Pudding and Brandy Butter Resolutions. Give me an F. I. T.

I'm putting it down in the blog books - Daydreamer is gonna get in shape! 

Need to get Summer ready?
Had a little too much pudding this Christmas season?
Haven't exercised in...well God knows?
Starting to get a little soft around the edges?

Well that's me all right. 
Trust me, this 'exercise' thing is way over due for me. I mean, I'm not fat or anything, but after a few to many mince pies and a couple of extra scoops of Brandy Butter (fuck, I love that stuff) I'm starting to get a little 'marshmallow man'. 
I'm positive over the years (thanks to 'bye byes' of P.E) I've slowing been putting more and more weight on - but that's natural right?
I go through these stages - feel great, love my body...
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Actually, I believe I have a positive and healthy outlook towards my body. 
I think I look pretty sexy most of the time (when I'm looking good) and I don't think I'm repulsive or anything. 
I have my 'ew' days (who doesn't?)
Then I go through these stages; where I look down (sorry stomach) and I think maybe I should get in shape again. 
And this is when I exercise. Nothing excessive (Lord, I couldn't do that, even if I wanted to) but I start to move my body and get that little bum back into shape. 
I even notice my eating improves and I drink more water too. 
And then...it stops. 
Whether it's lack of motivation, lack of time, or (more truthfully) I get lazy; the exercise stops and the stomach comes creeping back. 
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I've known for ages that my stomach is a little rounder than it used to be. My butt is starting to stick out a little too far - not that I'm complaining about that. My arms are starting to demonstrate those of a lunch ladies - or for overseas readers - bat wings. And I'm finally understanding the expression 'thunder thighs'. 

I hope for anyone reader this (and if you've made it this far, I congratulate you) that I don't sound like a whiny, skinny, Barbie girl who doesn't know the meaning of the word obese. 
I'm literally the most average girl - though technically I'm a women - you'll ever meet, who (after some indulgence eating and couch sitting) might want to do some physical activity once in a while. 

So it starts today. 
I've plugged the Wii back into the T.V and I'm going to start doing some exercise. Whoo.
I'm making it a blog post so that if I wander off my plan (inevitable really) I'll look at this and go "oh yeah, Daydreamer away!" and jump back on the healthy truck. 

And with the new year approaching it's the perfect time to make changes. 

Wish me luck. 

I would also like to point out I think I swore for the first time on Thought Bubble.

Who Let That Dog In?

I had a scary moment yesterday. 

But first some background info. 

I have two dogs. One of which is badly behaved. He looks like butter could melt in its mouth - when it comes to humans, that's true. Other dogs however...

There's a dog (a new puppy) that has been living next door. 

Our fence that separates the two backyards is unstable, frail and has loose paling's. 

The neighbours said dog is a Norwegian Ridgeback (a dangerous dog).

Can you see where I'm going with this?

Yes, their dog got into our yard, and boy, did we have fun ripping the dogs away from each other and putting the dog back over the fence - after our neighbours jumped the fence and lifted the dog over it. 

I was scared shitless. 

It might be a puppy now, but sooner or later he wont be.

I researched a Norwegian Ridgeback. The Internet said something about "fighting dogs into submission." 

Holy crap. 

So basically I'm venting, I'm so scared and I've been so worried since yesterday afternoon. 

I honestly don't know what to do.

Any ideas? 

Love Actually is All Around

I love Love Actually. 
It was on TV last night and I jumped at the opportunity to watch it again. 
It's one of my favourite Christmas movies. 
It's romantic, funny, sad, serious, light, greatest cast ever, the cutest story lines, sexy...man I could go on.

This post has no purpose but this, 

I want to watch it again!!! 

Hm, maybe I should ask Santa for it this year...

