautiful rainbow cheesecakes, which I may or may not be telling him that I made especially for him. I'm sure he'll understand.
Xx, Little Duck
Sunday, 18 May 2014
Childs play
Being a skittle lover and moving to a colder climate creates problems. I am a big fan of tasting the rainbow, but in Sydney's autumn, this rainbow is beginning to taste like broken teeth. This did not stop me making it through a packet of these sweet treats this morning, but it did cause quite a bit of pain, and sorrow. As someone who has previously inflicted this same pain on themselves when mistakenly using skittles as the mix in for their cold rock ice cream, I was devastated to find that it could occur due to weather and not just stupidity. On the bright side, this discovery means that I can now go on the hunt for a new winter indulgence. Challenge accepted!!
I embarked on a short shopping trip this morning to stock up on some odd little bits for a few classes, and this led me to the biggest Westfield in my area, which is currently under massive renovations. A mess of scaffolding and closed stores meant that instead of shopping, I ended up treasure hunting, with Rebel sport being my prize. I was looking for soft knee pads to use in my tricking classes, but could not for the life of me find them; only ones to wear for all forms of skating and scooting (which apparently is a legitimate verb.) I decided to ask someone for help, but children's games were obviously the theme of the day, as the shop assistants seemed to be playing hide and seek. Whenever I found them, they were helping somebody else, but two seconds later I would turn back and they would be gone. Half an hour later I finally clutched my knee pads as a smiling shop assistant slapped her name sticker on them to let the checkout people know how helpful she had been.
After spending a lot of time doing a lot of nothing, I went home to grab some lunch, and found that in portioning out my spaghetti leftovers last night, I had failed miserably. I had plenty of teddy bear noodles in my container, but the tiniest bit of mince to top it. I decided to cover it in tomato sauce, but the sauce decided it wanted to cover me instead, and squirted all over my jeans, the bench and the floor, with not a drop landing on the pasta. After wiping it up, I ate my pasta with a tiny bit of very carefully placed sauce, and debated what kind of an adult I am when I can't even control a sauce bottle.
This afternoon I had a job trial in a busy café, and I was absolutely terrified of dropping something, messing up an order, or just being ridiculously awkward. Luckily the boss just said that he wanted to see me be busy, and he didn't care if I had to wipe the same table 50 times to achieve this. I really hope that he didn't notice me actually wiping a table that many times before the trial was over.
As I delivered coffees to a table, (miraculously without spilling them,) a little girl in her pram pulled a funny face at me. I looked at her mother, who was gazing at me expectantly, and had a minor panic that it was going to be my lack of child interaction skills that would blow the job for me, and hurriedly pulled a face back. I then went to smile at the mother as I walked away, but she looked absolutely horrified, and so I tucked tail and ran, their empty water glasses in hand.
All in all, the only casualties for the day were my sauce stained jeans and a few of my teeth, so I guess that it wasn't a complete disaster.
Little Duck, out.
I embarked on a short shopping trip this morning to stock up on some odd little bits for a few classes, and this led me to the biggest Westfield in my area, which is currently under massive renovations. A mess of scaffolding and closed stores meant that instead of shopping, I ended up treasure hunting, with Rebel sport being my prize. I was looking for soft knee pads to use in my tricking classes, but could not for the life of me find them; only ones to wear for all forms of skating and scooting (which apparently is a legitimate verb.) I decided to ask someone for help, but children's games were obviously the theme of the day, as the shop assistants seemed to be playing hide and seek. Whenever I found them, they were helping somebody else, but two seconds later I would turn back and they would be gone. Half an hour later I finally clutched my knee pads as a smiling shop assistant slapped her name sticker on them to let the checkout people know how helpful she had been.
After spending a lot of time doing a lot of nothing, I went home to grab some lunch, and found that in portioning out my spaghetti leftovers last night, I had failed miserably. I had plenty of teddy bear noodles in my container, but the tiniest bit of mince to top it. I decided to cover it in tomato sauce, but the sauce decided it wanted to cover me instead, and squirted all over my jeans, the bench and the floor, with not a drop landing on the pasta. After wiping it up, I ate my pasta with a tiny bit of very carefully placed sauce, and debated what kind of an adult I am when I can't even control a sauce bottle.
