The Tale Of The Catch Up, The Carry On, The Nerdy Celebrations And The Tiring Twitter Stramach …

I am officially “Holy crap! I had no idea my blog had a Spam Filter and look at all these lovely comments!” years old.

 

So, to those who have commented on my blog – thank you! It means a lot. I’m glad you enjoy reading it over all and I do appreciate your feedback and constructive criticism on my writing. I also appreciate that, with some things I write about – I may not have all the facts on hand ( at least according to you) but please understand, I am only writing what I am based on what I have on hand at the time. I hope you can respect that 😀

 

My layout is not done by a professional. Not at all. Word Press has dozens of free web layouts and designs and I just picked one that I liked. Also, it has an edit function- which allows you to change a section to suit what you need in a blog. It’s really simple and really easy to use – which is why I continue to stay with it.

 

OK, now that I’ve taken care of that, here is a long overdue update for you. Look, I know I said I’d try and stick to an uploading schedule and I know I said what time and day and so and so fifth and so seventh – but I have an excuse OK? I was sick. Very, very sick.

 

Not long after I’d written my Holiday wrap up post – which if you haven’t read you can read here: https://ranpotjam.com/2019/05/21/holidays-part-two-and-wrap-up/ I’d began to feel rather run down. Still, I pushed through returned to work the Monday after that blog was written. I lasted all of three days.

By Thursday of that week I went down like a sack of spuds and more or less felt the beginnings of old mate Laryngitis. I knew just by the tingle in the throat and persistent cough that I’d been trying to avoid all day.

By Friday my throat was on fire and I felt like I was swallowing razor blades.  That morning I called the Doctors. Sadly, I wasn’t able to get in till 9am the following Monday – so I had to just suck it up and bear it.

 

Of course, I wasn’t really bothered as I figured it’d do what it normally did. Hang around for a few days and then leave. I was convinced, come Monday, going to the Dr was a par for the course and just doing the right thing for work. Alas, dear reader, that was not the case. Not this time. This time it did more than just hang around. This time it smacked me upside my head and metaphorically KO’d me several times over. All I did was sleep. I hardly ate. All I could do was drink water and OJ and zonk straight back out again.  I ran a fever for 2 and a half days and was freezing whilst sweating buckets.  I lost 3.5 kgs (7.7LBS) during the week I was sick, due to not being able to eat and even though you may cheer for this, I can assure you, it’s not the nicest way in the world to lose weight.

 

On Monday morning at 9am sharp I sat shivering in the Dr’s office waiting to be seen.  Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait long. It was a Dr I’d never seen before so naturally it was the same stock standard line of questioning that occurs whenever you see a new GP. “Have you had this before?  Do you suffer Asthma?” “Have you ever used a Spacer?” “Are you allergic to penicillin?”

After taking all of 30 seconds answering his questions with a polite No… He then proceeded to spend the remainder of my consultation telling me about his ailments and what caused him to be sick for the better part of a month!

Bravo …Dr Quack. Bravo.

 

I am given a rather strong antibiotic and a week off work to rest. Excellent.

 

I take the rest of the week off to recover. By Friday of that week I am well enough to return to work and things begin to go back to normal. (At time of writing, I am on a repeated course of antibiotics. Better to be safe than sorry)

 

Naturally there is the usual #BackToWork stuff associated with this – which I won’t bore you with here. It’s another blog for another day, trust me.

 

My week is nothing out of the ordinary. My working week is normal, my PT session goes really well, as does my session with my Osteopath. She cracks my neck in this session. It’s the first time I’ve experiences that. I’ve got to say, it’s an interesting experience and one that I’m willing to let her do again. My MPC Hoodie arrives in the post and I realise I’ve ordered the wrong size by accident. Hubby and I ship a huge box of MLP toys and collectables to a friend for her Daughter, I order some handmade Jamie and Claire dolls through a friend on twitter to help her online store out and some wonderful, beautiful, blessed soul sends me the OL Season 4 collectors edition from the US for no other reason than because.  Then there’s the OL FYC panel that was streamed from LA -which was just amazing and Cait Balfe single handedly starting a body positive movement on twitter #NotAllStomachsAreWashboards – which I am still loving as all of my twitter fam got featured in several write ups about it 😀

 

So, I lied. My week outside of work was amazing and it warms my heart just thinking about it 😀 And if you’re wondering about my Hoodie… Dinna fash yesel’- it too has found a new home and I will simply order a larger size due to boobs.