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The Downsides to Being a Hermit

Choosing to live the hermit life is hard. 
Firstly, one tends to pick this life after experiencing what it's like to have friends. And as hermit life tends to creep up on its victim, these "friends" haven't yet realised the path you have taken.
Unfortunately the hermit life was forced on me. 
I desperately wish to go out - but my hermit-induced soul will not let that happen. 
Luckily for this part of my body, the rest of me doesn't have to will power to break free. I also contain other characteristics which help fuel my hermit ways. 
- I have few friends (I've touched on this before, so lets not go back there.)
- I don't drive (also something touched upon before.)
- I'm a worrier. 
- I tend to focus on the negative rather than the positive. 
- I don't work. 
- I never leave the house. 

As you can tell, I'm a delightful person to be around. But I wasn't always like this. At the start of last year, most of these things weren't on my list (not being able to drive, nor work, were still on the list) but the others weren't even an issue. I was engaged with real life dealings, would talk through my issues with real people and not that of a computer screen, would leave the house at least five days a week, would regularly attend parties and was always seen as the "funny one" (funny here being ha ha and not weird). 

It is this person, that these friends still believe I am. And was why, yesterday, I received a birthday invite from one of them. 
I haven't talked to most of them in over a year. 
Some I departed with on bad terms. 
They all still talk to each other regularly. 
My #1 arch frenemy - someone who was a friend but wasn't, isn't invited - so I don't know what this means. 
I don't know how to get there (I don't drive remember).
Or get home. 
I don't even know if any of them actually like me any-more. Maybe they are hoping that I wont show. 

But with only a few days to make up my mind - things are not looking good for Daydreamer . HELP. 
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A Radio Station's Massive Prank. A Hospital's Massive Mistake.

I can't believe I have to talk about this. 

Have you ever played a phone prank? You know the ones; calling someone up pretending to be someone else and seeing how much you can get away with before they hang up, discover who you are or, alternatively, start throwing abuse at you. 
What about pretending to be the Queen of England and her son, Prince Charles? 
Well this was the case for two Australian DJ's and now...It's flooding my news feed. 

For overseas readers, I here this news has made it to you too. That a little Sydney broadcasting station is now headline news all over the world. But for those who don't know what I'm talking about or for those people who know a little, I'll catch you all up. 

Now firstly, I want to talk to you about this for a number of reasons. 
1 - I'm Australian, I know the female involved (not personally of course, but she was also the host of The Top 30 Countdown, which I enjoy on a Saturday morning). 
2 - It's flooding up my news feed. All breaking news involves the Presenters and/or the nurses involved - which I'll get to in a second. 
3 - It has been blown way out of proportion and I think people are getting lost in fact and conspiracies. 
4 - It involves a tragic loss and I want to give my own condolences - done properly and not in the form of abuse. 

Now the story:
Two radio presenters rang up the British hospital where Kate was staying (with severe morning sickness) pretending to be the Queen and Prince Charles. 
To their surprise the receptionist put them through to Kate's ward, where a nurse answered the phone. 
They asked how their "daughter-in-law" was going and if she was well. 
The Nurse said (Kate) was sleeping and that she was feeling better; along with other information. 
The radio hosts where dumbfounded. 
The hospital fell for their dodgy accents and they had even given them information on the Princess. 
It was a massive prank. 
People around Australia where laughing while the rest of the world (especially the Mother Land) were furious! It made all sorts of headlines as the news read of a massive mistake and a massive prank.  
Big news - but something that would have blown over in a couple of days. 
And then, a terrible loss struck. 
The nurse who was involved in the prank died of (what I believe was) suicide.
What was just a prank has now become a sad, sad story that should be recognised. 
There are talks of the hospital suing the radio station. 
The presenters have been sacked.
Advertisement has been pulled from the station. 
And today I read that Mel and Michael (the hosts involved) are now getting counselling after being in an intense fragile state. 

