Daily Prompt: Let’s Dance

 What are your earliest and fondest memories of dance?

Well I can’t say I remember them fondly but the dance memories that first come to mind would be those tortuous times at school when we had to forgo ‘real’ P.E. for a term and do dancing instead. Endless hours in a hot school hall practising delights such as The Pride of Erin and The Progressive Barn Dance with a little of The Chicken Dance thrown in for humourous relief.

What a cruel thing the progressive barn dance is for a hall full of teens; hot, sweaty ones at that. First of all you have this large circle of hormone riddled boys standing there being hormone riddled boys then you have the girls who have to be passed from one boy to the next until they’ve completed their horrifying journey around the circle and held sweaty hands and been handled by every single one of them.

Oh, unless you were one of the poor girls they considered ugly or dirty or germy and then they’d all laugh about having to hold her hand and try not to or just touch fingertips before pushing her on to the next boy with a laugh and a comment such as – here comes your girlfriend.

Then there were the boys who weren’t in the cool club who were just so shy and nervous and mortified about the whole event that they tried to be gentle and not overbearing which was just so painful.

It was all just really clammy and unpleasant and unnecessary really.

My husband tells me he had to do dance as well at school. I thought it might have just been a country thing but he was a city boy (a westie mind you but still city as far as I’m concerned). He said they all hated it as well and they were pissed off that they had to give up P.E. for a term which was their favourite subject at school. He tells me no one wanted to touch ‘the ugly girls’ (sigh) and that they usually had more boys than girls so some boys would have to pair up with each other and all the other boys would insinuate loudly that they may have  had homosexual tendencies in a manner that only 13-year-old westie boys could.

When it comes down to it I would have rather have been doing trigonometry.

Which for me is saying something.

Definition of a Westie
The term “westie” is often used to associate someone or something with a stereotype. This stereotype depicts people from the outer suburbs as unintelligent, undereducated, unmotivated, unrefined, lacking in fashion sense, working-class or unemployed. Clothing such as flannelette shirts, Ugg boots, leopard-print fabric, Adidas outfits with clear stripes, white singlets are associated with the stereotype, as are the “uniform” of black t-shirt and ripped jeans

Lol – but he’s my little westie.

 

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Daily Prompt: I Did it My Way

Describe the one decision in your life where you wish you could get a “do-over.” Tell us about the decision, and why you’d choose to take a different path this time around.

Well I’m turning 50 next week so there are about a million things I’d do differently but whats the point of doing that. Do one thing differently and I’d have lived a whole different life and this one hasn’t been so bad.

When I was 18 I was going to do nursing – I’d been accepted and was finishing up all the paperwork. ( Actually I was finishing up the paperwork the night I heard the plane flapping about that went missing and has never been found that the police didn’t believe I heard – maybe they should go back and do that bit differently and they might have found it). Anyway I can’t remember why I didn’t go nursing but if I had of I would have led a whole different life with different friends, husband, kids etc and who knows, it might have been better, might have been worse but there’s no point in even thinking about it. Maybe if I’d gone ahead and done nursing I’d be sitting here now going – damn, I wish I’d moved to Sydney and worked in the sandwich shop my sister was running at the submarine base.

It’s like that movie whatever it was called – you go back and try to change one thing for a better outcome and you just stuff something else up either for yourself or someone else.

You’ve just got to deal with it people – live in the now. You made your choices and they put you where you are – if you made bad ones then just try to learn from them and make better ones from now on.

Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost Meme

from: BlackPanther

  • Put your music player of choice on shuffle and list the first song
    Madonna – Hung Up
  • If you could spend a week anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? 
    At the moment it would be Broome in Western Australia. I’d like to go to      Monkey Mia in WA as well but they’re not anywhere near each other and      travelling to WA is not cheap. It costs the same to fly to Broome as it does to fly to the USA. Also it’s not somewhere you go in summer due to heat, rain and marine stingers in the water. There really aren’t many places in Australia that are great to visit this time of year. Even the southern states are usually having heatwaves and bushfires about now.
  • What is your preferred writing implement? (eg. Blue pen, pencil, green pen)
    Computer keyboard.
  • When did you go on your first trip alone (without your parents)?
    I went to Bali when I was 18 on my own. A friend was going with me but she hurt her back the week before so I just went by myself.  Back then every Australian 18 year old was going to Bali so I figured I’d find someone to talk to.
  • Do you have connections to any celebrities (even minor)? List them.
    Not even one – definitely not a list of them.
  • Name 3 items you could pick up from where you are.
    Well I’m sitting in my office which is always a mess so I could pick up about a thousand things – mostly bits of paper that need filing.
  • How would you describe your sense of humor?
    Sick and twisted, sarcastic, Australian.
  • Do you ever play board games or other non-computer games? Got any favorites?
    We played scrabble on board on New Years Eve and I almost died of boredom. It sucked the will to live out of me and I had to go to bed immediately following the games conclusion. We always play it on our phones now and it’s pretty cool because you can play everyone in the family no matter where they are and take as long as you like.
  • A musical artist you love that isn’t well known.
    Oh, I don’t know there are a few Australian muso’s not that well known overseas but I’d say my sons girlfriend is the one I love. Last year she played Roxie in Chicago and we went to see it and honestly when she opened her mouth and started singing I almost cried.I was just so proud of her – she was really, really good.
  • A musical artist you love that is well known.
    I don’t think I love any – I like a lot but I’m not over the top about one in particular. I was keen on David Bowie when I was younger, when I left home I only had half a dozen records and they were all his.
  • What is your desktop background currently?
    Chicken Little
  • Last person you talked to, and through what you talked to them
    Chicken Little – I talked to her through my mouth, lol, if thats what it means. We didn’t do sign language or anything. It’s only 7.30am here so she’s the only one I’ve seen so far.
  • What do you carry your money in?
    A handbag my sister Emjay gave me last year. It’s like a handbag that has a zippered section that is a wallet, so you don’t need to carry a wallet. If I don’t want to carry anything I stick a few notes in my bra. Don’t worry I wrap them in a tissue so they don’t get sweaty. People don’t seem to like you paying them with damp dollars pulled from your bra.
  • What timekeeping devices are in the room you are currently in?
    The little clock on the corner of the computer
  • What kind of headphones do  you use?
    The ones that came with the phone. Theyre not very comfortable actually.
  • What musical artists have you seen perform live?
    Well not many because I don’t like being in a crowd. Back in my day, all the good Australian bands just played at local Pubs so you could go out on a friday night and see them without it being a concert. My husband has seen a lot of bands because he always had to take the girls and their friends to see bands they wanted to see when they were younger. He hasn’t been to many with me because when we first started going out I made him come with me to see Bob Dylan and Tom Petty and it went for about three days and I think Daz even had a few naps and it kind of put him off.
  • How often do you clear your browser history?
    Hardly ever
  • What’s the best job you’ve ever had?
    None really, I’m one of those people who just work for the pay packet. When I was pregnant with my third child I was working night shift reception at a local Motel (10pm to 7am) and they used to have wedding receptions there and after everyone had gone I was allowed to go into the cool room and eat whatever I wanted from the leftovers which was one of the best job perks I’ve had. Not good for the scales though – I put on 23 kilos that time.
  • What’s the worst job you’ve ever had?
    My first job. I worked for a local accountant as soon as I finished school and he was a dirty old bastard and now I’d have him up for harassment but back then I don’t think it was even an option or talked about. His wife worked there as well and she hated me because he was so obvious about it all and he was old and ugly and as if I’d ever want anything to do with him. There was another old bag working there as well – like at least 70 – and the wife and the old bag ganged up  against me and were just mean and nasty and between the three of them they really fucked up that year for me. I just walked out one day.
  • What magazines do you read, if any?
    What a waste of money magazines are. I borrow cooking magazines from the library sometimes. I like cooking magazines – they always have beautiful pictures on the covers. Beautiful pictures of things that I’ll never cook.

 

