09 July 2011

Relax, Just do it!

Everyone is talking about the fast past times we live in, and although I am an old soul at heart and love the simple things in life, I often fall prey to stress and worry. Sleepless hours laying in the dark are testament in their own right to my over active brain, (and imagination).
Something I may not have been able to portray through my writing patten is how excitable I can be in person. Growing up I was constantly being told by my parents to 'calm down Sarah', or to 'lower the volume'; you see, when I get lost in my excitement I loose all consciousness of the pitch/volume I am talking in.

So this brings me to the point of where I'm going with all of this... Relaxing.

Being in my family has meant my siblings and I were raised always aware that one must work for their 'keep'. And now, being older and my family having the two different businesses.(Here and Here)
'Free' time is short, 'Job/To-Do lists' are long.
After a long day, be it at the shop or running errands, doing any number of odd job both for business and personal gain. I find it hard to slow things down and take it easy. Even if it is just my brain going hell for leather bouncing ideas back and forth.
It is as though the ancient art of relaxing has passed on by me, and I don't know what to do with it. Or how to go about it.
My brain interprets it as relax = nothing.
My question, which is getting lost in all these words is this: What do you do to unwind at the end of  your day? And how do you like to spend your evenings?

I need a chill pill!
Enjoy the rest of your weekend.

07 July 2011

Knickers = Piranhas

I would like to address a topic which may be taboo, not to be discussed outside of ones own home. However here goes.

I've come to a great discovery that knickers, after coming in contact with the floor, become piranhas. NOTHING IS SAFE! Within seconds of their decent they will claim any small item within their reach. Clustering to a pair of shoes, tripping up your feet, eating socks for breakfast. It is as though they are the only item that ever falls out of the laundry basket, then they quickly hide in a dark corner waiting to attack the next poor soul to walk past. In our family we have a term for dodging these spoiled undergarments, "Tip-toe through the Tulips". Its like our code warning of an unseen (or sometimes seen) landmine.

Unfortunately knickers have had quite a run over the years. Causing unwanted attention.

A classic story told in our family is the day a 'piranha' attempted to eat Collin. Growing up my siblings and I were home schooled, we had a room in the house dedicated as our schoolroom. (In said room we kept the computer.) The wall along which the computer was set up had a half meter gap below the ceiling height to allow light to reach into the next room.
Fed up, and fooling around when folding the washing in the other room we had decided to see if we could 'shoot' a pair of knickers over the wall. This fun lasted a little while, then the fooling around would have lead to other distractions to keep our minds off folding.
That very afternoon Collin, our nervy NERDY computer repair guy had traveled out to fix the Windows 95 that wasn't working. Staring him in the face, 'sunny side up', was a pair of 'piranhas'. It had landed perfectly upon the keyboard... Mam rushed in front of him to stop the attack. The shame!

Another occasion upon which a 'piranha' has done the stealth, public embarrassment attach...
I would have been 13. My Sis had hung the laundry out, and as often is the case a pair of knickers got caught up with the bigger items. They fell on the ground under the cloths line, and it was there they waited for the ambush upon my pride. Later that day, a friend of my Bro's had come around, we moved to the back yard in our games. My puppy was parading around flying my knickers from her mouth like a flag. OH THE SHAME. I could have died!

So tell me, how is it that the simple knicker can be the cause of such embarrassment, when really we all have a pair waiting to lunge from under the bed and attach its self to your ankles...!

Do these things happen to you? Do your knickers turn into dangerous ankle-biting, tulip planted, object eating piranhas?!

Keep safe, you never know whats on the floor waiting to bite.

02 July 2011

Comings and Goings

My blog is becoming a month to month catch up post... This is not right, things are going to change around here!

This week we had to say goodbye to a loved kitty cat, 'Kath' our mother cat has gone to Kitty Heaven. She now lays next to other loved family (pet) members. I had taken her to the vet worried about a lump on her side, it was a hernia, which when the vet had opened her up to fix found it to be more complicated then he had first believed it to be. The vet called me, I knew that could not be a good thing. After explaining all this to me, and telling me that her value of life would be terribly compromised... He waited, needing an answer of what to do. I told him I'd call him back in a minute. Truth was, I couldn't do it, I could not give him the answer I knew to be best for Kath. My dad made the call for me. Its never easy letting go of these tiny creatures that weave there way around our hearts.
~RIP Katherine~

On a lighter note... I FINALLY finished my quilt! So I've been putting it off for a ridiculously long time... I blogged about it here, Gosh even that was a long time ago. Pictures to come soon.

A fortnight ago I won a flying lesson. The competition was hosted by a local radio station, (my Boo had entered my name) being 'picked' to partake in the challenge, the rules were simple. Step one: Make a paper plane. Step two: throw said paper plane the furthest. Mine did go the furthest against all odds, and thus I won.

I'm not sure if you've ever read my '100 things', but being a pilot has been a dream of mine for a long time. I do not know when, what or why I came upon this idea in my head that I wanted to fly a plane, yet it was there all the same. Even though I had never been off the ground before February of this year. Dreams do not always need to make sense or fit into logical thinking, they sometimes just ARE. This is my beliefs on the topic.

Also in my absence from the interwebs my Sis bought me an e-reader. This thing is pretty neat. Although it will never stop me from buying books, (I love the smell and feel of them too much), I am loving that it keeps you organised with what you are reading, were you are at, and a really 'easy to find' way of keeping stories together. Opposed to how I pack my bookcase, same author together, yet beyond that no one else understands why Neil Gaiman goes between Oscar Wilde and Nan Witcomb.
How do you organise your books?!

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