tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68999832494500619332024-02-19T12:36:28.676+11:00Its ConsequentialMarking the significant and not so significant events of my life...Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.comBlogger141125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-20874790296348280172012-04-08T12:28:00.000+10:002012-04-08T12:28:15.605+10:00Fighting the Flab - end of week fourSame weight, same waist size. I have plateaued now for what seems like forever. So, instead of whinging about my lack of achievement, I thought I would share my latest writing exercise with you. This week we are studying Point of View and we had to write a self portrait. Here is mine:
Self Portrait
I am so close to being 52 it is already a done deal. The day
after tomorrow is my birthday. I Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-146376300031161892012-04-01T15:08:00.000+10:002012-04-01T15:08:21.250+10:00Fighting the Flab - end of week three
No change! I’m still the same weight and still have the same
waist size. I’m not happy!
So, I’m doing some research into different ways of
increasing my metabolism. I also went to see my naturopath who gave me some
detox powder.
I’ve changed my exercises with weights and also my bike
sessions. I found some weight exercises in a health magazine at my physio
therapist’s office and had the Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-30174105514710143602012-03-25T18:21:00.001+11:002012-03-25T18:21:39.120+11:00Fighting the Flab - end of week 2
This week I have neither lost weight nor inches, but I
haven’t gained any either. I’m pretty happy about this because the last three
days have been difficult in a kilojoule counting sense.
On Thursday night we had pizza for dinner. I’m not at all
ashamed of this. I worked hard all day Thursday to finish and submit two
assignments and once I had hit the last “submit” button I was way too tiredCa88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-57989543098765641442012-03-21T08:03:00.000+11:002012-03-21T08:03:07.837+11:00When a bit of knowledge is not enough!
My computer is driving me crazy. Not only is it running
slow, there are times it decides to freeze. Even the mouse disappears and once
the keyboard turned itself off. I’m going insane. So, as I have got two
assignments to churn out before the end of this week, I know a little about computers and I thought I would be
clever and run some diagnostic tests.
I should have held that thought for Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-3680227710831309232012-03-18T12:56:00.000+11:002012-03-18T12:56:00.316+11:00Fighting the Flab - end of week oneI’m not happy. After weighing and measuring myself this
morning, I’ve only lost 1kg (approx 2.2lbs) and one inch off my waist.
Now before anyone thinks I should be happier than I am with
those results and I’m sure there are plenty of you who will say just that, my
head is still in my teenage years where I could easily lose 1kg a day or even
more. So it’s obviously my mental state that needsCa88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-37780882987040736192012-03-17T18:39:00.001+11:002012-03-17T18:39:07.103+11:00Parenting and Leadership“You learn far more from negative leadership than from positive
leadership. Because you learn how not to do it. And, therefore, you learn how
to do it.”
Norman Schwarzkopf
I didn’t
realise that someone else had said these words. I always thought they were mine
– well similar ones anyway. I’ve always believed that I learnt more from the
way my parents brought me up because they did so much Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-76105966411071491802012-03-14T19:17:00.003+11:002012-03-14T19:17:42.778+11:00In the KitchenTonight my middle son helped me to cook dinner. We made
Fettuccine Carbonara. It was great to have someone else in the kitchen helping
me and chatting and just being there. Normally cooking dinner is such a lonely
affair. The greater percentage of people worldwide who prepare meals for the
family are females and the preparation time for me is one of the loneliest
times of the day.
