Looking back on 2013: A belated Year in Review

Given we’re through the first month of the new year and fairly well into the second, television has resumed its regular programming, school is back in session (traffic, uggggh), annnnnd I just had a birthday, I can no longer deny that it is now well and truly in 2014.

I know I am a little LOT late with my ‘year in review’ post, but I wasn’t quite ready to let 2013 go – it was a huge year for me; my biggest year yet.

The First Quarter

Thinking

As has become the custom for us, we marked January with a trip to Sydney. Sidenote: I’m not sure what we’re going to do now that we actually live here?! We caught up with friends, ate too much, met with wedding vendors, and celebrated a friend’s gorgeous little boy’s second birthday.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t always the best company – I had discovered a lump a month earlier (Christmas! Best gift yet!), and being particularly stupid I had decided to bury my head in the sand (hoping it would go away), only to rediscover the lump on our trip away. Pretty stupid at the best of times, incredibly stupid when you have my family history. After crying hysterically to Mr Posy, I made an appointment with my GP (who was also Mum’s GP and had diagnosed her cancer) for when I returned to PosyTown. I cried even more when my GP referred me on for an ultrasound, saying “We need to get this looked at”… Thankfully, it was just a false alarm; however it did prompt me to quite seriously look at my lifestyle and how I was treating (or not treating) my body, and make necessary changes.

Community Service Announcement: Get your girls out (and the rest) – see your GP and get a health check. If something doesn’t feel quite right, have it looked at, don’t just hope it will go away.

The rest of the quarter involved drowning in huge changes at work (and all the additional work that these changes created) and supporting staff through said changes. Explaining to staff, who after many years working together had become like family, that there would not be a position for them in a new structure was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in my career. Thinking about it now still makes me feel sad and uneasy. I can’t even rationalise it to myself as one of those “growing experiences” that “only makes you stronger” – it was an experience I could have done without.

PosyTown is such a transient place, and as with every year, I said goodbye to more dear friends who rode off on their way to greener pastures – always hoping that it would soon be my turn to leave.

Needless to say, my heart was pretty heavy and I shed many tears during the first quarter of 2013.

Quarter Two

Sydney

Fortunately, the second quarter balanced out the first.

After many years of balancing surviving work and study, I finally donned a cap and gown, and walked across the stage to collect my degrees. I don’t know who was more proud – me, Mr Posy, or my parents. I am missing study, but I’m not quite ready to throw myself back into another degree just yet. For now I am enjoying making travel plans, exploring Harbour City, and researching possible future courses.

We took another trip to Sydney, this time for a friend’s baby shower and to meet with our priest in the lead up to the wedding. I was far more relaxed and in a far better head-space than our previous trip, and we had a wonderful time catching up with friends. I went back to PosyTown feeling refreshed after our very quick trip away.

Niece Posy turned three, and she had a Minnie Mouse themed party. I tried my hand at cake pops for the first time, and will never ever forget my little niece’s reaction when she saw the finished product. I had so much fun helping my SIL with the party-prep, to the point of finding myself designated as face painter for the big event. Luckily the three year olds were quite impressed with my basic flower, love heart and a little glitter; the older children, on the other hand, were not quite as forgiving of my ‘skills’…

Quarter Three

Chaos

Chaos. Bedlam. Total pandemonium.

All the changes at work that had been brewing for months with the restructure hit boiling point. It was an incredibly challenging time – but I can honestly say that it was made somewhat easier working with and for such amazing people. I have many decades in my career ahead of me, and I am sure it won’t be the last major restructure that I have to stomach, but I’m thankful that my first experience with such significant organisational change was with such an incredible bunch of people.

I said farewell to more friends leaving PosyTown, but I also said hello to my very dear friend who was back visiting after two years living in the UK, so it wasn’t all bad.

I found out that I had won a job in Sydney! I received two job offers within days of each other (and came *this* close to a third), but with one permanent and one on a temporary contract, it was an easy(ish) choice with such a huge interstate move to make. Telling work and our family and friends that we were leaving was much harder than I had anticipated, but the opportunity really came at the right time for Mr Posy and me.

