Did you know that there is a certain species of flat worm that has two penises (or is that peni??) and these worms are actually hermaphrodites which means they have both male and female bits and pieces going on?
Yep, penises and ovaries. And that's not all .... they participate in an activity called Penis Fencing where they have to cross swords (so to speak) and fight the other penises out of the way so that they can mate with another worm. Apparently they fight because both of them want to be the boy and refuse to be the girl. Obviously both of them want the sex but neither wanting the child birth. So in effect they are fighting to see who will be the man of the house, and who will be the child barer. These sword fighting penises aren't well rounded penises either ... they are sharp daggers and they try to pierce each others skins. Wow!! The defeated worm is then inseminated by the winning worm via the sperm being absorbed through the skin. The loser falls pregnant. Isn't that interesting?! Don't ask me how I know that. I read it somewhere and it suddenly popped into my mind.
I have far to many thoughts going on in my mind with correlations to human behaviour. Far too many to share here.
But one thing is for sure ... beware of sword wielding penis worms!! They're a pack of bastards ... the lot of them.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Day 784
Imagine if you could clone yourself. That way you could have it all ... the job, the family, a spot in community, the clean and comfortable home AND the dreams.
I have been trying bloody hard to do the whole cloning thing. But I just haven't quite mastered the science of it all yet. So instead I put up a hat rack and carefully placed my many hats in a strategic order so that at least I could tame my multiple personalities by allocating them a day and a time in which to come out to play. That kinda works but sometimes they start clawing at each other and the battle does my delicate little head in.
Cue blinding headache.
So the next best thing to cloning is bringing someone with closely matched genes, and similar appearance, into the mix.
Yep - I have contracted my mother.
She will arrive any minute to wear a couple of the hats for me today ....
Thank goodness for closely aligned family, that's all I can say.
Let me know if you have managed to find the secret to cloning ... I'd love to hear your secrets.
I have been trying bloody hard to do the whole cloning thing. But I just haven't quite mastered the science of it all yet. So instead I put up a hat rack and carefully placed my many hats in a strategic order so that at least I could tame my multiple personalities by allocating them a day and a time in which to come out to play. That kinda works but sometimes they start clawing at each other and the battle does my delicate little head in.
Cue blinding headache.
So the next best thing to cloning is bringing someone with closely matched genes, and similar appearance, into the mix.
Yep - I have contracted my mother.
She will arrive any minute to wear a couple of the hats for me today ....
Thank goodness for closely aligned family, that's all I can say.
Let me know if you have managed to find the secret to cloning ... I'd love to hear your secrets.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Day 783
There is a major shift happening in my life right now.
Everything is changing. Even though it is positive, everything is new, and scary and unknown.
Change is like that.
For successful change, a fair bit of change management is required. And I'm not sure I'm doing that real well right now as I am constantly finding gaps where I come to a complete halt, look around me, and wonder whether I really want to step into the abyss. There are moments of time where I suddenly wake up and think WTF?! What the hell was I thinking? But there are bigger moments of time where I am inwardly jumping for joy at the possibilities.
For example, I am no longer going to be a face-to-face cheer coach with my beautiful school full of cheerleaders, but hope instead to be an advisor/mentor so that I can guide the squad and continue to nurture them from a distance. But that means change for everyone, and it requires agreement, and it means a slightly different method of operation. I am excited and nervous about the prospect.
And then I am also moving across to a new cheer squad (for my daughter) which will help her to grow in her high school years as both a cheerleader and a person. Again, I won't be coaching, but will instead be helping manage and coordinate the squad and providing mentoring and advice. I am excited and nervous about the prospect.
I am moving forward in my business to specialising in career coaching Executive Assistants which means a whole new level of networking, a bunch of possible alliances and a great big Public Sector Congress I'll be speaking at in the new year (as part of an expert panel). I am excited and nervous about the prospect.
I am creating a product line in my business to help children with their self worth, resilience, health and fitness and for the first time I need capital, and there will be big wads of money involved, and there will need to be a big marketing campaign, and networking of a completely different type. I feel that everything I have done in the last five years has led me to this point. To this product line. I am excited and nervous about the prospect.
We have put in that offer on that house which they did not accept. We would like to own that house but we won't compromise on our financial security to do so. No one else has made an offer on the place and it is still for sale. I know that if the house is meant to be ours then it will be, and if it's not then we will simply renovate our current home to allow us to run businesses and still remain civilised as a family. Either way, we will be making changes. I am excited and nervous about the prospect.
My daughter is going into high school. My son is going into year 3. There is nothing else to say about that other than they are growing up too fast. I am excited and nervous about the prospect.
My step-daughter is now married and together they just bought their first major league family car. They are moving off into the world as fully fledged adults. They are talking about babies. I am excited and nervous about the prospect.
Of course I have dreamed about all of these things. But when they start to become real it can be a little confronting.
Bob Proctor once said "if your dreams don't scare you as much as they excite you, it's time to get new dreams." Or words to that effect ....
Well Bob. My dreams must be pretty good ones because (quite frankly) I'm shitting myself ....
There is a major shift happening in the lives of many right now.
How's your change management treating you?
Everything is changing. Even though it is positive, everything is new, and scary and unknown.
Change is like that.
For successful change, a fair bit of change management is required. And I'm not sure I'm doing that real well right now as I am constantly finding gaps where I come to a complete halt, look around me, and wonder whether I really want to step into the abyss. There are moments of time where I suddenly wake up and think WTF?! What the hell was I thinking? But there are bigger moments of time where I am inwardly jumping for joy at the possibilities.
For example, I am no longer going to be a face-to-face cheer coach with my beautiful school full of cheerleaders, but hope instead to be an advisor/mentor so that I can guide the squad and continue to nurture them from a distance. But that means change for everyone, and it requires agreement, and it means a slightly different method of operation. I am excited and nervous about the prospect.
And then I am also moving across to a new cheer squad (for my daughter) which will help her to grow in her high school years as both a cheerleader and a person. Again, I won't be coaching, but will instead be helping manage and coordinate the squad and providing mentoring and advice. I am excited and nervous about the prospect.
I am moving forward in my business to specialising in career coaching Executive Assistants which means a whole new level of networking, a bunch of possible alliances and a great big Public Sector Congress I'll be speaking at in the new year (as part of an expert panel). I am excited and nervous about the prospect.
I am creating a product line in my business to help children with their self worth, resilience, health and fitness and for the first time I need capital, and there will be big wads of money involved, and there will need to be a big marketing campaign, and networking of a completely different type. I feel that everything I have done in the last five years has led me to this point. To this product line. I am excited and nervous about the prospect.
We have put in that offer on that house which they did not accept. We would like to own that house but we won't compromise on our financial security to do so. No one else has made an offer on the place and it is still for sale. I know that if the house is meant to be ours then it will be, and if it's not then we will simply renovate our current home to allow us to run businesses and still remain civilised as a family. Either way, we will be making changes. I am excited and nervous about the prospect.
