Three Word Wednesday XCVII

Gamble
Omitted
Temporary


I took a gamble

omitted playing 3 WW

temporary glitch


A Haiku attempt to remind me how much I miss 3 WW.

Manic Monday #127

Every person you have ever slept with is invited to a banquet where you are the guest of honor. No one will be in attendance except you, the collection of your former lovers, and the catering service. After the meal, you are asked to give a fifteen-minute speech to the assembly.What do you talk about?

There'd be no talking ... I'd be falling on the floor laughing! This is the best question ever ... how big is the venue ...Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!


What's your favorite thing to do on a rainy day? Snuggle under the doona with a book listening to the rain and Blossom purring.


Are you a window person or an aisle person? Why? Always been a window person till MJ explained the benefits of being on the aisle ... loo breaks, leg stretching and in case of drama.

Unconscious Mutterings 287

I say ... and you think ... ?


1. Memory :: a long one

2. Original :: me

3. Exclusively :: mine

4. Listings :: the bay

5. Bucket :: with ice

6. Knight :: Becca

7. Dusty :: Springfield

8. Choice :: we all have them

9. Sunglight :: happy day

10. Change of plans :: make sure you have a good excuse!

Friday's Feast One hundred and Ninety Seven

Looks like Friday's Feast is a non event this week ... here I was ready to go ...


Now I've got egg on my face ... was that my feast ???

PURGING :: seeking a solution ...

Purging's on my to do list ... but honestly ... could you?

I sure as hell am having great difficulty ...

Purging produces separation anxiety produces re organising ...

Ok ... it all stays ...Yay!

BTW what you see here is only zillionth of the stash ... haven't made a dint!

Write on Wednesday ... Three P's or PMA = OPM.

Becca at Write in Wednesday asks :
So, how about you? What do the three P’s of writing…practice, pleasure, profit…mean in your writing life?

To me the Three P's are integral to the craft of writing, once drudgery sets in then any practice, pleasure or profit, financially or emtionally is out the door. Schlepping towards any task, scuffing your feet, trying to shake that looming black cloud with not an iota of ka ching to be heard is the pits ... I'm Over It has arrived. Give up while you're ahead is my advice, go walk, run, do a load of laundry ... anything is preferrable than attemtping to inspire the muse at such a time. I'd add another P to Becca's list ... positive, positivity, possimistic ... how ever you say it this one is essential.

Positive mental attitude or PMA is the key for me. I once heard a sales manager hype the sales people by saying "positive mental attitude equals other people'e money." Think about it, true isn't it?

PMA equals OPM.

No matter how you relate the saying PMA works. Don't take it too literally, not greedily, for now think of it as the key to leading you to writing pleasure and profit.

Without PMA (c,mon stop thinking PMS) ... you're destined to fail. After completeing your project what's the point of thinking ... Mmmm well I've done it, but I don't know whether I've done enough practice, whether I got enough pleasure from completing the task, or whether I'll make any profit ... then throw the bloody lot into the bin, go walk into the water and don't stop till ... well you surely know what I mean!

Of course we're all not going to score a Pulitzer I'm not being ridiculously far fetched here. But we're all certainly capable of writing to the very best of our personal ability, frequently above and beyond what we ever expected ... don't you think you're already writing with a smidge of PMA?

Been Shopping ...

Love blowing the budget at Reverse Garbage ...

Ten on Tuesday - Name your Ten least favourite celebrities ...

Some of these celeb's names will baffle OS players, Aussie's should get them ... Google will tell all.

In no particular order they are ::

1. Corey Worthington :: 17 yo kid, partied, got an agent, personality size of your smallest digit.

2. Homer Simpson :: not even real

3. Julie Anthony :: stop the singing

4. Wayne Carey :: woman basher

5. Kirsty Ally :: get over yourself

6. Paris Hilton :: trollope

7. Dina Lohan :: shameful mother of Lindsay and now she's got a reality show ...

8. Heather Mills :: gold digger.

9. Celine Dion :: screecher

10. John Howard :: ex PM

Manic Monday #126

What's your favorite beach in the world? Bondi Beach : home and playground of my childhood.


What's the next country you want to visit? New York City, USA.


What one thing are you craving today? more Dark Chocolate.

Aussie Simon Gerrans wins 15th stage Tour de France ...

Australian Simon Gerrans of the Credit Agricole team won the 15th stage of the Tour de France on Sunday, a 183km ride between Embrun and Prato Nevoso in Italy.


Read more at SBS

Proud to be an Aussie, Oi, Oi, Oi !!!!

Unconscious Mutterings #286

I say ... and you think?