I took Niece Posy to the Royal PosyTown Show for an Aunty & Niece Day Out, and we had so much fun checking out the cows, goats, chickens, horses and fire trucks. Gosh I miss that kid. She and Nephew Posy are so sweet, and I miss them every single day. Fortunately they moved down to Melbourne with BIL and SIL, so they’re now only an hour flight away (instead of four!), but I do wish they were still only across the road.

Mr Posy and I took another trip to Sydney – this time for wedding prep (nothing like leaving dress shopping and the menu tasting to only a few months before the big day!), to meet a friend’s new baby, and to meet my new employer. It was a quick trip, but the weather was amazing, I got to spend time with some of my closest girlfriends, and it was exciting knowing that we would soon be calling Sydney “home”.

A few weeks later we took one last trip from PosyTown to Sydney, this time to find a place to live! We returned to PosyTown just in time to pack up our little life (which surprisingly filled a huge truck) and send it on its way to Harbour City.

The Final Quarter

Dream then do.

I think we managed to cram maybe a year’s worth of activity into the last few months of 2013.

I finished up in my position in a team where I had worked for the past four and a half years (with the same employer for six years), said our goodbyes to family and friends, and caught a one-way flight to Sydney. Moving to Sydney was a dream around ten years in the making, and it felt (and still feels) so surreal finally making it happen.

Our new life in Sydney kicked off on the right foot, when my beloved Roosters WON THE GRAND FINAL – and we were actually there to witness it. It was a nail-biting game, and I will never forget the moment when Jennings basically put his body on the line for an amazing try that turned the game back in our favour. A fellow female Roosters supporter in the seat in front of us turned to me – we stared at each other incredulously for a minute, before giving each other the biggest high-five. It still makes me tear up just thinking about it. I have been trying to brainwash telling my little Manly-supporting cousins (now 8 and 10) that they have been barracking for the wrong team for years – I may have rubbed in our victory when we finally caught up with them a couple of weeks ago…

We had a little under a week to unpack our home, before I started work – it was an adjustment going from a three-bedroom house with ample storage, to a two-bedroom terrace with only one built-in cupboard and a much smaller living space. While we had purged our lives of things we no longer needed when packing in PosyTown, we used the opportunity to further simplify our lives and rid ourselves of junk. It was incredibly cathartic.

After working for the same employer for the past six years, it was a little strange starting a new job. I’d managed to develop a nasty chest infection in the week between arriving in Sydney and starting work, so the first few weeks completely knocked me about. I am still adjusting to a less frenetic pace than I was used to in PosyTown (a pace which I secretly enjoyed), but the people are nice, so I can’t complain.

One of the highlights of 2013 for me was of course getting married, and also having all our family and friends in Sydney to celebrate in the lead-up to our wedding. Niece and Nephew Posy completely lost their minds when we picked them up from the airport, however I still can’t decide who was more excited over our little reunion – them or me. While the weather wasn’t amazing (torrential downpours, anyone?), we did manage to get in a daytrip to Taronga Zoo, and the rest of the time was spent at the Aquarium in Darling Harbour, eating out for breakfasts and dinners, walking around shopping centres like mall-rats, and of course gearing up for our wedding celebration. We had an amazing dinner with our bridal party and immediate family a couple of nights before the wedding – it was so nice to have everybody together before the madness started.

I will save the wedding post for another day, but we had a truly beautiful day that exceeded all our expectations and was more amazing than we could have ever imagined. Mr Posy and I felt so incredibly humbled to be surrounded by all our family and friends, many of whom travelled such a long way to be there. I don’t think  I will ever tire of looking at our photos and watching our wedding highlights video…

After not managing to catch a single one of the concerts that we’d planned during the first three quarters of the year, we finally squeezed a few in – Ricky Martin and Taylor Swift for me (both of which Mr Posy also surprisingly enjoyed; they put on a great show), and Muse for Mr Posy (and okay, partly for me also).

