Tagged: love

Are You Insane? Let Me Guess How You Found My Blog… And a Little Bit of Blog Love Too!

Okay, so this week I am being totally boring because I’m having bloggers block and my attempts at writing my next post are not getting me anywhere! So I have decided to take the opportunity to respond to a blogging award nomination and also share some random nonsense, to justify this as a REAL post for the week!

So, when I can’t finish any of the gazillion drafts sitting in my blog, there is only one way out – to write a list! This week I have mainly been inspired by the weird and slightly disturbing search terms that have been coming up on my blog, but also by the many other blogs I have been reading and what I have learnt since I started blogging just over two months ago. The following are the top ten of these:

1. People, or more specifically, people who write and read blogs, are awesome and they brighten my life!

2. They are also sometimes insane… as is evident in the following search terms which have led people to my blog.

–      Tenis player not wear pant – okay, I guess I was asking for this one with all that talk of Marat Safin and his flood pants, but seriously, who were you hoping to find?

–      What is hi fives porn – If this is something that exists (and by the number of referrals, I’m guessing it does), I can guarantee this is NOT something you will be finding here. Move along!

–      Eating my ex on the couch – I’m fairly certain I do not ever want to meet you…

–      High five? Potato – If this was ‘high five? Mashed potato’ I would assume you were my arch nemesis. Alas, I have no idea what you were hoping to achieve. High five? Potato!

–      Ecards about stupid people – I think I have Googled this exact search term, let’s be friends!

–      What is the fear of high fives called – Oh. My. God! I am not alone!

–      Potatoes with cotton buds – I’m confused. Why does the potato have cotton buds?

–      I can count to potato – Good for you!

–      Women crapping – I am not even joking!

–      Some people just need a high-five. In the face. With a chair – Wow, you have a way with words. I suspect you may be the reason for my fear of high fives…

–      You call it madness but I call it love – Yes, and I call you insane. Have we dated?

–      Green balls – I think you should get off Google and get to the doctor… Now!

–      What is this shitload of mashed potatoes day – I think I had a nightmare along those lines just last week… a whole day of being chased around by a giant plate of mashed potato with legs… it’s all coming back to me…

3. I am not alone in my pug love – Yep, my blog has received visits from people using 31 different Pug search terms so far! Some of my favourites are ‘pug with backpack’ ‘thank god it’s Friday pug’ and ‘pug true love’. I feel my heart warming just reading them! This is from one particular morning several weeks ago:

4. WordPress is my friend – It’s true. I’ve actually found I spend more time with WordPress these days than with most of the people in my life. It makes me happy!

5. Twitter is not my friend – Also true. I Tweet… I get sweet nothing back… but I shall persist….

6. I wish I was cool enough to have a Facebook page for my blog – Alas, I am not, but I shall continue to sit back and silently envy those of you who do… Sitting there all smug in your popularity…

7. I want to start taking photos for my blog – I’m making this one of my missions in life. Having broken my iPhone camera and with minimal chance of lugging my SLR around with me each day, the likelihood of this happening is slim to none – so I’m aiming to post one photo I have taken by the end of 2012. Achievable? Achievable!

8. www.someecards.com is a sarcastic bloggers best friend – Seriously, the best resource ever! And they’re FREE!

9. There’s a fairly good chance I will fail in my attempt to blog every week of 2012… although I remain 100% committed to trying my hardest!

10. Blog awards are great for the ego – and a great excuse for spending an entire day reading other blogs… And on that note:

The rest of my entry today is to accept and pass on a little blog love with four (yep, FOUR) awards rolled into one… I don’t even know how this happens and am slightly overwhelmed, but I’m going to go with it and see what happens!

So, first and foremost, many many thanks to No Sugar, Just Spice for nominating me… in perusing your blog I see we share some embarrassing old music tastes… well, taste, I should say… I’m not at the point of publicly admitting to such a thing, but just for you *ahem*:

“Have you ever stood outside a picket fence… you’ll see through… but you can’t get to the inside… oohhhhhhh!”