My daughter is going into high school. My son is going into year 3. There is nothing else to say about that other than they are growing up too fast. I am excited and nervous about the prospect.
My step-daughter is now married and together they just bought their first major league family car. They are moving off into the world as fully fledged adults. They are talking about babies. I am excited and nervous about the prospect.
Of course I have dreamed about all of these things. But when they start to become real it can be a little confronting.
Bob Proctor once said "if your dreams don't scare you as much as they excite you, it's time to get new dreams." Or words to that effect ....
Well Bob. My dreams must be pretty good ones because (quite frankly) I'm shitting myself ....
There is a major shift happening in the lives of many right now.
How's your change management treating you?
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Day 782
My favourite day.
Yesterday was the start of Christmas shopping, a great big drooling afternoon nap, and a house warming party last night. The great big drooling afternoon nap was the highlight of my day. I sooo needed that sleep. I've been sleeping 11 hours a night of late and that arvo nap just capped if off nicely. I decided yesterday that sleep was definitely the new black ...
Having said that I think I may finally be refreshed. Today I have energy again.
So today is a day of house work, groceries, working on my new product line, a meeting, visiting a brand new baby and a late afternoon massage.
I love Sunday.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Day 781
Today we walked into Costco for the very first time.
$300 later we walked out with a trolley full of stuff we didn't even know we needed.
End of story.
$300 later we walked out with a trolley full of stuff we didn't even know we needed.
End of story.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Day 780
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| Sock image borrowed from http://tiilipeninsula.blogspot.com |
Socks.
They drive me mad.
I personally don't wear a lot of socks. I guess because most of my shoes are not sock-able shoes. I do have a few pairs of sports socks for my sneakers, and I steal my hubbies socks when it is boot wearing season. But on the whole I could probably do without socks in my life.
Socks seem to appear under my lounge, in the middle of the hallway, on dining room chairs, under the cushions.
Socks never match up. What goes into the wash doesn't necessarily seem to come back out again. Socks get divorced quite a bit in my house.
So then I hold swinger parties for my socks and whether they match or not I just pair them up.
Then when all hope is lost for a pairing I send the socks to a big ol' sock orphanage where there are piles and piles of single socks. I guess in their world this could be a bit of a dating service where a whole bunch of singles are searching for their mate. This all takes place in a dinosaur shaped washing hamper.
This morning my husband went looking for some black socks. I sent him to the laundry. He found the sock hamper full of dregs and whooped with joy. So many socks!!! He was a little disappointed that I had cast them all aside so quickly. He is a bit of a romantic and he thinks that this eHarmony basket may actually have some matches made in heaven.
So he is going to be on sock duty tonight. He has made it his mission to become the matchmaker extraordinaire of the sock-iverse.
I don't much like socks. He can have it ....
Just as I was about to hit "publish post" my son walked in. Mum, I have no socks.
Sigh.
*&^%$#@
Socks.
They drive me mad.
How's your sock tolerance?
Do you have a good sock relationship or are you a bit Sock-ist like me?
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Day 779
Apparently I've got to focus. Well, that's according to my new business coach. It seems that while I fit neatly into the "visionary" personality type which is great for someone who is highly driven and got fabulous ideas, I've got to take on some more of the "programmer" personality types to bring me back down to the here and now. It's great to see my vision at the other end ... but I've also got to make time for the step by step approach needed to get there. So this week I have to clean my diary and start fresh by prioritising my projects and focussing on the one that means the most. Wow. Ok. That's tricky ....
So yesterday I took the fact that my son was sick as a good reason to cancel all meetings and start working on my vision from the bottom end. But first I had to take my beautiful and very grown up daughter to catch her bus for the year 6 camp. And then I had to spend time chatting to the other parents as we all marveled at the kids confidence and independence. Then I got side tracked with tidying up some cheerleading stuff for end of year. Then I got side tracked doing stuff with my book. Then I got a little distracted with the washing. Then I got giggling with some stupid farting elves Christmas song on You Tube. Oh, and then I spent some time cuddling my boy. And then I got side tracked lying on the couch resting my eyelids. But then I got energised and started focusing on my new product line and doing the paperwork needed to get the idea off the ground. That was lucky coz my coach called me last night to see what I had been doing all day. Yikes!! He wanted to make sure I was focused on that particular project. This new project, it's the one I have to concentrate on for the next three months. So today, in anticipation of tonight's call, I need to get some serious stuff done. The diary has to be cleared and I need to make some measurable progress. I do have one meeting at morning tea time .... which I will attend ... but that will be my "coffee" break. I will try not to get distracted. It's time to haul out my old time management schedule and do a little more of that "practice what you preach" bullshit.
Have a great Thursday.
What will you be focusing on?
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Day 778
After a weekend of cheer spirit I was back in the spirit mindset yesterday at the ACT Women of Spirit Awards for 2011.
The Women of Spirit Award is a Lifeline event that recognises the efforts of women who make a difference in their local community despite their own "hardships". I was nominated this year for the work that I do with children on self worth and resilience, through my cheerleading. I had a bit of trouble with the nomination because of the "hardships" clause ... I don't feel that I have adversity in my life. But according to those that nominated me, the fact that I don't see fibromyalgia as a barrier or excuse is the exact reason I should be a "woman of spirit".
I don't know. Sure, the fibro stuff and chronic migraines are a bit of a challenge at times, but I wouldn't say it was a hardship. Nor would I say that pushing through illness is particularly exceptional. But I am honoured that there are people in my community who acknowledge that it isn't always easy for me to get out of bed every day and work with the kids when I am chronically fatigued, am in the midst of the fibro fog, have neck and shoulder pain and migraine. So, while I was a bit uncomfortable with the nomination in some ways, I figured that if I am able to inspire and motivate others to get off their whinging whining bums and do similar things, then I guess being a nominee can only be a good thing.
So despite my initial discomfort, it was an absolute honour to be mentioned amongst so many exceptional
There are a lot of women of spirit in the world - let's take some time out to recognise them and learn from them. Life might be tough at times, but it doesn't mean you have to lose your ability to give. It's in the giving that you truly receive (and challenges almost become worthwhile).
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Day 777
I often look at middle aged dance and cheer coaches and think to myself "gee, they've had a hard life". All that make-up, bags under the eyes, drawn faces and fried hair. Then on Sunday afternoon I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Holy shit!! I've become one of them. I look like absolute poo. Oh well, nothing a paper bag won't fix ...
Monday, November 21, 2011
Day 776
That's it. Nationals is over for another year. It has been one of the most beautiful experiences I have ever been part of. Just the coaches conference to go and we're done.
You want some results? Well I am very proud to announce we got 2nd in poms, 4th in cheer and 2nd in Tahlia's partner stunt.
Woooooo hooooooo.
Happy Monday.
You want some results? Well I am very proud to announce we got 2nd in poms, 4th in cheer and 2nd in Tahlia's partner stunt.
Woooooo hooooooo.
