In 1997, Governor-General Sir William Deane issued a proclamation formally declaring 11 November to be Remembrance Day, urging all Australians to observe one minute’s silence at 11 am on 11 November each year to remember those who died or suffered for Australia’s cause in all wars and armed conflicts.
We will remember them
The Year Of Me is more difficult for the people around me than it is for me.
Sometimes people will want you to change. They will tell you how they want you to be. They will call it growing up or making progress or something like that. They will use words like “Assertive” “Honest” “Open” in combination with “be more”..
When you do what they want, they quickly discover that what they actually wanted was for you to stay the same. And then they get all bent out of shape because you did what they asked you to do and became who they said they wanted you to be!
So, what does Me do when that happens? Does Me turn back the clock and go back to who Me was before, or does Me say to that person.. get used to this Me, forget the old Me.
I’m not going back. No way. No how. I’m feeling comfortable in this new skin. This is who I am now. :)
When we moved house we left a lot of things behind. It was an interstate move and expensive removalist wise, so much junk was thrown out. We’ve been here a year and four months now and just a few weeks ago I found the last of the missing items I couldn’t find anywhere – all my sequins. For your enjoyment, here is a photo of the found sequins. Click the image for a little larger view.
But now it’s turning cold here, and somehow my leggins have gone missing. I think it is redcap‘s fault, because just after I conducted a search for the leggins, I came back here to find this post from redcap in which she says “There’s no reason why I can’t rid the world of skanky footless tights, if I concentrate hard enough.”
The other half agrees with you about leggins – I think he threw all mine out when I wasn’t looking – and in fact so do I really however I like to wear them *under* things (especially jeans when you go fishing or something) when it’s really cold and I had this one pair, they weren’t made out of lycra but a different material which was warm and soft and really comfortable. I bought them sooo long ago that it was back in the days when I lived with my parents which is at least 10 years, and Supre had just one factory outlet in Adelaide, and Supre made decent long lasting clothes for real sized women instead of tiny clothes for skanky ho’s which seems to be the market they are going after these days.
So now I sit here, freezing, with the heater on which is chewing up electricity, and no idea where those leggins have gone.
And even worse, the knowledge that shopping will now have to be attempted to purchase new ones which will never even begin to replace the ones which have quietly vanished. I hate shopping. And I have to get a haircut now that it is so cold. I hate not being able to go to my old hairdresser.
Come back, Leggins, come back..
I’m sure many of you heard of todays plane crash in Indonesia.
It’s an unpleasant fact of life that sometimes, planes do fall out of the sky. Which is why anytime I go to get on one, I am constantly amazed at how unprepared people are for the possibility of what might happen. They ignore the safety briefing, don’t even bother to look for the nearest exit, and *worst* of all, wear things which are not appropriate for the occasion.
The reason I mention this is, I just saw footage of the crash scene with a woman clearly injured, trying to walk in heels and a mini-skirt. Not a good idea!
So, a few fashion don’ts for when you next fly..
This outfit will mean you have trouble getting to the exit door, which will mean those behind you might not make it to the door at all. Nice for street-walking (literally perhaps) but no good for flying. Heels will hinder your progress. Put them in the suitcase, don’t wear them in flight.
Pantihose! OH NO! Major plane fashion faux pas! The fibers will melt in a fire and stick to your skin, which is not a good look and certainly would cause a lot of pain. Just say no to pantyhose when flying.
Going on a beach holiday? Save the beach dressing for when you arrive. Wearing something like this on a plane will get you talked about, and more than likely a large percentage of burns to much of your body in the event of a crash. Not a wise choice.
Leave your flip flops in your luggage, because in the *very rare but occasionally it does happen* instance that you have to traverse broken metal and things on fire, your feet will appreciate that you chose to wear a real pair of shoes.
So what should you wear?
Covered, closed, comfortable shoes, preferably leather. I like Doc Martens myself.
Comfortable pants which are easy to move in.
No flammable fabrics – though all fabrics will become flammable in the kinds of fires you will see in planes, some fabrics are more likely to catch fire than others.
Denim jeans (not too tight, don’t restrict your movement) is the better choice.
A long sleeve shirt to protect your arms from burns. Wool is one of the least flammable materials. Cotton is a good choice too.
The idea is, to get out of the plane before you have to deal with the fire. If you are wearing sensible clothes which you can move in, its more likely you’ll be able to manage this task. Knowing where the nearest exits are will also help. But if you are injured and can’t move, wearing clothes that will protect you will be a good idea too.
Anyway, that’s just a few thoughts you might want to consider when next choosing what to wear when you fly.
Save the fashion for the catwalk, put it in your suitcase.
When you fly, dress to survive.
