A few random quotes:
My Grandmother is over eighty and still doesn't need glasses. Drinks right out of the bottle. --Henny Youngman
If you live to be one hundred, you've got it made. Very few people die past that age. --George Burns
The safest way to double your money is to fold it over and put it in your pocket. --Kin Hubbard
Don't take life too seriously. You'll never get out of it alive. --Elbert Hubbard
Do not worry about your difficulties in Mathematics. I can assure you mine are still greater. --Albert Einstein
Don't you wish there was a knob on the TV to turn up the intelligence? There's one marked 'Brightness,' but it doesn't work. --Gallagher
You may be young only once, but you can be immature your whole life.
I love deadlines. I especially like the whooshing sound they make when they go flying by.
A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing.
Being married means you've found the one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life.
Some people like my advice so much, they hang them up in frames on their walls instead of using it.
Don't hate yourself in the morning -- sleep till noon.
Don't drink and drive. You might hit a bump and spill your beer.
If at first you don't succeed, failure may be your style.
If at first you don't succeed, see if the loser gets anything.
If everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane!
If you lost your left arm, your right arm would be left.
If someone annoys you, it takes 42 muscles to frown, but it only takes 4 muscles to extend your arm and whack them in the head.
Follow your dream! Unless it's the one where you're at work in your underwear during a fire drill.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Out With the Old, In With the... DELTA!!
Thanks to my computer savvy sister, Ron, I'm now able change the overall look of my blog. Booya!! I am in love with the new look of my page. The powers of HTML and CSS are wondrous to behold!
My warm hearted gratitude to Ron is felt profoundly like a hot water bottle on an arctic day and extends throughout the realms of all humanity.
I gave Ron a lolly for her troubles.
Someone had given it to me, but I don’t really like those kind of sweets.
My warm hearted gratitude to Ron is felt profoundly like a hot water bottle on an arctic day and extends throughout the realms of all humanity.
I gave Ron a lolly for her troubles.
Someone had given it to me, but I don’t really like those kind of sweets.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Dreamers Never Sleep
Who likes dreaming?? *shoves hand in the air and waves it around madly* Who goes to bed just to have a nice dream about something totally random? *points to self* Guilty!
Yes, yes; very very guilty.
I adore dreaming! I might wake up tired one morning because I was too busy dreaming to sleep, but it was so worth it. It's like taking a book to bed, just without the getting in trouble for using a torch under the doona.
Like last night, I had two perfectly perfect dreams.
The first one, I was the don't-mess-with-me, mini Pat Mesiti, hero gal. Booya!! I was telling a friend of mine, what I've always wanted to tell them, but never got the nerve to say all those nasty, nasty things. Oh yes, would she have a seriously serious wake-up call if she saw that dream! *cackles* Hang on, I should have recorded it! *kicks herself for not setting up the video recorder*
*Imagines sending her friend a video marked "Everything I've always wanted to scream at you, but was too cute, sweet, nice, considerate, lovey dovey and wimpy, to yell at you."* Such a great title -- I don't think she'd be too impressed with 2 hours of me going 'Zzzzzzz Zzzzzzzzzz' though. . .
In the second dream, I was wearing the most glorious array of pink and frills -- trying to stop a scary looking goat stampede. ((All those big horns!! The steam coming from their nostrils, the cloud of dust in wake of their great hoofs... Ahhh!)) That was a great dream! My favourite part was when someone asked why these goats were so scary, and I was all "Doctor Cleo" ((dun dun dun)), explaining a few biology points about mutations, inheriting genes and Natural Selection.
Yes, I dream about biology.
Which is kind of disappointing, I guess, because I like physics so so much more!
Tonight, I shall have to have a dream about physics. Yippie! *skips off to buy tickets* Can't wait for the showing!
Yes, yes; very very guilty.
I adore dreaming! I might wake up tired one morning because I was too busy dreaming to sleep, but it was so worth it. It's like taking a book to bed, just without the getting in trouble for using a torch under the doona.
Like last night, I had two perfectly perfect dreams.
The first one, I was the don't-mess-with-me, mini Pat Mesiti, hero gal. Booya!! I was telling a friend of mine, what I've always wanted to tell them, but never got the nerve to say all those nasty, nasty things. Oh yes, would she have a seriously serious wake-up call if she saw that dream! *cackles* Hang on, I should have recorded it! *kicks herself for not setting up the video recorder*
*Imagines sending her friend a video marked "Everything I've always wanted to scream at you, but was too cute, sweet, nice, considerate, lovey dovey and wimpy, to yell at you."* Such a great title -- I don't think she'd be too impressed with 2 hours of me going 'Zzzzzzz Zzzzzzzzzz' though. . .
In the second dream, I was wearing the most glorious array of pink and frills -- trying to stop a scary looking goat stampede. ((All those big horns!! The steam coming from their nostrils, the cloud of dust in wake of their great hoofs... Ahhh!)) That was a great dream! My favourite part was when someone asked why these goats were so scary, and I was all "Doctor Cleo" ((dun dun dun)), explaining a few biology points about mutations, inheriting genes and Natural Selection.
