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AND...I'm back. I went to a wedding last weekend and I thought...this place looks kind of country (Gunnedah, NSW) I think the experience calls for a bush poem. Now I've never really dabbled into bush poetry, but as far I can see, you just have to make the iambic pentameter (or whatever the equivalent for bush poetry is) a bit more bouncy...and hope that the reader will have a real laid back internal monologue voice going on...."There was movement at the station, for the word had got around...) and then try and throw in some rhymes...hopefully to the tune of ABAB or at least ABCB. Anyway, let's give it a crack (insert whip noise here).  A Country Wedding By Maree Butterworth  I'm glad I wasn't driving,  Because it did take all day,  My little bro was whinging,  Pretty much the whole way. But finally as the day passed,  I could see the town in sight.  A big drive from Brisbane,  But too close to catch a flight.  ...

Happy Easter!!! I'm taking a break from blogging this week because of Easter, and the need to put my effort into assignments! Will be back next week :-)

Let's get physical!!! This post is going to discuss two elements that come into play when you exercise, the thought of: "Am I too old to be doing this?" and "I think exercise decreases my brain cells significantly..before and after.. ." Discussion 1: Am I too old to be doing this? The other day when I was riding a pogo stick and crashed into a trampoline.... no that hasn't happened...yet.  Last night, I was at my weekly jazz class. There is a move in our dance where you jump as high as you can and then delicately plummet to the ground, landing on your bum and tilting backwards to flip your legs over to be standing up...it's kind of like a continued "yoga plough" position? I don't think I'm describing that very well, just think of something very awkward and you'll get a vision of me in all my non-dancing-glory. Over the last few weeks I've done the move about five times per dance class, so probably about 30 times...let...

Before I begin, there is a little tab at the bottom of this page which says: Subscribe by email.....do it! Where was I? Oh.  Let's get FARCICAL! I was involved in an incident on Tuesday which could have been a scene from a farce. No one likes Tuesday...and on this particular Tuesday I had a meeting...let's just say it was very, very important. Was it important? Let's just say....yes. So, my colleague and I arrived at this meeting, all dolled up in business attire which is big for me, as where ever I can get away with it - I usually just go for casual. To make you feel part of the moment, I'll now switch to present tense....(you may or not like to insert a harp or chime sound here as if we're going back in time). We walk through the door to the reception and realise we are about 15 minutes early. No one is at reception so I decide to insert a loo dash into the next three minutes (don't worry, this won't be time for some toilet humour). I reach...

There's a lot to be said about trying to be comical. Last week, for instance, I was packing envelopes to send USBs with photos to conference delegates when I had the bright idea of placing two envelopes on my hands to say: "Look at me...I'm Edward Postage-Hands!" (and I wasn't referring to what the classic movie's porno version is probably called...I was purely just trying to be witty!). No one laughed so I presumed they hadn't heard my joke...so I repeated it.... ...silence.... (Apart from the candid laughter echoing in my mind) It was the same reaction I got when I worked at a cafe a few years ago. I was placing cups and sauces above the coffee machine and tried to carry as many cups on each finger to save time.  As you'd mind imagine..my Edward-Tea-Cup-Hands..it didn't get the laughter it deserved.. maybe it was them? ....definitely not me.  Fortunately, this post is not about being COMICAL but is rather ... again....about getting ...

"REE, of all the posts you've written, the one about the Importance of Being Ernest was my least favourite," my brother told me politely. I didn't take offense at all, the fact that he had read all of them was compliment enough! He can join my small group of weekly avid readers which includes my mum....my step-mum, sister, future sis-in-law.......did I mention my mum? Thank goodness I'm from a large family! (If you are part of this rather exclusive group, please make yourself known by commenting at the bottom of this blog or send me an email at mareewrites@gmail.com. I would love to hear from you). So, Nicholas...if that is your real name...sink your teeth into this one! It's about classical writing as well! Let's get CLASSICAL! I started to read Emma by Jane Austen the other day... sdal;kfjhwaeiotweat9wra Oh sorry, I just fell asleep on my keyboard thinking about it. I'm not really being fair. I started to read it when I was jet-lagged ...

When it comes to theatrical experiences, who hasn't at least once hummed the Rocky or Chariots of Fire theme song when doing something mediocre, such as, getting the mail, trying to run up a hill or sprinting to the clothesline without a bra before your neighbours catch you. Let's get MUSICAL!!! How can the words "I love you" get the maximum effect? I know! Sing it loud and proud at the top of your voice, throw in "always" and allow for a few key changes inserted with maximum precision. Did I mention I saw The Bodyguard - The Musical last week when I was in London? Well I did and it was awesome...I also saw my favourite musical, Singin' in the Rain , my not-so-favourite, A Chorus Line  and the brilliant play, The Mousetrap by Agatha Christie. A while ago, when I was a journo in Toowoomba, I wrote an entire column trying to incorporate as many names of musicals as possible...clever? More like, time consuming and a mental challenge! Since the...