This afternoon I had a job trial in a busy café, and I was absolutely terrified of dropping something, messing up an order, or just being ridiculously awkward. Luckily the boss just said that he wanted to see me be busy, and he didn't care if I had to wipe the same table 50 times to achieve this. I really hope that he didn't notice me actually wiping a table that many times before the trial was over.
As I delivered coffees to a table, (miraculously without spilling them,) a little girl in her pram pulled a funny face at me. I looked at her mother, who was gazing at me expectantly, and had a minor panic that it was going to be my lack of child interaction skills that would blow the job for me, and hurriedly pulled a face back. I then went to smile at the mother as I walked away, but she looked absolutely horrified, and so I tucked tail and ran, their empty water glasses in hand.
All in all, the only casualties for the day were my sauce stained jeans and a few of my teeth, so I guess that it wasn't a complete disaster.
Little Duck, out.
Friday, 16 May 2014
Cowgirls and cream
I never learn. After I finished class this afternoon, my battered and bruised body was desperately caving ice cream, and so I set out for the supermarket. Walking down the escalator and into Coles, I wondered why I was getting odd looks, and then saw my reflection in a window. I was in bike shorts and backless workout top, dripping in sweat with bedraggled hair, and to top it all off, I was walking as though I had just spent a week on a horse. To make matters worse, I didn't just go to the one shopping centre, I had to go to two.
I was after a particular ice cream that I used to make when I worked in the ice cream factory, but I never had a chance to try it. Now everybody is raving about it, and I realise that I have missed my chance to be an ice cream hipster. The first Coles I went to didn't have any left, and so I went on a Coles hunt, with the aid of my trusty GPS. After successfully acquiring the cream based frozen dessert that I was after, I topped off my adult life decisions for the day with the purchase of some Teddy Bear shaped pasta for my bolognaise.
On my way home, I got stuck behind a little blue car stacked high with surfboards and a sticker that said "skate to make cancer history." I was wondering if the old couple inside had borrowed their sons car, or if they were just deceptively radical for their age. As I overtook them, I discovered that the old lady was actually a blonde surfer guy with a hair style resembling a perm, and the old man was just a cap wearing skater with a terrible neck hunch. I first felt really guilty for judging them, and then laughed myself stupid.
Remember my giant whinge about not being able to sleep because of my noisy neighbours? Well I believe at the time I said that Mr Emphysema and his decaying lungs were no longer a problem, but I definitely jinxed myself. Every night without fail, he is back on his veranda coughing me what he must believe to be a lullaby. I also had my first in person encounter with him the other morning; as I was running to my car balancing a birthday cake, gym bag and chocolate moulds (after accidently locking myself out due to said cake, and then having a prolonged conversation about gas heating with my landlords,) I ran into him taking out the garbage. I politely said good morning, and he happily rasped "party time!" and pointed to the cake. Maybe he does like cake after all, and I can trade him sweet things for fresh veggies or eggs, or even better, get him addicted to baking rather than tar bars. Maybe.
I have just discovered the cooking channel on Foxtel, so I will leave you to your exciting lives while I spend my Friday night watching food shows, crying quietly to myself on my foam roller, and eating my hard won ice cream.
Xx, Little Duck
I was after a particular ice cream that I used to make when I worked in the ice cream factory, but I never had a chance to try it. Now everybody is raving about it, and I realise that I have missed my chance to be an ice cream hipster. The first Coles I went to didn't have any left, and so I went on a Coles hunt, with the aid of my trusty GPS. After successfully acquiring the cream based frozen dessert that I was after, I topped off my adult life decisions for the day with the purchase of some Teddy Bear shaped pasta for my bolognaise.
