Today I ate a croissant

Happy Bastille Day!

Bastille Day commemorates the 1790 Fête de la Fédération, held on the first anniversary of the storming of the Bastille on 14 July 1789; the anniversary of the storming of the Bastille fortress-prison was seen as a symbol of the uprising of the modern nation, and of the reconciliation of all the French inside the constitutional monarchy which preceded the First Republic, during the French Revolution. (Source: Wikipedia).

So this post is dedicated to all things French! <3

Source: According to nose

Source: Crimson-couture

Source: French moi

Source: House of Design and Style

Source: Reintroduction

Source: Space for inspiration

Source: Tour de Lizzy

Source: We love it

Source: YS Voice

Meninga calls for poisoning of league's rats

Below is the opinion piece written by Queensland coach Mal Meninga published in the Sunday Mail after his team secured their sixth successful series win last Wednesday night.

I agree with Mal and find it sad that despite how well the Maroons play, that NSW players (and their coaching staff and fans alike) always fail to recognise the skill of their opposition and show humility in defeat.

The same goes for their fans (sorry!) who don't care for the standout performances of individuals on both sides - it's just about the win for them and blaming the refs for bad calls. It's so pathetic!

Queensland's triumph a victory over the dirty rats of Origin - By Mal Meninga

ON Friday morning, I celebrated my 51st birthday at breakfast with a couple of friends at the cafe atop the Kangaroo Point cliffs in Brisbane.   

As we ate, I took in the panoramic view of Brisbane's central business district beneath a clear winter sky and saw a city that reflected the Queensland State of Origin team.

Looking across the river to the gleaming buildings of the CBD, it was easy to forget that not so long ago this was a city with a broken heart.

Back in January, that same picturesque river did its best to bring Brisbane to its knees, delivering devastating floods that swamped parts of the city and that added to the agony of Queenslanders across the state in a summer of disaster.

But on Friday, I saw a city and a state that have emerged from their darkest hours to once again stand proud and successful.

In each building, standing defiantly over the very river that tried to drown them, I saw the reflection of every player who has played for Queensland - especially the team this year in our toughest Origin campaign.

Like the city of Brisbane, the Queensland team have managed to restore their glory despite the almost irresistible surge of forces beyond their control, through the commitment and pride of their people.

Like the city, the team once again stands triumphant, their success hiding the filth and rats that continue to linger in the sewers and dark corners, and masking the scars left by the menace that tried to cut it down.

What the Maroons achieved on Wednesday night was about more than a sixth straight series win, or a fitting farewell for a champion in our captain Darren Lockyer.

It was a victory against the very rats and filth that tried to poison a monumental team with lies, personal attacks, arrogance and disrespect.

What the Queensland team has been able to achieve in the past six years has been truly remarkable, something never achieved before at State of Origin level.

The only other comparable era of success would be that enjoyed by the great St George team, which won 11 premierships between 1956 and 1966.

But although the tremendous achievements of the great Dragons team are quite rightly celebrated by the game, it frustrates me that the unequalled success of this Maroons team is not similarly embraced.

Like that St George team of years gone by, this Queensland team has transformed mere men into immortals, and footballers into young men their community can be proud of.

But rather than be a cause for celebration, the Queensland team this year found itself the victim of a smear campaign so malicious and orchestrated that it tainted the entire code of rugby league.

And it came from the enemy within the game itself.

They are the faceless men of influence who claim their agenda is to benefit the game. Really, their only agenda is to benefit themselves.

For them, what Queensland has achieved in the past six years is detrimental to the health of the game.
Rather than celebrating the positive, by marvelling at the skill and achievements of a very special rugby league team - as with St George - they focus on "destroying a dynasty".

Let me tell you this for a start: no one in the Queensland camp uses the word dynasty. Dynasties are about personal glory. We are not interested in dynasties, we are concerned with leaving a legacy.
Legacies are about leaving the game in a better position than it was before. That is our goal, our mantra.

Regardless, the powerbrokers in NSW set about trying to destroy the system, the very same system they themselves copied for their own benefit.

No matter that the television ratings were at a record high. No matter that all three games were sold out.