1. Flicker :: photos

2. Styling :: fashioning

3. Episode :: next

4. Sexier :: than who?

5. Studious :: conscientious

6. Mushroom :: fungus

7. 8 minutes :: till what?

8. Bald :: chrome dome

9. Immunity :: freedom

10. Sectioned :: separated

Write on Wednesday ... OK it's Friday ... again!

Becca @ Write on Wednesday asks::
So, how about you? How does writing fit into your daily life? What’s your ideal time to write, and why? Do you “write on schedule” or “when the spirit moves you”?

Well I'm consistent aren't I? Here it is Friday evening again ... it's all part of my in built procrastination.

As I've said before ... well you've read all that ... the absotively same applies!

See you next week!

Adriano Zumbo Patissiere Extraordinaire ...

When the kids were little you'd see them digging in the dirt, then their stubby, grubby little fingers would be straight into their mouthsand you's hear a Mother say "it's alright everyone has to have a little bit of dirt."

Gluten free is the same ... every so often you need to have a little bit of dirt ... for me it must be the very best money can buy.

Adriano Zumbo is the genius who would sway anyone on a special diet to try his works of art.

MJ delighted me with Lemon and Chocolate Macarons plus a Wheelie Good which NQN describes as ...

pistachio dacquoise, mascarpone mousse, honeyed apples and apricots rolled in white chocolate, pistachio and macadamia nuts. Its stunning and cutting into it seems almost sacrilegious. The crunchy pistachio dacquoise and mascarpone mousse gives a luscious collapse in the mouth and the slivers of honeyed apricots cut through this sweet white chocolatey creamy goodness. The sweet, almost sticky fruit is exactly what it needs and the pistachios and macadamias give it a welcome crunch on the outside. Its absolute textural harmony, an orchestra of textures where every texture is covered and works together beautifully.

Pop over to NQN and feast your eyes on more of the sweetest delights in Sydney ... yet another addition to my better than sex list ... drooooolllllll!

Manic Monday # 125

What do you do when you are feeling very sad or depressed? Get Over It!

Who was your first crush? Harry, the son of the man who owned the first small supermarket in Hall Street, Bondi opposite the post office.

If given a chance to skip work for a day (without repercussions), how would you spend the entire day? Pull the doona over my head and read, snooze, read, snooze ... but hang on ... I don't "work" ...

Farewell Olive Riley 1899 - 2008.

With great sadness today's SMH reports of the death of Olive Riley at 108 years of age last Saturday July 12.

Olive was the world's oldest blogger with the help of her friend Mike Rubbo (above with Olive)and more recently her friend Eric Shackle where she recently posted that she "can't shake off that bad cough!"

Olive was a heroine of mine. I read her blog "blob" as she used to call it when she posted, her memory of her life was as sharp as a razor, her stories were intriguing, she was as quick as a wink with her recollections, she loved to sing, talk and eat the odd meat pie.

Olive will be missed by not only her family and close friends but by the squillions of people, worldwide, who read her blob, were inspired by her and loved her despite never meeting her.

Enjoy Olive's musings at All About Olive and The World's Oldest Blogger .

Farewell Dear Olive.

photo courtesy Sydney Morning Herald.

Unconscious Mutterings 285

I say ... and you think?

1. Intimidated :: rarely

2. Brush :: with the law

3. Masquerade :: metamophosis

4. Procedure :: routine

5. Tattoos :: body art

6. Square :: root

7. Tuck :: nip

8. Boyfriend :: nope

9. Badass:: Haaaa

10. Thousand :: more

Sunday Scribblings #119 - My oldest friend.

Those of you who know me will surely know my oldest friend is ... of course, it's Moi ... same tune different fiddle ;)

My oldest friend over saw it all. The trials and tribulations of life, the highlights, the achievments, the sadness, the happiness, times of being loved and unloved, of doing exactly what everyone said not to, of doing what others decided should be done, without any say. When all the decisions were mine my oldest friend stuck by me, no matter the outcome. My oldest friend ran with me, nope not your usual marathon, this running was away from me, no-one ever told me I was taking the problem I was running from with me, the problem was in me, was me, even my oldest friend didn't know.

My oldest friend was right there the whole time. Guarding me, standing by me. Was my oldest friend really guiding me through all that strife? Someone was. My oldest friend made sure I found my way home, didn't fall over too many times after too many glasses of happiness. I wonder was it my oldest friend who kept my commonsense and intuition tuned in then heaved and shoved me up the corporate ladder. Was it the hand of my oldest friend I'm sure I felt in the small of my back pushing me through the doors of opportunity, whispering in my ear what to say and what not to say during business hours, who then let me off the leash once the sun went down?