Happy Monday.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Day 775
Exhaustion. But can't stop. One more section to compete in. My own daughter is starring in a partner stunt. After already being awake for 13 hours and much energy already spent she has to base with spirit, strength and motivational energy. And she'll do it too. She is good at that. She has spirit (yes she does).
So not long to go now and it's all over. The best part? Every one of these kids displayed perfect behaviour and competed to the absolute best of their ability. All performances have been their best yet.
Oh . . . want some results? Well - watch this space.
So not long to go now and it's all over. The best part? Every one of these kids displayed perfect behaviour and competed to the absolute best of their ability. All performances have been their best yet.
Oh . . . want some results? Well - watch this space.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Day 774
One sobbing coach. Tears streaming down my face. There is no saddness only pride. My cheerleaders were amazing out there on the Nationals floor.Amazing. No matter what the result.they are already winners. Anything else is a bonus.
Friday, November 18, 2011
Day 773
There won't be any issues with sleeping in and missing our spot on the competition floor, that's for sure! This Qld caper is an early bird's heaven with the sun rising as early as I do making it very easy to sieze the day. I can see how not having daylight saving up here could appeal to some. Our only problem will be getting our kids to get enough sleep so they are competition ready. My Tahlia in particular. Yes. Brisbane is very welcoming. The sun, the birds and the palm trees. At this point I am very relaxed.And that, my friends, is a very good place for me to be.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Day 772
I got a new phone on Tuesday, and yesterday I finally worked out how to answer it. Big thumbs up on that one. It's so nifty I can even get my emails, and play 3D games, and cruise the net. And the good news is I managed to stick to my guns and I didn't get an iPhone. I've been avoiding that phenomenon for years ... trying my best not to cave ... and then a few months ago we got an iPad and I saw the attraction. I could see that my Nokia N series just didn't cut it. It was time for me to convert. But when I walked into the store on Tuesday my eyes lit up to see that I had options! The iPhone wasn't the be all and end all. I could have all the glory without actually having to grow wool and join the herd. Silly, I know, but there is something inside me that makes me want to be a bit different to the pack. So I came home with an alternative smart phone. I have got the LG Optimus 3D. Yeah, I feel a bit fancy with my new gadget. You know I had to get it this week so that I could still talk to you all while I'm at Nationals. I never did master the internet and blogging on the Nokia ..... I seemed to have the caps on permanently which meant I was always yelling. But not now ... the LG Optimus 3D is nice and calm and works just like an iPad. Yeah ... Life's Good.
Getting ready to head to the airport.
Happy Thursday!
Getting ready to head to the airport.
Happy Thursday!
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Day 771
Did you know that cupboard doors and draws were invented to keep this packed away, out of sight, in a neat and tidy manner?
My husband and kids haven't grasped that concept yet. I live in a house with doors open, drawers open, lights on, socks scattered, clothes crumpled and shit on display constantly. Apparently the concept of doors and drawers has managed to bypass them.
I have come to the realisation that I am not compatible with my family. I am not sure I can live here anymore. I think I may build a granny flat out the back, or buy an apartment, or perhaps relocate them all to the cubby house. Something has got to give before I go completely insane ...
Or maybe buy a mansion by the lake with loads of room for me to escape ...
My husband and kids haven't grasped that concept yet. I live in a house with doors open, drawers open, lights on, socks scattered, clothes crumpled and shit on display constantly. Apparently the concept of doors and drawers has managed to bypass them.
I have come to the realisation that I am not compatible with my family. I am not sure I can live here anymore. I think I may build a granny flat out the back, or buy an apartment, or perhaps relocate them all to the cubby house. Something has got to give before I go completely insane ...
Or maybe buy a mansion by the lake with loads of room for me to escape ...
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Day 770
Sometimes it's just time for a good cry. There might be a trigger, but there doesn't have to be a reason. You've just got to purge.
Sometimes there is a reason.
Sometimes there are lots of reasons.
Sometimes there are none.
I purged last night.
It was time.
Why?
Well, just because.
Last night I had a good cry because:
Sometimes there is a reason.
Sometimes there are lots of reasons.
Sometimes there are none.
I purged last night.
It was time.
Why?
Well, just because.
Last night I had a good cry because:
- I have misplaced (possible lost) my camera
- My face is fuzzy and I need Nair
- I have too much going on inside my head and the chatter won't let me sleep
- My neck suddenly got really saggy overnight
- I have an empty scrunched up paper bag permanently living on my stomach
- I can' t live with my messy family
- I couldn't live without my messy family
- I have friends going through divorce
- Sometimes divorce appeals to me
- I'm scared of divorce
- I don't want to get a divorce
- I am tired
- I am nervous
- I am sad
- At Nationals this weekend it will be the last time I ever coach the cheer squad I created back in 2008
- I am scared of letting go
- I am relieved to be letting go
- I am scared I won't achieve my vision for the future
- I am scared I will actually achieve my vision for the future
- I watched Ellen and there was a family reunited after 7 months of both parents being absent due to war
- My kids are growing
- My daughter is becoming a beautiful young woman
- My daughter is becoming a moody little cow
- My son is making progress at school
- My son is not making progress at school
- I am tired
- I've got Nationals this weekend
- I'm too emotionally involved
- I'm going to have to hand it all over
- It will no longer be mine
- One baby is leaving the nest making room for new babies to arrive
- Just because
A counselor friend of mine once said "it's important to schedule yourself a breakdown ... that way it won't sneak up on you at inopportune moments". I often pass on that advice to clients. I had my scheduled breakdown between 10.30 and midnight last night. Today I feel a whole lot better.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Day 769
Warning - this is a little rushed. Got a meeting in an hour and gotta do the whole hair and make-up thing yet, and get kids ready for school. Apologies if this doesn't read very well.
What's happening in the world of Deep Fried Fruitnom?
Well, for a start, it's Monday so that means a new week and lots of opportunity for fresh starts. And hopefully a bit of fun as well.
This week I am working on my new product range for kids (yes ... I am ... it's so exciting ... and so freaking frightening ... but more exciting than frightening ... so watch this space) and at the end of the week we have our cheerleading national championships up in Brisbane. Faaaarrrrk!!!!
Warning: Stomach doing back flips right now.
Where are we at with the house? Well, it doesn't seem to be happening. The house (the upgrade we were looking at) was "by negotiation" but it seems they weren't willing to negotiate. Hey, have I told you this already? Anyway, we put in an offer and the real estate agent thought it was too low and wouldn't even take it to the owner. So we put in a slightly higher offer and again she said it was too low. And I said, you can have that money tomorrow. Take it and finish the sale, or don't take it and wait six months, whatever you think is best. So she went to the vendor with that and I haven't heard back. She figured he would probably end up taking it off the market if he didn't get the price he was hoping for. That's fine with me. I reckon we'll get a phone call in a few weeks saying "we'll take it". But if not, that is ok too. It will happen if it's meant to.
Where are things at with my first book? Well, Mr Publisher got back to me last week advising the E Book will be available in a few weeks, and the audio around mid next year. He also advised marketing is about to commence in USA with print, radio and TV advertising (really ?!) as well as an author website under their publishing banner by end November. So I guess that is all good news. No one can tell me where my box of books is though ... it may be missing in action ... more information to come shortly.