Some things I need to get off my chest:

The nurse,Jacintha Saldanha, 46, took her own life due to depression - now this is what I'm getting from my news, and this is all reporting allegations. 
People have linked the prank to the reason she killed herself. We don't know this was the case. 
I have no doubt that the scolding she would have gotten from her manager, her boss, even the head of the hospital, would have been severe. Surely they must have known about her fragile state and what happened wasn't her fault. 
The cast irons they would have dished on her would have been harsh - and nobody deserves that, especially a hard working women such as herself.
Does anyone blame them? Do they look to them and are they suspects for pushing Ms Saldanha over the edge? 

As you can imagine, social media has gone wild. 
Tweets have gone off the hook, labelling the hosts as "murderers" and saying things like "they have blood on their hands." 
Both have deleted their Twitter accounts and have gone into hiding basically. 
There is a Facebook page known as, RIP Jacintha Saldanha. Shame upon those stupid Australian DJs, which has been bombarded with hateful messages. 

The Royal family, have made no formal complaint to the hospital nor the radio station, and seemed not to bothered by the events (this was before the death of Ms Saldanha.). 

The prank was stupid. 
Pranks are always stupid. I personally don't see the attraction into fooling somebody for your own humour-filled benefit. 
The loss of the nurse is tragic and my condolences go to her family, friends and colleagues, and sorry that her death is publicised for the world to witness. 
The hospital needs better protocols for this. It's their fault that this happened and the receptionist who picked the phone up should get her hearing checked out. 
To Mel and Michael - if you could take it back, you would. I believe you are truly sorry for what happened and that the world is watching your every move. 

And to anyone who posted anything hurtful about the indecent - put a lid on it. 
The hosts have suffered enough. 
The hospital has suffered enough.
And Ms Saldanha's family has suffered more than enough. 

Please, let it go, and hopefully this will bring awareness to depression, and the pain it can inflict. 

Forever Alone

Hey guys,
A very unusual and embarrassing account happened to me today and and if I had friends I would surely laugh about it with them. But because I don't, you (people of the Internet) get to hear it instead. 

At least I'm not this guy.

Now, I know I'm not a social person. I haven't left the house since...oh wait, I left it yesterday, but not to meet anybody.
Basically, when it comes to leaving the house for a social occasion (family members excluded) it is very, very rarely. 
A lot of friends I used to have I don't talk to often or at all, let alone actually catch up with them. 

When I heard my phone buzz this afternoon it was quite a shock. It goes off little and the vibration it makes against my dresser is quite loud. I grabbed it thinking it would be the phone company ("A special offer, only for a limited time") and was even more shocked to discover that it was an actual person - an actual friend. 
Even more shocking, someone I haven't talked to (at all) in literally months! 
And the message captured that...

OMG How are you?? We haven't talked in ageeeessssss -_- talk soon Babe. 

Now, even though I hadn't communicated with this person in a while, this wasn't how they acted when I did used to talk to them.
Looking back, I should have seen the signs. 
Nevertheless, I was touched to see that someone had actually remembered me and wanted to catch up (I only presumed). I wanted to reply straight away. Telling them that I know it has been ages, but regardless would love to hang out.

But I had no credit. 

Bugger. It would have to wait. 

So, I continued what I was doing, and decided afterward, I would log onto the Internet and chat with her there. I got caught up with some other stuff and left my room. 
It was around half an hour when I got back. I turned my computer on and went to my phone to check the message again. I had another message.

Me? Daydreamer has another message? Two in one day, that's a record. 

It was from the same person. Telling me that the children she coaches had taken her phone and sent messages to random people. 
And this was it. The bottom of the bottom of my social life. The only person to talk to me and want to hang out, was nothing but a seven year olds prank.

That's embarrassing. But I can be thankful for my phone credit (or lack there of). If I had of had credit and sent a heartfelt message filled with memories, reminiscent and old times - could you imagine the humiliation then; for the both of us? 
At least I could brush it off with a casual "yeah, I saw that - pretty funny" response.  

So I know I'm unsociable - but really?! Did I deserve this? 
I don't think so. 
So for anyone who's feeling a bit alone, here's something to cheer you (and I) up.