Thinking out loud

Another blog that I love love love is FATMUMSLIM by Chantelle, who also lives in Australia. I tell you there must be something in the water in Australia!  Like me she blogs about life BUT in a soooo much more accomplished and effortless way! One of the things Chantelle does on her blog is this thing called the  Photo A Day Challenge . Every month she comes up with a photo idea for everyday of the month. Her readers are encouraged to take a picture that matches whatever is suggested for that day. As October is my favourite month of the year, I took on the October photo a day challenge! That's 2012 by the way, let's just say this post is very late. The Photo a Day Challenge was a real ........challenge! NOT EASY, but loads of fun! I must confess now that I missed some days and even more embarrassing, I could only find a couple of the photos way past the suggested day! The experience was amazing and here are my pictures OCTOBER 6 ( I'm thankful for ...Hubz and Mum) ...

One of the things that I have been doing since becoming a blogger is reading and following some amazing blogs. One of my favorites is one called BIGWORDS. Its written and published by  Bianca Wordley who is based in Adelaide Australia. She is an accomplished writer who has contributed to some of the world's most popular magazines. She's an experienced journalist and mum. I want to be her when I grow up!  Anyway, a month ago she wrote the most amazing blog post about stereotypes   bigwords: The Stereotype :   and she really took the words out of my mouth.  Hope you like it as much as I did. What do you think about stereotypes? Particularly in advertising and how gender roles are portrayed. xx

Ain't that the truth. Besides eating, sleeping, working, paying bills and all that usual stuff; am I of any use? Am I useful, helpful or making a difference? It just hit me that I need to justify the time and space I've been given on earth and be of some use. Not just to the people for whom it comes naturally to me. Not just my nephews and nieces or my husband or mum, but those people who need someone to remember them. Goodness knows I am where I am because someone remembered me. Because at every point in my life someone has chosen to be of use to me. Like all those who remembered my mum, brothers, sisters and me after my dad died. The ones who just knew that we would need some food or whatever it was. You were of some use to me. Whoever it was who approved my part bursary at the School of Advanced Study. You impacted my life immensely and you don't even know it. You were some use to me. You who carried me up the stairs and out of the library when I'd fallen ...