I still remember all the words… how embarrassing… let’s never mention this again!

So, the awards are:

  1. Mrs. Sparkly’s Ten Commandments Award
  2. The Sunshine Award
  3. The Candle Lighter Award
  4. The Liebster Award

To roll all the questions into one, I’m just going to answer EVERYTHING in one go and then nominate those blogs I would like to pass the love onto.

So, here goes:

1. Describe yourself in seven words.
Small, Energetic, Loyal, Passionate, Impatient, Blunt and High-Pitched (although that’s kind of eight!)

2. What keeps you up at night?
Blog writing!

3. Whom would you like to be?
Noone, really. I’m pretty happy just being me.

4. What are you wearing now?
Tracksuit pants, a hoodie and my ugg boots… exciting, I know!

5. What scares you?
Mice and Horses.

6. What are the best and worst things about blogging?
Best: Interacting with other bloggers and getting feedback on my posts.

Worst: Writing a post when I’ve given myself a deadline. I always leave it until the last minute!

7. What was the last website you looked at?

I was Googling the lyrics to the song quoted above… I can’t believe I actually second-guessed myself!

8. If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?

 I  guess being a bit more tolerant to stupid people…?

9. Slankets, yes or no?

I think you mean Snuggie… and I would go with a no.. except on little kids and dogs, have you seen the dog snuggie? So cute! I wonder if there is a photo of a pug in a snuggie somewhere out there…

Oh. My. God…

10. Tell us something about the person who nominated you.

She sorts her fries by size. True story.

11. Favorite Color:

Blue.

12. Favorite Animal:

Dogs, Elephants and Seals.

13. Favorite Number:

4

14. Favorite Non-Alcoholic Drink:

Sparkling water.

15. Facebook or Twitter:

Facebook

16. My Passion:

Travel

17. Getting or Giving Presents:

Giving

18. Favorite Pattern:

Pattern?? Weird question… any of Cath Kidston’s floral prints?

19. Favorite Day of the Week:

Sunday

20. Favorite Flower:

Lillies

And ten blogs to nominate:

http://theghostlife.wordpress.com/

http://undomesticatedhousewife.com/

http://beetleandswan.wordpress.com/

http://brookeandmckenzie.wordpress.com/

http://nevercontrary.com/

http://susielindau.com/

http://imnotfamousandneitherareyou.com/

http://livenerddierepeat.wordpress.com/

http://disseminatedthought.wordpress.com/

http://learnmesomething.wordpress.com/

Yay!
And to make up for this poor excuse for a blog post, I present you with a pug, to brighten your life!

What I’m Not Telling You

Just a quick post this week as I figure no one is reading courtesy of the Australia Day public holiday… Also because I don’t have much time… I’m too busy watching the tennis and drinking beer in the 30+ degree sunshine!

So I started writing a blog entry the other week about the last date I went on, which I would classify as one of the worst of my life. In all fairness, the guy was nice, just a really bad match for me and it was a complete disaster. The post I started was about the many signs and opportunities I had to escape the date, yet I stuck it out to the very awkward end, so as to not seem rude.

I hadn’t finished the post, as with most of my half baked ideas, it was sitting in my drafts waiting to be finished, polished and published. But then, I was walking back to my office the other day, my mind swirling with blogging ideas for the week ahead, when I actually bothered to look up at the exact moment that the bad date guy flew past me on a skateboard (yes, I dated someone who travels by skateboard – stop judging me). For some reason, my heart raced, not in any lovey way, but just in a moment of utter shock.

I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and that you are reminded of people from your past as necessary. I would never have stopped him or spoken to him, mainly because I was totally not interested and had a bit of difficulty expressing this at the time, but I am convinced I saw him for a reason – I’m very conscious of my blog not personally attacking anyone or being negative and I think I saw him to bring me back to earth. He was a nice boy, it was a bad date, but no harm was done. So I came back to my desk and deleted the draft.