My oldest friend is still here, will be by my side on this wonderful journey till I clock off. My oldest friend has my eternal gratitude for persisting, for recognising my potential, for steering the wobbly boot, for stopping my heart from breaking too much, for egging me on when I thought it wasn't worth it, for growing up when I grew up.

Now we're swanning toward the twilight zone, we're eclectic and eccentric, neither heartbroken, blaming or jealous nor wanting more than what is now ... don't you wish my oldest friend was yours?

Write on Wednesday .... ooops it's Friday

So, how about you? Do you ever feel the need to jump start your writing? What drains the energy from your “writing mind”? What do you do when your creative battery dies?

Becca asks the above questions for this weeks Write on Wednesday ... here it is Friday, my creative mind's been flitting round all over the place. My creative mind isn't compartmentalised ... it's always on ... always planning, always creating ... only off when sleeping ... well sometimes!

The only drain of my energy from my "writing mind" is another project ... therefore I don't consider I need to jump start. Instead I need to have a chat to someone about giving me a few extra hours in the day ... this one is too darn short.

If my creative battery dies well I proclaim you'll all be very tipsy or drunk (you know who you are) at the very large wake that'll be happening when I go to the big creating heaven in the sky.

I've not been dormant this week, there's plenty happening, stuff - even real life often get's in the way of writing. That doesn't mean it's not happening in my head, in my notebook, whilst pounding this keyboard, cleaning those antique buttons, cutting out the next handbags to create, challenging Miss Blossom to befriend her cousin Tallulah Belle who's coming to stay next weekend, organising workshops, ducking into the library, expanding my attached to this chair girth whilst trawling the net ... or could it be ... while I'm attending a doctors appointment, the physiotherapist, the psychologist, the pharmacy, the supermarket, garage sales and op shoppes ... which poses the question am I a writer or a dabbler ... I'm here aren't I?

Manic Monday #124

Who would you like to see on a new banknote (dollar bill, etc.)? The Cat in the Hat.

If you were reincarnated as some other plant or animal, what would it be? A black widow spider.

If you owned your own restaurant, what would you call it? If you ever have that dream seek psychiatric assistance! It's hard work, long hours and destroys your soul worrying about bums on seats ... the majority of diners are a$$holes and impossible to please ... been there, done that, successfully, never to be done again in this lifetime ... no that's not the name, that's the facts!

Unconscious Mutterings # 284

I say ... and you think ... ?

1. Notificaiton :: told

2. Cheat :: detest

3. Top Ten :: sez who?

4. Draft :: conscription

5. Unbelievable :: why?

6. Cheap :: thrills

7. Spontaneous :: dangerous

8. Harass :: harangue

9. Lipstick :: collar

10. Transpire :: happened

Read other mutterings here

Sunday Scribblings -~ Chance Encounter.

I've been flummoxed with this prompt. Will I, won't I, contribute this week? You see I don't believe in chance encounters. I believe mysterious, sudden and unexplained events happen in my life for a reason. For me there's no such thing as a coincidence or a chance encounter ... it's synchronicity, it's meant to be, it's planned to possibly teach me something, to maybe connect or lighten my soul, to give me strength for something greater.

Even in the face of a trauma for me it makes no sense to dwell on the negative, to look to blame, what's done is done and who suffers by going on about it? Life is too precious. What happens happens. Of course everything in life isn't going to be peaches and cream. Whether good or not so good it's better to learn from the experience, the catastrophe, the encounter? From a bad situation make the necessary changes to not repeat what might have caused that particular drama ... and get on with life!

Wonderful things happen to me every day. Recently on a new writers site I wrote I was enthused about getting back to writing and contemplated beginning another writing dedicated blog. I took a break, trawled round the net, found a site where a free blog template competition was offered, I entered, I won. I put it out there. My problem with the original blog description was solved, my motivation was given a new spark, it wasn't a chance encounter it was meant to be.

It's happened not facing this screen too. We've lived across the road from each other for yonks, we're so alike it's scarey, we're like two peas in a pod, totally independent, totally content with our lots, we don't suffer fools, our cats are our darlings, we're both writers, collectors, scroungers, cynics, with no excess baggage, not looking for a new friend ... but kindred spirits have collided ... not by a chance encounter ... it's synchonicity it's meant to be! I'm blessed.

le Tour de France 2008

One of the worlds greatest sporting events le Tour de France begins today July 5, 2008 in Brittany.

A total of ten Aussies are competing with two Cadel Evans (pictured) and Robbie McEwan, who named his son Ewan McEwan, don't you love that (will the boy) ... headline a Belgium team ... we can still cheer Aussie, Aussie, Aussie Oi, Oi, Oi,.