 

On the subject of the OL Fandom … there’s the matter of trolling I wish to address. (again)

 

One cannot argue that over all, social media gives people a voice. It allows all of us to communicate our thoughts and feelings on all kinds of things. We can make friends, we can laugh, we can cry, we can share ideas and common interests, we can become more aware of the world in which we live, hell, we can even raise millions of dollars for charity if we want. It’s a platform for good, for the most part and I, for one, stand by it for that reason.

 

In regard to the OL fandom, a large majority of us are very supportive of the cast and crew, we are polite and respectful to the actors, we are kind, supportive and mindful of each other- regardless of which side of the Fandom Fence you’re on.

 

But, every now and then someone enters the fandom with the sole purpose of upsetting the applecart.

 

Prior to this happening, the fandom was in its element. Both Sam and Caitriona were tweeting -despite being up to their necks in a week’s worth of night shoots. Sam especially. He’d been quiet on the tweet machine for so long, we were beginning to think he’d forgotten us. So, to have him ‘be tweeting on the regs’ was a blessing, if I’m perfectly honest.

As I mentioned earlier, Cait had started a body positive movement in a single tweet and Sam… well, he was tweeting whatever he damn well pleased. MPC, NASA, OL related stuff, Birthday shout-outs and the like. Of course, being the environmentally conscious and politically woke fellow that he is, naturally some of his tweets turned to those subjects.

 

This was when the trolls came out. My god, it was a right stramash it was. Starting with #WeirdoJoe and his aversion to plastic bags and being proud climate change denier to finishing with #TheJillAndBrandi Show and their ignorant, disrespectful and vile tweets about everyone and everything that didn’t involve getting down on one’s knees and sucking Orange Oom-pah Loompa dick. As you can imagine, Sam went in (gracefully and with respect) in the hope to make them see the error in their ways and make them see sense. It didn’t work. In fact, it escalated to such an extent that Sam more or less *Peaced Out* and quit twitter till further notice. (They also attacked Cait’s tweet – which is the worst thing I’ve ever seen in my life)

 

The thing is, these people are not even fans. They’re just doing it for the hell of it. Because they like to cause trouble. Because it satisfies their narcissism and gives them the attention they so desperately crave. We shouldn’t engage them, and neither should the OL cast and crew. It’s a pointless exercise. It’s like yelling into the void or headbutting a lamp post. No matter how many times you try – the result is always going be the same. You’re going to end up frustrated, hurt and angry and left wondering why you even bothered in the first place.

 

*Sigh*

 

In closing, I’d like to end this blog with a little piece of something wonderful. For those who are not aware – this weekend is The Queens Birthday long weekend. It means, in honour of Her Majesty the Queen, we get an extra day to sleep in and a shorter working week.

This weekend however, Hubby and I were lucky enough to attend the wedding of our friends Jeremy and Prue.

Jeremy is an old high school buddy and has more or less been one of my best mates for close to 25 years.

 

He met Prue in 2014 and romance blossomed. I knew she was going to be something special when, upon meeting each other- we were both wearing our Dr Who hoodies – and that was pretty much the moment I knew I liked her.

Long story short- they are the cutest nerds anyone’s ever seen, and their wedding was proof of that.

The Bridal Party came complete  with Light Sabres, the wedding vows were a combination of various Sci-Fi references, they left the chapel while the theme to Indiana Jones played in the background and, when it came time for the reception – they entered the venue while the theme to Serenity played on the PA.

Everyone was given a R2D2 USB drive as a thank you for attending and the tables were decorated with little Ewoks. Their cake (despite being fake) was decorated with a Tardis and two Jedi.

It was a truly wonderful wedding. The venue was beautiful, the food was really nice, and the staff were exceptional par none and the night ran like clockwork.

Bride and Groom were blissfully happy (And, should you read this, I did so not tear up and cry during your dance … nuh uh… not me. Nope.) and I swear, it was one of the most wonderful weddings I’ve ever been invited to and one I will not forget for a long time.

 

Thanks for reading,

 

Ceej.

 

 

I’m On Holidays. Week One

I want to begin this blog by stating that, for the first time in my life, I am attempting to stick to a posting schedule – meaning that by the time this blog is written, it’ll be ready to drop at 4pm AEST.. which is something that, for the moment shocks me. **

 

Me? Adulting and sticking to a thing? Who am I? What have I become?

