Oh my god this product is amazing, it'll make you look JUST like a cover girl! (Disclaimer: years of therapy sold separately)

I am about to annihilate a small investment I have, in order to pay off my credit card debt so I don't get mired in interest over the next few months.

This is important for two reasons:

1. I think my fiscal responsibility deserves public scorn so that it doesn't happen again. 
2. I can't believe I'm actually using words like 'credit card', 'investment', 'debt' and 'interest' all in one sentence. Does this mean I am officially an adult?

ARGH!

In what was a strong contender for Jade's Most Humiliating Moment of 2012, I split the seams on my jeans this morning.

You know when you've just washed them, and the denim is all stiff and unyielding, and you have to do that weird dance to get into them that looks like you're one of the failed auditions from So You Think You Can Dance? – it's kind of like hop hop hop, plié, plié, plié, do the twist a little, kick your feet out country-style, and then hop a bit more? It's like the Special K ad, only you don't have abs of steel and you're a lot less graceful.

It looks nothing like this.

Well, somewhere around the third grand plié I think, the seams started to come apart a little. It's not hugely noticeable but I know.

I'm trying to convince myself that my jeans shrank either in the wash or while I was drying them hurriedly this morning with my hair dryer, but the sad truth may be that I've actually just become gargantuan over the past few weeks, and there's only so much give you can ask of a pair of Levi's.

The bleakest part is, I now have to go hunting for another perfect pair, which is demoralising both because the search is so very long and arduous, and because I have about 50c to my name.

Put foot, baby!

Had our first official team meeting last night for Put Foot Rally 2013.

I am so excited about this event, I had butterflies in my tummy last night, despite the fact that the little countdown on the rally website informs me we still have 259 days to go.

So far, we have our team name and not much else, but if the discussions over beer and nachos last night are anything to go by, it's going to be one amazing trip. Mostly because when you're the youngest person at a table by at least five years, and you're not the only person laughing when someone says 'penetrate', then you know you're in good company.

On the downside, my teammates have taken the decision not to allow me to drive, despite the fact it's been four years since I last rolled a car in an African country. Hmmpf. 

For those of you who are completely lost, kindly head over to www.putfootrally.com and educate yourself.

I'm just going to go ahead and say it

I cannot believe that we are officially nearing the end of 2012.

Three months to go until the new year, three months into which I can't even imagine squeezing all the things I still need to do.

And yet, despite how busy the next 12 weeks or so are going to be, I'm feeling relieved we've hit the final slide. I won't be sorry to see the end of 2012. Sure, there have been some amazing times, but mostly what I'll remember about his year is spending far too much time at my desk, feeling stressed out and chasing deadlines every five minutes or so.

I feel like I need to do something about the whole situation. Sure October to December is, if anything, the busiest time of our work year (which doesn't bode well for my sleeping patterns), but I really can't keep going the way I have been going lately. I fear I am in danger of leading a very, very small life if things continue in the same vein. It may be idealistic to imagine life should be anything more than work, gym, sleep (repeat) for the greater portion of the time, but hey, I'll just be idealistic then. I've had worse labels, I'm sure.

Besides, it's summer now, officially. Which means the days are longer. Which means I may have time to be a worklaholic, an alcoholic and a vaguely intersting human being.

Let's see.