Sunday, 31 March 2013
Saturday, 30 March 2013
Friday, 29 March 2013
Wednesday, 27 March 2013
I’ve been thinking a lot about determination. It beats fashion and beauty. It’s not dependent on race or gender nor church or state. It’s not divisive or cruel. It just is what it is and dependent on the strength or tenacity of the individual and their will to want, get, have and do. Funny how we don’t covet that like we do the need to be thin or to be perceived beautiful or have the latest thing that everyone else is buying.
Determination – you can’t buy it. It’s inherent. Find it. Use it. Be more.
Tuesday, 26 March 2013
Monday, 25 March 2013
I don't know where I'm going from here, but I promise it won't be boring ~ David Bowie
It's all just a means to an end...repeat that 17 times over, Amarinda.
Sunday, 24 March 2013
‘The subject is not one we feel our readers will be comfortable with’.
Friday, 22 March 2013
Of late, I’ve taken to signing for things delivered to the office as Zorro. Why? Why not? Added to that none of the delivery guys give a crap what I sign as their job is done once I scrawl on the electronic tablet they present me.
So, this week I have been Zorro. I’m thinking I may be Batgirl next week…
Thursday, 21 March 2013
Tuesday, 19 March 2013
….I was running up a hill Monday morning thinking I hate this, it hurts, I’m going to die or at least drown in my own sweat, that is if I don’t run out of breath and expire before my legs drop off – and then, when I got to the top and went back down and looked back up the hill, ready to run it again, as only the insane do, it occurred to me that I need the challenge of doing the seemingly impossible. I need to feel exhausted and broken knowing that I can and I will regenerate and do it all again.
Monday, 18 March 2013
So, I was thinking today, at the gym, when I had just finished having a shower and I was having one of those moments when standing naked with your hands behind your back, and it’s not some kinky, sexual thing, but more you can’t put one hook into one eye of your bra despite the fact you’ve been doing it for a zillion years, and I wondered what would happen if all women did away with bras and we just let them all hang loose. Would men be as interested in boobs that hang down like limp handbags with knobs on them? Would we start reading about heroines who still fall in love despite having 40DD’s, back pain, nipple rash on their knees and nipples sticking out through the fabric on their midriff because their boobs were no longer hydraulically up there either through cunning lyrca or the innocence of bouncy youth? Would celebrities go to plastic surgeons anymore? Would we just buy oversized pants and tuck our boobs in at the top leaving our shoulders free because we’ve always had nice shoulders? Would we unite as women because we would no longer be imprisoned by the lace confines of bras?
Nah, probably not.
Sunday, 17 March 2013
hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and
endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.” ~ Christopher Reeve|
No reason why a duck can't be all that...
Saturday, 16 March 2013
Friday, 15 March 2013
So, I was running along the Cairns Esplanade this morning at god-awful 5:30am, nodding and hello-ing the usual crew of walkers and runners who are all up and about cursing the need to be fit, when I saw a group of shadowy people ahead of me. Now, I’m not a scared person by nature but neither am I about to thrust myself into trouble in the half dark. I kept up a steady pace as I ran towards them, sussing them out. As I came closer I heard loud voices, saw people pushing each other and jumping on and off skateboards. Right. Possible trouble I thought until I heard - “…So, tell me what you want what you really, really want…”
Hmmm…urban thugs cranking out the Spice Girls. I ran closer. “If you wanna be my lover...” Yes, scary, scary stuff. I ran up to them. A couple of young blokes said ‘good morning’ as they moved off the pavement to let me through. One warned me to watch out for a skateboard nowhere near me. I said ‘no worries’ and ‘thanks’. As I ran on further I heard a young woman singing along with - “Make it last forever, friendship never ends…”
Spice Girls. Crank it up and have a good time.
“I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha”
Thursday, 14 March 2013
Tuesday, 12 March 2013
Lucy: Do you believe in love at first sight? Nah, I betcha don't, you're probably too sensible for that. Or have you ever, like, seen somebody and you knew that, if only that person *really* knew you, they would, well, they would of course dump the perfect model that they were with, and realize that YOU were the one that they wanted to, just, grow old with. Have you ever fallen in love with someone you haven't even talked to? Have you ever been so alone you spend the night confusing a man in a coma?
Monday, 11 March 2013
Me:- what do you want, Lester?
L:- just checking who’s in.
Me: - dead silence
L:- So, you’re not expecting anyone in.
Me: - dead silence
L:- So, it’s just you?
Me: - Bye Lester
Reply email from Lester. “Thank you for your email advising the absences in the office. Please advise when the staff come in to work today.”
Sunday, 10 March 2013
Saturday, 9 March 2013
Thursday, 7 March 2013
So, I was bored shite-less at work – not unusual – and I was in QuickBooks (accounting program) looking at something when I noticed a box that said ‘Ask a Question.’ Okay. I will. I typed in the quintessential ‘what is the meaning of life?’ It came back with ‘Discount available’. That’s probably fair enough…
Wednesday, 6 March 2013
Tuesday, 5 March 2013
So, I went into town, did bootcamp, the gym and then got in my car and realized I had left not only my lunch and my specs behind at home but more importantly, I left my USB stick with my current work in progress (wip). Quel horreur! How am I supposed to be at my day job all day and not do personal stuff? It would be just wrong. I would probably get a leg cramp or a headache or something. It was only 7:50am so I drove home and I ran into them. Oh the unspeakable, insidious horror of them. I couldn’t believe what was happening on the way into my perfect lovely rainforest suburb. They were everywhere. I couldn’t move because of them. How could there be so many? There were a massive cluster of them choking the streets. I looked left, then right. There was nowhere to turn to avoid them. They closed in on me and I wanted to flee, to scream and fight my way free of them. But it was impossible. They were slow, crawling, deceptive and sinister, all having the same mark of Satan on them – the ‘my family’ sticker. Them. The parents of the snotty Jeminas, hormonal Harrys, precious Tarquins and soon to be pregnant Brittanys. It was the school run. Eeeek! 'My family' are scary enough on normal streets. But outside schools? On the inhumanity of it.
Monday, 4 March 2013
It occurred to me today, as I ran up a steep hill nine times – I am so counting the first trial run – that I’m doing okay at 49. But then determination to be, do and act is like that. You're okay because you make damn sure you are.
“Failure will never overtake me if my determination to succeed is strong enough.” ~ Og Mandino
Sunday, 3 March 2013
Saturday, 2 March 2013