I figured this was as good a time as any to do a bit of a draft-cleansing and started going through some of the random crap I have been writing over the past few weeks. So, in no particular order I would like to share a few of the little gems that have been lurking in my drafts list – but which I have decided will never see the light of day.

1. What’s the easy let down? As mentioned above, how long should you stick out a bad date? Maybe at the point where you find yourself wondering if your date has the mental capacity of a seven year old? Just an idea.

2. All the things I want to say to your face but never will – Pretty self explanatory. When I realised I was listing an abundance of items directed at one person in my life, I decided this wasn’t helping my mission to become a more positive person.

3. Graduating from Slut High – A reflection on the truly awful high school I attended and how it made me a better person.

4. Crazy dog lady – I realised any exploration into whether I am or am not a crazy dog lady was not going to end well.

5. My iPhone is trying to tell me something – When your iPhone auto-corrects ‘love’ to ‘live’ or ‘lie’… it’s time for a bit of self reflection.

6. My jumper ate my underwear – I’m not even going to try to explain this one, but it was a very difficult time in my life.

7. Horses scare the shizz out of me – Actually one of my first drafts, but I later realised that it could be misinterpreted as a dig at someone… and really, horse people aren’t THAT weird, right? But just fyi – horses do actually scare the shizz out of me.

8. I’m not being cute, I just don’t like you – When your lack of tone starts working against you.

9. The owl addiction – Yep, this one was also briefly titled Crazy Owl Lady.

10. That moment when you find your favourite canned tomatoes on sale – and other moments of pure joy and happiness. Inspired by a recent trip to the supermarket when I found Easy Off BAM for $3! $3! I’m not even joking!

I could keep going… there were a fair few that were too embarrassing to include… and you never know, I might return to finish them off one day!

And on that note, I’m off to enjoy the sunshine. Yay! Happy Australia Day!

I Would Never Date a Boy Who Wears Flood Pants

In the past, I have had a habit of setting criteria for what kind of guy I would date. My original list was written after escaping my first psycho boyfriend and consisted of about 20 criteria that a potential date had to meet before I would even consider them.

Me being a Stereotypical Nerd.

As a result, I was single for 3 years.

I eventually decided that I was restricting myself with the criteria and got rid of them (no doubt in some dramatic fashion such as lighting a candle and setting them on fire, as you do), but as the years rolled on and I started to encounter more than my fair share of crazy men, I introduced, revised and deleted numerous criteria for who I would and wouldn’t date, always with good reason.

The criteria have, at various times, included (I assure you there is a true story behind every one!): No facial hair – no smoking – must have stable job – must have any job – must be a tradie (followed quickly by) – must not be a tradie – must not hate women – must wear pyjamas to bed – must have siblings – must have good grammar – must be able to differentiate between there, their and they’re – must have a degree – must have a passion – must make more money than me – must make a grand gesture – must be good at fixing things… Needless to say, I’ve gotten a little carried away with it at various times and I’ve occasionally needed a friend to remind me of who I should and should not actually be dating.

For the past few years I have been living an almost criteria-free life and it is actually working out well for me. I enjoy dating, and although I’m still a disaster, I’ve come to appreciate the random experiences and life lessons that it can bring. And really, as long as you still have both your kidneys at the end of the evening, it can’t have been too bad.

Alas, my criteria-free life came crashing down the other day when I realised that there are still some things that are not negotiable, for example – I will not date a boy who wears flood pants.

I was walking through Flinders Street station over the Christmas break when I got stuck behind a guy wearing a pair of beige flood pants. It wasn’t particularly warm and it was most definitely not flooding and the sight totally threw me.

I am definitely not someone who judges men for how they dress, I actually wouldn’t know what is fashionable for the opposite sex if it hit me on the head, however until last week I thought we had been freed from the clutches of such a horrendous clothing item in the late 1990’s.

Now, let me reiterate that I am not talking about rolled up jeans, they are a whole different kettle of fish, but straight leg, chino-looking material man-pants that finish above the ankle.

