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what’s the parson got to do with it?
23 May
Generally speaking my choice in food is fairly healthy… but my one real weakness is the chooks bum… parson’s nose…sultan’s nose …pope’s nose (or “pygostyle” to be formal).
Call it what you will …there is nothing better that that tender juicy (and oh so fatty) little bulge at the chooks vents. …. as long as it is extra well cooked and crunchy on the outside.
BUT I have a problem….
…you see, the local BBQ chicken store seems to lose a lot of bums. I have no idea where they go ( UNLESS there is someone in the shop that loves them too …and perhaps helps them to fall off during the rotisserie process). 
It’s become so ridiculous that I now ask for a BBQ Chicken “with a bum.. please”.
This odd request is made even more amusing given my vocal challenge… 99% of the time I am asked to repeat myself…but I never know if it is difficulty understanding me or understanding why I would be making such an odd request.
I know that they are not good for me … but it’s one small indulgence, that is not only tasty, but somehow provides a degree of illicit amusement. They never ever make it all the way home without being eaten in the solitude of my car (but shhhhh… don’t tell anyone)
it’s all in the ‘ism’…
21 MayNow… I know that I made a commitment to this blog not becoming a whingefest nor a place for negativity … but rather a lighthearted look at some of the more amusing aspects of human behaviour and daily life.
So I will keep this brief…..
I feel like this week has been full of cynicism, scepticism and pessimism.
If you look at local (Australian) politics over this past week …it is completely understandable … BUT… I feel like it’s permeating each and every conversation and even impacting on normally balanced and healthy relationships.
It’s time to dig deep and find the optimism, positivism, idealism and enthusiasm (I know that’s an ‘asm ….but you get the picture).
We’re ‘a long time dead’ …so need to get on with it and suck up some ‘life-ism’ 
let them eat cake…
20 MaySitting in a cafe waiting for a friend and I stare in disbelief at those ‘perfect’ cakes in the rotating refrigerator. They looked amazing… almost TOO amazing…. like the goodies from the Cheesecake Shop only far more glamorous … How can they be so meticulously crafted ? (how can every one of them come out of the pan with straight sides and ironing board flat tops?).
Anyway .. back to the rotating fridge… I began to wonder how long they last? I’m sure I saw the exact same specimens in that glass display yesterday (and they were probably there the day before ~ but I wasn’t).
It got me wondering …. what IS the statute of limitations on a cafe cake? … and who has the job of actually disposing of something so luscious when it’s technically past it’s use-by date?
good luck ….
19 MayThose of you who have been keeping up with my daily nonsense will be aware of my fear around changing hairdressers…. this might just help you to understand the reason for some of my anxiety.
Now I didn’t set foot inside.. I just parked at the door… but hey if I was an Age Persioner I might just be tempted.
(my three favourite topics…hair…signage …and spelling errors… all in one post!)
same… same… but different
18 MayHow weird is it when you look across the room and see someone you know.. but you DON’T actually know them ?? It happened in a restaurant tonight ….just as I got excited and leapt up to say hi to my ‘friend’ I realised that it was not really her !!!
Feeling like a silly git, I sat back down… but soon got to wondering …do we really all have a doppleganger somewhere in the world as legend suggests?? and if so, would their parents and kids all look similar to ours?? and would their personalities be the same too ??? (I wonder if mine has a voice disorder? LOL)
Apparently in the old days it was a sign of pending doom to see the double of a family member…(sometimes it’s a sign of doom to see an actual family member…) but even worse luck to come face to face with a carbon copy of yourself….that’s just FREAKY ….!!
cheap at half the price…
17 MayWell it’s not too often that we can say that we’re pleasantly surprised with the cost of health care… BUT today I popped into a local massage practice to see what they could do for my “shampoo 
injured shoulder”….(yep that’s right ….muscle injury sustained while shampooing in the shower).
Anyway..after a good 30 mins of massage, complete with hot rocks and oil…I dressed and paid the bill to find the gap payment was a grand total of $3.00. ….less that the proposed gap payment for a visit to the GP (not that I want to get political …but all my Aussie friends will know what I am on about).
Don’t get me wrong here… I’m loving it… BUT I just don’t understand !!
the world according to Homer
16 MayThe whole concept of satellite navigation systems is hard for 
my tiny brain to grasp. I mean, who has the job of entering every new street and every building into the data base ?… and who teaches Siri (or in our case….Homer) how to say all these new names?
Homer Simpson has been living inside our tiny Tom Tom for years…He has steered us around town with remarkable accuracy…made small talk… and even ad libbed the odd joke (albeit with a really annoying voice)
… but HOW does he know where to go?
I just wonder ….?
haunted by a full moon…
15 May
Driving home tonight I looked up and saw the amazing full moon…. then thought to myself …mmm where else have I seen that today?
Not once or twice …but THREE times in the one day I have had ‘full moons’ inflicted on me in the form of oversized, white and very very hairy male buttocks. What’s with that???
The first was a large and lovely young man who was helping load some things into my 
car… As he bent into the back seat his ‘less-than-designer’ grey trakkie dacks crept waaay too low revealing waaay too much flesh and suggesting that there were no undies anywhere to be seen.
I soon got on with my day and headed to a meeting. There I met another ‘extra-generously’ proportioned young man who pulled up a chair to sit beside me. As he did HIS low-rise ill fitting jeans snuck well below his ‘crackline’ where they stayed for the entire gathering. (I must admit the ’50Something’ mother in me was just as worried 
about him being cold, as I was about his flesh oozing for the world to see).
Finally as I was heading back to the office, I passed a third heavyweight gent. He zipped past me on a motorbike with both cheeks hanging out and his jacket flapping in the wind…
It got me to wondering if this is some kind of sign … and if so what on this earth (or moon) it is???
wordswordswords
14 MayAs I have mentioned several times … I’m a ‘words’ person not a ‘numbers’ person.
So whenever I am out and about I can’t help but notice the them … signs, numberplates & adverts ….words are everywhere, and where they’re not there I make them up (sounding a bit like a Rainman now eh?) .
But I often wonder how many other people read what they THINK they see rather than what’s really there….you know like seeing ‘shopfitters’ …. but reading ‘shoplifters’ ???.. go on admit it, you know you do…(I hope).
These days though, there is the added challenge of working out cryptic business names…. you know the ones that someone (often when they were drunk) thought were really ‘funny’ or clever names and they turn out to be completely obscure or lame in the light of day.
My favourites are the ones that run the words together into one long nonsensical word. Not like a portmanteaus which can be clever (think ‘labradoodle’ or ‘californication’) ….but more like a wordsaladorjumblewordstryingtopull them apart at the right spot to see what is actually there.
Today I followed billthewindowman.. and had myself convinced that it was something to do with a blind woman… mmm I wonder how much business you get if people can’t figure what your name is?
Wonder Years 