Cadel Evans rode to second place, only 23 seconds behind the winner, last year and is tipped to win this year 2008, the media pressure must be immense for him.

Read the complete list of teams and riders here.

I'm off to follow le Tour via SBS live coverage for the next three weeks at 10pm ... to marvel at the stamina of the cyclists, the gorgeous countryside and the enthusiasm of the spectators ... and right now to hear the occasional bagpiper of Brittany playing by the roadside. le Tour is in Brittany for three days ... oh to be there ... more late nights ahead ... vive le Tour.

Photo of Cadel Evans courtesy Sydney Morning Herald -read more.

Photohunt 117 - POINTED.

The topic for Photohunt 117 is POINTED ...

I pointed my camera to the sky and what did I see ... is that the face of a squirrel, Mickey Muse or something not so cute?

Write on Wednesday ...

Becca asks about our Editor ::
How about you? Are you ever assailed with self doubt about your writing ability, or about the reasons for writing at all? Do you “follow yourself around nagging and suggesting and complaining”? What are some of the negative things your Editor tells you? What could your Editor say to be more encouraging? How do you encourage yourself to keep practicing the craft of writing?

OK silly me took this the wrong way. I assumed Becca was referring to people who had the services of a real, living, Editor ... I took it as bringing an exclusivity to WoW ... what a twat I was.

Of course Becca was referring to the editor inside, the one that tortures us, questions meaning, motive, point of view, grammar and intent ... amongst a zillion other off putting queries ... got it!

My editor wrangles with me over everything I pound out. My editor is fair, doesn't berate me, makes me see my errors. You see I'm blessed! Seriously ... someone watches over me, guiding me, reminding me and disuading me from going too far, being too emotional, not being objective and most of all being too wordy.

Anyone who's not been assailed with self doubt is having a lend of themself. Reasons for writing would surely be different, personal and unique. Nagging, suggesting and complaining don't apply around here, similarly negativity isn't permitted.

My editor is encouraging, it's me that's the hard task master, I'm forever being told "stop being so hard on yourself" ... I'm renowned for being my own worst enemy. Committment is my encourager. If I say I'm going to do it then I follow through ... unless I get hit by a car!

Writing for me is cathartic, writing get's the crap out of my head and makes room for more thoughts, ideas and projects to incubate. Writing isn't a chore it's a love. My downfall is I have the motivation but lack the intention, that's why groups like this and / or set projects and / or deadlines are perfect.

Give me a deadline, a dare, a task and I'll follow through ... of course I'll be burning the midnight oil, slogging away at the eleventh hour. Thankfully my editor hasn't realised that if I'm left to my own devices I'll meander along the twelve lane highway in my head then all and more get started but nothing gets finished. Let's keep this our secret ... lets allow the frustrated procrastinator to reign for a while longer ... OK?

Elderly driver mayhem ... stop them now.

Todays Sydney Daily Telegraph gives a graphic report on an accident caused by an 82 year old driver that I've copied below ...

THE debate on licence tests for elderly drivers reignited yesterday after an 82-year-old woman lost control of her car and ploughed into five pedestrians, including a four-month-old baby.
The renewed calls came as it emerged that the same elderly driver involved in yesterday's dramatic crash on High St, Penrith, was in a similar accident just two weeks ago in the same location. The RTA last year promised to review driving laws governing the elderly after four people died in accidents caused by elderly drivers.
Currently, drivers aged over 85 must take a driving test every two years, while other changes to take effect next year include reducing the annual medical check-up from 80 to 75 to pick up issues such as dementia and deteriorating eyesight earlier.
A scheme of voluntary driver assessment will also be introduced to allow older drivers to get their skills checked through driving training groups such as the NRMA.
But Pedestrian Council of NSW chairman Harold Scruby said the yet-to-be introduced measures did not go far enough.
"A vast majority of crashes occur within a very close proximity to the driver's own home . . . you can either drive or you can't," Mr Scruby said.
A young father carrying his four-month-old son copped the brunt of yesterday's crash after being pinned up against a shopfront window.
The 32-year-old managed to hold his son above his body before a female bystander took the crying infant from his arms and to safety.
The man's parents, who were pushing the empty pram, were also seriously injured and were last night in a critical condition in hospital.
Witnesses said it was the second time in weeks the same driver and car - a white Honda sedan - had been involved in an accident.
In yesterday's crash, police said the car had been travelling east along Union St when it struck a pedestrian island and accelerated left into Woodriff St, before hitting a Mercedes van.
The Honda then crossed an intersection into High St where it struck a Subaru travelling west.
It then careered onto a footpath, hitting two street benches and five pedestrians as well as the shopfront.
A 34-year-old man sustained minor injuries while the four family members were transported to Nepean Hospital.
They included the 32-year-old father with a broken leg, and his parents, a 50-year-old woman with a serious head injury and a 52-year-old male with a head injury and a broken foot.
The driver was also in Nepean Hospital with a suspected fractured spine.
The three adults were scheduled for surgery while the infant, suffering abrasions and a possible spinal injury, was transferred to the Children's Hospital at Westmead for observation.
Witness Lisa Hall, 40, narrowly avoided being another victim.
"They flew up in the air like rag dolls, they flew up like putty," Ms Hall said. "There was blood running out down the street and everyone was screaming for an ambulance.
"All I saw was the empty mangled pram and I was worried about what happened to that baby."
Police will examine CCTV footage of the incident.
Real estate agent Michael Ball said it wasn't the first time the elderly driver had had an accident at the intersection. She swiped one of his staff's vehicles a couple of weeks ago, he said "I recognise her and the car from two weeks ago when she hit one of my staff members cars and took off," he said.
A spokesman for Roads Minister Eric Roozendaal said there had been extensive community input into the new measures governing elderly drivers.