Yes, I dream about biology.
Which is kind of disappointing, I guess, because I like physics so so much more!
Tonight, I shall have to have a dream about physics. Yippie! *skips off to buy tickets* Can't wait for the showing!
Friday, July 25, 2008
On Skype?
I got an email yesterday that read:
"Hey r any of u ppl on Skype?"
My little sister, not knowing what Skype was, and asked:
"Skype? Is that some kind of drug?"
Well. . . I've heard that being on Skype, really makes you talk a lot. And since, I already talk like a CD in fast forward and on repeat, I think I'd better stay away from it!
"Hey r any of u ppl on Skype?"
My little sister, not knowing what Skype was, and asked:
"Skype? Is that some kind of drug?"
Well. . . I've heard that being on Skype, really makes you talk a lot. And since, I already talk like a CD in fast forward and on repeat, I think I'd better stay away from it!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Blonde Moment
I might have hair the colour of my little brother after helping bring the coal in, but I am quite capable of acting like the typical "Blondie."
Like that night I was getting ready for bed, after reading this really engrossing book, "New Moon". I was so wrapped up in it, I was only half conscious to what I was doing. This meant picking up the wrong bottle from the dresser table. It took a while for me to realise the glop I was rubbing into my face was leave-in hair conditioner.
Or that time when I was in a hurry to catch the mailman. I post my mail by leaving it out on the mailbox for the postman to pick up. Because it was raining, I had put the envelope in a plastic cover. While walking that long and exhausting walk from the front door to the front road, I realised there was something wrong with the stamp. . . I had remember to put on a stamp, thankfully, but was in such a hurry, I'd put it on after putting the envelope in the plastic envelope. So the stamp was stuck on the outside of the plastic, with the letter to Grace on the inside. With a layer of plastic between them. Duh.
Being blonde does have its advantages. Like being able to turn up to a party with an outrageous bright orange jacket and your 8-year-old brother's beanie, with no one blinking an eye. Sometimes though, I do wish my brain was slightly more connected to the rest of me.
Sometimes.
Go the mindless blondes!!! WHEEEEEEEE!
Like that night I was getting ready for bed, after reading this really engrossing book, "New Moon". I was so wrapped up in it, I was only half conscious to what I was doing. This meant picking up the wrong bottle from the dresser table. It took a while for me to realise the glop I was rubbing into my face was leave-in hair conditioner.
Or that time when I was in a hurry to catch the mailman. I post my mail by leaving it out on the mailbox for the postman to pick up. Because it was raining, I had put the envelope in a plastic cover. While walking that long and exhausting walk from the front door to the front road, I realised there was something wrong with the stamp. . . I had remember to put on a stamp, thankfully, but was in such a hurry, I'd put it on after putting the envelope in the plastic envelope. So the stamp was stuck on the outside of the plastic, with the letter to Grace on the inside. With a layer of plastic between them. Duh.
Being blonde does have its advantages. Like being able to turn up to a party with an outrageous bright orange jacket and your 8-year-old brother's beanie, with no one blinking an eye. Sometimes though, I do wish my brain was slightly more connected to the rest of me.
Sometimes.
Go the mindless blondes!!! WHEEEEEEEE!
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Welcome Speeches
To celebrate the grand opening of my new blog, I shall begin with the appropriately long, boring speech.
To Kate, who's thought provoking blog inspired me to create my own. Your great posts, such as "The Rotten Apple and the New Seed" are to be greatly admired!
To Ron, who brilliantly bonded my name with one of my greatest hobbies, by typo-fying "o" on the end of "unicycle".
To Grace, because I know she would not want to be left out!
To my left shoe, who mysteriously manages to keep cleaner than my right.
To everyone who reads this, do you seriously have nothing better to do??? Because you are reading this still, I shall take that as a no! Not that I appreciate your time, but if ever you feel unfulfilled by reading random people's blogs, I most highly suggest taking up unicycling! A most rewarding and noble sport. *nudge nudge*
And that concludes our speeches for today. Thank you for falling asleep in your chairs and trying very hard to look interested. You failed, but the effort was such a noble gesture.
Have a Hoop-Dee-Doo day!
To Kate, who's thought provoking blog inspired me to create my own. Your great posts, such as "The Rotten Apple and the New Seed" are to be greatly admired!
To Ron, who brilliantly bonded my name with one of my greatest hobbies, by typo-fying "o" on the end of "unicycle".
To Grace, because I know she would not want to be left out!
To my left shoe, who mysteriously manages to keep cleaner than my right.
To everyone who reads this, do you seriously have nothing better to do??? Because you are reading this still, I shall take that as a no! Not that I appreciate your time, but if ever you feel unfulfilled by reading random people's blogs, I most highly suggest taking up unicycling! A most rewarding and noble sport. *nudge nudge*
And that concludes our speeches for today. Thank you for falling asleep in your chairs and trying very hard to look interested. You failed, but the effort was such a noble gesture.
Have a Hoop-Dee-Doo day!
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