On my way home, I got stuck behind a little blue car stacked high with surfboards and a sticker that said "skate to make cancer history." I was wondering if the old couple inside had borrowed their sons car, or if they were just deceptively radical for their age. As I overtook them, I discovered that the old lady was actually a blonde surfer guy with a hair style resembling a perm, and the old man was just a cap wearing skater with a terrible neck hunch. I first felt really guilty for judging them, and then laughed myself stupid.
Remember my giant whinge about not being able to sleep because of my noisy neighbours? Well I believe at the time I said that Mr Emphysema and his decaying lungs were no longer a problem, but I definitely jinxed myself. Every night without fail, he is back on his veranda coughing me what he must believe to be a lullaby. I also had my first in person encounter with him the other morning; as I was running to my car balancing a birthday cake, gym bag and chocolate moulds (after accidently locking myself out due to said cake, and then having a prolonged conversation about gas heating with my landlords,) I ran into him taking out the garbage. I politely said good morning, and he happily rasped "party time!" and pointed to the cake. Maybe he does like cake after all, and I can trade him sweet things for fresh veggies or eggs, or even better, get him addicted to baking rather than tar bars. Maybe.
I have just discovered the cooking channel on Foxtel, so I will leave you to your exciting lives while I spend my Friday night watching food shows, crying quietly to myself on my foam roller, and eating my hard won ice cream.
Xx, Little Duck
Sunday, 11 May 2014
Food baby
I have had the most food intensive weekend. I am lucky that I don't really have anything to do tonight, because I don't think that I could move if my life depended on it.
I am only slightly ashamed to admit that I set an alarm for midnight on Friday so that I could eat some chocolate, and as much as I love sleep, it was worth it. I began my Saturday with the largest meal I think I have ever eaten; bacon and eggs, raisin toast, and homemade banana pancakes with strawberries and honey. Not only was it wonderful to eat salt, meat and fresh fruit again, but I had missed cooking so much!! Boiling the jug to put hot water into my two minute noodles at lunch didn't really count, and so getting out my chopping board and frying pan again was super therapeutic.
Lunch time saw a trip to Bondi beach to have lunch with some friends, and my first visit to Grill'd burger bar. My burger was absolutely amazing, but I could not for the life of me finish it after that mega breakfast, but I did try!
We then window shopped our way through the largest, and nicest Westfield I had ever seen, full of shops that all seemed to offer complimentary cups of T2 when you entered. For everyone else this was heaven, but for someone who doesn't like tea (namely me,) this just meant awkwardly trying to avoid the shop assistants in every way possible, including seeing a particularly odd furry hat, loudly exclaiming my undying love for it, and rushing to the other side of the store to try it on.
Today I did my first ever promo gig at the NRL, where we gave out free soap and hand cream to all the obviously smelly mothers, and various vouchers and freebies to everyone else. While taking a turn at handing out the inflatable pink tubes known as "thunder sticks," I was yelled at by two different elderly men, one who claimed that he was far too old for such a childish toy, and how dare I even offer him one, and the other, (obviously colour blind,) was convinced that I was trying to give him Manly Sea Eagles merchandise, and this made him mad as, a) the Sea eagles weren't even playing, and b) he really hated the sea eagles. Let's just say that I had far more success giving out the free meal vouchers. It's weird how much more friendly people become when the word 'free' is followed by the word 'pie.'
On the way home, we stopped off at Pancakes on the Rocks, where I added considerably to this weekends food baby, which pushed me over the edge and into my current food coma.
I followed this with the boring chore of grocery shopping (looking quite dumb in my dragons jersey and heels, and feeling like a fraud when I couldn't tell anyone the score, because I hadn't actually seen the game,) and collecting my washing. I seem to have lost three socks since this morning, which I guess will be like a treasure hunt for my landlords when they do their washing.
Hopefully I am able to move again by class tomorrow, but I'm going to be cutting it close.