Currently, I am on Rec leave from work. I had put in for two weeks (after much crying and stomping and gnashing of teeth) because I wanted time to celebrate my Birthday. I’ve just turned 42 and Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy jokes aside, I simply wanted to take some time away from work and relax.

Week one has already come and gone. At time of writing, it’s 9:28am on Sunday morning. The weather is drizzly and overcast and there’s a definite chill in the air. A pair of Rosella’s went to town on the backyard, feasting whatever wee beasties crawled out of the earth due to the rain …so that was nice to know. It’s nice to know the concreate and clay swamp we live on is useful for something. Even if it is to feed the birds.

Right. Now to the good bit. Week one of my holidays. Here we go!

It began with picking my Bestie from Brisbane, up at the Airport last Saturday afternoon.  There were complications her end which meant that we didn’t have to rush and after all was said and done, we made good time to get there and she landed (albeit bumpy) safe and sound.

 

That night we ordered take out and proceeded to get right and royally *Sophisticated* and then went to bed

The next few days were spent catching up on all things Marvel. She had, at my request, bought down at least 6 of the movies with her – in order to catch me up before going to see ENDGAME. I’m so glad I did because I tell you what, ENDGAME is something else entirely and it blew my fucking mind. I DID NOT SEE WHAT CAME COMING AND I AM STILL NOT ENTIRELY OK!!  (Mind you, I’d only just watched INFINITY WAR the night before and I was still not OK from that either!) Thankfully, there was only ourselves and some other random guy in the cinema on the day we saw it – My Birthday – so that was all good. There was a bit of ugly crying, that much was for sure .. but at least there was no crowds so there was that.

The night of my Birthday I requested KFC be ordered and Single Malt Whisky be consumed in celebration of my 42nd rotation around the sun. There were Birthday messages aplenty and rest assured, dear reader, I felt well and truly loved.

The following day, my Father took my bestie, hubby and I out for a counter lunch at the Bayswater Hotel. Normally, it would be a trip to McDonalds for a coffee and a cheese toasty – but this year (after I’d bragged to all and sundry that, that was what was going to happen) he made a liar of me and took me up market instead. Not that I can complain. The meal was lovely, and I was in grand company and that more than made up for it.

On Friday morning we were up at ridiculous O’clock to take my bestie back to the airport in order for her to catch her return flight back to Brisbane. Her flight was at 9am so we needed to be there early.

Thankfully the drive in was reasonable and we made good time- getting in at just after 7am – which gave her plenty of time to check her bags in and for us to grab a wee spot of breakfast before we parted company.

It was there, at the McDonalds I discovered the deliciousness of the Breakfast Burger. I confess, if I am not careful, this could very well be my undoing. It’s similar to the Hungry Jacks “Big Breaky Wrap” except it’s a burger .. instead of a wrap. And I believe I may be addicted to it – which after eating just one – says a lot about the type of person I actually am.

At 8:30am – her flight call time- we said our goodbyes (after getting lost and doing a lap of the Virgin Terminal trying to find her gate. I consider this a win as it meant we more or less walked off breakfast and I learned a valuable lesson in what to wear to the airport should I ever decide to travel anywhere in the foreseeable future. Jeans, as it turns out, will get you frisked by security after the button and zipper sets off the alarms – So, leggings or sweat pants are the preferred choice moving forward)

Upon returning home – it was pretty much a nothing day. We were completely exhausted and thus a nap was taken by yours truly not long after walking through the door. I did, however, rearrange my apt with my Osteopath and make a Dr’s apt for next week – so there was that.

I did try and stay up to start watching Se 4 of Lucifer Friday night, but I promptly fell asleep on the couch at 9pm after watching the first episode.

Yesterday was spent largely unmotivated and both of us were glad of it. There were discussions of cleaning out and decluttering my office space – which in itself is not only a mammoth task … but also, next level adulting. Which has me both excited and terrified AF.***

Last night we continued to watch Lucifer and got as far as the end of episode 5. I’m really enjoying it. I know there’s only 10 episodes this season but ‘by his Dad’ I want to find out what happens. None of this dragging it out and making it last rubbish for me!