The time came to say farewell to my gorgeous friend (and beautiful bridesmaid) who returned to the UK for what sounds like another two years minimum. I’m just grateful for all the mix-ups with her visa paperwork which meant she was home for longer, and meant that she didn’t have to do a crazy flight back to Australia for the wedding, only to have to get on the plane back across the pond the very next day.

Mr Posy and I finally took our first real road trip, down the coast to spend Christmas with my grandparents. While it took us around six hours each way, it was such a nice drive – so nice that Mr Posy who has always been Mr Anti-Road Trips is now keen to take more of them – and it was the perfect trip away to recharge after such a crazy few months.

As it was our first “married” New Year’s Eve (and our first in Sydney), I soon found myself manically scouring the web for ideas of where we might go on the night to ensure we started 2014 with a bang. In the end, Mr Posy talked me down off the proverbial ledge, and we spent the evening eating dinner at home and watching movies. I managed to stay awake for the “family fireworks” (which I could just see from where I had positioned myself on the couch), but fell asleep barely ten minutes before the main event. It was the perfect way to start our first year of marriage, and our first year in Sydney – and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Epilogue

While this post is long overdue, I figure better late than never. I needed to write it – it’s important to me to look back and reflect on the year that was; to celebrate the good times and mourn the bad, to step back from it all and gain a little perspective, and to stop and really appreciate the people in my life and the moments I have with them.

I am still finding it a little difficult to really embrace 2014 (maybe I should have stayed awake for those midnight fireworks after all, ha!). I can’t decide if it’s because so much happened last year and I’m still processing it all, or if I simply don’t want to believe 2013 is over. It certainly was not always an easy year, but 2013 will forever be a special year for me, and one that I will treasure always.

I can’t wait to see where 2014 takes me.

Minnie Mouse cake pops

Speaking of baking and cake pops, Niece Posy recently turned three, and I thought it was as good a time as any to try my hand at Minnie Mouse cake pops (actually, making cake pops in general) for the themed birthday party that my SIL organised. As well as arranging an amazing cake, she also managed to track down Mickey and Minnie suits!

Minnie Mouse party

All the articles and blog posts that I read online suggested making the process as easy as possible, so I totally cheated and used cake packet mix and store-bought icing. The cake pops were quite time-consuming as it was, so I was all about shaving off a few minutes where I could. I made the cake on the Friday night, so that I’d have all of Saturday to get through the remaining steps of this Bakerella recipe, for the party on the Sunday. I was still up fairly late on the Saturday night finishing the cake pops off!

I managed to find this cute site with free Minnie Mouse printables, so while the cake was baking, I got busy with my printer, some scissors and sticky tape.

Cake mix

Crumble the cooled baked caked into a bowl and mix in a little icing at a time – you don’t want the mixture to be too squishy.

Cake pop balls

Roll a tablespoon of your mixture into cake balls, and place in the freezer to firm up (but don’t allow to freeze). You don’t want to roll these too tightly, or they’ll expand and crack once they’re out of the fridge.

Styrofoam

Melt Candy Melts in the microwave (as per packet instructions – don’t overheat, they do burn!); dip your cake pop stick into the candy melts (I didn’t bother adding any candy colouring) and insert into the cake ball (about 2/3 through). I then placed these back into the freezer for about fifteen minutes to firm up some more.

Place the cake pops in a block of styrofoam – then stick two ‘ears’ (I used Nestle Melts) to the cake balls using more of the melted candy. Stick these back into the freezer for about fifteen minutes, before moving to the fridge so they don’t freeze, because a certain little person wants to get stuck into the arts and crafts.

Melt more of the Candy Melts in the microwave, and very carefully dip (no twirling or the ears will come off!) or, using a spoon, pour the melted candy over the cake pop. Fashion a bow using pink hearts, and stick back into the freezer to firm up, before wrapping in a cellophane cake pop bag and tying with ribbon.

Ta-da!

Ready

I had more than enough Minnie Mouse cake pops, so also made some plain cake pops with sprinkles – these were much easier and far less time-consuming to assemble.

