The angry note...

Hmmm...

I am not happy.

It all started when I moved my car yesterday morning so that A could drive him Mum to the airport. I moved the car to our front verge, and upon getting out of said car I saw what looked like a note folded up. Of course being the spy demon I am, I grabbed the note in earnest, thinking I could be unravelling the start of something very sinister.

This is what I found.

Now there are a few possible scenarios.

1. This letter is not directed at me and Mr T, and simply happen to land on my verge by chance due to wind/cars/cyclists/runners/garbage truck etc.

2. This letter is not directed at me and Mr T, but rather a nearby hound which may have sounded like it was in our yard.

3. This letter IS directed at me and Mr T, but for a one off event where the author was particularly hungover and had a short fuse.

4. This letter IS directed at me and Mr T, and he is the serial barker on our street - you know, the dog that no one likes!

As I am not 100% on any of the above as the letter was not in my letterbox, I am not sure what to do, and am feeling a bit yuk. The last thing that I want is to piss off the neighbours and for T to receive the poison steak!

I think to be on the safe side I will leave T inside for a few days if A and I go out, and maybe install a baby gate so I don't end up with this situation again.

Any advice?

H x



UPDATE: Prior to publishing I found out that the note was not directed at T dog but another nearby pooch. I am still unimpressed - why can't people come and speak to you, face to face. Neighbours are supposed to have each other's backs...

T Dog Tuesday

So peeps.

I wanted to let you in on a little secret. Some of you may think that I have developed my 

good looks with age. But no. I have always been really really good looking. 

Take a look.

I know it's unfair. So many good genes in one little pooch.

T x

Happy Baby

Look who loves Melbourne!?!

Love love love him! Happy three month birthday O!

H x

Color Run + hangover = not happy.

Last weekend was a very busy couple of days in the land of H. I completely overcommitted and my Saturday was scheduled down to the minute!

 

Sunday on the other hand was meant to involve lying in the airconditioning watching back to back episodes of The Real Housewives of Whatever, until I realised that I had promised friend L that I would walk the Color Run with her, bright and early!

 

It was a glorious day in P Town, but as you can see, I was not feeling so glorious.

I lay in the sun, wallowing in self pity until the gang arrived. Four Nurofens wore off very quickly and before too long I was in hot, sweaty, loud, over crowded hell.

Here is me post run - very happy that it was over, and that I could now go and get some McMedicine.

The event itself was very well organised, great for families and I am sure was a heap of fun for those not in my condition. I would highly recommend (without the three bottles of champagne the night before)!

 

H x

A very proud moment

In 2009 A and I were at a crossroads as to what to do with our lives. We were living in Sydney (with A's parents...) but I was desperate to come back to the west. I scored a job in mining and jumped on the plane back home quick smart.

 

Being the love of his life, naturally A had to follow me, but wasn't sure which way he wanted his career to go. After much umming and arring, eventually he enrolled in a Masters of Logistics and Supply Chain Management (it's a mouthful I know!).

 

After three years of study, including hundreds of hours of lectures and tutorials, and countless dreaded group assignments (every student's nightmare) - he has finished!

 

And as icing on the cake, today we are celebrating A receiving the award for being the top of his class. I am very proud!

 

H x

Post #100 celebrated with a wedding!

Well folks I can’t believe that time has flown this fast and we are already 100 posts down. I have enjoyed the ride and I hope you have too. Hopefully the posts are getting better and are still interesting and I hope to keep on blogging.
 

So what better way to celebrate such a milestone than with the gorgeous wedding of two lovely people, L and S.
 

On Saturday evening friend J and I dolled ourselves up (Zimmermann and Manning Cartell – BOOM!) and headed with sister-friend L and hubby S to Matilda Bay Restaurant.
 

At this point I have to admit something. Something quite huge. I wore heels. Argh – I know! It goes against everything I stand for, but I felt it was necessary due to the nature of the event. Apologies.

Anyhoo, back to the story. Bride L looked stunning as she walked down the aisle after her sister and bridesmaid A. The ceremony was so beautiful, overlooking the Swan River at sunset. Divine.
 

The nights festivities included drinking bubbles, eating glorious food and world domination on the dance floor! Let’s just say it was not pretty the next day.

Thank you for taking the time to read my blog. I welcome any comments or suggestions and hope

that you continue to enjoy ‘Girl in the Flat Shoes’ (sometimes in heels).
 

H x

T Dog Tuesday

Peeps!

 

How are you? I have been super busy doing my thang.

 

Recently I have been socialising a lot - meeting new friends and really cementing my long standing relationships. I have hosted besties A and W on several occasions and we have had a ball. I think they may get slightly bored and sick of my hypoactivity, but eh, how can they not love this!

 

I have also made two new friends! S and T. They are very small creatures, slightly angry but I am sure I can wear them down with my charm. We hit up their local with our Mums recently and I really feel that we will be great friends.

 



I am becoming more and more popular as days go by. Everyone wants a piece of me.

 

T x

Don't dress me like a scarecrow...

Not happy Mum!

H x

Where do birds go?

