6 posts tagged “qotd”

What's the closest thing you have to a time machine?
Submitted by Verisimilitude.

Yes Glorious Flan. 1986.

It takes me back to a store called hyperama

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Back then it was called Flambe (pronounced feh-lamb-bee). It's like a jello but creamy, it's like creme brulee, only less work. It's like heaven only instead of access by stairway you get a spoon.

How and when do you reward yourself?
Submitted by Rainbird.

Yay! Rewards! The best reward is a slice of New York Cheesecake, A Town called Jayne episode from Firefly and cold cold cold apple juice, all on a Friday night.

When? er... I haven't actually given myself this reward yet. I just closed my eyes and imagined the best one. I have an ever growing To Do list that somehow gives me the chills and garlands of guilt that wear me down.

But enough of that, The lists are endless. Mostly because I've always been fond of lists.  In 3 months I'll 27. Yes I know that's awfully close to being 30. Crickey someone call me a plastic surgeon STAT!

I drew up a small list. I figure it's now or never. I need to complete the following tasks before I turn 27:

1. Run 5km/3miles in under 30 minutes. So far I run 1 mile in 11 minutes. Not bad. 2 miles takes me 35 minutes.Clearly some walking and collapsing happens between mile 1 and 2.

2. Professional perfection, finish my articles on time, and somehow keep track of my keys which I've lost 3 times in the last week.

3. Learn to Spell. I have a 12 week coursework book that I need to complete. I've reread the first chapter more times than I can count. It's getting to chapter 2 that seems to be the barrier. Once I get there, I'll kick some chapter 3 tush!

4. Learn to save money. JUST be a saving worker bee.

5. Lose the last 20 pounds. My BMI is currently 25.4 which is still in the overweight range. So no cheesecake for a while yet.

6. Read Ulysses by James Joyce. Turns out the you have to read A Portrait of the artist as a young man- to get the background story.

7. Go on 10 dates. Er... well there are quite a few honorable goals above. So don't judge me on this one.BPB
 
8. Learn to whistle a tune and the kind that involves two fingers while hailing a cab.

9. Learn a new skill.

You'll notice there's no 'give to charity, be good or stop swearing'.... no none of that.

 er... my left ear is itching. I think that's guilt setting in. Ok maybe there'll be one... let me think.

10. Hmmmmmm how about, only say things I wouldn't mind hearing about myself? This one might need some monitoring.

If you could do anything you want tomorrow, what would it be?
Submitted by Becca-Pink.

I would start it off with a drive in silence or maybe reading out loud for an hour or two. I like the steady ebb and flow of words. It disregards the need for conversation yet you are both involved just like a conversation, one of you is talking while the other listens. Only with reading- both of you are listening at the same time and sharing nothing.

Then I would like to walk around a town I've never been to aimlessly. I went to Whole Foods yesterday. I had 10 minutes before my dance class to waste. I ended up in the coffee aisle smelling the newly roasted bins of coffee. Oh it was heavenly. When the purpose of shopping is removed: the lists, the desires, the tallying up of the cost of price tags. All that goes and I was able to just relax and enjoy the atmosphere. I discovered they carried a whole lot of things I hadn't previously known they sold. Walking aimlessly with $2 in my pocket would be AWESOME. The $2 helps the aimlessness cause along. Give me $20 and I'll be thinking of ways to spend it rather than just enjoying the moment.

 

Fireworks. I'm a hopeless romantic. I love fireworks from a distance. Up close it's all smoke, fumes and burnt hair. We can't forget the noise of screeching children that doesn't abate until the last flame has died and the last popper lit or  until the last fuse of the parent in charge has burnt. I remember being a kid and thinking it was hilarious to 'bust' (does anyone still use that word to mean light a firecracker?) a Tomthumb in my mouth. Burnt fingers, scratchy throats, singed hair and stinging backsides from parents we scared witless by the stunts we pulled. My rascal youth is far behind me and this year there are no children to look after. So I would like to watch the 4th of July fireworks from a distance in silence.

 

To end the night? I guess I would like to look through the pictures I took of the day. Because knowing me, I never record the best days in words. Words are never enough. I like to leave it to my memory where in 50 year's time I will extract the story and torture some unsuspecting grandchild with it's retelling.