Cake pops

While the cake pops were fairly labour-intensive, the look on Niece Posy’s face when she saw the finished product made it all worth it. “AUNTY POSY! YOU MADE KICKEY MOUSE CAKES! FOR MEEEE!” 

Yes, my little bug. I made Kickey Mouse cakes, just for you.

Happy Birthday

28 candles

Given how much I love Christmas, it probably comes as no surprise that I also love birthdays. I love spoiling my family and friends on their special day, and I approach the preparations for the ‘Festival of [friend/family member]’ with gusto – flowers, birthday banners, a surprise morning tea/lunch, filling their office/cubicle with balloons, cake and candles, cocktails…

I don’t share quite the same enthusiasm for my own birthday, however, but they continue to roll around (as they do), and last week it was my turn to celebrate a birthday.

Birthday

A  couple of the girls at work decorated my office, arranged a surprise morning tea (with cake!), a surprise lunch at one of my favourite restaurants with some of my favourite people, and a gorgeous card. They also arranged for a gift card to be delivered to my hotel room when we were in Sydney a couple of weeks ago, with the instructions that I was to indulge in cocktails (at Grain bar – in the lead up to my trip, I’d mentioned that I couldn’t wait to try the new bar at the Four Seasons). I received a lovely tea set from my two bosses – a lovely surprise as I’d been on the hunt for a tea set for a little while (which they didn’t know), but hadn’t managed to find one I liked – it is beautiful and exactly my style.

I received some very lovely cards, text messages and Facebook/Twitter/Instagram well wishes, as well as  some gorgeous flowers as the day went on. I have such amazing people in my life, and I feel so blessed. My grandfather is very sweet – he’s really looking forward to the wedding in November, and tells me every chance he gets…

Birthday II

Niece Posy excitedly sang me Happy Birthday – over the phone in the morning, and then at dinner in the evening, where she and Nephew Posy helped me blow out my birthday candles (more cake!). I owe my sister-in-law a new cake server… I somehow broke hers while I was cutting my cake, oops!

Birthday III

On Saturday night, Mr Posy is taking me out for dinner (we were supposed to go to dinner last Saturday, but I was unwell so had an early night). It will be my fourth birthday dinner (seriously, four dinners: Mum/brother/Mr Posy, in-laws/Mr Posy, Dad/brother/Mr Posy) – ‘spoilt’ doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Back in November, I had a slight breakdown when, for a moment, I forgot how old I was. I must have had a minor brain explosion, because for a minute or so there, I thought I was turning 27. You can possibly imagine the panic I experienced when I realised I was actually turning twenty-eight. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a problem with growing older, but I think my brain had a rough time processing this particular number, because I’ve not forgotten my age like this before. I had to remind myself a few more times in the weeks leading up to my birthday that I was turning 28, 28, 28… I think I’ve come to terms with it now, despite not much liking the even number (I love odd numbers).

Twenty-seven was a good year for me, but I’m sure twenty-eight will be even better.

The celebrations have been lovely, but I am thoroughly exhausted from the Festival of Miss Posy.

Cake

The Year the World Didn’t End: My 2012 Recap

If I could describe 2012 in one word, it would be … hectic.

Given I’m not one for stopping at just one word when describing something, I’d say it was also tiring. And demanding.

2012 may have been busy, but it was always pretty darn remarkable. I grew more than I realised possible in a very short timeframe – it was a year of pushing my boundaries and venturing outside my comfort zone.

Celebrations in Sydney

Sydney

We started 2012 with a trip to Sydney – to celebrate my Nan and Pop’s 50th wedding anniversary, and also for the baptism and 1st birthday of a dear friend’s very special little boy. We spent two weeks in Sydney in January, and had a glorious time. I wish I could bottle the love, laughter, warmth, excitement, and happiness that filled the rooms for each of the celebrations – it’s the stuff that makes your heart feel so full it might burst.