They are the ones who dragged the spotlight off the game on the field and on to the judiciary with the citing of Johnathan Thurston, and who found five weeks' worth of difference in the identical tackles of David Taylor and Akuila Uate.

They are the ones who criticise Queensland's two closed training sessions as a refusal to promote the game, yet give their blessing to the NSW decision not to name its team until an hour before kick-off - the first time in Origin history.

They are the ones who have the hide to label Queensland - a team built on the twin pillars of respect and humility - arrogant in victory and whingers in defeat, but offer nothing when their captain places the loss of the series at the feet of the referees, instead of acknowledging superior opponents.

For them, the self-appointed keepers of the game, rugby league's health depended on NSW winning this year. That is what made me and others targets of personal attacks this year, conceived by puppets and driven by smarter people with their own interests at heart.

When the attacks were directed at individuals, myself among them, my initial reaction was to treat it like water off a duck's back.

But it was only a day or so later that it dawned on me what the powerbrokers were trying to achieve.

Rather than trying to unsettle or stress the individuals, what they were trying to do was rot the systems we have put in place for success from the inside out by planting a seed of doubt in the minds of the players and staff. I was one they chose to attack in a sinister and malicious manoeuvre to remove me from my job. It was a disregard and disrespect of what I have worked so hard and so proudly to achieve in my career as a player, and now as a coach, by attacking my reputation, integrity, credibility and abilities, by branding me a dispensable commodity, an easily replaced cog in a machine they controlled.

My achievements were reduced to mere collateral damage, "for the good of the game", nothing more than a tactic from a desperate team trying to win a game of football.

What they were doing was attacking, and trying to destroy my employment in a job that I love.

During the first few days in camp, I asked Major General Mick Slater, the head of the Queensland Government's Flood Recovery Taskforce, to speak to the players. Mick is an impressive and genuine man, who personally saw the devastation caused around the state earlier this year, and comforted those left heartbroken when their world turned on them.

Mick talked to the players about Queenslanders dealing with hard times and overcoming adversity. He spoke about why winning means less than the effort you put in, and how you carry yourself; about being gracious in defeat and humble in success. The players hung on his every word.

The Queensland team didn't face a flood or a cyclone on Wednesday night, but in the week leading up to the game they faced the sinister elements of a game that should be sheltering them. It was personal. It was malicious, and it was disgraceful.

I know the people who were behind it. I know their personal agendas. Some of them I had considered friends. I know I will never forget what they did.

They are the rats who, rather than celebrating a remarkable football team, tried to drown it with a flood of lies, half-truths and propaganda.

I think if Mick Slater had sat with me at breakfast on Friday, and reflected on the fighting qualities of this state and its football team, he would have joined me in being a very proud man.

La Dolce Vita

Be happy - you're here and have so many blessings. Enjoy every moment of your life.

Some amazing photographs that really inspired me today - be happy everyone!

Put into words

This is a beautiful poem I found online that talks about losing someone you care about. I've struggled with loss in the past, and still do to this day. The words in this poem really resonated with me.

Never a Day

There is never a day, I open my eyes

That I do not think of you someway.

The simplest of things, can trigger a thought

Make me smile or a teardrop.

Each night I look to the sky

There is always one star brighter, that is you.

Life will never be the same without you

Without that hopeful thought, I may see you.

One thing I do know is that I love you

And will always be proud to be apart of you.

So for now its goodnight, not goodbye

I will see you again – I promise.

C. A. Dobinson

The Aromatherapy Co

My most recent store find is the range of The Aromatherapy Co products, which are bound to make you and your home smell divine!

I was in David Jones (in the cosmetics section) and found the products. They looked nice so I thought I'd try a couple out - I bought the Orange and Jasmine body wash and the room diffuser from the same range.

They smell so pretty!

The Orange and Jasmine range

They also have a Baroque range, which is for the home. I am keen to try these out once our home is built and I want to be rid of paint fumes!

So if you like nice smelly things go to their website and check out the full range. I can't wait to try out more products from this beautiful company (based in New Zealand).

The Aromatherapy Co - http://www.thearomatherapycompany.co.nz/products 

Change yourself, not others

I think that I am the kind of person who has a pretty open mind and generally speaking, I am pretty keen to try anything.

