So you’ve adopted a man child. 

25 Apr

Three weeks married this weekend. How is going I hear you ask? Well he’s not dead so I’d say it’s been very successful. Has life changed? Yes i am now the proud owner of a man child. 

So this week Mark had to have an operation for a hernia and thankfully it went fine. However I was not prepared for the aftermath. It suddenly hit me as I sat by his bed holding his cup so he could drink through the straw, this man child was going to be difficult. At first it was funny, he would nod off, wake up and repeat the same story but then he uttered a sentence and I knew he was in a serious dose of man misery ” have you ever seen me look so vulnerable”.  I just looked at him and tried to reassure him it would all be fine. Or maybe I was trying to reassure myself.

After another little nano nap he decided he needed the loo. The effort of getting up and moving, he clung to the drip stand and shuffled his way along wearing his gown and knee high white circulation socks. ( I made sure the gown was sealed tight, protect what little dignity he had left). 

I left him sleeping and went off to enjoy dinner and catch up some TV. The following day he was ready to come home. This is when the characteristics of man child were fully on display. Phrases such as oh only if it’s not too much trouble for you or oh no don’t worry about I can manage it ( struggles to get out of bed) or your great aren’t you, the best wife ever. 

Thankfully this man child phase is just a symptom of his surgery and my fully functioning other half should resume his husband position shortly. If not I will be advertising on gumtree, all offers considered 😝



I now pronounce you husband and wife. 

25 Apr

So I often hear of girls saying they have been dreaming of their wedding day since they were small. I was never one of those girls and the thoughts of everyone staring at me made me feel ill. I’ve never been one for attention, sure i cry when people sing happy birthday to me. 

Planning a wedding from overseas was never going to be easy and the more we thought about it the more we realised it was going to be impossible. The time difference, suit fittings, food tasting and more importantly the currency conversion we were making a massive loss from dollar to euro. So why not get married abroad we thought and put the plans into action. We never wanted a big wedding and kept everything very quiet. In the lead up to the big day it was kept secret between us and our families. A lot of people asked would we liked to have family there and the answer is of course but we would never expect them to fly out here and it was far too expensive for us to come home and get married. We have booked flights for August and will celebrate when we are home but the flights alone cost us $4000. We spent less then that on the entire wedding.

Planning the wedding was pretty casual and I can honestly say thank god for Mark because he did most of the sourcing and corresponding. I ordered my dress online for approx $100 and by the time we got married I needed it taken in a bit cause I had lost some weight. I was determined to wear pink shoes. It was my stamp on the day.

 All we needed was a venue, a celebrant and a photographer once we had those we were sorted. Everything else pretty much fell into place. We had originally opted for a beach wedding but decided against it. Too windy, too busy and my biggest fear seagulls. So we opted for Mt Tamborine botanical gardens.

When we visited the gardens we knew straight away this was the place for us.  We confirmed the date with the celebrant and the photographer and we were set. 

Like anyone who has an event planned we became obsessed with the weather. Australia’s weather is insane you can have great weather for weeks and weeks and boom you plan something the weather changes. All week leading up to the Saturday it rained. I was devestated. The Friday night it poured down. We went to bed and just prayed it would be ok tomorrow. 

My hair and make up artist Helena arrived at 6.30am and we were off. Half way though my hair I sat there stuffing my face with a bacon sandwich and tea. You can take the girl outta Dublin but you can’t take Dublin outta the girl. 😝

By 1pm we were done and it was time to put my dress on. I felt sick, what if it didn’t fit, what if I didn’t like it. Thankfully as soon as I put it on I loved it and the hair and make up looked amazing with it. 

We made our way to the gardens and I flicked Mark a quick text to make sure he was there. One word text back. . . Yup. When I arrived the photographer was there and we took some pictures. As I made my way over the bridge I saw Mark and burst into tears. Val was telling me to stop crying cause I was going to ruin my make up but once the tears started they did not want to let up. Thankfully the rain kept off for the entire afternoon. Someone was watching over us. 

The Ceremony lasted about 10 minutes and before I knew it we are declared husband and wife. That was it, all done. I don’t think in the 5 years I have known Mark I have ever seen him so nervous. I thought he was going to pass out. 





We had about an hour of photographs and then went for a meal in a Greek restaurant. It was the running joke of the evening, Irish wedding in Australia eating in a Greek restaurant. There were only 7 of us there but it was a perfect day 😀. 


Generation Emigration

4 Oct

So every now and again an article will crop up regarding the emigration levels from Ireland. However this time the article suggested ways to encourage us home. But what if we don’t want to come home?


Now don’t get me wrong everyday i miss my family and friends and Mark is the same and sometimes we wonder what our life would be like if we had of stayed. But we didn’t stay and we have achieved so much in the last couple of years. When we had our apartment back in Dublin we lived every month to a strict budget and after all the bills, rent and ludicrous taxes had been deducted from our wages we were lucky to be able to have a night out. Most nights were spent in the apartment. We loved that apartment and it devastated us to give it back when Mark lost his job but this was the recession kicking us big time.

We went through all our options and decided that moving away was the best one for us, and it was not an easy decision to make. I still remember saying goodbye at the airport and how much it hurt.