(no longer so) Little Duck, Out
I am only slightly ashamed to admit that I set an alarm for midnight on Friday so that I could eat some chocolate, and as much as I love sleep, it was worth it. I began my Saturday with the largest meal I think I have ever eaten; bacon and eggs, raisin toast, and homemade banana pancakes with strawberries and honey. Not only was it wonderful to eat salt, meat and fresh fruit again, but I had missed cooking so much!! Boiling the jug to put hot water into my two minute noodles at lunch didn't really count, and so getting out my chopping board and frying pan again was super therapeutic.
Lunch time saw a trip to Bondi beach to have lunch with some friends, and my first visit to Grill'd burger bar. My burger was absolutely amazing, but I could not for the life of me finish it after that mega breakfast, but I did try!
We then window shopped our way through the largest, and nicest Westfield I had ever seen, full of shops that all seemed to offer complimentary cups of T2 when you entered. For everyone else this was heaven, but for someone who doesn't like tea (namely me,) this just meant awkwardly trying to avoid the shop assistants in every way possible, including seeing a particularly odd furry hat, loudly exclaiming my undying love for it, and rushing to the other side of the store to try it on.
Today I did my first ever promo gig at the NRL, where we gave out free soap and hand cream to all the obviously smelly mothers, and various vouchers and freebies to everyone else. While taking a turn at handing out the inflatable pink tubes known as "thunder sticks," I was yelled at by two different elderly men, one who claimed that he was far too old for such a childish toy, and how dare I even offer him one, and the other, (obviously colour blind,) was convinced that I was trying to give him Manly Sea Eagles merchandise, and this made him mad as, a) the Sea eagles weren't even playing, and b) he really hated the sea eagles. Let's just say that I had far more success giving out the free meal vouchers. It's weird how much more friendly people become when the word 'free' is followed by the word 'pie.'
On the way home, we stopped off at Pancakes on the Rocks, where I added considerably to this weekends food baby, which pushed me over the edge and into my current food coma.
I followed this with the boring chore of grocery shopping (looking quite dumb in my dragons jersey and heels, and feeling like a fraud when I couldn't tell anyone the score, because I hadn't actually seen the game,) and collecting my washing. I seem to have lost three socks since this morning, which I guess will be like a treasure hunt for my landlords when they do their washing.
Hopefully I am able to move again by class tomorrow, but I'm going to be cutting it close.
(no longer so) Little Duck, Out
Thursday, 8 May 2014
Noisy Neighbours
I know that people say that cool kids don't sleep, but I don't think that I want to be cool anymore. Getting to sleep at night is struggle enough, but it's in the morning when I'm comfy and cozy that I really dread the waking hours, and it seems that the world has made it its mission to prevent my pillowy happiness. I used to think that Mr Emphysema's cough was as bad as it could get, but there a few new items high on my sleep disruptor list, and they are relentless. It starts with the garbage trucks, anytime between 4.30-5am, and despite there only being 3 types of bins, I could swear those trucks go by every single morning. Our neighbours across the fence have recently decided to undertake some super loud renovations that require a loud dozer and a loud work team that begin their work right after the garbage truck leaves. It doesn't help that this seems to be a highly incompetent work team, as their site manager yells a lot, making sure that I know they're up and at it. Lastly, 80% of the people on our street seem to be redoing their driveways, and so there is a current abundance of cement trucks out and about in the morning, which is not only loud, but super inconvenient when trying to drive out. A cosy (and hopefully uninterrupted) sleep in is just one more reason to look forward to Saturday morning.