Where are things at with my second book? No idea. I don't know what to do with that one. I have a meeting with my illustrator this week, but I'm not sure whether to go with current publisher or self publish. I am waiting for a sign ...
And that's the updates from this end! Well, for me anyway. This is my diary ... so ... it kind of tends to be about me ... that's how a diary works. I will update you on the kids and Husband tomorrow.
What's happening in the world of Deep Fried Fruitnom?
Well, for a start, it's Monday so that means a new week and lots of opportunity for fresh starts. And hopefully a bit of fun as well.
This week I am working on my new product range for kids (yes ... I am ... it's so exciting ... and so freaking frightening ... but more exciting than frightening ... so watch this space) and at the end of the week we have our cheerleading national championships up in Brisbane. Faaaarrrrk!!!!
Warning: Stomach doing back flips right now.
Where are we at with the house? Well, it doesn't seem to be happening. The house (the upgrade we were looking at) was "by negotiation" but it seems they weren't willing to negotiate. Hey, have I told you this already? Anyway, we put in an offer and the real estate agent thought it was too low and wouldn't even take it to the owner. So we put in a slightly higher offer and again she said it was too low. And I said, you can have that money tomorrow. Take it and finish the sale, or don't take it and wait six months, whatever you think is best. So she went to the vendor with that and I haven't heard back. She figured he would probably end up taking it off the market if he didn't get the price he was hoping for. That's fine with me. I reckon we'll get a phone call in a few weeks saying "we'll take it". But if not, that is ok too. It will happen if it's meant to.
Where are things at with my first book? Well, Mr Publisher got back to me last week advising the E Book will be available in a few weeks, and the audio around mid next year. He also advised marketing is about to commence in USA with print, radio and TV advertising (really ?!) as well as an author website under their publishing banner by end November. So I guess that is all good news. No one can tell me where my box of books is though ... it may be missing in action ... more information to come shortly.
Where are things at with my second book? No idea. I don't know what to do with that one. I have a meeting with my illustrator this week, but I'm not sure whether to go with current publisher or self publish. I am waiting for a sign ...
And that's the updates from this end! Well, for me anyway. This is my diary ... so ... it kind of tends to be about me ... that's how a diary works. I will update you on the kids and Husband tomorrow.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Day 768
Husband and kids are at the beach, but my coastal escape has me house bound today. I've managed to pick up a bug. Sigh. Oh well, the view from my little writing "desk" is pretty awesome. I have written two books from this here table. Thought I might try and start a third ... if the bug will let me ...
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| The view from Derek's parents back deck - my coastal writing spot |
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Day 767
So we bolted to the coast last night because a little birdie told us the weather was gonna be sensational. The birdie was correct. After a 13 hour sleep (yep - the sleep-in of all sleep-ins) we headed to the beach for the usual sun, surf and sand. Nothing stupid happened, there are no deep fried fruitisms to report, nobody's pants fell down and the wind was minimal so there were no beach umbrella projectiles. It was all boringly straight forward and oh so pleasant.
Then after the beach I headed off to the shops to buy myself my summer shoes. This year I have chosen some neutral coloured wedges. I could have paid $105.00 for a pair, but declined. I could have paid $59.00 for a pair, but declined. I almost paid $39.00 for a pair, but declined. Instead I went to K-Mart and for less than the cost of the original pair of shoes I came home with my wedges, a blouse, a pair of linen pants (yes, linen) and some summer bangles. All for the bargain price of $80.00. Yes, I'm cheap. Husband will raise an eyebrow at my shopping spree, but hey, it's K-Mart. He ought to be lucky I'm not out at Myer or DJ's or Calvin.
Oh, and I also came home with a hair dye. Last week at a conference a male business associate very cheekily stood staring at my hair under the conference lighting. He then started to squint. He then looked shocked. He then said (staring at my skunk line) "I didn't know you were grey Leanne!!". Yeah, thanks for that. Which testicle would you like to keep, because they other one is about to be kicked across the stage. So yeah, I am dying my hair this arvo.
That's my Saturday sorted.
How's yours?
Then after the beach I headed off to the shops to buy myself my summer shoes. This year I have chosen some neutral coloured wedges. I could have paid $105.00 for a pair, but declined. I could have paid $59.00 for a pair, but declined. I almost paid $39.00 for a pair, but declined. Instead I went to K-Mart and for less than the cost of the original pair of shoes I came home with my wedges, a blouse, a pair of linen pants (yes, linen) and some summer bangles. All for the bargain price of $80.00. Yes, I'm cheap. Husband will raise an eyebrow at my shopping spree, but hey, it's K-Mart. He ought to be lucky I'm not out at Myer or DJ's or Calvin.
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| My K-Mart Haul |
That's my Saturday sorted.
How's yours?
Friday, November 11, 2011
Day 766
Today I am grateful for this fabulous country that we call home. For it's freedom, it's sense of camaraderie, it's values, it's humanitarianism, it's multi-cultural ism, and the fact that we always remember and never forget.
Lest we forget.
Happy Remembrance Day.
Lest we forget.
Happy Remembrance Day.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Day 765
Problem: Scattered energy.
Solution: Get yourself a coach.
I am a coach. I help people achieve their goals.
Who helps me achieve mine?
Well ... I've stepped up and this coach has gotten herself a coach. Someone to help me sort through my priorities, look at which projects mean the most to me and which help me reach my ultimate vision.
I have just signed up to be mentored by a world class success trainer who is going to help me focus my energy to achieve great results.
My man ... my coach ... my mentor .... he believes in me and what I'm setting out to achieve. I "interviewed" him yesterday to see if he could actually coach me better than I can coach myself. I interviewed him to see if he believed in my dream and could help me achieve, not only through coaching me, but by forming an alliance with me for future success. I interviewed him to see if he would ultimately promote my dream through his networks.
He passed.
A new alliance has formed.
We shook hands and the deal was done.
I have created a product line about to go into production which will ultimately help children with their self worth, resilience, health and fitness. And yesterday I found the man who is going to help me achieve it. I got my coach.
My coach is Eric Bailey. A man who is all about the vision. He's an ex-NBA player (having played with the likes of Michael Jordan) and also played here in Australia in the NBL. As it turns out he played with many of my husbands best friends. We already have connections. And so does he! His previous clients include McDonalds, Nike, Australian Defense Force, Flight Centre, Hilton Hotels. The list goes on.
Yep, this little coach got herself a coach.
Did it cost me a million dollars? Not even close.
I got myself a coach.
I'm ready. Are you?
Who coaches you?
Spouse, parent, friend, professional?
Who keeps you focused?
Solution: Get yourself a coach.
I am a coach. I help people achieve their goals.
Who helps me achieve mine?
Well ... I've stepped up and this coach has gotten herself a coach. Someone to help me sort through my priorities, look at which projects mean the most to me and which help me reach my ultimate vision.