Even though 99.9% of flights make it safely to their destination, if your flight happens to be one where you do need to evacuate, you will appreciate dressing to survive instead of dressing for fashion.
My 11 year old nephew is too old to give kisses to his auntie anymore. He’s settling for thinking I am loopy instead. Auntie makes up her own words, and she has crazy sayings that she says far too often.
He bought a game today and he was explaining it to me. He told me it had a squirrel as the main character. I said “Everybody loves squirrels” and he said “I’m going to have to agree with you on that one” ;) Normally he argues with me when I make “everybody loves” type statements. How cute!
We’re off for a chinese dinner, and then I’ll be back to read what all my fellow bloggers have been up to ;) I bought plates, and shoes which are sparkly, yay!
This is my desk, in my office, which I have to say is my favourite room of the house. Just being in this room makes me feel happy. The pics on the wall are from Ikea and they are pretty ;)
I have three lamps on my desk, and I would love to add more of them. I got the green one for my birthday in June. I have a small lamp obsession going on. I was never allowed to have the lamp I wanted when I was a kid – the pink and the green lamp are exactly what I always wanted. They used to be really expensive but they’re not these days, and given the choice I would have 2-3 more of them around the house. ;) You can also spot a glitter lamp there if you look carefully. I find it quite distracting at times because I love sparkly things.
I also have a daytime shot of my desk. There’s a couple things different, can you spot them? ;) Put in a comment to say what they are, if you can see them ;) The tree that you can see in this shot is actually the only remaining tall gum tree in the whole estate. It’s huge so I am always worried it will get struck by lightning when there is a storm This whole place used to be trees like that. Now, it is houses, and plenty of them.
As you can see, the houses are not too far apart from each other. That’s so the homeowner can have the biggest house possible on the block of land size they have. The neighbours are actually really quiet but they have a labrador and sometimes he barks a lot.
Environmentally, these kinds of housing estates are a nightmare. They’re not real good for a few other things too. It probably wouldn’t have been my first choice as far as a place to live, however when we moved up here there wasn’t a lot of choices left. It’s also on the same street as my parents house, and a less than 2 minute walk to them, which is handy when you want dinner but don’t want to have to cook it yourself. ;)
We do have a small backyard. The front yard is bigger but the reason for that is there’s a medium sized slope in front of the house – you can see the across the road house is set a little lower. I don’t dare drive the car up the driveway and into the garage, it is a feat beyond me. It’s ok because I never have to, though.
As far as location, this is one of the best as far as closeness to work, also closeness to other places like shopping and the main street and the fast food places. I currently live closer to a Mcdonalds than I ever have before, it’s less than 2km away. It doesn’t make me go there any more often. Oporto is right next door to them and their fresh chicken burgers and potato mash and gravy are simply divine.
Speaking of food, my partner tells me he went to the cafe near work today and they charged him over $10 for a burger and a milkshake. That’s outrageous! What is even more outrageous is that he went there, when there’s been a *boycott* by our staff on for about 4 weeks now of this cafe. I shall have to have words with him. The reasons for the boycott?
The cafe is the only place within walking distance of not only our store, which generally has 30-60 staff on any given day, but it is also the only cafe within walking distance of 10-20 other stores. As such, they really have no competition unless you want to get in the car and drive. And boy, do they hold us to ransom over it. Except for on the weekends.
Every Saturday and Sunday a different local volunteer group has a sausage sizzle in front of our store. One week one of the women who worked at the cafe is there with the scouts. She was told by the woman who *owned* the cafe, not to serve bacon and egg rolls! How dare she tell any volunteer group what they can or cannot do? But the woman felt like she had to, because she works at the cafe, so no bacon and egg rolls from the scouts anymore.
One of the staff members went to get a drink and a packet of chips, it came to $5.05, she gave them $10.05 and wasn’t given any change. She spoke to them about it and they flat out refused to check their till. So she said to them – tomorrow when you do your till and see it is $5 out, you’ll know it was me, but it’ll be too late, I’m not coming back here anymore.
And the final straw for me was – we ate there 4-5 times a week, it always cost us over $20 between the two of us and sometimes almost $30, (when a bowl of soup and toast is $7 and a coffee is $4 you can see how) she never, ever offered us any discount at all (yet expects us to give her discount when she or her staff come to our shop) and I would often order soup but not want the toast, but she always charged me the same as if I’d had toast with it. Like hello, at least make it look like you’re being fair? Then she goes and puts all the prices up. And not just a little rise, either. Some things went up by a dollar or more.
So now, we have to drive somewhere to get lunch or be organised enough to bring it with us. I don’t mind that – and it is actually cheaper. But I did enjoy the break from work, sitting down at the nice cafe and watching the traffic go by. The extra $90-100 a week is nice to have, though. I can buy more DVD’s with it. You can never have enough DVD’s, right?