liar liar …pants on fire …
20 FebSo what’s the deal these days on profile pics ?
I know we all want to be seen in our best light, but I’m beginning to think that there should be a statute of limitations on the age of the photo allowed to be used in any public arena…I really feel for any ’50 something’ who is facing the online dating scene…, when the image of the ‘wannabe’ is potentially so out of date.
Today I had cause to meet a (real) guy that I have met online (fake guy) a year ago.
From the email exchange (and the profile pic attached to it ) I had created an image of this person … and lets just say …he was a million miles from that.
In my case there was NEVER any romantic intention in this meeting…it was a purely professional interaction but very very weird never the less!! I couldn’t stop looking at him and wondering “how long ago WAS that photo taken?” and it got me thinking about the hilarious stories of some single friends who are doing the online dating thing …. wow they’re brave.
I managed to stay focussed on our discussion and get passed thinking ‘liar… liar’ … but made a mental note to self ….. no photos over 12 mths old!!
birds of a feather…
18 FebWhat’s with birds today ? …. I mean, really ??? What ARE
they trying to tell me?
Driving to work, I passed 2 dead on the side of a country lane. I guess that in itself is not so unusual … but as l took notice of their ruffled feathers I wondered how on earth the TWO had managed to meet an untimely end together.
A few hours later in the day I was in the car again, and suddenly I was swooped by a bunch of Cockatoos …One rather large one flew straight at the windscreen, scaring the daylights (and a whole lot more) out of me and my passengers. How it managed to redirect its course at the last minute still makes me wonder… BUT thank goodness it did, or I may not be writing this tonight (no wonder they die on the roads).
Now wait…, there’s more….
Driving home along THE SAME country laneway as the morning’s discovery, I saw a small van in front of me, suddenly showered in feathers… clearly it had struck yet another a bird. Thankfully I didn’t see the end result of that one.
I know it’s all very weird… and not necessarily even blogworthy, BUT what is even MORE weird is that I wrote about the same small feathered creatures almost exactly one year ago!! doo-doo-doo (check out the post on 14th Feb 2013)
Now I’m not suggesting that any, or all of this is a ‘sign’…. but you’ve gotta agree it’s pretty darn odd.
some days it sucks to be a frog…
17 FebDriving to work minding my own business this morning and something very odd caught my eye. As the car in the next lane passed, I saw what looked like a leaf poking out the crease of the back side door; so after deciding it was no big deal, I continued to daydream and drive on.

That is…UNTIL the traffic slowed a little, and I found myself alongside the car. I looked closer and the leaf started to wriggle. Trying not to run up the back of the car in front, I was soon close enough to identify the suspicious site as a small tree frog that was trapped by his (or her… I’m not real good a sexing frogs on the move) left foot.
WHAT SHOULD I DO ??
Feeling compelled to do SOMETHING I try to get the driver’s attention. I wound the window down and tried to yell across to him…a big ask for anyone at 40kph …but without a voice it was just NEVER gonna work.
Next, I thought I would jump out and run to his window when the traffic was held up. But I began to imagine how he might react to a ‘crazy voiceless woman’ running between the traffic and up to his window to say there is a frog hanging out of his door.
Clearly I thought about it a minute too long and the traffic began to flow.
So…I just headed to work, feeling a little sad but amused by the thought of the little guy hanging on for the ride of his life. Wherever he is tonight, I’d reckon he has one very sore foot. … It’s days like this I’m glad I’m not a frog.
the lost art of ironing
16 FebWhen I think back to my childhood, I remember the laundry being a feature of Mum’s life, something she took great pride in. Getting things soaked, washed, hung out to dry, back in and ironed all in the one day was a marathon that she ran with ease…. often competing with my live-in Nan for the gold medal.
So why is it that staying on top of the ironing is such a hurdle for me ?? …how DID I miss out on the ironing gene?
I go through fits and starts… but anyone who knows me well, knows that there will always be one (if not two) baskets of clothes tucked away in the laundry somewhere waiting on their turn to be pressed and returned to their spot in the wardrobe.
Not really a big deal, until … 5 minutes before time to walk out the door ‘Mr 50 Something’ has his heart set on wearing a particular shirt …and it’s nowhere to be found.Chaos ensues and stress levels rise, until ‘said shirt’ is discovered in last month’s ironing pile …then the trusty appliance is heated and creases vanished, by which time we are running late. ….again!