I have just signed up to be mentored by a world class success trainer who is going to help me focus my energy to achieve great results.
My man ... my coach ... my mentor .... he believes in me and what I'm setting out to achieve. I "interviewed" him yesterday to see if he could actually coach me better than I can coach myself. I interviewed him to see if he believed in my dream and could help me achieve, not only through coaching me, but by forming an alliance with me for future success. I interviewed him to see if he would ultimately promote my dream through his networks.
He passed.
A new alliance has formed.
We shook hands and the deal was done.
I have created a product line about to go into production which will ultimately help children with their self worth, resilience, health and fitness. And yesterday I found the man who is going to help me achieve it. I got my coach.
My coach is Eric Bailey. A man who is all about the vision. He's an ex-NBA player (having played with the likes of Michael Jordan) and also played here in Australia in the NBL. As it turns out he played with many of my husbands best friends. We already have connections. And so does he! His previous clients include McDonalds, Nike, Australian Defense Force, Flight Centre, Hilton Hotels. The list goes on.
Yep, this little coach got herself a coach.
Did it cost me a million dollars? Not even close.
I got myself a coach.
I'm ready. Are you?
Who coaches you?
Spouse, parent, friend, professional?
Who keeps you focused?
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Day 764
This frustrating fascinating publishing journey continues. I can now see why some people choose the self publishing route. I always thought it was because no one else would have them ... which is sometimes the case ... but perhaps it is because authors can't be freakin bothered going through the crap ... with self publishing at least you have some control.
Look, I'm not dying in a ditch about this, and I am grateful that I am published and all, but as I sit here with my perfectly printed out letters of thanks and promotion, waiting for this elusive box of books to arrive, I am thinking I would have been better off designing the book myself, paying a couple of grand and getting it printed in China. My skunk line is getting greyer with every passing day the delivery van doesn't arrive. It's driving me to drink! (Yes, this morning I actually DO have a hangover.)
I'm seriously getting the shits!!!
On 1 October I ordered and paid for 100 copies of my book, to add to the 30 I will already be receiving as part of my "author pack". I want a stash of books here to promote and sell. Plus I'd like to make sure my illustrator and the lovely Johanna get their copies too. It's coming up to 6 weeks later and NOTHING. I wrote to Mr Personal Assistant over in Mr Publisher land two weeks ago for an update on (a) my marketing campaign, (b) my E Book and (c) where the F&^! are my books?!??! Nothing. NOTHING.
A week later I wrote a follow up to Mr Personal Assistant. Just checking in, haven't heard from you, any chance you could follow up on my email? NOTHING.
Late last week I wrote to Mr Publisher directly and said that I was a bit worried about Mr Personal Assistant because he was not responding to my correspondence and I needed urgent advice so that I could get my marketing campaign off the ground. Was he sick? Dying? Lying under the wheels of a subway train? Mr Publisher's office came back to me advising that Mr Personal Assistant no longer worked in Mr Publisher land, and that they were doing what they could to catch up on his work load. Excellent. Mr Personal Assistant clearly got the sack ... or the shits ... or both. Whatever it was, he is now gone and I am stuck in limbo land while Mr Publisher "catches up". F*&^ F*&^ F*&^.
My motto through all this has been "Patient Persistence". It has got me to this point, and it will get me through the next phase. But come on, I now signed the contract 15 months ago and I still don't have a copy of my book sitting in front of me. How patient can a person actually be before they're registered as clinically dead?
Is this normal? Or am I just a great big agitated control freak?
I have another 4 books waiting for their turn in the ring (one which is being illustrated as I type) and as I await the contract I was promised for book number 2 (and possibly book number 3), I am wondering if perhaps I'm not better off popping over to China.
Come on Mr Publisher. All I want is a my books. Is that too much to ask?
Please?
On the up side (and there are many many up sides ... this little tanty of mine is just a minor one in a world of ups ...) My Happy Gift is getting some lovely reviews. You can check them out on my "What people are saying" page.
Look, I'm not dying in a ditch about this, and I am grateful that I am published and all, but as I sit here with my perfectly printed out letters of thanks and promotion, waiting for this elusive box of books to arrive, I am thinking I would have been better off designing the book myself, paying a couple of grand and getting it printed in China. My skunk line is getting greyer with every passing day the delivery van doesn't arrive. It's driving me to drink! (Yes, this morning I actually DO have a hangover.)
I'm seriously getting the shits!!!
On 1 October I ordered and paid for 100 copies of my book, to add to the 30 I will already be receiving as part of my "author pack". I want a stash of books here to promote and sell. Plus I'd like to make sure my illustrator and the lovely Johanna get their copies too. It's coming up to 6 weeks later and NOTHING. I wrote to Mr Personal Assistant over in Mr Publisher land two weeks ago for an update on (a) my marketing campaign, (b) my E Book and (c) where the F&^! are my books?!??! Nothing. NOTHING.
A week later I wrote a follow up to Mr Personal Assistant. Just checking in, haven't heard from you, any chance you could follow up on my email? NOTHING.
Late last week I wrote to Mr Publisher directly and said that I was a bit worried about Mr Personal Assistant because he was not responding to my correspondence and I needed urgent advice so that I could get my marketing campaign off the ground. Was he sick? Dying? Lying under the wheels of a subway train? Mr Publisher's office came back to me advising that Mr Personal Assistant no longer worked in Mr Publisher land, and that they were doing what they could to catch up on his work load. Excellent. Mr Personal Assistant clearly got the sack ... or the shits ... or both. Whatever it was, he is now gone and I am stuck in limbo land while Mr Publisher "catches up". F*&^ F*&^ F*&^.
My motto through all this has been "Patient Persistence". It has got me to this point, and it will get me through the next phase. But come on, I now signed the contract 15 months ago and I still don't have a copy of my book sitting in front of me. How patient can a person actually be before they're registered as clinically dead?
Is this normal? Or am I just a great big agitated control freak?
I have another 4 books waiting for their turn in the ring (one which is being illustrated as I type) and as I await the contract I was promised for book number 2 (and possibly book number 3), I am wondering if perhaps I'm not better off popping over to China.
Come on Mr Publisher. All I want is a my books. Is that too much to ask?
Please?
On the up side (and there are many many up sides ... this little tanty of mine is just a minor one in a world of ups ...) My Happy Gift is getting some lovely reviews. You can check them out on my "What people are saying" page.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Day 763
Dear Fatigue Bomb
Please be a little considerate of others and don't just turn up unannounced. You could at least call first and give me some warning so I can get my house ship-shape and clear my schedule. Just turning up at 6.30am on a week day is plain rude!! You are quite welcome to give me a miss this trip and head on over to your next victim ....
Regards
Leanne
Please be a little considerate of others and don't just turn up unannounced. You could at least call first and give me some warning so I can get my house ship-shape and clear my schedule. Just turning up at 6.30am on a week day is plain rude!! You are quite welcome to give me a miss this trip and head on over to your next victim ....
Regards
Leanne
Monday, November 7, 2011
Day 762
Woot Woot Monday!
