Fluoro fetish

by Cellobella on Saturday, July 19, 2014 · 1 comment

It all started back in summer when I noticed a fellow at our rowing club in a fluoro shirt.

Hard to miss him actually.

fluoro

We could see him clear across the river.

In summer there are a lot of boats on the river and when you’re in a single you’re hard to see.  So we thought… why don’t we make a zootie with a fluoro top.

As you do.

So we did.

Well we got it made and as we swanned around the club in our new fluoro zooties more and more people followed suit (zoot).

So then we thought… fluoro beanies.

And then I went to a fluoro themed party…

Fluoro Party

And then I thought well to get a bit of extra bit of fitness I’d try and ride to work once a week = more fluoro.

Now I own a lot of it:

  • Zootie
  • Beanie
  • Shell
  • Raincoat
  • 2 vests
  • Turtle shell
  • shin guards
  • socks
  • cap
  • tech shirt
  • hair bands
  • sports bra
  • kit bag

I just see fluoro and immediately think I have to buy it.

I suspect I may have to exercise some self restraint.

Maybe.

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The death of blogging?

by Cellobella on Wednesday, July 16, 2014 · 6 comments

My hair has grown, I have new glasses.  Yep it really has been a while since we chatted.

this is me

Back in 2007/8 I was a daily blogger. No detail of my life too boring or mundane to inflict upon the world… and you dear reader.

My opinion on who should go in Big Brother.  Things seen on walks around the burb.  Book reviews.   Random comments.

Sometimes there were photos, sometimes there were not.

But there ALWAYS was something.

Then Facebook happened.

Yes of course I blame Facebook.  Is that lame?

All those little things that caught my eye are now on my FB profile.

The photos so easy to upload.

I can share the bits I want to with the people I want to and they don’t have to come searching for it.

All the comments.  All the likes!

It’s… seductive.

So my blog has been neglected.

Reserved for the important things.  Things that are worthy of more than a sentence, a photo.  Which means… nothing gets posted at all.

And yet.

And yet I see others still blog.  Where’s My Glow?  Karen Cheng.  The Food Pornographer.

What’s their secret?  Are their lives so much more interesting than mine?  Is it having a theme?

My life is all eat, sleep, row, repeat.

Well that and work.

I feel like I’m boring you when I write about it.

And now here comes the epiphany:  In 2007/8 when had enough material to blog everyday, I was doing practically the same as I am today.  (just replace rowing with bridge)

I didn’t go on particularly interesting trips.  I didn’t have so many more fascinating encounters.  I wasn’t any more interesting than I am now.

So… it must be Facebook.

Has social media killed the blogging star?

 

(obviously I’m not referring to myself as a star… simply referencing that old Buggles tune)

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Toothpaste tale

by Cellobella on Wednesday, February 19, 2014 · 1 comment

toothpaste aisle in the supermarket

Today the question was asked of our group… how many brands of toothpaste can you name?

I managed 5… colgate, macleans, crest, oral-b and (this was a struggle despite the fact it’s the one I actually use!!!) sensodyne.

Apparently there are over 30 brands available in Australia.

Today picking up a few items at my local supermarket I thought I’d see how many were available.

Not over 30.

Not really surprising… you know how those big supermarkets limit your brand choice!

So here they are… colgate, macleans, oral-b, sensodyne, pro-namel (a sensodyne sub-brand), cedal, red seal, grants, white glo, pearl drops, store brand.

Still that’s 11.  And that doesn’t include crest.

12.

And there are a few sub-brands that we could include but those big brands (you know the ones) get enough airplay.

So if you’re ever asked the question… now you know.

Latest rowing gopro video

by Cellobella on Wednesday, February 19, 2014

This one is just me playing with different stuff and annoying my fellow rowers.

You know, holding the camera over the side, holding it in different positions, strapping it to an oar.

As you do…

playing with angles from Sarah Knight on Vimeo.

I now have a new mount – the flex clamp – can’t wait to play with that!

The GoPro obsession

by Cellobella on Thursday, February 13, 2014

First of all… hello! Long time no see. But you see I just paid for the next two years hosting so I may as well make the most of it and bloody write something.

What’s changed since we last chatted…

herb gardenWell the herbs have got bigger. I’ve eaten lots of them. Not sure anyone else is picking them… but they are still welcome to.

It’s been a long hot summer and the garden is suffering for it.

And I have a new toy which I am obsessed with.

I have a GoPro Hero 3+ and so far have the following accessories:

  • chest harness
  • floaty back
  • head strap
  • homemade cap mount
  • extra batteries, charger and car charger
  • vented helmet strap (this was a mistake)
  • extra bolts
  • frame
  • tripod mount
  • flex jaws clamp (still to arrive)

Do I need all those things… yikes!

My old laptop is struggling to cope with the videos so my son is cobbling together a more powerful computer and my dad is making a case for it.