Ask Me meme

Ask Me Meme

from “Just keep swimming.” Dorothy, Finding Nemo

1:What was the last argument you had about?
The quickest way to get back home from the homemakers centre – yesterday. My husband is a fan of what I call the long short cut, he thinks he has all these tricky shortcuts worked out but he doesn’t. I’m the one driving around this place all the time – I know the shortcuts
2:How long is your longest relationship?
well besides my mother and siblings and two school friends it’s my husband – 25 years this year – half my life. I don’t think it’s wise to celebrate your 50th birthday and you 25th wedding anniversary in the same year – it just makes you realise how much of your life has passed.
3:What is something not many people know about you?
I don’t mind a bit of tapestry. It’s a winter thing.
5:Do you believe in fate/destiny?
I don’t know, not really. Although I do think it’s interesting how you’ll often see that someone has died who once survived some other accident/tragedy. Sort of as if they were meant to go the first time and once you’re number is called, well you may as well hand over the ticket.
6:Where is somewhere you’ve always wanted to live?
Anywhere across the road from the beach.
7:Has there ever been a song that made you cry?
Lots. Lol, remember that movie Spirit – about the horse? I took the kids to see that at the movies when they were small and there was one song in there that just about had me sobbing. There was this little girl sitting next to me and she was really upset as well – I felt as if I should hold her hand or something but I thought her father might think I was weird.
8:Do you jump/scare easily?
No, I’m pretty chill. Although if I’m asleep or reading and Chicken Little goes off her guts barking about something – that does give me a start.
9:Which birthday has been your favorite?
The older I get the less I care about my birthday. I used to love them all. I think I loved my 6th birthday the most because my teacher came and I was in love with her – Miss Brady was her name.
10:Have you ever been pulled over? Arrested?
Never – my record is spotless. Not even a speeding ticket or a parking fine.
11:Have you ever been to a fortune-teller?
Yes I went with a friend of mine once. Nothing she told me has eventuated.
12:What’s your favorite series of books?
Well I was a big fan of the Heidi books but the Faraway Tree trilogy would be my favourite as a child and probably The Dark Tower as a big girl; I was sorry to see that end.
13:Who is someone who you think knows the most about you outside of family?
My husband – although I suppose he’s family. One of my friends and I became friends at the age of 15 when I moved to a new school. We’ve been through a hell of a lot over the past 35 years. Marriage, kids, deaths, moves etc so I’d have to say her. Although I’m quite reserved about sharing my deepest darkest feelings, I don’t feel the need to disclose everything that’s going on.
14:What is the weirdest thing you’ve eaten?
Gee I don’t know, nothing much I don’t think. Are brains weird?
15:List one of your quirks.
I make up individual songs to sing to our animals – and sing them to them frequently. The last Cat we had, Carl, used to love it when I sang the – Special, special, special boy of love song to him and Chicken Little always seems pretty happy to hear the – Good Morning, good morning, how are you today song.
16:State 1 bad habit of yours.
I don’t eat fruit – I don’t think it’s a habit but it’s probably bad.
17:Has a scary movie ever given you nightmares?
Yes – The night of the Grizzly, which I watched when I was about 5 when Dad was asleep in his chair. It ruined my life, I haven’t slept since.
18:When was the last time you got your hair done in a salon?
Ages – at least six months. I decided to stop colouring it back then and I have to say that things are starting to get ugly now, I’m all sorts of crazy colours from snow white to black with all the years of colour and bleach in between. I think it’ll be ok when it’s all grown out though and if not, well I don’t care at the moment. I’ve been cutting it myself and I don’t know why I bothered paying a hairdresser to do it for so many years. My daughter cuts an inch off the back every month or so and then I layer it up.
19:What was the last thing you did with your friends?
That friend of mine from school I was talking about, well we went into town and had a long, long lunch that ended with dinner and covered two pubs, a bar and a Thai restaurant.
20:What’s something that you like to do that others might see as weird?
Nothing that I can think of –I’m pretty boring really. Sing to animals maybe? Or I can spend hours and hours lying in bed reading – days probably. See that friend of mine would think that’s weird because she’s one of those people who always have to be working and doing things, she can’t just sit and do nothing whereas doing nothing is one of my favourite pastimes.
21:What was the last trip you took?
It was a road trip to Surfers Paradise stopping at a few places along the way, it was just a couple of months ago. The weather was magic.

Valley

My daughter has bought herself a rag doll cat and she is called Valley. She’s lovely and cute but I haven’t got it in me to get attached to another animal so I’m just admiring her from afar. I didn’t want her to get a cat because they’re just such a big responsibility, any animal is and they can live for a lot of years but I couldn’t really say much seeing as how I’ve never been without dogs and/or cats. She grew up with four cats and two dogs and we set a good example by being very loving and responsible pet owners so I’m sure they’ll have many happy years together.

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They are definitely like rag dolls. Lizzie sends me a photo every day and yesterday I said – do you drug that cat or something! She just flops down and sleeps deep.

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This is her favourite way of sleeping on the lounge.

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Too cute. I hope they have a good lint brush there.

Daily Prompt: Mirror, Mirror

Look in the mirror. Does the person you see match the person you feel like on the inside? How much stock do you put in appearances?