A brand new week. Lots to celebrate, look forward to and get nervous about.
Today:
A brand new week. Lots to celebrate, look forward to and get nervous about.
Today:
- Darby wears glasses at school for the first time (well, actually for the second time but his first glasses stint last year was short lived as they were the wrong lenses and that was before dyslexia diagnosis) and he is nervous about it. Very very nervous
- I have a brand new client which I am excited about and not nervous at all.
- I call the real estate agent with a new offer on the house and I make my offer firm and final. I am quite nervous about that.
- I meet with another company for more strategic partnership options. Perhaps a little nervous.
- I meet with a graphic designer for my new business venture as she presents me with options for how my gorgeous little Cheer Chick Charlie will look. I am very excited about that, and any "nerves" are adrenalin based.
- Tahlia and I have Nationals training tonight and with only a little under 2 weeks until Nationals I am kind of pooing my pants. Not sure how the kids are feeling as I am trying to take their nerves away thus wearing them all myself. Yeah ... I'm nervous ...
Oh yeah, and today Husband and I celebrate 13 years of (mostly) wedded bliss. Woot Woot!
How's your Monday shaping up?
How's your Monday shaping up?
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Day 761
Cruskits with cream cheese and avocado, a handful of nuts and a cup of green tea. Not quite eggs Benedict ... but ... hey ... it works ...
Add some sunshine, washing flapping in the breeze, a quiet household and a laptop on the front balcony ... and I think I have my Sunday sorted.
Oh ... I am thinking of getting a new laptop. Mine has keys missing, and the letters rubbed off others, and it's kinda old, it's battery is stuffed and it's losing it's memory (a bit like me). It's like my original pair of Ugg boots though ... not a lot of wool left, and a bit torn, but oh so comfortable and kinda hard to get rid of. So I wanna keep it. I was thinking I could clean it up, attach it to some portable external storage devices (one for photos, one for home movies, one for archives, etc) and use it for storage and doing my movie making and photo editing etc, but that I would get a nice little portable laptop for writing. Just something to tuck under my wing and go about my day-to-day business of writing books, working with clients and doing my emails and internet stuff.
What do you think?
Would that work?
I don't want to spend much.
Any advice on what's out there?
Add some sunshine, washing flapping in the breeze, a quiet household and a laptop on the front balcony ... and I think I have my Sunday sorted.
Oh ... I am thinking of getting a new laptop. Mine has keys missing, and the letters rubbed off others, and it's kinda old, it's battery is stuffed and it's losing it's memory (a bit like me). It's like my original pair of Ugg boots though ... not a lot of wool left, and a bit torn, but oh so comfortable and kinda hard to get rid of. So I wanna keep it. I was thinking I could clean it up, attach it to some portable external storage devices (one for photos, one for home movies, one for archives, etc) and use it for storage and doing my movie making and photo editing etc, but that I would get a nice little portable laptop for writing. Just something to tuck under my wing and go about my day-to-day business of writing books, working with clients and doing my emails and internet stuff.
What do you think?
Would that work?
I don't want to spend much.
Any advice on what's out there?
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Day 760
BRMP BRMP BRMP
Warning: Bad parent alert, bad parent alert, bad parent alert.
Shit, shit, shit.
Bugger.
So last night the kids talked us into letting them watch an M rated movie with us. It seems some friends had seen it and said it was funny. It seems they themselves had seen the ads and it looked funny. Derek and I had already seen it, and we agreed it was funny.
I seem to recall that Derek and I saw it about 6-9 months ago. I also seem to recall that we thought it was a great movie and that there were some wonderful family messages in it. The sexual references were there but minimal, and the swearing was there but minimal. Anyway, the kids wanted to see it and we had forgotten the full nitty gritty details of the "M" rating. We checked the small print. We decided it would be ok. Heck, their friends had seen it ... must be ok.
So we watched it. And we laughed, and laughed, and laughed. We screamed when those "funniest home video" style accidents happened, we said "ouch" in all the right places, we coo'ed at the lovely family moments, we laughed our lounge lizard arses off as these big idiotic fathers went about their business and when things got a little "sexy" we distracted the kids with ice-cream or a drink of milk for a minute or two.
Then it happened. There was no stopping it. It was like a train crash and we watched in slow motion as carriages started to collide. The movie revealed the truth behind the Tooth Fairy. Derek and I stared at each other in horror as it continued to unfold. Surely they would redeem themselves? Surely the story line would quickly adjust to explain away the big reveal and magic would be restored. But no. The child in the movie now knew that there was no Tooth Fairy and so now did my 7 year old son.
My daughter of course (at the age of 12) is now aware that Kidnom is full of magic secrets and while we haven't openly discussed them I can tell she has wisened up. When she does question me I just say "being a child is a magical time and you can hold onto that magic for as long as you wish". I also say "if you believe you will receive" and she definitely doesn't argue with that one. And finally I say "it's important to always keep the magic alive for others in our world".
But now my 7 year old is laying on the couch watching the movie as his little world of Kidnom magic is ripped apart. Or is it? Derek and I still stare at each other open mouthed. Both kids are watching the movie intently. No body utters a word. The story line moves on and we move on with it. I shed a silent tear as I reprimand myself internally for being so freakin stupid. Bad parent!
As yet neither child has raised it. As yet neither have we. Husband and I have decided to move on as if it didn't happen and stick with our original response of magic and belief if it comes up. But I am thinking that perhaps there should be another little bit of fine print on the movies under the rating. Where is says stuff like "low level coarse language", "sexual reference" etc couldn't they put "parental secrets revealed" or something?
How are you at adhering to movie ratings?
What movie watching mistakes have you made?
Warning: Bad parent alert, bad parent alert, bad parent alert.
Shit, shit, shit.
Bugger.
So last night the kids talked us into letting them watch an M rated movie with us. It seems some friends had seen it and said it was funny. It seems they themselves had seen the ads and it looked funny. Derek and I had already seen it, and we agreed it was funny.
I seem to recall that Derek and I saw it about 6-9 months ago. I also seem to recall that we thought it was a great movie and that there were some wonderful family messages in it. The sexual references were there but minimal, and the swearing was there but minimal. Anyway, the kids wanted to see it and we had forgotten the full nitty gritty details of the "M" rating. We checked the small print. We decided it would be ok. Heck, their friends had seen it ... must be ok.
So we watched it. And we laughed, and laughed, and laughed. We screamed when those "funniest home video" style accidents happened, we said "ouch" in all the right places, we coo'ed at the lovely family moments, we laughed our lounge lizard arses off as these big idiotic fathers went about their business and when things got a little "sexy" we distracted the kids with ice-cream or a drink of milk for a minute or two.
Then it happened. There was no stopping it. It was like a train crash and we watched in slow motion as carriages started to collide. The movie revealed the truth behind the Tooth Fairy. Derek and I stared at each other in horror as it continued to unfold. Surely they would redeem themselves? Surely the story line would quickly adjust to explain away the big reveal and magic would be restored. But no. The child in the movie now knew that there was no Tooth Fairy and so now did my 7 year old son.
