I'm writing to you today with some very good news. I have finished my uni semester! All my assignments are handed in, my exams are completed, and I am free to spend time on myself. I have about six weeks off, and in this time I want to focus on self care, getting back into… Continue reading Done With Uni – For Now
I've been really sick this past week, a combined effect of changing meds, catching a cold, and it being that time of the month. Because of this I've spent a lot of time at home, doing a whole lot of nothing, and feeling pretty sorry for myself. As a result of this, I spent more… Continue reading Thankfulness Thursday!
I've been feeling pretty trash lately, so I thought I would take some time out to focus on positive things and share them with you. So today I'm creating an anti-bucket list, which celebrates all the things I have achieved so far instead of setting new goals for myself. I'm going to stay within things… Continue reading My Anti-Bucket List
1. What is your pets name? My beautiful kitty's name is Fischer! 2. What kind of pet is it and what breed? He is a cat (obviously) and he is a Nebelung, which is kind of like a Russian Blue but fluffy. 3. How long have you had your pet friend? Fischer has been my… Continue reading The Pet Tag!
What is it about being an army wife that lets me put off everything else in my life with the excuse that I just have to do some washing, make his lunch, plan a get together with the boys, or do a million other non-essential things for my partner? Aside from just feeling generally awful… Continue reading The Mid-Week Slump
My first move as an army wife was definitely my hardest. But that's mostly because I wasn't even technically an army wife then (even less technically than I am now!). My partner and I weren't de facto at that point, and we had only been together for just over six months. On top of that,… Continue reading The Story of My First Interstate Move
I love my partner. I really do. I love when we wake up together on the weekends. I love his tickly moustache. I love the way he picks me up and spins me around. But sometimes he really drives me crazy, and this is only made worse by the never ending piles of laundry that… Continue reading The Washing Never Ends!: An Autobiography