I wrote a 30 by 30 list

When I first started thinking about what I wanted to achieve over the next few years, I thought my list would be short – get married, move to Sydney, finish a half marathon. It wasn’t until I really started to think about it, and put pen to paper that I realised that my list was long. Very long. Much longer than what made the final cut, but I figure I can only achieve so much in the next few years. What comes after that, time will tell.

I chopped off my hair

It might not seem like a big deal, but for me, it was averybigdeal. I felt such an overwhelming sense of relief, and like I had just shed years and years of unwanted thoughts and emotion. It wasn’t just a hair cut, it was somewhat of a spiritual cleansing. Or an exorcism.

I took up a new sport

When a work colleague asked if I would join her beach volleyball team (indoor), with people that I didn’t know, my internal reaction was a resounding “hell no”.  The words that came out of my mouth were another story, however – “Sure! I’d love to!”. Funnily enough, I’ve had a lot of fun, and I’ve made new friends. I am not the most skillful player, but I am getting there. I can hit the ball, so I figure that’s a good start. It has also been strangely cathartic, belting that ball back over the net, particularly after a bad day in the office.

Another Sydney trip

From Nan's kitchen

June saw us take another trip to Sydney, and then down to the Sapphire Coast (it truly is God’s country), for another special occasion – my grandfather’s 80th birthday. It was so nice spending time with all my family, and for Mr Posy to visit my Nan and Pop’s house for the first time. It is the place that has always felt most like home. I could stare out Nan’s kitchen window all day.

Mr Posy

We also managed to squeeze in a brief stopover in Canberra – Mr Posy’s first trip to our nation’s capital.

More family festivities

Melbourne

This time, the celebrations were for Mr Posy’s family – we flew to Melbourne to celebrate Nephew Posy’s baptism (in the same church Niece Posy was baptised, and my brother-in-law was married).

I never really understood people who went on holidays with their family, but after all the family holidays we’ve had over the past couple of years, I finally get it.

We celebrated our ten year anniversary

Mr Posy and I celebrated a milestone anniversary this year – a decade together. Ten years! It really doesn’t feel like ten years. Gosh we’ve had some seriously amazing adventures together – I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us.

I finished studying

It was about bloody time. I’d had a semester off here and there (for Mum’s cancer etc), but it was still such a bloody long slog. Two degrees later, and I’m done. Only, I’m not – I’ve been browsing course catalogues, and it’s taking every ounce of rational thought that I have not to enrol in another course. At least, not just now. I’ll give myself a study break in 2013, but I can’t promise the same for 2014.

Work was crazy

No, really. It was C-R-A-Z-Y. Sometimes good-crazy and sometimes bad-crazy, but always one hell of a ride. I have grown and learnt a lot this year, and I’m very fortunate to work with such amazing people.

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Looking back, it is pretty clear that family and festivities were the overall themes for me in 2012. I am surrounded by such wonderful family and friends, both near and far, and I feel so blessed to be so lucky.

I was sad to see the end of 2012. There were days of pain and sadness, and days where tears were shed, but I wasn’t ready for this year to end – on the whole it was a good year. It was a huge year.

2013 will be another big year for Mr Posy and I, starting with a trip to Sydney later this month – for a special little boy’s 2nd birthday!

2012, it’s been grand. 2013, please be kind.

Birthday Hoopla

November through December is a very busy festive time in the Posy household. Along with the usual Christmas Eve / Christmas Day / New Year’s Eve celebrations, we have Mr Posy’s Name Day, Mr Posy’s brother’s Name Day, my father-in-law’s Name Day, Nephew Posy’s Name Day, Niece Posy’s Name Day, and Mr Posy’s birthday.

This week we celebrated Mr Posy’s birthday. With pizza. And chocolate cake. And hula-hooping. As you do on your thirty-fifth birthday!

Birthday Hoopla

Niece Posy was very insistent that she was helping her theios (uncle) blow out his birthday candles… and what a great helper she was, with Nephew Posy along for the ride. Birthdays are so much more fun with our niece and nephew.

Happy Birthday, Mr Posy!