My daughter of course (at the age of 12) is now aware that Kidnom is full of magic secrets and while we haven't openly discussed them I can tell she has wisened up. When she does question me I just say "being a child is a magical time and you can hold onto that magic for as long as you wish". I also say "if you believe you will receive" and she definitely doesn't argue with that one. And finally I say "it's important to always keep the magic alive for others in our world".
But now my 7 year old is laying on the couch watching the movie as his little world of Kidnom magic is ripped apart. Or is it? Derek and I still stare at each other open mouthed. Both kids are watching the movie intently. No body utters a word. The story line moves on and we move on with it. I shed a silent tear as I reprimand myself internally for being so freakin stupid. Bad parent!
As yet neither child has raised it. As yet neither have we. Husband and I have decided to move on as if it didn't happen and stick with our original response of magic and belief if it comes up. But I am thinking that perhaps there should be another little bit of fine print on the movies under the rating. Where is says stuff like "low level coarse language", "sexual reference" etc couldn't they put "parental secrets revealed" or something?
How are you at adhering to movie ratings?
What movie watching mistakes have you made?
Friday, November 4, 2011
Day 759
I am grateful.
Stuff is happening.
Good stuff.
Exciting stuff.
Forward moving kind of stuff.
The stuff dreams are made of.
Or is that just my spirit talking?
Is this stuff energising me ... or is my energy creating this stuff?
Or is one feeding the other?
What stuff you ask?
Well ... business opportunities for one thing. Partnerships, two new business ventures in start up phase (one for me and one for Husband), and an existing business moving forward at an accelerated rate.
Life opportunities for another. The idea of buying another property ... either an investment one or a new home. Our offer is still out there. We are doing another inspection of the home on Saturday. If it is meant to be they will accept our offer. If it is not meant to be then we wait for another wonderful property in a fabulous location to come along.
Opportunities everywhere.
Why?
Because we are open to them and we are allowing them in.
I think that's what's happening anyway. According to everything I know (and coach) about success it's being open to the possibilities that allows them in.
Well, we are open.
There are no blockages right now.
Just a clear run ....
For now at least.
Not even my hairy chin can dampen my spirit this week.
Nor the pimples on my neck.
Nor the grey skunk line that is reappearing in my hair.
I'm not sure if all this stuff is actually real, or whether it is just perceived.
Either way, we are feeling pretty happy about the prospects.
Whether it all comes off or not, it doesn't matter.
It feels good.
So please excuse me while I enjoy the ride ...
Happy Friday!!
For more gratefuls head on over to the wonderful Maxabella as she shares the joy.
Stuff is happening.
Good stuff.
Exciting stuff.
Forward moving kind of stuff.
The stuff dreams are made of.
Or is that just my spirit talking?
Is this stuff energising me ... or is my energy creating this stuff?
Or is one feeding the other?
What stuff you ask?
Well ... business opportunities for one thing. Partnerships, two new business ventures in start up phase (one for me and one for Husband), and an existing business moving forward at an accelerated rate.
Life opportunities for another. The idea of buying another property ... either an investment one or a new home. Our offer is still out there. We are doing another inspection of the home on Saturday. If it is meant to be they will accept our offer. If it is not meant to be then we wait for another wonderful property in a fabulous location to come along.
Opportunities everywhere.
Why?
Because we are open to them and we are allowing them in.
I think that's what's happening anyway. According to everything I know (and coach) about success it's being open to the possibilities that allows them in.
Well, we are open.
There are no blockages right now.
Just a clear run ....
For now at least.
Not even my hairy chin can dampen my spirit this week.
Nor the pimples on my neck.
Nor the grey skunk line that is reappearing in my hair.
I'm not sure if all this stuff is actually real, or whether it is just perceived.
Either way, we are feeling pretty happy about the prospects.
Whether it all comes off or not, it doesn't matter.
It feels good.
So please excuse me while I enjoy the ride ...
Happy Friday!!
For more gratefuls head on over to the wonderful Maxabella as she shares the joy.
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Day 758
There is a line in Notting Hill that I think resonates with a lot of people. It's where Julia Roberts says to Hugh
In my usual head down, bum up state ... with a big dose of "news ban" thrown in ... I tend to miss a bit of the gossip until it jumps up and bites me on the bum. So I'm a bit behind the times, and it wasn't until I read Sydney Shop Girl this morning that I realised there was an issue with KK. She just made an idol reference to Kim Kardashian and Kris Humphries ... almost in passing ... but it was enough to make me prick up my ears and think "what has happened to KK?"
So I went onto to Kim Kardashian's Twitter account to get the news first hand. As I scrolled through all the tweets I figured the media must have it all wrong, as all the references I found were for positive forward movement. But then I scrolled back to the top and she tweeted a link to her blog that simply said "A Message For My Fans" and so I followed it.
Is it possible that Kim's marriage to Kris has broken up after only a few months? Really!?
Now, I know this shouldn't shock nor bother me, because these things happen all the time. But this one is different. I invested time and emotion into this one! I not only watched the lead up, I not only had a front row seat at the proposal, but I also "went" to the wedding (much like I went to Kate and Will's wedding) and I sobbed in all the right places and clapped in others. I was delighted for Kim because I had hoped she had finally found the one. We're friends, Kim and I. Virtually. Other than the occasional Tori Spelling show, Kim is the only reality star I follow. Not sure why ... I think it's because there is a reasonable dose of reality (albeit a slightly different reality to my own) but always a pretty decent dose of lessons learned, reflection and positive forward movement thrown in. And minimal shouting and bitching. And very little moaning. Plus she has nice hair .... and lovely curves ... and I love her positive body image.
So anyway, I am very saddened by Kris and Kim's break up. But I am more saddened by the fact that having a broken heart and associated humiliation isn't enough, she has to be further humiliated and dragged through the mud by the media and fellow humans. Her choice perhaps. But I think there is a time when we just need to walk away from the carnage and let people heal out of the spotlight. When I read and hear what people have to say about successful people when they are at their most vulnerable I am often ashamed to be human. It's like people delight in watching people fall! People seem to love people being knocked off their pedestals. There are ugly words flying around out there. Just because she has money, has a successful career and lives in front of cameras, doesn't mean she is any less human. She still bleeds.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that I feel for Kim right now. Whether she should have got married or not ... whether she should live her life in front of the cameras or not ... whether that $10,000, 000 could have been better spent on something else or not .... I feel for her. I honestly think that Kim is "just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her."
Welcome to Australia Kim. I hope my fellow Australians are kind to you ....
"I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her"
So I went onto to Kim Kardashian's Twitter account to get the news first hand. As I scrolled through all the tweets I figured the media must have it all wrong, as all the references I found were for positive forward movement. But then I scrolled back to the top and she tweeted a link to her blog that simply said "A Message For My Fans" and so I followed it.
Is it possible that Kim's marriage to Kris has broken up after only a few months? Really!?
