Archive | June, 2014

feeling flushed…

19 Jun

I’ve mentioned in the past my delight at  noticing the curious words in my world… you know the ones that pop in your face as you go about your daily business…. street signs, advertising, graffiti, number plates…the funny flushthings, the incorrect spelling and the  cryptic messages.

But today I was struck by the number of signs in one toilet cubicle, reminding me how to complete my visit . Nothing clever or cryptic …. just completely bizarre.

This was no public facility, it was a staff loo in a not-to-busy office block… yet there were 3 large laminated messages staring me in the face reminding me to ‘check behind me’….’leave the toilet as I would like to find it’… and  to ‘flush’…I would have though it comes naturally for most people most of the time…. but clearly not !!!

I wonder why the sign poster would think that THREE signs will be more effective for the offender than just one??? or do three sign constitute yelling?  I was actually tempted me to walk out without pushing that magic little button at all just to show them a lesson.. because I just can’t stand nagging.



from the cradle to the grave…

18 Jun

It’s been said many times that small babies and our very elderly have a lot in common…and before I go on I must point out that I mean no disrespect to our much loved old folk…I am merely making an observation (about myself).keepcup

That observation is… that I suck when it comes to drinking from a feeding cup …and despair that in the future I may need to use one.

Here’s the thing… These days is is commonplace to grab a coffee on the run. In order to at least feel a little environmentally responsible, I carry my re-usable coffee cup rather than use the take away cup on offer… however I struggle to drink from it without wearing at least some of my ‘extra hot, double-shot, decaf, skim milk cappuccino’.

Let me explain… The lids of the ‘throwaway’ variety have a decent spout which helps to control the flow… but my reusable  ‘KeepCup’ has no such thing and I dribble …frequently. The lid has a small hole through which to sip, but the lip of the cup is missing too, doing nothing to enhance the drinking experience. Apart from the potential to scald oneself, there is also the frequent chin wiping (and associated make-up removal)  and risk of coffee stains on my clothes.

So, while I will persevere and put in plenty of practice before my time comes to check into a nursing home …I would just give a shout out to any ‘sustainable coffee cup designers’ who may be reading this and strongly recommend the reintroduction of the humble spout, for those of us who are  challenged when it comes to drinking our coffee on the run.



like a drip … I perform better under pressure…

17 Jun


As I have admitted several times of the past 173 posts…I am a procrastinator! there you go, one more time for the record… I PROCRASTINATE !!! 

I’m not proud of it… but hey, I’m not an axe murderer, it’s just that the more time there is to get things done the longer I leave them.  I’m not scared of hard work  or putting in the effort … I just tend to leave things until the death knell …repeatedly (but never seem to learn).

I know I’m not alone, and this behaviour will be familiar to many of you; but today I was thinking how completely opposite that is to my dear departed Mum. She was so organised and planned  that she would have birthday card and presents bought and wrapped about a month before they were needed…         (“you never know what might happen so you need to be prepared” ).… and she wasn’t even a Girl Guide !! Whereas me ?? well unless something shouts ‘BUY ME FOR… insert name here…’. then I’m very guilty of last minute shopping… BUT shopping is easily solved.

It’s things like doing the ironing as we’re getting dressed and running out the door …or finishing the painting before the guests arrive, that are slightly more problematic…. not to mention finishing this assignment.

YEP, the one that I’m writing now on another screen….(It’s not that I’m not enjoying the subject, I just keep procrastinating and finding distractions).

Today I took a couple of hours off work to get stuck into it. So far I’ve prepared dinner, cleaned the bathroom, checked the news, played my scrabble moves, posted on a forum, downloaded some photos and played with the dogs ….and NOW I’m writing to you!

But here’s the thing … I know all the tips, and would be a fabulous coach to anyone studying. I would be full of sage advice on planning and pacing oneself for the long haul … I think it’s a classic case of “physician heal thyself”…

At least my job here is done for the day ~ my daily ramble is written so it’s time to switch screens and actually get stuck into it…after all it was due a week ago! My very generous professor gave me an extension after my trip to hospital…along with the words “just get it to me when you can”…oh dear if only she knew!


damned if you do and damned if you don’t….

16 Jun

As the ill wind of winter blows it’s hard to know which way to duck to avoid the dreaded lurgy.  Now, while we Aussies can’t begin to appreciate a real  winter like our northern friends…we still have our fair share of coughs, colds and achy bits….and herein lies the problem…. At what point do we stay away from work?