Today was my second last day of Live Below the Line, and it has been the hardest so far. I'm still loving my 2 minute noodles, but for the first time today, I was actually hungry. It has been a really great experience that has raised more than a million dollars so far, got me back to what I weighed before easter (no small feat, let me tell you!) and made me realise just how many little things we take for granted. I have already drawn up a shopping list for tomorrow afternoon of things that I 'll be eating as soon as I wake up on Saturday (or at midnight tomorrow if sleep continues to evade me.) Top on the list is fresh fruit, and second, is chocolate. No surprises there! With only one day left of the challenge, you still have tomorrow to support the cause if it's something you're interested in. You can leave a strait donation on the live below the line website, or go through my participant page at https://www.livebelowtheline.com.au/me/hayley_larsen
Last night I witnessed the awesomeness that is Captain America: The Winter Soldier. it's everything you love in a Marvel movie, with incredible fight scenes, humour in the least likely of places, and just all round bad-assness. I desperately want to be in a superhero movie one day, and not as a kidnapping victim, but as someone who gets to do some of the butt kicking. I guess this means I need to become far less uncoordinated in my tricking and tumbling classes. When I finally nail my combat and unnecessary flipping skills, my only proviso to accepting the role will be; no capes. Anyone who doesn't listen to Edna Mode has to be stupid.
Tomorrow I have a Moulin Rouge workshop, and our dress brief is "cabaret wear," ie. not much. Wearing fishnets with a leotard isn't really on my bucket list, but I don't really have a choice. Let's just hope that my usual propensity for wardrobe malfunctions disappears tomorrow, because enough people have unintentionally seen my underwear to fill my lifetime quota I feel. Fingers crossed.
Xx, Little Duck
Today was my second last day of Live Below the Line, and it has been the hardest so far. I'm still loving my 2 minute noodles, but for the first time today, I was actually hungry. It has been a really great experience that has raised more than a million dollars so far, got me back to what I weighed before easter (no small feat, let me tell you!) and made me realise just how many little things we take for granted. I have already drawn up a shopping list for tomorrow afternoon of things that I 'll be eating as soon as I wake up on Saturday (or at midnight tomorrow if sleep continues to evade me.) Top on the list is fresh fruit, and second, is chocolate. No surprises there! With only one day left of the challenge, you still have tomorrow to support the cause if it's something you're interested in. You can leave a strait donation on the live below the line website, or go through my participant page at https://www.livebelowtheline.com.au/me/hayley_larsen
Last night I witnessed the awesomeness that is Captain America: The Winter Soldier. it's everything you love in a Marvel movie, with incredible fight scenes, humour in the least likely of places, and just all round bad-assness. I desperately want to be in a superhero movie one day, and not as a kidnapping victim, but as someone who gets to do some of the butt kicking. I guess this means I need to become far less uncoordinated in my tricking and tumbling classes. When I finally nail my combat and unnecessary flipping skills, my only proviso to accepting the role will be; no capes. Anyone who doesn't listen to Edna Mode has to be stupid.
Tomorrow I have a Moulin Rouge workshop, and our dress brief is "cabaret wear," ie. not much. Wearing fishnets with a leotard isn't really on my bucket list, but I don't really have a choice. Let's just hope that my usual propensity for wardrobe malfunctions disappears tomorrow, because enough people have unintentionally seen my underwear to fill my lifetime quota I feel. Fingers crossed.
Xx, Little Duck
Tuesday, 6 May 2014
Condiment cravings
You will be glad to know that, despite having had a couple of weeks off, my toe stomping skills in Latin have not suffered. Not only did I manage to step on a record number of toes today, but I also developed a new skill; falling over a lot. The sad thing about this is, I had a partner trying to hold me up every time, and I still managed it.
I have discovered that when living in the city at this time of year, dropping your key in the car park does not lead to assault (hopefully,) but is far more likely to led to freezing to death, or in the very least, frozen fingers. It's only Autumn here, what will mid-winter be like? I am scared for my easily chilled body and the new levels of iciness that it will achieve next season. This cold snap has forced me to be inventive, and tested my commitment to my stretching. If you came over last night you would have found me lying on the floor wrapped in my doona, attempting to use my roller and stretch out. I'm a little odd, but hopefully I'll eventually be odd, warm and flexible.
Today marks the end of the second day of my live below the line challenge, and it hadn't been too bad... until Masterhef came on. I'm not going hungry, but I am going seasoning-less, and it's killing me. Having to roast the pumpkin for my soup without salt went against everything I have ever been told. I love bread, but have you ever had to eat it from the freezer without butter or any other spread? It's not quite so exciting, although I have discovered that if you eat it while it's still frozen, it lasts longer, and gives it a bit of a different taste. Living in a world where you can't have vegemite, or butter, or even bread sometimes must really suck, and I guess that's why I'm doing this.
