Census Day

This is turning out to be quite a day!  British Summer Time has officially begun, (I lost an hours sleep somewhere in the wee small hours), it's census day, and I got to have a lovely chat with you this morning!  It's always lovely to hear your voice and you got my day off to a fabulous start, thank you.

I posted my census return on Friday, the idea is to collect data for today and so you're to complete the form as close to today as possible, I knew where I would be and who would be residing here tonight and so mine was done, dusted and in the post.  It's so important to complete the census, having poured over census returns for years trying to investigate the family tree, I wondered if someone would be looking for me one hundred and one years from now.  The untraceable Mark Birch, (he's been dead for nearly one hundred years so I don't think he'll mind a mention,) is my Great-Grandfather on my maternal side...allegedly, and he is the most infuriating man I've never met.  I love a good puzzle, a mystery, doing a bit of digging, but it's only fun for so long without actually unearthing some answers and results.  Did he actually marry?  Did he marry twice?  Why can't I find him on most of the census' taken during his lifetime?  Where did he live?  Where was he born?  How did he meet my Great-Grandmother?  Was my Great-Grandmother part French or is that just family folklore?  So many questions, so many deceased ancestors who are being no use whatsoever.

Then there's Nanna's brother.  Not even certain of his name but we think; Frederick.  The story goes that he was in a children's home then shipped off to some far off land, (possibly Canada.)  I could have a whole other branch of the family somewhere waiting to share all the missing pieces of the puzzle.  Nanna and Grandad did put an advert in the newspaper to try to trace him but alas, no leads, just another mystery.

It's another cloudy day here, blanket pale greyness to be exact.  I leafed through an old edition of Elle while I blasted the head dry, I say old, it was November 2010 so it will probably reach your shores in another 8 months time...maybe longer.  I found a lipstick in my drawer which I'm wearing as we speak.  It's old but doesn't smell funny so I think it's okay.  If I say; ankle length, pleated polyester skirt in corporate colours, you'll have an idea of which era we're talking about without you having to get it carbon dated.  It's Maybelline 101, (Cherry Shimmer,) and I don't think they make it anymore.  It was one of my favourites of the time because it stained your lips for hours which was useful in work when we couldn't even move to tinkle let alone reapply lipstick...happy days.

Hope you found the link to the 30 Day Shred, I haven't done it again since my last attempt, I'm pretty sure Jillian means for you to do the workout every day for 30 days rather than once every 30 days, it's on my to-do list.

You also need to look for Suzanne Bowen who does a "belly blitz" for killer abs and yes, mine are killing me and I only did about three minutes of it!  Maybe I could be a professional reviewer of home workouts?

Did you know that a woman's resting heart rate should be under 84 beats per minute?  A woman with a resting heart rate higher than 90 beats per minute is three times more likely to suffer from heart disease than a woman with a resting heart rate of 60?  Regular aerobic exercise , staying at a healthy weight and relieving stress are all ways to lower blood pressure. (http://www.glamour.com/.)

And so, rumour has it that my beloved Bondi Rescue is to be no more after this season.  This "reality" show is so much more than that, it restored my faith in human kind, made me realise how tightly wound and impatient we are over here, inspired me to start running, lose weight and even made me laugh.  Heroes come in all guises, firemen, nurses, careworkers, where would we be without them?  When the cameras stop rolling, they'll still be there saving lives and changing peoples' destiny... amazing. 

http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/bondi-rescue-boys-save-two-year-old-girl-and-dad-at-bronte-beach/story-e6freuy9-1226028021682

I am not a Gleek, I've never seen a whole episode of Glee, is it wrong I have a thing for Mr Schuester?

It's almost time to go, I've just had a good catch up with Carol, it's starting to get busier in here now and so I'm off to recycle and save planet Earth, one milk carton at a time.