Have you ever wondered where birds go when they die? Every day I see quite a few birds flying around but it would be a rare occasion if I happened to stumble across a bird once they had passed away (I am trying not to be too gorey here).

 

It seems I am not the only one who wanted to know! It comes up in fourth place on a Google search.

 

 

And then Derrick from Ottawa cleverly asked Yahoo and boom! Dr Fox to the rescue.

 

So there you have it folks. Problem solved.

 

H x

The Daily Friend

Do you have people in your life that you see nearly every day but have no idea who they are? They might be the lady you pass on your morning run, or the man who catches the same train as you, or the woman who takes your order at your favourite coffee shop – every single day. Does it ever make you think that there are so many people in this world that you will never ever know?

At what point do you say hello? Would you ever strike up a conversation? Or simply blank them – every single day?

On most mornings T and I walk or run around the East Perth/Burswood bridges (with friends or solo) and we always pass a lovely lady, who I now know as Margaret.

Long before T was even a blip on the radar I used to run this loop before work and I would smile as I passed Margaret. This slowly built up to a ‘Good morning!’ and this is how is stayed for a few years.

One day last week, when walking with friend J and pooches W and A, Margaret stopped to admire the hounds. She asked what their names were and we all ended up introducing ourselves. And that is how Margaret and I took our relationship to the next level.

I don’t think we will ever be best friends but at least it is a familiar face with a name that I get to say hello to every day. I will never know her life story, who her family are, or even where she lives. But I like that she is a part of my world and we look out for each other.

Do you have any daily friends?

H x

 

Image credit here.

Do you believe in the big V?

Everyone has their opinion on Valentine’s Day and usually it is one of two extremes.

Option A – You think it’s the most romantic day of the year, and you enjoy spoiling the love of your life (or love of the moment) with over priced flowers, chocolates, fine dining and even maybe a bit of raunchy underwear for nooky later on.

Option B – There is no exchanging of gifts as you don’t get caught up in all that ‘commercial crap’. Every day is Valentine’s Day in your relationship.

I think A and I are more of an ‘Option B’ (without the last part as that is a load of shite made up by lazy people) with a little of ‘Option A’ which I think I force A into out of guilt. Hey, there’s no manipulator to see here people!

I did awake yesterday morning to a lovely card (top pic), and  I gave A his card (middle pic) and slipped a cookie into his bag from The Sassy Cookie with the hope that it wouldn’t get lost in the abyss that is A’s work bag.

 

I hope you had a lovely Valentine’s Day whether it was spent with your partner, friends or family.

H x

Drool...

Courtesy of friend K.

Love xxx

H x

Family Paella Night!

Friday night saw A and I creating our signature dish once again. Ok, let’s be serious, I drank wine while A played chef, but we’re not splitting hairs here!

 

The whole tribe descended on our little pad for our outdoor meal delight (we have no room for indoor hosting so Winter is out for dinner parties), including Mum, Dad, sister’s K and E and big O and baby O. Plus Tessie goes without saying!

 

 

 

 

 As A prepared our delicious meal we played with baby O as he is just so delightful. Not sure what he thinks of Auntie K??

 

 

Here is the final result!

 

H x

T Dog Tuesday

I have learnt to be even more amazing.

 

I know we all thought it wasn’t possible but ladies, I have learnt a new skill. I can walk myself!

 

The evil rangers that patrol our local forbid hounds from being off the lead (I question who should be on the lead considering some of the lunatics who hang out at the park - but I’m not about to get into politics today!). So my Mum came up with a genius plan (I am so proud she is finally growing up...sniff) and one day just let me free, on my lead!

 

 

Being as smart as I am, I picked up the lead as it allowed for more freedom so I could show off how fast I really am. Here I go!

 

No doubt others will start following me #trendsetter

 

T x

Ladies on the Swan xx

Morning!

Sunday was an absolute scorcher in P-Town (41 degrees people!) but I was lucky enough to be aboard a boat on the Swan River for friend L’s hens day.

We (friends J, K and L) departed the East Street Jetty at 10am for three hours of champagne, glorious food, swimming and major real estate envy (never have I seen that many infinity pools!).

As the tunes pumped the temperature rose (and then rose some more), and we headed to the Left Bank for a lovely lunch (in the air con). It was a fabulous day of lovely ladies, bubbles and no penis!

 

 

 

L’s sister A did a fantastic job as event host and planner and I am very excited to be attending the wedding on Saturday.

H x

Chinese New Year Resolution - Slow the f$%* down

Happy Chinese New Year!

Last night A and I were being particularly lazy (I blame the heat), so we ordered Chinese from our local. Being the best girlfriend in the world I offered to collect not knowing what I was about to step into.

As the trusty Mazda pulled into the car park I could see and hear a lot of commotion outside our trusty restaurant. A small crowd had gathered to watch the performance by two Chinese dragons that were dancing in aid of Chinese New Year celebrations!

As I waited and waited for the performance to end I could feel myself growing with impatience and even a bit of anger. How dare these dancers get in the way of me collecting my dinner! After about five minutes I was pretty pissed off - why should I have to wait?