This has become a very expensive toy.

But I’m having fun with it.

The Goose Saturday from Sarah Knight on Vimeo.

Friday in The Goose from Sarah Knight on Vimeo.

Rowing on the Swan with my GoPro from Sarah Knight on Vimeo.

Neighbourhood herbs

by Cellobella on Monday, November 18, 2013

my Streetside herbs

Inspired by The Main Ingredient and a group called Herbshare this weekend I planted out some herbs in my front garden.

I rarely use all the herbs I buy in the supermarket. Most times you only need a bit of thyme or basil or parsley and the rest wilts and goes slimy in the fridge.

At least it does in my fridge.

The Herbshare idea is that you plant your herbs in your front gardens accessible from the street.

Then you plot your herbs on a map so that your neighbours know what you’ve got.

So that when they need that bit of coriander, or basil, or mint they can just pop across the road and pick a bit from your garden. Only taking what they need.

I love this idea.

My plan (as we don’t have HS over here in WA yet) is to establish my herbs, then pop a note into my neighbours letter boxes inviting them to take some herbs whenever they need to.

I’m already taking the odd bay leaf from my neighbours tree over the road, and the limes that I can reach from next door… so it all works out in the wash.

I just hope the wretched things grow!

If you live near me I’ve planted thyme, sage, mint, rocket, basil, coriander, dill, and parsley.

As insurance I also planted out the rest in my fishpond. As you do.

My fishpond herb garden

Actually I was quite excited.

I bought some potting mix and manure to top up the pond and when I dug it in discovered a rich black composty soil below.

This year when I weeded the verge I chucked it in the fishpond. A couple of months later after quite a bit of rain and some hot days and it is perfect herb growing soil.

What a bonus! Really must make a note to do it again.

In other news, the girl is off to India and the boy is coming home again.

And yes, I’m still rowing.

No, I’m just fat.

by Cellobella on Tuesday, September 3, 2013

phone 768

I am very happy.

The other day I did WHAT NO-ONE SHOULD DO EVER DO – I asked someone if she was pregnant.

Idiot!

And how BAD did I feel when she said “No I’m just fat.”

I slunk away and banged my head against a wall.

I should know better.

This is a basic rule that everyone knows.

But today I found out that she IS pregnant after all.

She was just waiting until the magical 3 months before confirming it.

Fair enough.

And I feel better now.

But still… lesson has been learned – do not ever ask if a woman is pregnant.

Note: This photo is of me playing at being “Assembly Point Marshall” at a recent emergency drill.

No I’m not pregnant.

How beautiful is my baby

by Cellobella on Sunday, September 1, 2013

dippity is beautiful

Off to her year 11 Dinner Dance.

Gorgeous.

Amazing how being old changes things

by Cellobella on Sunday, September 1, 2013

Pub Crawl

Take this weekend for instance.

Friday night, went out with friends from Groover’s work for a 30th birthday party pub crawl.

It was REALLY well organised.

There was party bingo, party poker. Each pub/venue we went to had an area reserved for us. Food… drinks… kareoke.

And we had a great time, getting home around 1.30am.

Slept well, but awoke feeling a little dodgy.

Got up to go the boatclub around 7am.

Played bridge in the afternoon.

And that was me done.

Exhausted.

Managed to stay awake for an episode of Breaking Bad but was asleep by 9.15. Fast asleep. On a Saturday night.

Now in the olden days, I wouldn’t have broken stride.

I am turning into an old person that gets up early (that actually enjoys getting up early) and crashes before Lateline.

When did that happen?

Obsessed

by Cellobella on Thursday, August 15, 2013

I fear I have become boring.

Really boring.

Apart from Groover who is not backward in coming forward with jokes about how long it’s taken me to bring up the ‘R’ word, most people humour me and to them especially I apologise.

It’s just that… I think I might be in love… with rowing.

That’s a bit sad no?

Well of course it’s not just rowing.

I love being part of a sporting club, wearing the ugly uniform, hanging out with people who don’t think I’m weird for getting up at 5am in the middle of winter to get wet on the river.

I love the kit… the cute light for the bow, the special waterproof socks (hopefully to arrive any day now), the thermals, the custom made zootie I wear at training, the polo fleece headband, the videos on good technique…

I like the feeling of getting fit – of not needed to reach for a puffer at the end of a race.  Of feeling the oar grip the full length of the stroke (doesn’t happen that often).

I love the coaching tips – really the first time I’ve been coached since I did ballet in my pre-teen days.

Sure.  It might wane.

With my record…. will wane.*

The honeymoon will soon be over.

Until then, I apologise.

I will try not to bore you with rowing tales.

And family – thank you for your patience.

In the meantime – funzies with imovie trailers:

And this is one of my races… turn your volume down!

*Exhibit A