My year: rainbows, turkey neck and email apnoea

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

And on with the show … Here’s proof that people present fairytale versions of themselves through social media. Facebook creates a “Year in Review” for everyone (have you checked yours out?) and this is what mine looked like in 2013:

January 1: 13 hours and counting …

Photo: 13 hours and counting ...

February 11: Ava’s self portrait. Loving the colours!

Photo: Ava's self portrait. Loving the colours!

February 20: That’s a bath? Seriously?

Photo: That's a bath? Seriously?

March 14: Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god … Neil Finn just started following me on Twitter … be still my 30-year-crush heart …

March 17: Birthday drink harbourside with stu

Photo: Birthday drink harbourside with stu

April 1: I do not know where she gets it from. I did a collage for my HSC – because I couldn’t paint, draw, anything – and my eldest creates like a dream. Excuse the boasty sharey pastel thingy (proud mummy) …

Photo: I do not know where she gets it from. I did a collage for my HSC - because I couldn't paint, draw, anything - and my eldest creates like a dream. Excuse the boasty sharey pastel thingy (proud mummy) ...

April 30: So, the heater is in a cage (for its own safety) and the bunny roams free … Totally normal, right?

Photo: So, the heater is in a cage (for its own safety) and the bunny roams free ... Totally normal, right?

May 12: I’ve been inspired by all the awesome retro pics friends have posted of their mums … here’s my mum waaaay back. I cooked a Southern feast for her 70th birthday/Mother’s Day today … recipes to come …

Photo: I've been inspired by all the awesome retro pics friends have posted of their mums ... here's my mum waaaay back. I cooked a Southern feast for her 70th birthday/Mother's Day today ... recipes to come ...

June 25: Chilling out …

Photo: Chilling out ... 

October 12: I texted Stu and told him: “we have some bad news for you …”

Photo: I texted Stu and told him: "we have some bad news for you ..."

October 31: Its Halloween dress-up day at work. I’m the wicked witch of the west, the furry thing is my real-life Toto!

Photo: Its Halloween dress-up day at work. I'm the wicked witch of the west, the furry thing is my real-life Toto!

October 31: The witches of Lime Street …with the gorgeous Tegan

Photo: The witches of Lime Street ...with the gorgeous Tegan Gilchrist

November 7 : M&Ms really are god’s gift to cupcake making #crazycupcakeday

Photo: M&Ms really are god's gift to cupcake making #crazycupcakeday

November 24: doctor who 3d was so good I almost cried. Geek heaven!

December 10: Charlie’s first haircut. Bless!

Photo: Charlie's first haircut. Bless!

December 16: Nawwww … my divine workmate Kahla made me bunny cupcakes for my farewellPhoto: Nawwww ... my divine workmate Kahla Preston made me bunny cupcakes for my farewell

Rainbows and daffodils, right?

But it only tells a fraction of the story. The bits it doesn’t show are me working too much, worrying too much, crying too much, eating too much, drinking too much and exercising too little.

They also don’t mention that I stuffed my neck by spending 10 hours a day on a laptop. Geez that cost me a freaking fortune in physio bills, and I just put it out again over Christmas.

Then there’s the afternoon I stuffed my pelvis in a war with bush turkeys. It’s not covered either.

Facebook also completely glosses over when everything slid into a big, steaming heap back in August, when I blogged about My Annus Horribilis Squeezed Into 7 Days:

The last two weeks, they weren’t much fun. Gross understatement – they sucked. They might just be the worst I’ve ever had.
But I’ve survived. Although I’ve freaked a few people out in the process with my moochy woe-is-me blogs.
That’s the problem with a blog being your therapy. It’s all very well when you’re sweating the small stuff, but a little too public for the bigger roadblocks life throws at you.
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Because my blog really is my therapy, come hell or high water. (And it’s gotten me into all sorts of trouble as a result, which I am trying to justify by all the money I’ve saved on psychologists. Except I now pay Neville $160 a fortnight. Hmmmm.)
That reads pretty badly I know. But I’ve decided 2014 is my year (The Sharpest Pencil won 2013, lucky thing).
I really have.
2014 is going to be about me, me, me. Sort of. Well, more than than usual.
I wish I could say it was about lying around a pool, sipping cocktails and reading novels … but I figure it will feel almost as good.
I’m going to fix my health – physical and mental. That means my first pap smear in forever. And my first mammogram in … ever.
It also means going to the gym at least three times a week.
And I’m going to zip up my core.
And going for walks in the fresh morning air. I used to love doing that.
I’d like to hope it means going for walks with the dog in the fresh morning air but I’m a little worried Charlie will actually be going for a “carry”, which isn’t quite as much fun for me but awesome for him.
I am going to lie in front of the telly all day catching up on True Blood and Californication.
Then are the other problem areas …
I am going to connect with my kids more than my electronic devices.
I am going to connect with my husband more than my electronic devices.
I am going to remember to breathe. Somehow I keep forgetting. It’s called email apnoea apparently.
What are your New Year’s Resolutions?
PS I should also try to be less curmudgeonly. Like last night when I wanted to drop a huge water bomb on my neighbours when they woke me up by running around blowing horns at midnight and played the TV at full blast with the countdown. SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP. I don’t care that it’s New Year’s Eve. Small children are trying to sleep, even if you’ve been stupid enough to let yours stay up. Good luck with that today.

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  1. I know what you mean about stuffing your neck up by spending so much time on the computer. Also… my blog is my therapy as well. And… I tend to reveal 30% of the real story. Any more than that and and the cops / mental facility would be at my door. Your daughters are so talented. How did you end up with Neil Finn following you on Twitter?

  2. Less “curmudgeonly”…I like it!
    And yes, please remember to breathe.
    As I recall, your morning walks used to provide plenty of “blogger fodder”, and that keeps us all happy, too! Do it…
    Happy New Year to you and yours 🙂

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