The article suggests giving Irish people a loan to come home so they can book tickets etc. Thank you but no thank you I will not step foot into the country already owing a debt to that shower of cowboys that lead the country. Yes the country we moved to has a higher cost of living but the quality of life is something else. For once my health is amazing and i put that down to the life I’m living out here.

But what’s the number one thing that makes this all worthwhile? Savings! Ladies and gentlemen, after bills rent and general living expenses we have money is savings. This is something that we have never had before and to be honest it feels pretty great.

While I do miss home we have to make decisions that make us happy and are right for us. No looking back now only forward and into the sunshine ☀️😊


Mental health. . . Know your own mind

28 May

So some people may know that in my personal life I’ve been going through a bad time lately and some people are probably thinking god we never knew, and that’s no surprise over the years I have become very good at hiding my emotions. I’m constantly the one cracking jokes, laughing and generally happy. So what happens when one day you wake up and you just can’t be that person anymore.
At first it started off with not sleeping, then it went to over sleeping and constantly wanting to sleep, then the binge eating came followed by not wanting to eat at all.
All of that could be confined to my house but what do you do when it spills into your work life. You pray and hope that no one asks you what’s wrong. But for me that’s exactly what happened and open went the flood gates.
For me I couldn’t understand what caused this reaction but once I started I couldn’t stop. I left work and went straight to the doctors. I was a ticking time bomb on the bus home. A sad song would threaten to set me off, people smiling at me prompted a whimper. At this point I thought I was going crazy. The sooner I got to the docs the better.
I walked into the doctors room and just cried I talked through my symptoms and she knew straight away that i had anxiety caused depression. A mild dose of anti depressants would help along with some counselling.
At first I was embarrassed, how was I going to explain this to people. All I could think was that they’ll say I can’t keep it together.
It made me question why there is still a stigma around mental health. After a very long talk with my aunt last night we came to the conclusion that it’s all about perception. It’s all about what you think people are thinking and 99% of the time you are wrong.
After a long chat I realised it’s nothing to be ashamed about. It’s something that I’m suffering with but by acknowledging that there was something wrong means I will get the help and support I need.
Some people might question why I decided to share this but I feel that once it’s out there it takes away from the fear of people finding out.
Remember there is no shame in speaking out about mental health xo


Wow that’s been one hell of a year.

28 Dec

Wow that’s been one hell of a year..

Wow that’s been one hell of a year.

28 Dec

Hard to believe we’re in Australia a year. And what a year it has been and to be honest when I wasn’t knocking myself out, tripping over myself and falling it’s been quiet an enjoyable year. It’s amazing how much has actually happened this year. Considering we weren’t actually meant to stay we haven’t done to badly. Surprisingly in that year we’ve only been to A&E twice- great success ( and I know what your thinking both were for me, well your wrong we had one trip each 😝)
While I sit here nursing my sunburn ( I’ll learn one day) I think back to 6 months ago to when Mark signed his contract and was sponsored for 4 years and all I could think was oh s***t now I’m gonna have to get a job, I joke but the early mornings were a killer.

Shortly after that we got our first house and I discovered the joys of Kmart. You know you have issues when you have three trolleys and only two people to push them.
Everything started falling into place and all that was left was for me to get a job. I could see Mark getting anxious. He never wanted to ask how the job hunt was going but I could hear him praying at night that I would find work. He even make charitable donations when something went our way.
Finally I got a job and I love it. I have made some great friends and they make it that little bit easier being away from home.

27/09/13 will be a day I’ll never forget. I remember walking in the door to 96 burning t-lights and thinking Jesus that’s some fire hazard as the door blew in a gust of wind, and at the top of the room knelt a very sweaty and frightened looking Mark. Of course I said yes and we’re still engaged- go us!!

So we’ve just had our first Christmas and it was different to say the least but it is what you make it.

We celebrated with family and friends and it was very enjoyable. Hot but enjoyable.

So now we’ll make the most of last few days in 2013 and look forward to welcoming 2014 which will bring visits from the families. The countdown has begun, from the pool, in the sun of course 😊☀️

Wishing you all an amazing new year xox

Christmas away from home. . Well this is going to be more difficult then I thought.

5 Dec

I love Christmas. I don’t know why but I love decorating the tree buying gifts for people and I love wrapping them. I normally end up wrapping the family’s gifts. This Christmas is my first one away from home and it’s weird. The hardest part is getting used to the weather. Normally we have the fire lit and it’s cold. This year we were in flip flops and had the aircon going.

Last Sunday we watched the late late toy show. Mark absolutely loves the show, I find it quite painful to watch. After that we agreed to put the tree up and listen to Xmas fm. I don’t know what came over me but all of a sudden I was crying my eyes out and refusing to put the tree up. I can only imagine what poor mark thought looking at me crying my eyes out hanging baubles on the Christmas tree.
Christmas was never a huge event in our house but I loved it because we were all at home. I think this is the first year I haven’t looked forward to Christmas, I’ll miss seeing the mountain of gifts for my nephew piled high and watching him rip through them like a maniac.
However the one thing I am looking forward to this year is the fact that this will be mine and marks first Christmas living together.

He enjoyed putting the tree together and took decorating it very seriously. It’s hard to believe we’re gone almost a year now, so we’ll make the most of an Aussie Xmas and who knows where we’ll be this time next year