Readers of this blog will know why this report upsets me.

This year on March 28 while crossing a major Sydney road I was hit by a driver who it turns out was born in 1921 - she's 87 years old!!!

OK, OK, the doo gooders of the universe have and will berate me as to why old people shouldn't drive. Well ... check the reflexes of your nearest and dearest, no matter 65 or 95, then judge for yourself as to whether they should be behind the wheel of a motor vehicle.

Don't give me that crap about they deserve their independance. If they're on a restricted licence as most elderly drivers are then what is the point??

Shopping ... that's rubbish in the days of shopping on line, community groups who provide shopping services, major supermarkets where you can phone in your order and have it delivered for $10. Don't tell me $10 is too expensive, compared to the cost of insurance, registration, upkeep of the motor vehicle and petrol, plus the safety of people like me crossing the road ... isn't it worth ten bucks?

Sydney has a super public transport system, with a concession card you're able to travel all day for $2.50 on any government run transport ... isn't that safer than some old darling getting behind the wheel of a car and causing mayhem?

Sorry older drivers but I'm on a mission - my life has changed considerably for the worse because of some 87 year old darling who claims I walked into her car ... what, I went out that day specifically looking for a moving motor vehicle to walk in to? Gimmee a break, I'm a lifetime, careful, pedestrian.

I want to see the laughable laws changed. More frequent testing, more checks on medical backgrounds of these people, once someone has undergone majory surgery a licence check before they get behind the wheel is imperative ... I can think of plenty more reasons.

I don't drive, you don't need to when you live in Sydney ... I don't want to see any more people's lives ruined because of elderly selfishness ... you can't disagree with that surely ... remember Sophie Delezio?

Taaaa Daaaaaaaaaaa look at my new blog ...

I am one very happy, very grateful blogger to Agi @ Grumpy Cow for creating the stunning template.

Bamboozled with ideas, the notion of collage of my personal treasures ... well it says it all doesn't it?

About the title "I'm Over It" ... during my blogging time life's changed, values, traditions and irksome things and people have changed too. Actually my life is irk-free ... hence the change in the title. Yep I'm over being over it ... however the much loved, frequently used saying remains! Some things change but when I'm over it - I'm over it!

Don't forget if you'd like a blog change Agi the girl to talk to, she's patient, generous and most of all extremely talented ... you'd be silly if you went anywhere else!

Ten on Tuesday - 10 Favourite Sports to Play/Watch.

TEN Favourites sports to play or watch ... my playing days are gone but love to watch ;)

1. Horse racing

2. Rugby League - State of Origin ... GO Queensland / BRONCO's

3. Commonwealth Games - all sports

5. Olympc Games - all sports

6. Friday night trots - horses

7. Surf Life Saving Carnivals

8. Bagging a Bargain - that's sport isn't it ... the race to be first, then the scrum?

9. Cockroach Races

10. Any sport where Australia is being represented ... televised no matter what time of the day or night, I'm there.

New look blog is on the way

The gorgeous, generous Agi @ Grumpy Cow is working on my new look blog ...

BUT

go visit her site she's offering ... here ... go on, you won't regret it !!!

Manic Monday #123

What sound or noise do you love?
Hearing the voice of someone I love.

What sound or noise do you hate?
People on mobile phones in a public place.

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
New York Times #1 best selling author.

What profession would you not like to do?
A Proctologist

Read more Monday'ers here