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THE OTHER DAY I almost died at the fate of a novelty sized toasted sandwich maker falling on my head. Actually - it didn't fall on my head, but it was so close I could feel the airwaves alter around me. I was putting the very large appliance in its very unsafe home (about two metres from the ground on a very high shelf) when I had the sudden thought, "this probably isn't the smartest thing I'll do all day." It wasn't.  Now, I'm not a very tall girl... perhaps 167cm...(even though I often put 166cm in my theatre CV hoping that's short enough to one day fit in Glinda's bubble in Wicked)... so when I stood on my tip-toes trying to put the maker in its rightful place, I kind of had to jump to get it there...and then secure it precariously with my finger tips. I stood away thinking, "job... somewhat ...done." It was when I was making toast (guiltily with peanut butter and honey) with my back turned when I heard a massively large t...

Chapter 36: Gallipoli: A bit of Aussie pride EVEN the rowdiest young Australian could be hushed by the emotional experience of Gallipoli on Anzac Day. The crowd of thousands of Australians, New Zealanders and a handful of Turks (mostly officials) are silenced just before the dawn service. Everyone rubs his or her sleepy eyes.  Most of the group hasn’t slept since arriving at Anzac Cove the evening before. I know I vaguely slept. It was a mixture between anticipation of the huge day that lay before me and possibly the discomfort of sleeping on the ground that kept my eyes open for the majority of the night.  It would have been low for me to complain of discomfort however, seeing as our forefathers fighting for Australia and New Zealand had it much, much worse. They didn’t just have the cold, they had the added factor of the threat of death, not just from opposing soldiers, but also from disease and severe weather conditions. We arrived at Anzac C...

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 ...