Being short, I’ve always had a slight fear of this ridiculous excuse for clothing. Flood pants on me are simply pants that don’t need to have 3 metres cut off the bottom of them to fit, but they never look quite right and I don’t condone flood pants on anyone, let alone a potential date.

I did a little Googling on the flood pants phenomenon and was shocked to discover that there are actually two different types of flood pants, short pants and long shorts, according to Urban Dictionary:

1. flood pants
Pants that fall around the ankle. Often called high-waters/ high waters as well. This refers to the fact that you can wear them when there is a flood, or “high waters.”Wow, those flood pants are so cute, but your ankles must get cold during the winter…
2. flood pants
Shorts so baggy, they look like short pants, the kind you would wear if a flood ever came to town. Usually sported by cholos/gangsters/white boys living in the hills.*Yawns and wipes out eye-boogers* Today, I feeel extra cholo. Besides my XXXXXXXXLLL plain white tee, bandanda, and new tatoo of my name placed on the back of my neck, I think I’m going to show off my new flood pants to the homies and hynas.

Source: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=flood%20pants

So which am I against? If I’m against both, does that equal two new criteria as opposed to one?

Further Googling led to a realisation that flood pants are actually favoured by cyclists as they don’t get caught in their bike pedals and that Hipsters, backpackers, tennis players and even Pirates are also quite fond of them…

Having realised that I might just have unintentionally set criteria eliminating half the male population of Melbourne, I decided to stop. I felt like my criteria-free life was being challenged and I needed to re-assess the situation.

Maybe flood pants have a time and a place in society… I mean, I can’t judge a flood pant-wearing Hipster when I’m still confused as to what exactly a Hipster is, right? And would I really say no to the chance to go on a date with a pirate just because his ankles were showing? Or not accept that I am, in fact, destined to marry Marat Safin just because he might like the odd pair of floods?

I considered changing my criteria to ‘I will never date a boy who wears flood pants without good reason’ but I think this is only going to cause me further confusion. So, I guess I’m staying true to my criteria-free life.

I accept that I may one day date someone who wears flood pants…

Having said that, I may also date a pirate and/or Marat Safin… and just like that, the future is already looking brighter!

Just don’t get me started on Meggings… I would NEVER date someone who wears meggings!

In My Mind, My Best Friend is Sitting on the Couch Eating a Sandwich.

It’s so strange how our mind reminds us of a person. Often a smell, a song, a food or even just the weather can bring back the best memories of being around someone. I love those moments and the warmth and happiness they bring and I’ll often be reminded of something and proceed to start laughing (and often nose whistling) loudly at a totally unrelated moment in time.

One thing I have noticed is how clear the image in my mind is of many people in my life. If I’m on the phone or reading an email or message from them, I will have a mental image of them in my head, often of some totally random occasion which has stayed with me.

Sometimes my image of them is from a photo or just the last time I remember seeing them, but for the people I know well it’s a specific time and place which has remained in my subconscious.

The other day I thought about this so much in preparation for this blog, that I actually had some kind of fast forward stocktake of the people who have had an impact on my life, or my life as it currently is. It filled me with happiness and I actually had to stop for a moment to let myself take it all in.

It went something like this:

One of my best friends is sitting on the blue couch in the house we shared, putting a piece of sandwich in her mouth and nodding…

The other is dancing in the car as we drive to work.

Another friend is eating a cheeseburger at Oxford street McDonald’s and savoring every bite.

My ex-boyfriend is screaming obsenities at me as I walk a metre ahead of him in London.

A friend is sitting opposite me eating oysters in Galway, discussing my love life…

One is walking along a street wearing a backpack and bouncing on skinny legs…

Another is holding a glass of white wine as big as her head while eating dry roasted peanuts and laughing…

My best friend from primary school is walking next to me in the playground.

My best friend from high school is eating nutella and waving at me from her front door.

A traveling friend is laughing in bed as we recount the previous night’s chaos in Peru…

Another is wearing my pink and white skirt as we hit the town in Madrid.

My first crush is laughing with his mouth open and a booger hanging out of his nose.

