Small People

We’re not used to having really small people around and I thanked the PTB for my two slightly bigger children today as we looked after… The Cousins!

It was good fun, their mum has trained them very well and they ate without fuss (I’m not used to that) and went for an afternoon nap with no fuss (!!!).

Today we also picked up Number one son’s new glasses - they cost A. LOT. OF. MONEY.  I had them engraved with his name and my mobile number so hopefully they will last until the insurance kicks in again.  :(

And I’ve been walking everywhere - down to the train station to catch a train to see the Western Force last night - yay we won!  Down to the park with the kids… I’d done about 17500 and then dropped my pedometer when I picked up the small one for a carry.  Very upset to see it had reset itself.  Big G is going to give me a very hard time.   Since then I’ve added another 5000 so doing okay today.

And West Coast beat Sydney.  Good on them.  Please don’t talk to me about the Dockers… and at home too… :(

 

Walking

I’m in a mini walking competition with one of the sport guys at work.  We sit next to each other and well - he doesn’t look that fit and I certainly am not so I thought yeah okay why not.

We strapped on our pedometers at exactly 11.00 yesterday and at the end of the day I was 200 steps ahead of him.

Imagine my horror and embarrasment this morning when I compare notes with… lets call him Big G…  I’m on 6318, he’s on 23,206… Arghhhhhh! 

I was thinking I’d be okay on track for 10,000.

Hmmm - anyone for a walk?

UPDATE:  At 2.17pm… I’m on 13,467, he’s on 27,000.

Pick up lines

Groover was reading this book the other day “The Game: Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists.” Not sure why he felt the need really but anyhoo…

In the book apparently anything at all can be a pick-up line, even the line - Do you floss first or brush first? It doesn’t matter really what it is as long as “you’re not making someone uncomfortable or hitting on them too soon.” Or at least that’s what the author Neil Strauss says.

I guess - unless your target has really bad teeth - it’s a fairly safe subject.

For the record - I floss first.

Space Travel

I’d forgotton that we’d added the kids’ names to the Stardust Mission Spacecraft Microchip… it was so long ago.

It makes me wonder what else we did that now, just a few years later I’ve forgotton.

Luckily in some cases - like this one - a simple search will surprise me.

Of course we missed all the action and Stardust and it’s microchips and comet dust particles are back on Earth,  still…

Why didn’t we add our own names Groover?

The Power!

Finally after two years in the new building we have monitoring in the toilets.  By that I don’t mean some girl in a uniform making sure you flush, or wash your hands, or worse - cameras! - but the ability to listen to the radio while using the loo.

This might sound bizarre to you but I work in a radio station and if you need to nip out for the necessary during a track, it’s less stressful if you can hear the song playing.  Likewise if you’re producing - you can keep tabs on what is happening.  We’re talking nipping out for a quick wee right - not a read the newspaper session.

Likewise if you’re stationed in Master Control and have popped out to put the kettle on in the nearby kitchen - it’s kind of nice to hear if the station goes off-air.

But.

The radio is piped in and there are no visible controls and the volume was set just at that annoying level which was loud enough to hear if you were… shall we say pants up on your own, but if there was any action, inaudible.

The techs have decided to keep the volume controls well separate so that they can’t be changed willy nilly (so to speak).

Today - I found out where those controls are.  Mwah ha ha ha ha!

 

 

Your opinion please!

So you’ll notice the poll in the sidebar?

I had some professional shots done by David Dare Parker - only a Walkley Award winning photographer dahling! - and now I have to choose some suitable shots.

Who better to ask than you? Please vote and/or comment on your selection…

Note: you should be able to click on the image to see a bigger version.

Note also: When you vote it might bring up some error script - I don’t know what is going on there but if you refresh the page you’ll see the current vote tally. :)

UPDATE: This poll is now closed.  

My Handbag

Is it just me or am I particularly poor at organising my handbag or what? Yes there is a wallet in there… and for some reason my ghd styling irons.

(PS this is the first time I’ve blogged via flickr…)

UPDATE:  Cleaned my handbag out today! 28.3.07

Who, being loved, is poor? - Oscar Wilde

Hypothetical - when meeting the extended family and friends of one’s beloved for the first time - who is being tested?

Is it you - the new girlfriend or boyfriend - are you being judged worthy or not of the brother/sister/mother/father/son/daughter/friend - or is it them?

On the one hand you might suppose the extended family and friends have some influence over how your beloved feels or what they might do… but in reality I would like to humbly suggest that their influence pales to nothing compared to love.

In fact I think it is “them” who be judged. Can you bear to have “them” as your in-laws and friends? Have your feelings changed because of “them” - those who your beloved likes to call his/her mates? What does your beloved’s relationship with his/her family/friends say about your beloved?

Lets be honest - “they” would be lucky to know you. And if your beloved’s happy - who are they to judge!

Fit Meme

Nigel tagged me for the What Do I Do To Keep Fit Meme. Oh yay.

Sadly the short answer is nothing and the result is I’m not fit.

The long answer is for the past 7 days I have - emailed my former personal trainer to ask him what the casual rate at the gym is - didn’t actually go but at least it’s a start - and oh yeah, I went for a walk down to the beach and had a coffee yesterday morning, and then walked back. And I’m wearing a pedometer.

So after that pathetic litany of woe I tag Gacjezv, H&B, James and Copperwitch (Just think of this as support CW!)…

And thank you Nigel - you may have inspired me to get off my big fat lardy arse for once.

Apple Pie

I was about to mush my iPod up and cook it in the oven. Yes I got the dreaded 1418 message. Which kills iPods.

But then I came across Forever Geek who had the solution (noticed by my eagle eyed daughter who spotted the “it really worked” comment).

You are an iPod saver my friend and Apple should pay you a LOT of money. :)

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