I thought it might be fun (or at least therapeutic for me) to share with you my cravings. Today I am missing salt a lot. You never realise how much flavour it adds until you can't have it. I am also desperately craving cheese; I saw a picture of pizza and that was it, I wanted that melty, yellow goodness. I love cheese so much, and I was hit by the realisation that I will have to skip my cheeseburger Friday this week. First world problems right? Lastly, as we all knew I would, I am missing sugar, but today, it's in the form of chocolate. Just looking at all those gooey, chocolatey desserts on masterchef was enough to make me salivate. I'm already planning my meals for this Saturday when I finish the challenge, but I'm sure they will change over the week as I crave different things. The best thing about this challenge (other than helping people,) oddly is having 2 minute noodles for lunch. I haven't had them forever, and so they're actually sort of a treat if I look at it that way. Bring on lunch tomorrow!
If you would never wish plain frozen bread on somebody, or would like to make sure I don't crave in vain, you could leave me/a 3rd world development program a little present by following this link https://www.livebelowtheline.com.au/me/hayley_Larsen
Good thing Ducks like bread :)
Xx, Little Duck
I have discovered that when living in the city at this time of year, dropping your key in the car park does not lead to assault (hopefully,) but is far more likely to led to freezing to death, or in the very least, frozen fingers. It's only Autumn here, what will mid-winter be like? I am scared for my easily chilled body and the new levels of iciness that it will achieve next season. This cold snap has forced me to be inventive, and tested my commitment to my stretching. If you came over last night you would have found me lying on the floor wrapped in my doona, attempting to use my roller and stretch out. I'm a little odd, but hopefully I'll eventually be odd, warm and flexible.
Today marks the end of the second day of my live below the line challenge, and it hadn't been too bad... until Masterhef came on. I'm not going hungry, but I am going seasoning-less, and it's killing me. Having to roast the pumpkin for my soup without salt went against everything I have ever been told. I love bread, but have you ever had to eat it from the freezer without butter or any other spread? It's not quite so exciting, although I have discovered that if you eat it while it's still frozen, it lasts longer, and gives it a bit of a different taste. Living in a world where you can't have vegemite, or butter, or even bread sometimes must really suck, and I guess that's why I'm doing this.
I thought it might be fun (or at least therapeutic for me) to share with you my cravings. Today I am missing salt a lot. You never realise how much flavour it adds until you can't have it. I am also desperately craving cheese; I saw a picture of pizza and that was it, I wanted that melty, yellow goodness. I love cheese so much, and I was hit by the realisation that I will have to skip my cheeseburger Friday this week. First world problems right? Lastly, as we all knew I would, I am missing sugar, but today, it's in the form of chocolate. Just looking at all those gooey, chocolatey desserts on masterchef was enough to make me salivate. I'm already planning my meals for this Saturday when I finish the challenge, but I'm sure they will change over the week as I crave different things. The best thing about this challenge (other than helping people,) oddly is having 2 minute noodles for lunch. I haven't had them forever, and so they're actually sort of a treat if I look at it that way. Bring on lunch tomorrow!
If you would never wish plain frozen bread on somebody, or would like to make sure I don't crave in vain, you could leave me/a 3rd world development program a little present by following this link https://www.livebelowtheline.com.au/me/hayley_Larsen
Good thing Ducks like bread :)
Xx, Little Duck
Saturday, 3 May 2014
Let Down
I have developed a terrible memory. Every time that something funny happens that I want to tell you about, I have been forgetting it by the time I hit the keyboard. It must be my old age setting in, and has led to me skipping a couple of days blogging, simply because I can't think of anything interesting to tell you.