Birthday card

Tenth Anniversary Tote

Mr Posy and I don’t really make a big deal over anniversaries; we exchange a card and maybe a token gift, and we’ll go out to dinner, but that’s usually the extent of it. I don’t think we’ve made a big to-do since our first or second anniversary… This year, however, I wanted to buy Mr Posy an extra special gift, for an extra special anniversary.

Whenever we go away on a holiday and while out shopping, at some point I will find Mr Posy perusing the Montblanc pens. Knowing that he would never buy himself such a pen, I did some searching online (remember, shopping in PosyTown is rather limited), and felt a little bit smug about my purchase. I then told Mr Posy that a token gift exchange again would be fine, and that I was happy and that I had everything I ever wanted.

He, of course, would have none of that, and, given he’s been so time-poor due to work lately, insisted that I send him links to gifts that I might like. After a lot of nagging, I compiled a list of links for items that I might like but probably wouldn’t buy myself, and sent my wishlist off to Mr Posy to choose from.

You could have knocked me over with a feather when he presented me with the box from Netaporter the morning of our anniversary.

I’d only sent him links to two items on Netaporter, and this gift was much too big to be shoes.

You didn’t

Netaporter box

You DID! 

Jimmy Choo Rania textured-leather tote

Super spoilt. Mr Posy bought me the Jimmy Choo Rania textured-leather tote.

Jimmy Choo - hardware, lining

The lining is incredibly soft (it is fully lined in camel suede). The tote has light-gold hardware, a detachable shoulder strap, and a central zipped compartment. There is also an internal pocket with a zip – I only wish it had another pocket or two!

This tote has become my new work bag, and I don’t think I’ll ever tire of it. I promised Mr Posy that I wouldn’t use it all the time, but I can’t help it – I love it.

Mr Posy’s reaction to his Montblanc pen was a little different to what I was expecting: “No! You didn’t! I can’t! SEND THIS BACK RIGHT NOW! IT’S AWESOME!” 

Uhhh, okay. He loves it so much he refuses to use it, instead insisting that it belongs in a glass box.

I on the other hand firmly believe that pretty things are for using, not sitting on a shelf to be used someday, much to Mr Posy’s dismay.

** This post is from back in August… I’m finally getting to my Drafts folder!

A moment in time

I’m currently drowning trying to keep my head above water in a sea of journal articles and assignments, but I couldn’t let the weekend pass by without a post to celebrate this milestone.

Yesterday marked the 10th anniversary for Mr Posy and I. We’ve been together for a decade. I can hardly believe it – time has passed by so quickly. It certainly doesn’t feel like ten years… this can only be a good thing.

We have had some amazing adventures together – holidays overseas, holidays interstate, a proposal, fancy functions, puppies, kittens, buying a house, family celebrations… We’ve had ups and we’ve had downs. Mr Posy has always shown me nothing but unwavering support – with my parents splitting, Mum’s cancer, new jobs, my university studies. Life is so much more enjoyable, and even the darkest moments are tolerable, knowing that the person that I love most is always by my side. We have so many laughs, and we have both grown so much. There are so many new adventures on the horizon for Mr Posy and I, and I absolutely cannot wait.

My favourite photo of us: Boxing Day 2007 – the day Mr Posy proposed.

It’s been one heck of a ride, and I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for us next.

2011 – A Year in Review

Much like 2010, for me 2011 was a year of growth.  There was change and heartache and uncertainty, but there was also much to celebrate.

When I was much younger, I always thought that life would be better, easier, when I was “older”. Then I got older and it wasn’t any easier – in fact it was harder – and I would tell myself that life would be better when [insert reason here]. Now I’ve realised that this is just life, and with the great losses also come great wins – that life is sometimes incredibly painful, but it can also be extraordinary.

This thing that I’m living, this is life.

And so I present my wrap-up of 2011 –

There were babies born

2011 was the year that some very special babes came into this world.

In January, a dear friend had a very special, brave little boy – a little boy that I am very much looking forward to meeting in a week.