It is the Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-20782017797279616682012-03-13T17:17:00.000+11:002012-03-13T17:17:05.464+11:00That Woman, My SisterToday I attended an International Women’s Day
luncheon where the guest speaker was Virginia Haussegger, an award winning
journalist, author and commentator. The message this International Women’s Day
is about the empowerment of women. Haussegger’s speech was powerful and made
more so with the images she showed us. She spoke of the women in Afghanistan and Pakistan
and Africa and many other Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-36473756375886560442012-03-12T20:26:00.001+11:002012-03-12T20:26:31.543+11:00To Keep or not to Keep?Reading the paper at lunchtime as I usually do, I
stumbled across this article which points out the difficulties future
archivists will have when faced with our current trend of communicating by
technology rather than our past history of either letter or email writing.
http://voice.unimelb.edu.au/volume-8/number-3/communication-past-present-and-forever
I find it an interesting dilemma. HowCa88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-74971593590900329442012-03-11T12:28:00.000+11:002012-03-11T12:28:15.947+11:00I'm Back!!!I’ve been away for a rather long time, but I’m back now. I guess I’ve turned a new leaf in my life and I’ve started writing again so I might as well throw my offerings out to the Universe and see what comes back.
Yesterday I decided I was tired of being middle aged, frumpy and chunky. Nothing I can do about being middle aged, but I can change the frumpy and chunky into fit and fabulous. So I Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-2313253181005449992011-08-21T14:32:00.000+10:002011-08-21T14:32:58.119+10:00Mini Artists Retreat On Friday I came back to reality after spending four creative and relaxing days in Eden, a small coastal town in New South Wales. I had gone there with an artist friend of mine, she to paint and I to write and we had chosen Eden as it is halfway between Melbourne, where I live and Sydney where she lives. It had been awhile since either of us could fully concentrate on our creative sides and it Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-7303782809522875512011-07-27T06:40:00.000+10:002011-07-27T06:40:40.468+10:00I see old people!I went to a concert of 60s and 70s music the other night. It was advertised as being a concert made up of the original bands and artists, but there were only a handful of originals there, the rest of the band members were ringins from a different, more modern era. I have a fairly good recollection of music from that time but even my memory didn’t stretch far enough to remember some of the artistsCa88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-54966143131853981292011-07-05T15:07:00.000+10:002011-07-05T15:07:05.604+10:00Wolf HallAs soon as I saw this book on the library shelves I felt some slight apprehension. It is a very thick book and I wondered if I would ever finish it. My uneasiness only worsened when, glancing through the pages, it dawned on me that this was an historical novel and I don’t usually like historical novels. Luckily the story line was set in a period of English history that I don’t mind reading about Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-60938242012734942082011-06-28T19:00:00.000+10:002011-06-28T19:00:39.242+10:00The cons and cons of responsibilityAt this moment in time I would like nothing better than to have no responsibility.
I’m tired of being responsible for the household budget and constantly attempting to make ends meet. I’ve had enough of finding budget friendly meals and scrimping and saving on a daily basis. I want to be irresponsible. I want to spend money no matter if I have it or not. I don’t want to pay bills any more. I Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-14509510748569402482011-06-21T18:34:00.001+10:002011-06-21T18:34:18.425+10:00FocusSetting a goal is often easy. Focussing on achieving that goal is sometimes difficult and frequently unexciting. No matter how many times one reminds oneself that the outcome will be worth it and reward in itself, the pathway can be steep and lonely with plenty of distractions along the way.
I am already a writer. My goal is to become a successful author and hopefully a financially successful Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-12008376872614489652011-06-12T21:42:00.002+10:002011-06-12T21:42:49.406+10:00BreathWhen I was school age I read many books – up to six a day. When I was very young I read Enid Blyton’s novels, the Narnia series, Louisa May Alcott’s “Little Women”, “Little Men” and “Jo’s Boy” and many other books with authors and titles I can’t remember. As I grew older I read John Le Carre, Harold Robbins, Daphne Du Maurier, Elizabeth Goudge and many many others. Sometimes I read books more Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-16703922618521826972011-05-27T22:36:00.000+10:002011-05-27T22:36:49.790+10:00The search for identity and belonging"Why am I as I am? To understand that of any person, his whole life, from Birth must be reviewed. All of our experiences fuse into our personality. Everything that ever happened to us is an ingredient." Malcolm X
Although I didn’t enjoy reading “The Finkler Question” (see my last post) it did stir in me, yet again, the desire to find my identity. Not that I ever lost my identity, it didn’t Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-49234596135847253792011-05-26T20:10:00.002+10:002011-05-26T20:10:29.273+10:00The Finkler QuestionI had planned to write this post reviewing this Man Booker Prize winning novel written by Howard Jacobson a few days ago. However it took me this long to finally finish reading the book. I haven’t had to physically make myself plough through a book for awhile now. The last time was when I forced myself to finish Tess of the D’Urbervilles and that took me over a year to read!
