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one of the great things about reading other blogs is the reassurance that we're all in this together (great, now i have ben lee stuck in my head), that aside from different scenery out the windows the trip down life's highway is fairly similar for most of us.

one of my favourites is 'mr london street (if i could do that link thingy i would) not only is he an awesome writer - you have to check out his '100 word challenge' section - but i like to think we would get on amazingly well if we met.

anyway, his latest post is about giving people your full attention or, more precisely, how we dont often do it. guilty as charged. i might be writing a mental shopping list or thinking about work and lose track of what is going on around me and then have to resort to the old 'smile and nod'.

i went to comment on another post just after i had read his and accidentally hit the 'post comment' box before i had written anything and was told 'the comment should not be empty' - way to drive the point home universe!

halle-freakin-lujah

ladies and gentlemen may i present (huge drumroll) ...the newest HACC cert 3 holder in your neighbourhood!

that's right, folks, all over bar the shouting - well in this case, the final presentation. last class yesterday, first day of certified care today and a HUGE sigh of relief that the study is finished....for the time being.

because now that i've got cert 3, the door has begun to swing open and there is a plethora (do you know what it means to have a plethora?) of options!
continue on to cert 4...? specialise...? become a trainer myself...?

what to do, what to do....

I got my first tattoo after i turned 30. i'd been thinking about it since i was 17, but it wasn't quite as acceptable back then and, at heart, i'm a good girl. Anyway by the time i'd reached the stately age of 30 i figured that i'd be able to make a sensible design choice (see what i mean - 'sensible' + 'tattoo'), which is how i ended up with a very nice, quite delicate band around my upper arm.*

then you have to get the next one, because it's addictive, so a couple of years later a gecko appeared on my lower back - i would like to say that my tattoo has been in place since 1998, way before everyone else got theirs and they became so common (in all senses of the word) they are now known as the 'tramp stamp'.
one of my christmas presents, from andrew, is a voucher for a new one - i've been building up to this for a while and am fairly certain now on the 'what and where', however this post is not really about tattoos.

in 2002 i had my nose pierced. it got infected a couple of times in the first year, but apart from that, never a problem. in the last 2 months i have lost both of my favourite studs - one down the plug in the shower and the other - who knows? thats the thing, they've just fallen out. which makes me wonder if the universe is telling me that at 42 it's time to give it up. i've always been aware that there would come a day when i would take it out (nose stud at 86? dont think so) i just hadn't thought much about when that would be.
i figure i've got a couple of days before the hole closes to decide what to do...






*= ( now - thanks to my declining close up vision and lack of skin tone it just looks blurry to me

worth a thousand words...

i cant help it...i just find these sooo amusing (not laugh out loud funny, just good for the occasional immature snigger)

i'd like to thank brisbane for supplying endless smirk inducing signage

and of course my more than willing to be humiliated models

the universe has the last laugh...

and i guess it serves me right for getting all ' i look much younger than i am'. When i had my eyes tested on sunday for the first time, and not before time, the results came back that although my distance vision is outstanding (overacheiver), my close up vision is atrocious and 10 years ahead of where it should be = (

it all evens out in the end...

straya day 2010...

was very quiet this year. The middle one, the boy and I had our 'very nearly almost straya day' bbq on sunday - and it was almost a barbie thanks to the wasp nest which has appeared down by the bbq. Still, it all tasted just as good cooked inside (lamb marinated in vegemite, honey and rosemary - sounds disgusting, tastes AMAZING)
So Andrew and I had a late brekky tuesday and went off to see sherlock holmes - robert downey jnr - need i say more ;) Then we pottered off to Port Willunga (one of my favourite beaches) to watch the sunset...aaaahhh!

the 'f' bomb...

yep, one of my clients dropped it today. She's 78 and is on her second go round with cancer (first time ovarian, this time stomach). She was telling me a story about some baking she was doing for christmas - she'd got all the shortbread and rumballs done and was mixing her puddings, and for some reason she glanced at her hands. 'Bother (or something to that effect)...where are the bandaids?' Apparently she spent the next hour rummaging through her rubbish bags to find them. She found one of the two...

stuff like this reminds me that my clients all had lives before they met me - lived, laughed, loved .... and swore!