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17 Tuesday Jan 2012
17 Tuesday Jan 2012
14 Saturday Jan 2012
Never do I have a nap on weekends or holidays. I read or do craft or write. Never nap.
I did when I was younger but remember fighting it. I remember feeling worse for the short lie down. I spent the time struggling to become awake, scared of sleeping too long, worried about all the things I should be doing instead.
Until today. Weird. 2 hours asleep and although I looked more tired on waking, I felt a lot better. You never know, I may even do it again tomorrow.
14 Saturday Jan 2012
12 Thursday Jan 2012
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‘Typo’ stationery store has released a new student line of notebooks that struggles to meet a very low standard in smutty marketing.
What kind of a creep thinks creating a product that denigrates females by suggesting they should glorify in being a slut is ok to market at all – let alone to school students?
The piece of work that came up with this campaign should take his well worn magazines and get back in his room before his mother finds out. It’s fantasy sex-game stuff that does not belong in a schoolyard.
My standard for behaviour towards anyone – but in particular to females – is my Dad. I’m quite certain he would deck the grub that came up with this crap.
11 Wednesday Jan 2012
This is the 12 month anniversary of the floods that immersed Queensland, NSW and Victoria. Closest to home, water thundered through Toowoomba, Murphy’s Creek, Grantham, Ipswich and Brisbane.
Our home wasn’t inundated, we didn’t lose anyone we knew. But we watched and waited. We hugged and prayed. We stayed up on vigil, and sent phone bills through the roof. We tweeted and facebooked to connect and to help. We collected and donated. We dug and we scraped. We washed and we dried.
And we’d do it all again.
07 Saturday Jan 2012
06 Friday Jan 2012
05 Thursday Jan 2012
This is my savior at work. My cup warmer.
No matter how many phone calls, urgent this-or-thats that I have to deal with, it keeps my cuppa hot for me. It’s not a pansy one that plugs into the pc either. It runs on unleaded electricity straight from the wall.
I will protect it always as I’ve never seen another one.
04 Wednesday Jan 2012
Senna and Schumi went into the pond.
Next morning, Schumi could not be seen. I looked high and low. I moved the pots holding the waterlily, the watercress, the baby papyrus. Nothing. I eventually found Senna hiding in the log at the bottom, but no Schumi. So sad.
Until today – SCHUMI WAS BACK!!!!! The world champ is back. I don’t know how he did it, but I’m glad he did.
04 Wednesday Jan 2012
The first day back at work – a conscious choice to temper my responses and be as proactively prepared for the crap that will occur. I will hold in mind that these are good people under pressure making quick decisions without the fullest amount of information they need. Instead of thinking them to be a clusterfck of risk-averse, arse-licking morons with no friggin idea what their work is.
My approach will be to hold the line. HOLD THE LINE.
04 Wednesday Jan 2012
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Once a year I make the effort to get out the tarot and runes. It’s my way to summarise where I’m at at the end of one year and from where I’m beginning the next. The new year being the right time to smack myself in the head over achieving nothing much – achieve nothing towards my plans, not in comparison to anyone else, not at all.
This year’s reading was pretty spot on, but then it would be, wouldn’t it?
04 Wednesday Jan 2012
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A clean slate for 2012.
I feel more ready to let go of the past and start afresh than I ever have. I’m mindful of the need to be positive and not lug all the baggage around – especially at work. So much history, and most of it is negative.
So – here’s to a new day. The clear sky and a clear mind. I will work hard to keep it so.
Happy New Year!