But I have an issue with people who look down upon you because you don’t share their beliefs or in their new found reason for living.

For instance, a friend who becomes a born-again Christian after making mistakes in life and then finding the church and the answers to all their problems. I am happy for you, but just because I don’t want to go on a church date with you doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends?!

Or the person who decides to give up alcohol forever and go to AA because they have seen the wrongs of their ways. They then lecture you about living soberly and how much better life is in general if you don’t drink. Hey buddy, I don’t have an alcohol problem – I respect you for getting help, but don’t judge me for not joining AA too!

Have you ever been in a situation like this? It’s really strange and I feel like it puts you in a position where your personal relationships with these people is changed and usually not for the better.  

Instead of people letting others ‘live and let live’ they want to push their new-found mantra on to people and then they react negatively if others don’t share in their enthusiasm. What sucks is that it is usually people that care about them that are the ones that get hurt.

It’s like a catch 22 – you are happy that your friend or loved one has found some clarity in life but you feel bad when you have to tell them that you don’t share that particular passion for whatever it is they are trying to achieve in life. It is your life after all, not theirs – why should you feel bad? I know it’s about preservation of a personal relationship but it’s almost like you have to approach situations like this in the most delicate of ways.

Like explaining to a child for the first time why their pet goldfish is bobbing motionless upside down in its water bowl.

Everyone is different after all and has their own opinions and beliefs. I am happy for friends and family that try new things and find themselves living better than they have their whole life. But please don’t be upset with me if your new commitment to something that means the world to you, doesn’t mean the world to me too.

What is worse when people become extremely arrogant and act like they are above everyone else given their new ‘worldly’ outlook and treat everyone else as though they are close-minded and ignorant.

A friend of mine who recently told a group of us that we were pretty much stupid for having mortgages and getting married after he pissed off overseas to quote “get rich and become a CEO” sheepishly emailed us with his tail between his legs and apologised for his cutting remarks. Just because we don’t all want to be big-shot business executives doesn’t mean we are lesser human beings.

I guess that I just want to say to all my friends and family members that I’ll still love you even if you do become obsessed with some weird cult or believe that we should all be embracing public nudity or even if you think the national anthem should be replaced with Beyonce’s Single Ladies. Just don't expect me to embrace it whole-heartedly.

Say it with stickers

This is something I’ve wanted to blog about for a while now.

My Family car stickers.

There seems to be a changing trend (you might call it) from the traditional Bad Girl, Magic Happens and frangipani flower car stickers that had previously adorned the back window of many a car, to groupings of ‘My Family’ stickers.



An example of the 'My Family' stickers



I am not someone who has stuck stickers on my cars to make a statement about personal preferences or to say something about the kind of person I am. I don’t like to stick things on anything for that matter!

I am sure you have all seen the My Family stickers I am referring to – little figurines representing husbands, wives, children, grandparents and even pets and they are usually lined up on the bottom LH corner of the back window of a car ranging from tallest person in the family, to smallest *usually the pet goldfish appears at the end.

I totally get that you love your family, but it seems that some people are really trying to outdo others in the family sticker stakes. For instance, one morning on my commute to the office, I saw a 4WD with little figures depicting family members covering two lengths of the car’s back window… does this person actually have alllll those people in their immediate family? Or are they just taking the piss?

I really have to give it to some people who just put one little lonesome figure on their window suggesting that they are single or just happy on their own, like the man who put a sticker representing himself holding a fishing rod, or the woman holding a shopping bag.

Last week when my brother and I were on our way to pick up lunch, we saw a ute with a young guy behind the wheel and the sticker on his car really told everyone what he thought about the whole My Family sticker fad.

The sticker that appeared on his back car window was that of a family of four with a noose around each of their necks and a little sentence appearing above them 'F*$k your family!' emblazoned above them (see below pic). Way to take things to extreme mate (although we did have a little giggle after seeing it).

The car sticker that we saw on the back of a ute on the Gold Coast last week

I don’t think the minute we have a baby that I’ll be rushing out to order a little mummy, daddy and baby sticker for my car. They are kind of cute, but given that every second car on the Gold Coast seems to have them it’s becoming a bit of a joke.

Just saying!