My first boss is dancing in the lunch room.

My best boss is looking confused and nodding.

My older sister is 15 and wearing her school uniform, screaming and slamming the screen door in a moment of teen angst.

My mother is in the kitchen, bouncing around busting for the toilet…

My dad is taking my 10 year old self to the airshow and I’m worrying about my light up runners in the mud.

I could probably go on forever. There’s many more where I can’t pinpoint the time or place of the memory, but I can see the person clearly, most often looking happy or laughing.

I started writing this post as I decided to discuss other people instead of myself for a change and it ended up bringing me a lot of joy.

What do you see when you think of the people who have impacted your life?

And if you know me, how do you see me?

P.s. Apologies for the lack of my usual bad jokes and venting! Rest assured, they will be back in the next post!

11 Things I Learnt in 2011

1. Every year goes quicker than the last

If I had a dollar for every time in the past few months that I have said ‘I can’t believe this year is almost over’, I would be a very rich girl (by rich, I mean I could afford a coffee and muffin every morning for a week without scrounging around the floor of my car)! 2011 has literally flown, courtesy of four trips overseas, work chaos, the continued disaster that is my love life and just life running at full speed. I started the year having an unexpectedly big night at a pub in Warrnambool, which seemed to set the pace for the year.

When discussing this with a friend recently, they said to me, ‘it’s not that this year has gone fast, it’s just that every single year goes quicker than the last’… I’m torn as to whether I agree with this statement and as a result, I intend to make 2012 go as slowly as possible… Yes, I may be in denial, but I WILL slow down time, damn it!

2. Take compliments graciously and without hesitation

Me and tact do not have a relationship… it’s just not a skill I ever learnt. As a result, I don’t dish out compliments unless I mean them and the people around me know this. Having said this, I still encounter people who I give a compliment to and they insist on rejecting it.

My lack of social prompts means I’m never sure if they’re fishing for me to elaborate, think I’m mocking them (not an unreasonable assumption) or if they honesty think their uber-expensive shoes are actually not pretty at all. Seriously people, I don’t go dishing them out, take the compliment or you won’t be getting another one.

I actually learnt this lesson several years ago, but it came up many times in 2011. Compliments are easy to take and the more graciously you take them, the more often they’ll come. Now let’s practice:

Me: ‘Oooo, I love your dress!’

You: ‘Oh, thanks!’

Success!!!

3. If you like someone, tell them

Although this primarily goes for matters of the heart, it’s become my approach to everyone in my life. I would consider myself a fairly up-front person, but this year I learnt the value in just putting yourself out there.

If you think someone is awesome, tell them! If someone is kinda cute, tell them! If someone makes you laugh, tell them! And if someone makes your heart jump like it’s trying to leap out of your chest, tell them… chances are they feel the same. If not, you’ve lost nothing, you’ve saved yourself potentially months of wondering if they like you and above all, you will have most likely brightened their day with the compliment!

4. Babies are awesome

Okay, so I did already know this before 2011, however having not been around a new one for years and years, I had been kind of convinced that babies were maybe a little bit boring. It wasn’t until a good friend of mine had her first baby in the second half of the year that I realised that I am OBSESSED!

Despite living in a completely separate State to aforementioned baby, I have managed to buy her more clothes than I have bought myself this year… okay, slight exaggeration there, but definitely more than I have bought myself in the second half of the year! And equally as exciting – next year I will be an aunty for the first time! Yay!

5. Weddings are a big deal to some people – do not judge them

I would like to start off here by saying I LOVE weddings. I especially love when people I care about get engaged, married or even just happy, it warms my heart! However, in recent months I have realised that there is a fine line between a bride who is ‘excited’ and one who is ‘obsessed’ and that I am not to judge when it is crossed. Doing so will only end in awkward conversations… Even more awkward than those which you will be having with them once their all-consuming wedding has wrapped up.