Thank goodness it Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-88997916977669277902011-05-15T14:11:00.000+10:002011-05-15T14:11:19.219+10:00Procrastination and ChallengesSo here I sit in front of the computer, supposedly working on my last Linguistics assignment for this semester, in reality writing this blog. I got a fabulous mark for my first Linguistics assignment – 86%, a high distinction. It should spur me on to writing another wonderful essay but I would rather be doing almost anything else.
On the bright side my topic is about blogging, so perhaps I can Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-20426969873570047962011-05-05T19:53:00.000+10:002011-05-05T19:53:21.490+10:00World PeaceI’ve just realised I haven’t posted anything for awhile and I feel extremely guilty. The last few weeks have simply flown by; I’ve been almost out of breath trying to catch up with life. There’s been work of course, which is just getting busier, my study – I’ve had to hand in two assignments, got one more to do and one exam to take before the end of semester, my once a week volunteer tutoring at Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-24970860933939872982011-04-23T14:29:00.000+10:002011-04-23T14:29:49.801+10:00What price our children?Over the Easter break my two youngest boys are visiting their elder brother in Western Australia. They both flew out last night and have arrived safely.
Their flights were booked several weeks ago at a time when my youngest son had just commenced his apprenticeship and would have had to return to work next Wednesday, while my middle son could stay until the following Sunday. Since then my Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-47295829679630879892011-04-13T19:08:00.002+10:002011-04-13T19:08:34.902+10:00Are there really plenty of fish in the sea?This is a question I’ve asked myself at various times over the years and am now asking myself again. Every time I’ve been disappointed in love, the standard response from my family, friends and casual acquaintances has been “Don’t worry, there are plenty more fish in the sea!”
But are there really plenty of men around? And, if there are and they are over 40, are they single, heterosexual and inCa88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-89146152630107654772011-04-08T17:19:00.002+10:002011-04-08T17:19:40.178+10:00Opposing Planets...Just when I thought life was cruising along happily, one of those bumps in the road jumped in my way and nearly unseated me. My youngest son declared he was no longer interested in continuing the apprenticeship he had just begun and would instead look at studying something. Now, don’t get me wrong. I have no intention of forcing any of my boys to do anything they don’t want to do career wise. Ca88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-54129753805539398962011-04-03T12:03:00.000+10:002011-04-03T12:03:11.305+10:00Bring on... 51!This is my last week of being 50 – next Sunday I turn 51. Some people might say I’ve reached the summit and it’s all down here from now on. But I like to think I’m reminiscent of the bear that climbed over the mountain – do you remember him from your childhood?
The bear climbed over the mountain,
The bear climbed over the mountain,
The bear climbed over the mountain and what do you think he sawCa88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6899983249450061933.post-37431564026712267462011-03-26T19:08:00.000+11:002011-03-26T19:08:18.508+11:00Recurring dreams or nightmaresA couple of nights ago I had a dream, or perhaps a nightmare. While I was dreaming I realised it was a recurring dream, I just can’t remember the last time I dreamt it.
In the dream I was an abused wife. My husband would regularly beat me and verbally abuse me. I knew this even though it didn’t actually happen in my dream. Although I knew I should leave my husband, it felt impossible. It was asCa88andrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17879934869193810319noreply@blogger.com12