Then it dawned on me. The crowd were all smiling and clapping - really getting involved and enjoying the celebration. I should look at this as an opportunity to be a part of something very special and exciting instead of an inconvenience. Why was I in such a rush to get home (watching a rerun of the Superbowl  was what lay ahead of me). So I decided to slow down, take a few snaps, and enjoy a new cultural experience.

I hope you enjoy the Year of the Snake and have a Happy Chinese New Year.

H x 

Baby O update

Morning peeps!

 

It's been a week since my last update of beautiful baby O. He is still as scrumptious as ever (and dare I say making me slightly clucky).

 

Here he is will his Mamma E - doesn't she look fabulous?!?

 

Hope you all have a fabulous Saturday!

 

H x

What a week...

Every time I open any form of social media at the moment there appears to be inspirational crap vomitted all over the screen. Look, I am all for a bit of positivity, half glass full blah, blah, blah, but come on people! 

 

But sometimes it's ok just to have a shit day that remains shit for the whole week and not even a Lorna Jane tee can fix it! Sorry for the sombre mood, it's just been one of those weeks that reminds me of why people drink. Blugh!

 

On the bright side (there's that inner sunshine breaking through the cracks), here's to a great weekend (Happy Hen's Day Miss L)!

 

H x

 

Image credit here.

Does fear come with age?

Last week A and I had dinner with his colleague P, his wife D, and two children 8 and 6. It was a lovely evening of good company, lots of laughs (and average food, but we won't go into that).

 

As the school term was fast approaching I asked the boys if they were excited about heading back to school, to which they both proclaimed, "No, school is so boring!". Child 8 went on to say, "I can't wait until I'm an adult, life will be so much better!"

 

This got me thinking. As a child, all you want to be is to be older (amongst many other things) so that you can have more control over your life. You want to be able to make decisions for yourself, buy what you choose and go wherever you like. But seeing it from the other side, it's really not all it's cracked up to be.

 

I thought as I got older I would fear less. Surely the monsters in the cupboard can't get you if you're all grown up?!? But I have actually found it to be the opposite. Here are two lists to compare.

 

8 year old H feared:

•  Monsters in the cupboard
• The dark
• Missing out on Home and Away

29 year old H fears:

• Real monsters on the street
• The dark
• Missing out on Keeping Up with the Kardashians
• Burglars
• The telephone (don't even ask)
• Doing something wrong
• Missing out (on anything that I deem worthy - concerts/events/catch ups/holidays)
• Having a child
• Not having a child
• Being a bad parent
• Losing A (note - this list is in no particular order)
• Having no money
• Having a car crash
• Getting mugged/robbed/assaulted etc
• My dog getting stolen out of my backyard
• My dog running away
• Family members or friends getting sick
• Getting fired
• Making poor choices
• Having regrets
• Many many more things....

Phew, quite a list really. Life was so much simpler.

H x

Run run run!

The situation was dire. I was in desperate need for new runners to ensure that my health and fitness goals were not sabotaged (first world problem?) so after discussions with friend and trainer E, I headed to The Running Centre in West Perth.

The team there do a great job and really are the experts when it comes to all kinds of running. The sales assistant was as chipper as she could be early on a Saturday morning (I suspect there may have been a slight hangover lingering) and went about fitting me for the perfect running shoe.

After a brief questionnaire whilst standing on a heat sensitive platform it was concluded that I have 'neutral' feet. She then filmed me while walking on a treadmill (a view that I never need to see again - arse close ups are never good) and she explained the type of shoes I could go for.

This is one pair that she selected, and being an Asics fan I was happy (the purple may have won me over). They are light yet supportive and very comfy!

 

I would highly recommend The Running Centre if you want to be sure that you are getting a quality shoe that is right for you. And with a $20 voucher for me and a friend, it really is a winner!

See you on the pavement.

H x

T Dog Tuesday

Hello peeps!

Hope you have all had a smashing week.

This week has been another great chapter in the world of T Dog. 'That' baby is still here (hmmmmm, not impressed) but I have been doing my best to look on the bright side.

Mum bought me some of my all time favourite tennis balls from City Farmers - what a star that lady is. They squeak when I bite them and I can howl along in tune. It really is a Grammy worthy performance in my house every night. Tickets are available at the door (byo chair).

 

You may notice that I have scored a new hairdo (if you are a true T Dog fan you would definitely notice) and I am loving the airflow. Dad insisted that I keep my mullet, and I am cool with that - I can make anything look good!

On Saturday afternoon, Mum and I dropped Dad and Uncle O at the Cottesloe Beach Hotel (boring!) and then headed down to the beach to check out the ladies (ok maybe that last part was just me). She really is my favourite parent, but I wish she would stop screeching, "Tobeeeeeeee, look at me Tobeeeeeee" every time she wanted a pic! Just relax lady, it is hard work being this good looking!

As you can see I was shattered after the beach (or maybe I am just trying to drown out Mum's awful music - change it up lady, no one likes Whitney that much!)

See you next week team.

T x