I have also learnt the following: Buying a charity goat for someone who has asked for gifts of cash is apparently socially unacceptable, having a gift registry for your kitchen tea is normal and asking your nearest and dearest to invest a month’s salary in honour of your celebration will not result in you losing friends.

So, in light of this new-found knowledge, when the time comes, I now plan to elope. Or at a maximum have 10 people on a beach with no shoes on, no presents and no stress. I hereby promise this to everyone in my life. Hold me to it.

6. Having good tone is not so vital in life

In addition to lacking any tact in my life, I also struggle with tone. I had never given it much thought until one of my staff got a look of complete fear in his face when I was complimenting him on his work. Apparently my facial expression, tone and words were all contradicting each other and as a result, instilling fear in the poor guy.

So I started asking the people close to me for their opinion on the issue and sure enough, my tone issues were widely acknowledged, unbeknownst to me. So I set out to correct it, emphasising various words and attempting to add an inflection to my sentences.

After several months of experimentation, I came to the conclusion that good tone is over-rated. Bad tone often results in hilarious miscommunication and is a great conversation starter. The simple solution is, if I’m conversing with someone and they start to look confused, I exclaim loudly ‘I have bad tone!’, everyone laughs and a friendship has begun!

7. The ability to be blunt is a virtue

My most recent realisation is that bluntness is not a bad trait, I even believe it to be a virtue. I have always thought that my tendency to cut straight to the point was something that had to be changed, and spent years chit-chatting and prancing around whatever topic needed to be discussed.

In my most recent employment, I speak to a wide range of people across numerous fields. In an industry where everyone is trying to win each other over and impress each other, I start to feel like I am suffocating in fake niceties. Earlier in the year, I accepted that this approach just wasn’t me, I’m blunt in my personal life and decided to try a similar approach in my professional life.

The result – if you’re up-front with people, they’ll be up-front with you, communication is open and issues are overcome. PLUS, once the topic is dealt with, there’s more time for getting to know the person you’re meeting and enjoying your time with them!

8. Never assume people care about the minute details of your private life, because most often, they don’t

Okay, so I know this one sounds a bit harsh, but it is an important lesson. We all spend so much time worrying about what other people think of us and missing out on opportunities for fear of being judged. I personally will go over a conversation a thousand times in my head if I think I have offended someone (unintentionally), or said something out of line or inappropriate (a common occurence).

But when I actually think about the people close to me and their behaviour, I realise it doesn’t matter what you do, as long as you’re fun and happy and are making the most of life. I can barely remember the conversation I’m currently having with someone, let alone one that took place a week ago.

Stop mulling things over! If you have an opinion, share it! If you like someone, go for it! Don’t assume that everyone is focusing all their attention on you, because you’ll miss out on the opportunities that are presenting themselves to you.

9. Getting stuck in a snow storm is not such a bad thing

I am 100% a summer person and I absolutely hate the cold. Despite this, two friends and I went to Queenstown this past winter for a week spent learning to snowboard. It was a very fun and crazy week and we headed to the airport with heavy hearts, all not wanting to head home. Apparently Q’Town also didn’t want us to leave and after an epic snowstorm and many failed attempts to get out, our 7 day trip turned into a 12 day adventure.

Despite cabin fever setting in on about day 8 and each of us consuming our body weight in alcohol, our time there became one of the most memorable periods of 2011. By the time we had accepted our fate and let ourselves just enjoy the extended break, we had been lucky enough to see a once in a lifetime snow storm, eaten awesome food, met some fantastic people and become even closer friends for it.

10. See the humour in every situation

Being able to see the humour in every situation makes life bearable. This year so far I have had a staff member question my morals on Facebook (and get abruptly asked to resign), been delayed on numerous flights, had an immeasurable number of IT issues, had the entire work database and network die, be threatened by angry customers and had the most disastrous dating experiences, including on one occasion when I actually thought I was going to get my kidneys stolen…

At the time, what can you do? You can laugh about it, and remember the finer details so you can recount the story with accuracy next time you’re out drinking with your friends.

11. I will never learn to high-five

Ever. So please stop trying.