Every day I have at least one person ask me when I lost my voice…(as they take a step back in horror and coldcover their mouth). When I respond with “oh… about 8 years ago… their tune changes and curiosity peaks; but the thought that I would dare come to work IF I was suffering from some sort of “bug” is clearly not too popular…. Bringing me back to the issue of ‘damned if you do and damned if you don’t’.

If you stay away people talk about you having ‘time off’ and letting the team down…..but if you go to the office they talk about you for ‘sharing the bugs’….So as far as I can see the only answer is to ‘mask up and suck it up’ (either that…, or work from home all winter).



that feeling when ….

15 Jun

…you hit the send button on an SMS or email message… and realise that you’ve sent it to the wrong person (or it vanishes and you’re left sweating and wondering where the hell it ended up).wrong email

While I have really embraced the world of ‘e-communication’… I have also learned the hard way that even one second of inattention, can wind up landing you in embarrassing …or downright difficult situations.

oopsI’m sure we have all found ourselves wanting to jump into the monitor and retrieve the message as it navigates its way to wherever messages go before landing with a ‘chime’ in someone’s inbox…gulp.

Now, we all know that  ‘snail mail’ was not immune…  but the big difference was that you had time to think about a course of action… (whether plotting some Postman bribery or  arrange an intercept from the recipients post box… you at least had a second chance)…but ‘e-communication’ is SO instant and so easily forwarded elsewhere as evidence of your stupidity.

Last week I  had a couple of near misses…. mostly harmless… but it doesn’t always work out to be quite that lucky… If only all devices were fitted with an

 ‘oh crap…I changed my mind’ button.


please excuse me…

14 Jun


~too busy celebrating 120 years worth of birthdays ~

50 something but not dead yet

120 years young…

13 Jun

It’s Friday 13th, and all things considered it’s been a good day.

I am excited to report to those who have been following my vocal challenge, that I have more consistent voice today than I can remember having in years…. Now that may not seem TOO exciting to others … BUT for me it’s like winning the lottery !!! I think we can safely say that the most recent  procedure (see “ice cream fixes everything” a couple of weeks back) has been a modest success.

But tonight I am giving it some serious rest… because tomorrow we need to party …TWICE !!

We will be celebrating 120 years of life ~ 60 at lunchtime then another 60 in the evening (I’m feeling  tired already) … but it suddenly struck me today “how on earth did I get to have friends who are turning SIXTY”?

mum n dad

I remember when my Mum and Dad were 60  … Mum with her compulsory curly perm and Dad in his grey ‘slacks’ and cardi. They were sensible and responsible… and ‘oh-so-old’ ….(talking pension plans and false teeth)… a far cry from our ‘new-age 60 year olds who are  still deciding what they want to do when they grow up.

Wishing happy beginnings to my 2 fabulous  Hexagenarian friends

(remember…you’re 60 something …but you’re not dead yet)





12 Jun

Lately I have been noticing domain names popping up all over the place … people promoting their web address anywhere that it can be seen. It seems that the days of having your company name and phone number have gone in favour of the one click web address…. BUT today  I was driving behind a car with a very long and confusing word salad on the back window … and while I was trying to decipher it, I couldn’t help but wonder what they were thinking.

Taken out of context…(and minus any form of punctuation) they are both amusing and confusing… I mean where DOES one word stop and the next one start?

think about ….

Pen Island (custom pen manufacture)

Experts Exchange (professional job placement)

Choose Spain (travel site)

Teachers Talking (language support for teachers)

mmm I reckon it might just pay to throw in a full-stop here and there.



please explain …

11 Jun

If the plural of fish is fish ~  why is the plural of dish, dishes ?

(50Something and still solving the big issues)


3 strikes…

10 Jun

Funny how suddenly out of the blue you can have a bizarre and strange run of good luck…luck

This time last week I was feeling more than a little ‘blah’ then it all changed … I opened my on-line scrabble game and my tiles had been dealt spelling me a 7 letter word without any need for thinking… SCORE !!! 100points !

Next day I put on a jacket to find $20 in the pocket…obviously tucked away safely since last winter…SCORE!!! $20 !

Finally, last night cleaning the accumulated road-rip rubbish from the floor of the car after our weekend away,  I reach under the seat to discover my work I.D badge that’s been lost for months …SCORE !!! (priceless given the hospital security that’s encoded…and my devastation at the thought of needing to report it lost…oops).

I wonder if I should buy a lottery ticket ?