Flashback

Today I was just thinking:

I married Phil. 

I'm married.

I live in Australia. 

Whoa.

Remember that one day, back when we were babies...

ok ok. I was the babe.  He was the hunk.

Anyway-back then, we hung out.

At the koala park.

In Australia.

Then we grew up.

And went on a datey-date-date.

In America.

The we really grew up and fell in love.

Whoa.

Phil Bennallack.

Who knew?

Then we grew babies of our own!

Awwwwe...looks just like dad.  Ha!

But for now...I think we'll go back to the 70's.

And rock it til we drop.

Cuz that's what we do.

And that was today's flashback.

Blech

3 am.

Woken up from sleeping.

Watching Glee....why?

Crying baby? : Negative (don't have one. not possible)

Loud noise outside? : Negative

Phil snoring? : Negative

..................................................

Mosquitoes? : YES!

Okay.  Not like physical mosquitoes, but I was feeling the effects of those darn things!

We went on a picnic with our friends on Monday night and what do I come home to?

7.

That's right. 7 mosquito bites from the knee down.

3 on the ankles/heels.

Why?

:(

Phil doesn't have a single one.  Blech.

I know that I'm super allergic, like more than normal

but this was crazy.  Like I couldn't get back to sleep crazy.

So good thing that Phil couldn't sleep either...

(possibly thanks to his zero bites?  Unlikely)

...and good thing that we have Foxtel.  

(like TV-o for you Americans)

So this morning from 3am - 4am, we watched Glee.

And then once my legs were numbed from ice, 

we got some rest until work time.

Oh I'm just so lucky to be so sweet that the bugs love me.

What a blessing.

Blessing for the darn bugs.

That's my vent for the day.

3 am!

Laaaaa-ife

This is my Toblerone.  

He's bigger than me...or my head.

Not everything is bigger in America.

Life is just dandy here at the Bennallacks.

We had a quiet weekend, after our partying one last weekend.

Party hearty!

Quiet weekends are super.

Specially when it's quiet.

Yes.

On another note, Phil and I recreated Cafe Rio in our own little abode just recently.

A tortilla, heaped with perfect bbq pork, cilantro & lime rice, lettuce, cheese, black beans and tomatoes.  

Plus some legit American ranch just to top it off.

Just tell me that your mouth isn't watering right now.

That satisfied my need for 'American' Mexican food.

And it lasted for ages. 

Yum.

Funny how I've had fantasies about food.

Come on Kaylee, it's food.

But really- Phil and I both do it.

Pizza Factory, Wingers, Cafe Rio, Zupas...

oh pahleease!

And now for the finale. 

Please watch this.

And be amazed and cringe and forget to breathe all at the same time.

Do it.

Another

g'day.

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Lucky 100

Post numba 100.

Word.

Today I sat in my car during lunch.

Yes, I eat lunch in my car.  Judge me.

I love it.  

It's my 'me' time.  

In the car.

So just me and my PB&J and I'm thinking, 

I'm Lucky.

Job Joys

A job has to be somewhat enjoyable and fulfilling for the worker right?

I'd say.

Or what else would motivate me to hustle out of my bed in the early A.M. each morning?

Money?

Boredom?

Perhaps, but actually- I really really like my job.

It's true.

I have to give credit to my customers though.  The callers that make it all possible.  That make me smile everyday with their crazy phone calls.

Example... 

me: "Good morning, Church Offices."

caller: "Who am I speaking with?"

me: "Kaylee Bennallack"

caller: "Oh well I just want you to know that I'd like to renounce my faith in God and that the DEVIL SHALL RISE AGAIN."

me: "Great.  Thank you.  Bye."

Oh geez, how can you not chuckle?  

Who even knows why this bloke needed to inform me of such things.

Thanks.

Although, not all calls are laughable...like the continuous people who refuse to press the correct menu button and come through to me.

News flash: I'll just put you through to the same place that pushing a button would get you.  

This way you just get to hear my lovely voice.  

Oh, that's what you wanted?  

Well ok then.  

Done.

I have learned my lesson with phone menus.  Listen to the options and then and only then if you still don't know which one to push, then choose the operator.

Love it.

Or maybe I love my job because in training last week we got paid to make movies.

And not informational movies, mind you...okay maybe they were supposed to be, but they didn't end up that way.

Picture co-workers,

in ridiculous wigs and costumes,

given two hours and a camera,

with 3 random items and a saying that must be included in our "movie".

Ready, GO!

Yup, that was my Thursday afternoon.

Love it.

Love my job.

Love you too.

Bubble

I am Glinda.

Did you know?

No, I do not have a million pairs of shoes, sing beautifully or have green friends,

but!

I do travel by bubble.

Haha, that would be cool if my bubble floated like hers.

Mine is a more, er, practical adaptation.

Meet Mrs. Bubble Car

Zoom!

Doesn't it just look like a little tiny bubble car?

Let me tell you, it feels like a little tiny bubble car when you drive it!

I feel like I could just pick it up and drive it all over the couch and pretend we're in treachorus mountains like the days of my youth.

Yes folks-that is what we're driving for the next week due to a leetle fender bender a few months back.

I feel like I'm driving a toy car. 

But I fit in it.  

How snazzy.

So next time you accidentally step on a kid's toy car,

think of me. In my bubble toy car.

Zoom!