Thinking out loud

I love world events. I really do. I'm giddy at the sight of them. The ones where I know I'm joined by billions in my fascination. The appointment of the new pope is one such event. I liken it to the Olympic opening ceremony or US election night. Hope that's not an offensive comparison. Argentinians must be feeling awfully proud. I'm proud too. I love Padre Jorge's (now Pope Francis) back story. The Archbishop of Buenos Aires, who is so laid back he chooses to take the bus. He came second to Ratzinger in 2005. What luck! The winner resigns and then you get your turn. The moral of the story; coming second isn't the end of the world. Keep taking the bus and one day you'll get the job of your dreams!

This post is for my two sisters, my friends Lyn and Shau and Hubbz! You must read it too! LOL As I read the blog from Chantelle yesterday, entitled  Gosh darn, let's do away with all the busy already. OK??  I had these four beautiful women  and gorgeous dude on my mind. They have mastered the art of being busy. So have I sadly! For goodness sake, there are loads of important things we have to do but we all need to learn to take a chill pill and learn to enjoy doing nothing again! THAT IS ALL!

15.458 whole days! I'm patient, but this?

Have you ever told a lie? Said out loud something you knew to be untrue. Hoping that you can create for yourself a reality less painful than the one the truth would create. I have, sadly more times than most. At the moment those words leave your lips, you begin a journey with yourself, one where you’ll never know what really living is like. Everything, every single thing that happens from that moment on, no matter how pleasurable or meaningful, will only be but a shadow. Not real. The thing about a lie is that it works so very hard to become reality so much so that even you buy into it. A simple no when it really was a yes. A little self righteous anger, a tear perhaps and then you ignite that addictive power that comes with knowing that life’s events have been ultimately altered by your very words. I have been asking myself today about what my life could be if I wasn't such a coward. If I didn't exalt my ego so much as to create reality as opposed to living it, wh...

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 ...