Where’s Mum when I need her ? …
my Saturday evening post ….
15 Feb
mmmmm, so what do YOU all have planned ?
I wonder just how many ‘baby boomers’ were conceived after a night like like this ???
the advantage of acne…..
14 FebAs some of you know (and for those who don’t… I’ll tell you) 2 weeks ago I had a call to say I WON …repeat WON… a trip to New York City !!!!! (courtesy of the Sydney Opera House).
How awesome is that ?
So …. the arrangements are all coming together beautifully and easily (with the Opera House staff taking control) however the one thing that I need to arrange is travel insurance …. (funny really since they are paying, but hey, stick with me on this).
I do the obligatory on-line research and start the comparison of value for money…bla bla bla.
Then suddenly I am stopped in my tracks. NOT because of ‘exclusions’ …. BUT because of automatic ‘inclusions’.
I quickly discover that I am covered (‘at no extra cost’) for ACNE and MENOPAUSE!!! how generous!
Given that we are both ’50 something’ …I’m guessing that acne is not likely to be a HUGE consideration…. but ‘MENOPAUSE’ ??? oh my goodness do they think I’m going to make a claim for hot flushes? sleeplessness? brain fog?…. or just being grumpy.
…come to think of it …..maybe … just maybe!
up-selling gone crazy …when is enough enough??
13 FebToday our dear old pooch underwent surgery for a blocked gland below her jaw.
At 14 she really does bear a striking resemblance to a little old lady (some would say she is very like my MIL… both in nature and appearance) with slow gait and arthritic hips, she waddles around as deaf as a post, but is seemingly content in her own world.
Sadly, recent months have seen her struggle to swallow and a large blocked gland was soon found to be the culprit. So … a month ago the first intervention was to drain it; a temporary fix for the bargain basement price of $300.
Following the surgery we were offered a permanent cure but involved radical surgery and a starting bill of $3000…. (gulp…NO Medicare on this one)
Instead of rushing in, we chose to take a few weeks and watch how she went …but lo and behold it returned as predicted and soon she was struggling to eat again. So, at this point we were presented with an alternative option…a modified, ‘budget’ procedure which would make her comfortable for ONLY $1000…. or so we thought.
When my 50something husband checked her into the clinic for the procedure this morning, he was stunned to be upsized with a range of ‘optional medical extras’ …procedures and equipment that one would normally expect were the domain and decision of the operating Vet.
- Would you like her to have a blood test while she is ‘under’? (extra cost of $85) Seriously?? How the hell would we know?
- Would you like her to have IV fluids during or after the surgery? (extra cost of $45) but AGAIN how the hell would we know? Isn’t that the Vet’s decision?
- And so it went … in total , seven ‘up-sell’ opportunities as the cash register goes Cha Ching..and our $1000 quote suddenly looks more like $1500 and rising.
Still …..she is home again, and just think how much we saved from that first quote …. It just make me wonder about the McDonalds approach to surgery…..”would you like fries with that?”
cashing in on Cupid
12 FebWhen did Valentines Day become reason for yet another ‘sale’ ?
Like many of you (I’m guessing)… every single day my inbox fills with ‘special deals’…, ‘offers too good to refuse’…, ‘bargains’ and ‘golden opportunities’. I quickly scan before highlighting blocks of them and hitting the all powerful ‘delete’ button.
Very occasionally, my attention is captured and I can’t resist being drawn in …perhaps even buying the odd dinner deal or gift voucher. BUT, these last few days have seen Valentine’s Day specials popping up all over the place. Discount gifts to express your love… delivered to your door at the click of a button.
Tell me ….what Valentine in his/her right mind would buy you a new set of saucepans?? …or pavement cleaning?? …and why is 14th Feb the time to “get romantic in a new pair of heels” ? LOL the mind boggles at that one.
I’m just wondering what marketing giant thought up these crazy gift ideas?
IF you really feel compelled to tell someone you care… go and buy a Hallmark greeting card (or you could sms, tweet, facebook, facetime, skype or instagram them).
Finally here’s a tip from this ’50 something’ cupid…DON’T go the saucepans, or you could end up wearing them.