PS. I just thought thought of this, it's not quite sensible. But if James McAvoy would take a small break from promoting his new movie Wanted, I would very much like to sing Yankee Doodle Dandy with him while watching the fireworks. Or maybe we could do some finger painting. I'd settle for a phone call actually. Or we could share a donut on a chilly street corner with only a cup of coffee to warm us- then maybe we could sing Yankee Doodle Dandy afterwards (0oooh around a garbage bin fire, in harmony!).

 

How have you changed in the past year?
Submitted by littleduckling.

Somehow I think this is meant to be answered in a positive fashion. Well no darn it! I have not changed for the good. In my aged-ness I have become cranky, set in my ways, and that smell you smell > that's me. I ain't ashamed. But seriously,  I learned a lesson. And I try to carry it with me at all times.

 

Live in the moment now.

 

Sounds simple enough. Not quite. I retell stories all the time. In fact if you've known me long enough you've heard the following "I probably told you this story before, but let me tell you again...". They're probably self deprecating, or how I was done wrong way back when.

 

1. In order to practice 'living in the moment' catch yourself re-telling the same-old-same stories that show you as a victim. Just stop. Whether it happened 10 years ago or 10 minutes ago.  It's over now. It's how you live right now that counts. You can't live in the future either. This is the only moment (right this second) you have influence over. I can't plan to be happy in 10 years once I've retired, lost a few extra pounds and the loser boyfriend. Or for that matter in 10 minutes.

 

Today I got so angry I could have spit. I clanked around in my heels, sat down huffily and squinted at my computer screen with my 'mean eyes'. Then I thought the person I wished to funnel all this agitation towards wasn't even in the same building and quite frankly wouldn't be bothered. And right then I couldn't have been bothered either. I chose to be happy. Get on with my life and do a little blog entry. (If you happen to be reading this- er... it's not about you...er...really!)

 

2. The grass is always greener on the other side. No hunny bunny, it ain't.  

"Wishing and hoping and
thinking and praying,
planning and dreaming"*

 

Yes plan, but also plan to be happy right now. I can't imagine being happy on Saturday. I used to work this city job, maybe I've told you the story before but... lol. See what I did there! Hilarious!

 

-   Sorry I need a moment, may have just wet myself a little bit from all the laughter.  

 

Where was I, oh yeah, I had me a laborious job and a 4 hour commute which I spent reading. On my day off I used my time most productively by vegetating on the couch eating Chinese takeout while reading or sitting at the laundromat -reading. And I used to think - my life is so bland, so boring and so blurgh. I just wished I was out and about.

Now that I am out and about, I can't remember when the last time I finished a book was. I've read plenty half way. But I get so carried away living (er... with meh social life). That a couple weeks later when I  do have time to get back to it, I've lost the narrative emotional wave I had been riding along with the author and I have to start again. And well, I just start a new book instead. That long winded story was just to illustrate that I've lost one of the things I loved most - hours and hours to read. 

 

 
You know how many times I've told that story? 1, 2, 3, 4? Hmmmm, maybe 5. Wait now would be 6.

 

3. The more things change the more they stay the same. Like my stories. So, be vigilant. I'll have to remember that one too.

 

 *Dusty Springfield - Wishing and hoping Lyrics

What's your best quality?

Yeah that's it, my best quality :)

                                        
                                        No, really it is.

                                                                             
                                                                  Really, it is.

                                                                                                          
                                                                                      It Is Darn-It!

If you had to go on a two-week vacation with any celebrity, who would you pick as your traveling companion and where would you go?

Cameron Diaz and we would hit Hawaii. I have always wanted to go there. Actually retire there, but since I'm still only 26 I'll settle for a holiday. I've seen her climb tree's, fart like a trooper and best of all she can't dance- but she still does it anyway. So I gather I wont have to hold myself back when I'm at a restaurant and I order 2 mains + 3 desserts+ a plate of fries just in case I don't like the food, wobble in my heels and snort when I laugh.

Yes, we'll climb trees, get lost on a hill top only to discover it's a volcano and run screaming in any which direction. We'll make dresses out of banana leaves and get a rash as a result and look like two lobsters on the beach the next day. We'll wear heels with our bikini's and paint smiley faces on our bellies.

Sounds good...