In September, my lovely friend Little Miss Moi had her little Harrie – and just as I do her big sister, I completely adore her.

In October, I found myself with a nephew – a little brother for Niece Posy. Nephew Posy is the most handsome little man, and I am smitten.

Friends moved away, new friends were made, current friendships were strengthened

Living in PosyTown, people come and go frequently, and 2011 was no exception. We said goodbye to friends throughout the year, and while it was sad at the time, I know I will see them again – and I know that one day soon it will be our turn to move away. We made some wonderful new friends throughout the year, and I feel that current friendships (both near and far) have gone from strength to strength.

There were trips interstate

Mr Posy and I didn’t take a lot of time off in 2011, but we did manage to get down to Melbourne in March/April for Niece Posy’s baptism, and to Sydney in June so Mr Posy could attend a work conference, with a couple of extra days on the side to relax. Both trips, while short, were exactly what we needed to recharge our batteries.

The C-word, Part II

While 2010 was the year that we discovered my mum had breast cancer, 2011 was the year that we beat it with chemo. It is of course still early days, but the worst of the battle is over.

There were great achievements

After four years in my current workplace, in April I finally won a permanent position – the position that I had been “acting” in for nine months at the time. I have a terrific team, and together we had an incredibly successful work year – cyclones and all.

I completed a second triathlon (the same beginners triathlon that I completed in 2010) – but I managed to shave FIVE MINUTES off my previous time. I felt like I was going to die on the last leg of the run, but, somehow, I stumbled over the finish line.

Weddings were celebrated

My childhood best friend got married in August, and I had the honour of being her bridesmaid. The wedding was a beautiful affair, held on their family’s property.

I was also fortunate to watch another dear friend get married, in a gorgeous ceremony, with a fairytale reception outside under the stars.

A new addition

Always one with my feet firmly in the dog-loving-camp, nobody was more surprised than my cat-loving Mr Posy when I finally agreed to us getting a cat. PosyKitty arrived in July and wormed her way into my heart. She is truly the sweetest little thing, and Niece Posy is completely obsessed with her.

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2012 is already shaping up to be another big year. Mr Posy and I are heading down to Sydney this weekend – for a very special little boy’s baptism and 1st birthday, and to celebrate my Nan and Pop’s 50th wedding anniversary.

There are big things on the horizon for the Posy family this year, and I cannot wait.

Three

Today is PosyDog’s birthday. As the title would suggest, my furchild is three. Hiphiphooray!

Mr Posy’s work colleague told him we should just hurry up and have human children. I can’t imagine why.

PosyDog came into our lives at a very sad time. Our previous dog (an Australian Silky Terrier) had a penchant for frogs, and an even bigger weakness for toads. We thought after the first toad (and an emergency trip to the Vet), she’d have learnt her lesson, but months later she went back for a second cane toad, and she died in my arms. She was five. I was distraught. Heartbroken. I didn’t think anything would fill the void in my heart.

A few days later Mr Posy told me that he’d been in contact with breeders all over Australia, looking for a West Highland Terrier puppy (we wanted another Terrier, but not a silky – my girl was one of a kind) that was available then and there, and he’d done it – he’d found our new puppy. PosyDog (then, really, PosyPuppy) joined our family a week later. My heart still ached for my silky, but the puppy-cuddles helped.

PosyDog has had a rough three years. She wasn’t even six months old when she broke her leg and had surgery to have a pin inserted. Not long after her third cast was removed, her allergies started. She was allergic to herself. Her Vet tried pills and sprays and dietary changes, and when that didn’t help, they took blood to determine exactly what else she was allergic to (the list is a mile long), so that they could send away for allergy treatment. This meant injections every day, then every second day, then every third day and so on and so on, until we found ourselves finally at monthly visits for allergy needles – with the odd visit thrown in part way through the month for stomach problems, or ear infections. Surprisingly, she loves visiting the Vet.

She came to me at a time when I didn’t feel I could love another pet again. She wiggled her way into my heart. I can’t believe that today she is three. Happy Birthday, PosyDog – I love you.