Now, I know this shouldn't shock nor bother me, because these things happen all the time. But this one is different. I invested time and emotion into this one! I not only watched the lead up, I not only had a front row seat at the proposal, but I also "went" to the wedding (much like I went to Kate and Will's wedding) and I sobbed in all the right places and clapped in others. I was delighted for Kim because I had hoped she had finally found the one. We're friends, Kim and I. Virtually. Other than the occasional Tori Spelling show, Kim is the only reality star I follow. Not sure why ... I think it's because there is a reasonable dose of reality (albeit a slightly different reality to my own) but always a pretty decent dose of lessons learned, reflection and positive forward movement thrown in. And minimal shouting and bitching. And very little moaning. Plus she has nice hair .... and lovely curves ... and I love her positive body image.
So anyway, I am very saddened by Kris and Kim's break up. But I am more saddened by the fact that having a broken heart and associated humiliation isn't enough, she has to be further humiliated and dragged through the mud by the media and fellow humans. Her choice perhaps. But I think there is a time when we just need to walk away from the carnage and let people heal out of the spotlight. When I read and hear what people have to say about successful people when they are at their most vulnerable I am often ashamed to be human. It's like people delight in watching people fall! People seem to love people being knocked off their pedestals. There are ugly words flying around out there. Just because she has money, has a successful career and lives in front of cameras, doesn't mean she is any less human. She still bleeds.
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Anyway, I just wanted to say that I feel for Kim right now. Whether she should have got married or not ... whether she should live her life in front of the cameras or not ... whether that $10,000, 000 could have been better spent on something else or not .... I feel for her. I honestly think that Kim is "just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her."
Welcome to Australia Kim. I hope my fellow Australians are kind to you ....
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Day 757
Max the hip-gyrating-Lab is the only member of our family to win any money on the Melbourne Cup yesterday. He won a whopping $65 (which isn't bad for a $5 investment) and just paid for his own athritis injections. Clever dog ....
Our Max is going blind. He is fit and healthy (other than some mild arthritis) but he is going blind. Quickly.
He went to a visiting optomologist last year and it seems he has a degenerative retinal disease that we can't cure. It was suggested that antioxidants and vitamin C might slow down the process, but that it was highly likely he'd be blind with in the year. Well .... he has .... there is no doubt he is almost completely blind. Unless he is in full light, he can't see a darn thing. He has night blindness and can't see anything in part shadow. He can still see in full light ... just.. His eyes are so milky it is obvious there are issues.
Poor Max.
Good thing he has good hearing and great smell.
And he is still very very happy.
Gotta say though ... he's not quite as hip-gyratey as he used to be. From my perspective, that's not a bad thing ...
Our Max is going blind. He is fit and healthy (other than some mild arthritis) but he is going blind. Quickly.
He went to a visiting optomologist last year and it seems he has a degenerative retinal disease that we can't cure. It was suggested that antioxidants and vitamin C might slow down the process, but that it was highly likely he'd be blind with in the year. Well .... he has .... there is no doubt he is almost completely blind. Unless he is in full light, he can't see a darn thing. He has night blindness and can't see anything in part shadow. He can still see in full light ... just.. His eyes are so milky it is obvious there are issues.
Poor Max.
Good thing he has good hearing and great smell.
And he is still very very happy.
Gotta say though ... he's not quite as hip-gyratey as he used to be. From my perspective, that's not a bad thing ...
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Day 756
I have woken up feeling like I have a hangover. I haven't been drinking.
I could not sleep.
I lay awake until after midnight.
I got up at one point and did some emails and things. I thought a lot. Of course I thought about the house. Not in a worried and all bowel twisty kind of way ... just in a logical "for" and "against" sort of way.
One minute I am in .... the next minute I am running a mile.
Derek is the same. He spoke to the bank. They are willing to loan us enough money to feed an African country. Hell. It's that easy? But think of the debt. Oh so much debt.
There is nothing to fear but fear itself!! You should be bloody frightened ....
You want to move forward you have to take risks!! Such a bloody risk .....
Do you really want to leave the beauty, comfort and homeliness of our home? Onwards and upwards my friend!
Shit.
So I laid awake. And I fidgeted. And I farted. And farted some more. Then Derek farted (in his sleep).
Then the phone rang. At 1.37am the phone rang. SHIT! Hello? Male voice. Foreigner. "Hi". Who is this? "It is me, you're friend". I handed the phone to Derek who had since woken up. Hello? Silence. Then they hung up.
Sigh. Probably some Nigerian dude ringing to tell me he loved me and for me to give him $90,000. No I don't watch 60 minutes (sensationalist rubbish) but I hear about it sometimes.
Sigh.
So anyway, I am feeling like I have a hangover. I've got a headache. I am stiff. My neck and shoulders hurt. I am tired. I am dehydrated.
No point dwelling on it though. It's Melbourne Cup day, and for those of you have followed me for a while you'll know that is the anniversary of when Derek and I first met - 17 years ago.
He has picked his horses by the way. This is what he has chosen (and these are his very romantic words).
I haven't chosen my horses yet. I usually wait until I see what they're wearing and what they look like as they walk around the ring. I guess that's how I chose Derek ...
Happy Melbourne Cup Day! Hope it's a good one and one that is "hangover" free.
I could not sleep.
I lay awake until after midnight.
I got up at one point and did some emails and things. I thought a lot. Of course I thought about the house. Not in a worried and all bowel twisty kind of way ... just in a logical "for" and "against" sort of way.
One minute I am in .... the next minute I am running a mile.
Derek is the same. He spoke to the bank. They are willing to loan us enough money to feed an African country. Hell. It's that easy? But think of the debt. Oh so much debt.
There is nothing to fear but fear itself!! You should be bloody frightened ....
You want to move forward you have to take risks!! Such a bloody risk .....
Do you really want to leave the beauty, comfort and homeliness of our home? Onwards and upwards my friend!
Shit.
So I laid awake. And I fidgeted. And I farted. And farted some more. Then Derek farted (in his sleep).
Then the phone rang. At 1.37am the phone rang. SHIT! Hello? Male voice. Foreigner. "Hi". Who is this? "It is me, you're friend". I handed the phone to Derek who had since woken up. Hello? Silence. Then they hung up.
Sigh. Probably some Nigerian dude ringing to tell me he loved me and for me to give him $90,000. No I don't watch 60 minutes (sensationalist rubbish) but I hear about it sometimes.
Sigh.
So anyway, I am feeling like I have a hangover. I've got a headache. I am stiff. My neck and shoulders hurt. I am tired. I am dehydrated.
No point dwelling on it though. It's Melbourne Cup day, and for those of you have followed me for a while you'll know that is the anniversary of when Derek and I first met - 17 years ago.
He has picked his horses by the way. This is what he has chosen (and these are his very romantic words).
17 years ago I went to the races and went on a Fox Hunt
and it was love At First Sight
and ever since then I've been Lost in the Moment.
Happy Melbourne Cup Day! Hope it's a good one and one that is "hangover" free.
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