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Thursday, 27 September 2012

Tough Love Tamvakis-ism #03

The easiest, most effective, feel good activity you can do anytime and anywhere - 
is to stretch.
 

 
Keep your mind and body nimble.
 
Don lycra.
 
Stretch daily.
 
Be gorgeous.
 
Loving you, loving me...TLT x

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Tough Love Tamvakis-ism #02

Sometimes, you’ve gotta get ‘em out.
Just place them on the table.
When you’re in doubt,
Or can’t figure things out,
Yep, lay ‘em out like cable.
 
"I can't."
"I won't."
"I don't know how."
I hear you softly mutter.
Stand firm, be true, I say to you.
 
Who cares if they think you’re a nutter!?
 
 
Now free yourself and live it up!
Proceed with not a doubt,
And should you feel it creeping back,
 
Think TLT – BALLS OUT!
 
 
Seriously - it could save you.

Monday, 24 September 2012

My darling believe me...

Indeed, I say a little prayer for you.
 
May your day include light, love and belly clutching, tear inducing laughs.
 
Loving you, loving me...TLT x

Tuesday, 18 September 2012

Wise women say...

Blue Gowns and Jellybeans

I’ve had the sniffles. Relentless headache, sore throat, runny then blocked then runny/blocked nose, coughs and the sweats...and I’ve not been able to shake it for a couple of weeks.

So, after a stern talking to from a friend of mine (thanks girlfriend), I hauled my butt to the doctor. Good thing too. She took one look at me and muttered a little before donning a face mask and poking sticks into my mouth and gadgets into my ears.

“Open wide!”
“Yes, this ear looks good, now turn to the other side.”
Out comes her stethoscope.
“Breathe in and out.”
“In again, and out.”
“And again, in and out.”
“Once more – in and out. Really big breath this time...iiiin and ooout.”
Geez, this was rigorous however I’d spotted the container filled with colourful spoils and knew that if I played my cards right, I'd receive my glucose fuelled reward. But alas, Doctor declares, “You have a sinus infection and suspected pneumonia. I want you to go for an X-ray immediately” and promptly writes a script for some meds, a referral for some film and strict instructions to call her later that afternoon.

No mention nor whiff of a jelly bean. Outrageous!  

So off I go to the X-ray rooms. I look around and smile at a little boy who smiles shyly then looks away. I see a lone tradie, an exhausted looking woman with her kid, a young professional. I spot an elderly European woman heavily drenched in gold jewellery and embellished clothing flicking though magazines while speaking loudly with a lady who appeared to be her daughter and ask myself, “Are we related?”

Yes sir-ee. We were a bunch of licorice all-sorts and I couldn’t help but wonder who these people were and why they were here. What’s their story?
Suddenly I’m jolted from my bubble back to reality when they call my name.
“Through here”, they tell me.
I’m given a basket to place my belongings and told to strip to my underwear and sport one of the blue gowns on the bench in the change room before sitting in the lounge prior to a radiographer coming to whisk me away for what I had dubbed ‘my silver screen debut.’ I was being caught on film after all. Yes, indeed I romanticised the scenario because a) That's how I roll and b) I felt vulnerable. Besides, it’s times like these that a little romance (and comedy!) can go a long way.
Sitting there in my blue gown, blood sugar levels dropping rapidly (darn you Doctor!), looking around at the others waiting for their ‘debut’, acknowledging one another with a nod and a smile all the while wondering if they were packing barley sugars and how I might get a hold of them - it dawned on me. Once stripped of your belongings and down to your underwear and a blue cotton gown, we’re all the same.

I didn’t know who these people were nor did I know their tales or vice versa, yet what I felt was something intensely human and real. I felt truth in the simplicity of the fundamental commonality among us all in that we want to know that everything is going to be OK.

We all want to love and be loved. We all want a friend, a lover or a golden retriever to share our good, our bad and our blue gown moments with. That sometimes, no words are necessary and that a nod and a smile can really make a difference to someone.

I don’t know if I’m romanticising again (so sue me!) but I figure a visit to the chemist, one box of tissues, a pack of antibiotics and a giant bag of jelly beans (VICTORY!) later, is a good way to further ponder my theory.

Loving you, loving me...TLT x
 
 
 

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

Tough Love-ism #73

A friend of mine once imparted some sound advice upon me and seeing she's not dispensing this little nugget on the electric inter-web for all to enjoy, I have assigned myself messenger. 

"Hear ye! Hear ye!...Everything before but is bullshit."

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout Willis! 

Examples include - He's a really nice guy, but...Don't get me wrong, I enjoy working with her, but...That dress is SO flattering on you, but...

They be jive talkin' fool!

Now that you know, your BS-o-Meter will tingle like tinea and likely evoke a slight tilt of the lips in an upward direction each time you hear it.

Yah, you'd better believe it.

Loving you, loving me...TLT x



Sunday, 9 September 2012

Pain or freedom?

Truth.
Truth hurts.
The truth will set you free.
You can't handle the truth!

What do you believe?

There are many ways to frame it, slice it, dice it, put that thing down flip it and reverse it (thanks Missy Elliot) but whichever way you look at it, revealing your truth (or not) may have a butterfly effect. An impact, positive or negative, that is difficult to predict.  

However there's no need to get your knickers in a knot and over think things to a point of 'analysis paralysis'. When in doubt, I choose to keep it real and super simple so I often refer to my old mate Dr Seuss. Aside from giving Green eggs a plug, he has plenty of sound advice. 


 

And know this, butterflies' lives are all about flight. Their vibrant wings are the largest, most visible parts of their bodies, and they spend much of their time in the air. 

The way I figure it, we may as well speak our truth. You never know, we might find our own vibrant wings and take flight.

Loving you, loving me...TLT x

 









Wednesday, 5 September 2012

Wise men say...

”Anything is possible. You can be told that you have a 90 percent chance or a 50 percent chance or a 1 percent chance, but you have to believe, and you have to fight.”

– Lance Armstrong