I would also like to take this opportunity to announce, whilst on the subject of Lucifer, I now consider myself to be a fully converted “Luci-fan!”  I’ve watched all seasons so far and I think it’s a fantastic show. That and Tom Ellis is rather easy on the eye and ridiculously adorable.

 

With still one more week to go, I’m really enjoying my time off. It’s been a load of laughs and fun so far and I kind of don’t want it to end.

 

We’ll see what next week brings eh?

 

Thanks for reading,

 

Ceej.

 

** I lied. I’m posting now because reasons and I don’t think WP has a queuing function. Damn.

 

*** This is an in-joke. I’m not really terrified of adulting. You just to be there I suppose 😛

 

 

The Weekend That Was Adventures With The Bestie

At time of writing both my feet hurt, I feel like I weigh ten tonnes, my pain levels are off the charts and I feel like I’ve forgotten something.

 

Hmph.

 

On the upside, I’ve got a lovely cup of tea sitting in front of me and the new Slash album- Slash featuring Miles Kennedy and The Conspirators sits waiting to be burnt onto my iTunes. So, yay for that.

We are now in October which means we are 1 month and 2 days away from the release of Outlander Season 4. I cannot wait! I am so excited for this season. Based on the book “Drums of Autumn” this season sees Jamie and Claire make their way to the colonies of what will eventually become The United States of America and set up life on a place we will come to know as Frasers Ridge.

Personally, having read the book, I am super keen to see how this book has been adapted to screen. Judging by the trailers alone, I can tell it’s gonna be a cracker of a season! To say I’m excited is an understatement! But, there will be more Outlander related blogs the closer we get to November 4th.

 

For now, though, let me fill you in on events of the past week.

 

Due to the fact I live in Australia and in particular I live in the state of Victoria in the city of Melbourne, every year we have a thing called the AFL Grand Final. It’s to do with some weird ass thing known as Football. If you’re not aware – Football is a sport. Involving men and balls…. That they kick. And punt. A lot.  So, there you go. I believe the gist of it is you have two teams who play against each other and each side has to kick a ball to earn points for their team. This goes on for 84 hundred hours until someone wins and takes home the trophy. This single event, held over the course of a day, causes the people of the state of Victoria to lose their minds, get drunk, pass out and thank the great beardy sky man that there’s a public holiday thrown into the mix and no one has to work the next day (This is a lie. People do have to work, and the aftermath is gruesome.)

But I digress. Seeing as it was a long weekend, I had my Bestie down for a few days to stay with me. Normally she would come down from Brisbane but this time around She came via Canberra. Reason being that the week prior to visiting me she went to see her Sister and family, spend quality time with them and run a 10k marathon. Which she did. Epically.

As an added bonus Hubby and I also got to meet the Sister and her Husband. Which was lovely. They all came down from Canberra and, after waking at sparrow-fart O’clock in the morning, they boarded a bus and arrived at Southern Cross station somewhere around 5pm Thursday afternoon. After stopping for some much-needed supplies, catching a train out to mine, getting collected and snapping up fish and chips for tea -they walked in the door of our house at somewhere after 7:30pm that night.

Despite the tiredness bought on by a long day much fun and laughs were had. That night we crashed out early (for us) and slept like logs.

The next day saw two of our company depart as they had plans of their own for the remainder of the weekend but, not without a parting gift of bacon on toast and coffee for breakfast which went down rather well.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on your point of view) the days that followed went by in somewhat of a blur as copious amounts of wine and spirits were consumed by my bestie, my hubby and me.

Wine, whisky, ginger beer, tacos, Doritos, dips, belligerent biscuits, craptastic crackers, cabana and cheese. Roast pork, fried rice and chicken both fried and marinated wings. Lack of sleep, tears of laughter, memorable puns (and some not so memorable) a few deep and meaningful conversations and the nursing of the hangovers from the seventh circle of hell saw what was one of the best weekends that’s been had in a very long time. It was cathartic and very much needed by all.

Monday saw my Bestie fly home to Brisbane and me drag my sorry, hungover ass to work.

My body hates me. My pain levels and swollen everything are proof of this. On Thursday I have made an appointment to see the Dr in order to get something to help with it Tonight I have my first PT session in over a week and I don’t think I am going to cope very well, but I will go anyway.   I am still tired, still bloated and still drinking coffee like it’s going out of fashion.

But you know what? It was worth it. Every single second of it. And I wouldn’t change it for the world.

 

Thanks for reading,

 

CJ