I guess so – I don’t spend a lot of time in front of the mirror but I’m a realistic sort of person so I know I’m getting older and because I’d never bother with surgery or Botox or anything else things are going to change. I don’t think I feel as young as I did when I was 20 or 30 or that I even want to

It doesn’t freak me out that I’m looking older but it does freak me out a bit that I’m getting older. It’s because I’ll be turning 50 in about a month and I just can’t see how that can be possible. I know everyone bangs on about life beginning now and it being so wonderful and such a great time but I think they’re kidding themselves a teeny little bit. Sure I can see all the positives that come with getting older but when it comes down to it you haven’t really got a lot of good years left in you compared to the amount you’ve had. Even if you’re a fit older person you’ve probably only got until 75 – maybe 80 max I reckon where you can get around and travel and just do stuff easily. Sure you see the occasional 90-year-old jumping out of a plane but it’s not the norm. So that’s what kind of freaks me out; I’ve got a lot of things I want to do so I need to get cracking on them as time is flying.

Recently I bought one of those 6 x magnification mirrors because I couldn’t see what I was doing when I put my makeup on and man I can tell you, there’s no hiding from the truth in one of those things.

I don’t put a lot of stock in appearances and try not to judge people based on how they dress or look but I think it’s kind of natural to. You just have to go out for lunch or shopping with your elderly disabled father to see how people made assumptions about him based on how he presented physically. Or if I go out with my 80-year-old mother, people treat her like a child or as if she’s senile in some way. She was buying a coffee machine and I said I was going to go look at the cameras and the salesman said I’d better just stay there and hear what he had to say – because obviously my mother wasn’t going to understand or might forget in ten minutes time. I’m like – I don’t want the coffee machine, talk to her about it.

Anyway I think I’m off track now so I’ll just add this little part from the short story Eleven which kind of sums up how I feel about getting older. When I look in the mirror I just see me and I feel like me which is a culmination at this point of all the years I’ve ever been.

Sandra Cisneros 

What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are —underneath the year that makes you eleven.

Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.

Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.

Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen

Write a post inspired by your sixteenth birthday.

Dear Sweet Sixteen Self,

You could possibly lose this letter because you may already be drunk by now. Maybe you’ll lose it when you sit on Mrs Humphreys front fence and the whole thing falls over and you roll around on the lawn laughing hysterically with the four other girls who will be sitting there when you topple it. Or maybe you’ll lose it out at the cemetery, when you and your friend decide it might be a good idea to go out there at midnight with some older boys who have a car to see if you can find ghosties and spooky things and just scare yourself shitless in general. You won’t but it’s a laugh just running around out there.

I will warn you though that you need to have a good alibi in order before you get back to the house because Mrs Humphreys will put the two of you in different rooms and then interrogate you on where you’ve been, doing what and with whom. We thought she’d be in bed by then and we’d be able to sneak in but this will unfortunately not be the case.

Also – do not give up the names of the older kids who bought you the alcohol because then they’ll never do it for you again. (We didn’t dob).

So basically I’m telling you that it’s important to be a good liar on your 16th birthday and maybe don’t break the fence. Maybe if you don’t break the fence Mrs Humphreys won’t already be so pissed when you try to sneak in later.

Oh and keep those green overalls for as long as you can – because they’re awesome and when you’re 50 you’ll still remember them fondly. In fact, you’ll try to relive the green overall experience with a pair of maternity ones when you’re 26 – not quite the same but they will be pretty awesome as well.

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feeling the heat

I used to love summer; I couldn’t get enough of it. If someone told me when I was 20 that when I was 50 I’d like winter better I would have scoffed at the suggestion.

But winters are getting milder here and summers are definitely getting hotter every year. Just last week Adelaide was the hottest city on the planet; that just seems like crazy talk and the poor tennis players at the Australian Open were running around for hours in Melbourne in 50 degree heat (celsius).

7.30am here as I write this and it’s already stifling and clammy. Well I’m clammy, the atmosphere is stifling.

The best place to be on a hot summers day is in at the harbour where it can be 10 degrees cooler than it is here at home and only a 10 minute drive away. Or an 8 minute bus trip if you plan on whiling away the afternoon at a bar that serves cold wine and a good view.

That’s what I did on Friday afternoon with a good friend of mine. I love our old working harbour, you can sit there for hours watching the comings and goings. I’ve turned into one of those weird old people who enjoy going in and watching the coal ships come in. You always know when one’s coming or going because a helicopter goes up first and takes the pilot out and he’s lowered onto the ship then soon after you see the little tugs heading out; they always look so happy about their job.

School holidays end here soon and I’ll be able to head back to the pool. I usually try to avoid it when it’s swarming with kids.

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