Today I did hardly anything, apart from scaring myself awake by touching my arm that had pins and needles and thinking it was someone else. Since that lovely awakening, I have watched some Game of Thrones, discovered that my new jeans had a sticker on the inside and had to peel it painfully from my butt, and made a short trip outside (where I nearly froze, and rushed back inside.) To make up for todays lack of interesting events, I will instead tell you of my new mission to eat everything in my fridge and cupboard. (Well, almost everything.)
This may sound like a mission deigned to make me fat, but it's actually designed to stop wastage and temptation. As of Monday I will be undertaking the 5 day 'live below the line' challenge. For anyone that doesn't know what this is, it means that from Monday until Friday this week, I will be feeding myself for $2 or less a day, which is the national extreme poverty figure, giving me a total of $10 to survive the week. Challenge accepted. It is designed to raise both awareness and funds for those who aren't as lucky as a lot of us are, and let me tell you, planning a menu on that kind of budget is definitely a challenge, and by the end of next week, I will surely be sick of carrots and 2 minute noodles (my lunch every single day.) I will actually get to eat reasonably well if I plan my shopping carefully, but my goodness am I going to miss my sweets! Emptying my fridge and cupboard is designed to remove any little snacky things that I might be tempted to grab as the week goes on, or things that would be growing numerous colourful mould colonies by the time I got to eat them again. Throughout the week, you will undoubtedly hear about my interesting food (or lack of,) but mostly about my sugar withdrawals. Sorry in advance.
Shameless plug time; if you think it sounds like a good cause to support, but you're not sure that taking the challenge is right for you, you could always leave a little donation on my LBTL page; https://www.livebelowtheline.com.au/donations/new?participant_id=31904
I apologise for taking up your time with this un-humorous post that does not deliver the shenanigans you have come to expect, but I have to point out that even for someone as terrible at city life as I am, there is still a lot of pressure on me to be retarded, and sometimes, I just can't do it. (However, if you make a small donation to LBTL, then I promise I will never let this happen again.) Whoever said blackmail wasn't a fundraising tactic?
Little Duck, Out.
Today I did hardly anything, apart from scaring myself awake by touching my arm that had pins and needles and thinking it was someone else. Since that lovely awakening, I have watched some Game of Thrones, discovered that my new jeans had a sticker on the inside and had to peel it painfully from my butt, and made a short trip outside (where I nearly froze, and rushed back inside.) To make up for todays lack of interesting events, I will instead tell you of my new mission to eat everything in my fridge and cupboard. (Well, almost everything.)
This may sound like a mission deigned to make me fat, but it's actually designed to stop wastage and temptation. As of Monday I will be undertaking the 5 day 'live below the line' challenge. For anyone that doesn't know what this is, it means that from Monday until Friday this week, I will be feeding myself for $2 or less a day, which is the national extreme poverty figure, giving me a total of $10 to survive the week. Challenge accepted. It is designed to raise both awareness and funds for those who aren't as lucky as a lot of us are, and let me tell you, planning a menu on that kind of budget is definitely a challenge, and by the end of next week, I will surely be sick of carrots and 2 minute noodles (my lunch every single day.) I will actually get to eat reasonably well if I plan my shopping carefully, but my goodness am I going to miss my sweets! Emptying my fridge and cupboard is designed to remove any little snacky things that I might be tempted to grab as the week goes on, or things that would be growing numerous colourful mould colonies by the time I got to eat them again. Throughout the week, you will undoubtedly hear about my interesting food (or lack of,) but mostly about my sugar withdrawals. Sorry in advance.
Shameless plug time; if you think it sounds like a good cause to support, but you're not sure that taking the challenge is right for you, you could always leave a little donation on my LBTL page; https://www.livebelowtheline.com.au/donations/new?participant_id=31904
I apologise for taking up your time with this un-humorous post that does not deliver the shenanigans you have come to expect, but I have to point out that even for someone as terrible at city life as I am, there is still a lot of pressure on me to be retarded, and sometimes, I just can't do it. (However, if you make a small donation to LBTL, then I promise I will never let this happen again.) Whoever said blackmail wasn't a fundraising tactic?
Little Duck, Out.
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