Pay it Foward

The following is a challenge from one of my friends who blogs at http://alamanda-intheclassroom.blogspot.com/

It’s called a pay-it-forward handmade freebie giveaway and basically the first 5 commenters who comment here and post an equivalent on their own blog gets something handmade from me by the end of the year.

Now, the reason I hesitated was because (A) I DO NOT DO handmade stuff simply because well, I suck. I have zero creativity and not a single bone of artsiness in me. But since I’m trying to get into the habit of getting out of my comfort zone and actually doing new stuff and I’m sure I will not get the comments anyway I’m game. So let’s do this.

I haven’t decided what I’ll make yet, in order not to count them chickens, I’ll see what the response is like before I start cracking. And I promise I won’t bake anything because I don’t wanna be responsible for deaths and all

If I do, I’ll taste a batch first

The Point

Listening to: Powderfinger
“Black tears on a red rock. They fall right through and they dry up.”

My brother had some gastric pains the other day and he said to me, “Now I know why you girls get so moody when you  get your period.”

I said to him:  Brother, you have no idea.

And I began to describe to him in full detail exactly what females go through monthly and how a shot of Zantac and a Coke doesn’t help. I even covered back aches, head aches, mood swings, embarassing gas, cramping, depression, feeling like shit and usually blaming it all on something small and otherwise insignificant.

After that speech I couldn’t be prouder to be a woman. And considering the pain he was going through, I think my brother was grateful that he wasn’t.

You know, I thought this post was going to have a point.

Pinkie swear.

Order up

Hello all.

First off, my internet connection is BEYOND SUCKY and it will be a wonder if I remain on long enough to publish this post so TAD, if you’re reading this, you’ll know why I can’t come online. Please email me the details and I’ll try to find WiFi somewhere and get back to you. Sorry for the delay.

Secondly, I’m alive.

I’ve been reading Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus in an effort to understood more about the male psyche  but instead found out more about my own psyche and already halfway into the book, it has explained three quarters of our previous fights and it wasn’t as complex as I thought it was. It is simply because men and women are so completely different in thought, emotion and processing faculties.

On other news, Cranium is awesomeawesome. If you haven’t played it, you should. A bunch of us got together on the public holiday and played three rounds plus a Taboo session and by dinner I had a headache, it was quite mentally challenging, but awesomeawesome.

And has anybody else noticed that Lent is just soooooo long? 45 days including Sundays makes it about 6 weeks plus change. And it’s only now that they’ve happily changed the McDonalds’ value meal lunch time specials from weekdays to Now Every Day! And that special reminder is displayed on every TV ad, bus, billboard and magazine. Satan must be working on overtime. The bastard.

I was going through my old photos on Picassa today and it’s like, Who WAS I and had I not heard of a groomer or a fashion statement or HEELS? Then again, I think it’s one of those things where in five years I’m sure I’ll look back at my current pictures and think OMG, WHO WAS I AND DID I ACTUALLY THINK THAT DRESS WAS A GOOD IDEA?

As long as the wrinkles stay away. I think I’ll only welcome wrinkles when I’m 59.

By the way, if America is a good nation and vote appropriately for Idol, I’m pretty sure Adam Lambert has a good shot of making it. Plus with the new Judge’s Save card, even if he is booted off, I’m sure he’ll be okay. Also, I hope Paula Abdul stops orgasming/crying/stammering/predicting winners every time Adam Lambert performs or it’s gonna be a long 10 weeks.

I think it might be a toss up between Adam Lambert, Lil Rounds and Danny Gokey. In that order.
And forgive me for being totally biased but I love Anoop and he’s oh so cute, I hope he picks good songs at least for awhile because let’s face it, they made it a Top 13 for him so he better appreciate the heck out of it and DELIVER.

Anyway here’s to Easter and a return of my meat and alcohol and french fries and Coke.

Two wrongs and a right

Listening to: A Fine Frenzy
“I’ve got no claim on you now.”

I’ve been trying to write a research proposal and the one thing I keep coming back to is : HOW THE HELL WILL I KNOW THE FIRST THING ABOUT WRITING A RESEARCH PROPOSAL?

I woke up in the middle of the night in a panicked frenzy thinking: WHAT MAKES ME THINK I CAN DO THIS FOR THE NEXT FEW YEARS? WHAT AM I, EINSTEIN?

The answers to the above is quite obviously: Nothing and Yeah, you wish.

So I forced myself to regroup and dive into the water anyway. Forget about the fear and ‘what if’s’. Suck it in and collect whatever balls I have and go for it before I over analyze and scare myself.