Monday, April 29, 2013

Scattergories

I'm not sure what made me think of it, but yesterday I was remembering a couple of different games of Scattergories I've played in the past, and how the game often ends up involving heated debates, mild racism, swearing and of course, much hilarity.
 
There are two such occasions I was pondering, one game with a group of friends, one with family.
 
The first memorable game was played with old friends and some new acquaintances. Now, in this situation, it can be hard to gage what these said-acquaintances will find humorous and what might touch a nerve.  It's fair to say my good friends understand my sense of humour, but I often receive looks of astonishment at some of the things I say, even when they are merely matter-of-fact statements, not meant to offend.
 
So the category was 'Things that are black', and the letter? O. The first thing to come to my mind? Oprah.
 
So I wrote it down, and when it came time to read out our answers and I said it out loud to the group, everyone was a little bit shocked but ended up doing that uncomfortable laughter thing that often happens at a funeral when someone says something inappropriate during a eulogy. So I was feeling slightly on guard, but technically, Oprah is a valid answer to said question. Imagine my delight, then, when another player mentioned they had also written Oprah for that category! No points there.
 
The other game involved my brother, nanna, auntie and cousin. The thing about playing a board game or cards with my nanna is, she is inevitably going to win. The phrase, as cunning as a shit-house rat comes to mind.

Some things are as predictable as the sun coming up in the morning, and nanna jumping and screaming every time the Scattergories buzzer goes off is one of them. So we are about halfway through a game, and the category is body parts, letter G.
 
We all start saying how it was challenging coming up with a body part starting with G, I had written gallbladder, my cousin had written genitals, and then my brother read what he had written. Gunt. (If you don't know what a gunt is, I'm not going to tell you here. Be resourceful, but careful when googling.)
 
Myself, my auntie and my cousin all immediately roared with laughter, mainly because of how inappropriate it was to be talking about gunts in front of my nanna. Nanna, by the way, hadn't heard what my brother had said, so she was sitting there saying, "What's so funny?", which of course, made it even more hilarious.
 
I have a hunch no one in my family will ever win an award for political correctness.
 
 
 
 

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Don't Think Big, Think Small

In particular, Heather Small.

A clip from what I call my favourite television show at the moment, Miranda.


Friday, April 26, 2013

Frogs

Ribbit, ribbit, croak
No, ribbit, ribbit, ribbit
Do it my way please

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Essence

One of my favourite things at the moment is my Giving Key, which I received last week after ordering online.
 
If you haven't heard of The Giving Keys, they employ people transitioning out of homelessness to engrave recycled keys that get sold and shared. Each key necklace is unique, and carries a message like HOPE, STRENGTH, DREAM or COURAGE. When the person wearing the necklace meets someone they think needs the message on the key, they give it away then tell their story on the Giving Keys website.

I have been working with a life coach for the past two months, and one of the first things we worked on was determining my essence.


Your essence can be described as a way of being. These are the qualities you naturally bring into every room, even when you’re nervous, shy, scared or worried. Those qualities, that way of being, shows up no matter what you do. My coach has written a sweet post about it here, so check it out if you have the time.

It's much harder than you think to simply be in your essence all of the time, so I got a Giving Key engraved with the word 'ESSENCE' to wear and remind me to be wit, connection, warmth, peace and wisdom during the times I fall into my survival mechanisms way of being.
 
I look forward to the day when I no longer need constant reminding of this message, and I can give this key to someone who needs some inspiration to share their essence with the world.

Monday, April 22, 2013

Leave It To Beaver

Things you'd never find while going for a stroll by a river in Australia - a beaver jaw.

A bit random, a bit cool, and quite disgusting.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

What A Difference A Day Makes

Just when you maybe think spring has really sprung, this happens.



Monday, April 1, 2013

An Open Letter


Dear room-mate,

I want to thank you for the past six months. During the time we have lived together, you've not only been welcoming and engaging, you've been kind, considerate and basically, perfect.

What do I love about you? I just can’t narrow it down. A stand-out, though, is your radiant smile. When you walk into a room it simply lights up, and your effervescent glow is shared with everyone you encounter. In fact, I would even go so far as to say this smile of yours is something you’re renowned for.

Can we talk for a moment about your popularity? Everywhere I turn I find people singing your praises. I'm genuinely astonished you haven’t yet been given an honorary sainthood. I'm sure it’s only a matter of time. When I think about all the qualities I long to possess, I simply look to you. You are the epitome of grace, humility, love, kindness and generosity of heart and spirit.

I've never heard you speak a bad word about anyone on purpose, and if something happens to slip out by accident, you admonish yourself repeatedly until you finally come to terms with the fact you may actually have a flaw. Never fear my dear, it is minor. 

Something people often overlook is your sense of pride. Never have I met a person so fastidious in maintaining not only their personal appearance, but also their home. It is like I've been living in an advertisement for a display home, in a place always scrubbed clean to within an inch of it's life lest a magazine photographer turn up at the spur of the moment to get pictures for the next edition of House & Home. 

Honestly though, it's the little things I'll miss terribly. Like the way you would always offer to take the garbage out when it got full, or the way you would clean the bathroom without being asked, or all the times you got home in the wee hours of the morning and crept in quiet as a mouse in an effort not to wake me. And then there's the way you would always say hello and ask me how my day was, even if you were struggling yourself.
 
From the bottom of my heart, I say thank you. There hasn't been another like you who has had such a profound impact on my life, and I don't know if there will be again. 

Love,

Belinda