Naurvember: November in Australia.

Whoops. Disappeared again.

Do you ever feel like sometimes you fall so heavily into the routine of life that suddenly a month has gone by without you realizing? That was November. 

Nothing is new. Nothing is different. I have nothing to report. Things have just been chug, chugging along. I have been working and dinnering, cooking and cleaning, friending and familying. drinking and hangovering. The usual things.

But alas, this is pretty much what November has looked like...

In November I made a conscious decision to be a little more specific with my time. I think this mainly blossomed when I saw my October TikTok screen time (honestly I hope the inventor of the infinite scroll is having a bad day!) but is probably a culmination of things. So I have been utilizing my notes app to create a to do list, not for anything major...just for every day life things honestly...

But man, who knew checking a simply task off a list could be such a big slap of serotonin? 10/10, would recommend.

I have been living for an infrared sauna. Am I on blood thinners and therefore not allowed to actually use an infrared sauna? Yes. Do I do it anyway? You betcha. 

There is just something that makes me feel like a true self care goddess when I decide to spend 45 minutes having a little warm and cozy sweat. I have also gotten into the habit of bluetoothing Boney M. into the sauna and having a little shimmy shake whilst I lay there detoxing. I'm not sure exactly why or how that became a thing, but It's a ruckus event. 10/10 would recommend.

Over the past few months I have really been enjoying the process of sitting down on a Monday and going through Pinterest, organizing my food shop and experimenting with different recipes.

The recent addition to this tradition is turning whatever leftovers I have into a pie. I have come to learn that truly everything is better encased in puff pastry.

Catch me "Sugar, Butter, Flouring..." all summer long (Wrong pie...but you get the idea.) 10/10 would recommend.

I have been loving spending a Sunday Morning laying in the sun reading biographies. I really enjoy buying books, like maybe more than even reading them. I like going to book stores, browsing blurbs, seeing what covers catch my eye and exiting $100 poorer. Yet I always come back to biographies. I am currently reading The Nazis Knew My Name by Magda Hellinger and Maya Lee, and I am patiently waiting for Christmas to read my one true love, Dave Grohl's biography that I have been banned from purchasing myself. 10/10 would recommend. 

And a classic favourite past time- Being a million feet taller than your short friends and still insisting on wearing your cute ass white 4 inch platform boots and not giving a fuck. I love a heel, love a wedge, insist on a platform, and have zero problem embracing that any day of the week.

Last week I went to Bunnings to buy fencing and climbing plants and I trotted all around that garden section in 3 inch platform sandals not giving a fuck. If my shoes don't push me over 6 foot, throw them away honestly.

Rock those heels. 10/10 would recommend. 

 

 

Music Monday XVIII

 

How do we feel about horse racing?

 

Today I won the Melbourne Cup winnings at work. 

I'm not 100% sure how I feel about horse racing because, you know,  the whole animal cruelty thing. I do love stopping work to drink champagne, eat Red Rooster and gamble in in the middle of a Tuesday though.

So, I'm sure karma will smite me for that at some point.

My dad has the dream that if he ever won the lotto he would buy a block of land where he could keep old horses so they can just live peacefully and he could go and look at them. I know you all don't know my father but he is not a warm and fuzzy guy, so that fact is pretty much the cutest fact about him. 

"Please sir, let me watch your horses..."

That's what he was saying at this very moment I assure you.

Dude's wild about horses.