tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48212810169408645222024-03-14T02:26:56.467+10:30Little BoozleExcellent at procastination, good at creating stuff, so-so at motherhood
but completely mediocre when it comes to cleaning the house.Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.comBlogger538125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-44819291868438973082015-05-12T11:32:00.000+09:302015-05-31T20:18:11.833+09:30Senescence (2)
In 2011, I wrote a post called Senescence
which was about the decline of the quality of my pop's life
in the immediate years after the death of my nan.
This past week I returned home to attend the funeral of my pop after his sudden passing.
This was not my pop that I wrote about 4 years ago.
This was my other grandfather,
the last of 16 siblings,
who died suddenly, just weeks Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-51115434882795662332015-02-06T11:42:00.000+10:302015-02-06T18:46:04.761+10:30Keeping the faith.
(www.youremyfavouritetoday.com)
We have entered that dangerous territory where
the two oldest children have admitted that the fairy dust has cleared
and that they no longer "believe".
Santa Claus? Easter Bunny? Tooth Fairy?
Nope.
Not buying it anymore.
Our kids are pretty naive and we have had a pretty good run.
I have only forgotten the nudge the tooth fairy once
in Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-51840474766656187452015-02-02T20:13:00.003+10:302016-05-16T14:55:17.067+09:30Dear Mr Facebook.
(www.techxplore.com)
You win, Mr Facebook, you win.
It is under some self-imposed duress
but I have finally created a Facebook account.
I had been proactively ignoring FB
for a few years now-
which is a big thing for me
because I am always heavily influenced by peer pressure.
I felt that if I avoided FB
I would be condescendingly superior in my mental- and possibly Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-88160666993492115852014-12-11T21:15:00.001+10:302014-12-11T21:15:23.323+10:30Tinsel, tummies and trajectories.
(thoughtsinlittleboxes.files.wordpress.com)
Last year I shared with you that
our house knows that Christmas is fast approaching
when the cats start pooing tinsel.
This year they have upped the ante.
This year they are vomiting fur balls of tinsel.
This year we might well be spending 25th December
at a vet clinic pulling Christmas tinsel out of a cat's tummy
instead of Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-85643722067410245972014-11-30T23:09:00.000+10:302014-12-01T12:11:53.671+10:30I am thankful.
Today I packed a box.
Tomorrow I will take it to the post office
so that it can make its way to Sydney
and its contents can then be sent on to the Philippines
in time for Christmas.
I have spent most of this year waiting
to be able to make that trip to the post office.
It seemed clear through the year how I would blog about this project
as a simple "look what I did" postTashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-83547534450759838722014-11-28T16:28:00.001+10:302014-11-29T17:54:06.184+10:30Computer security fail.
(www.extremetech.com)
My 11 year old son accessed his dad's computer today.
No password.
No hacking.
He accessed it because the facial recognition let him pass.
Genetics 1 - technological advancements 0
Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-41162301221529446022014-08-19T12:52:00.000+09:302014-08-19T16:16:56.050+09:30School lunch orders will never be the same again
Where I grew up,
Fandangle was not a word that you'd think of -or want-
associating with children's icecream.
I am guessing that Peters' marketing gurus didn't grow up where I did.
Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-3779155534658392192014-07-22T16:53:00.005+09:302014-07-24T12:44:52.428+09:30Humanity.
This post is probably not going to be very structured.
The thoughts have been swirling in my head for the past few days...
(www.blogs.cofc.edu)
I don't think anyone has passed through the past 5 days
with shaking their heads, clenching their fists, tearing over or crying
at the pure tragedy of those lost people of flight MH17.
Yet, while we are consumed by griefTashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-39153396904722012272014-06-20T23:01:00.000+09:302014-06-22T13:22:09.506+09:30Keep calm and place more blocks.
Sometime, I daresay in the not-so-distant future,
my (more than likely adolescent) son will throw the
"You don't ever do anything for me" line at me.
I'm ready.
I'll throw back the
"Do you know exactly little square blocks of chocolate cake I cut up and iced to make
that Minecraft cake for your 11th birthday?"
Admittedly, that might be only after the
"Do Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-38203707443463595752014-06-12T14:53:00.001+09:302014-06-12T17:45:10.311+09:30Lemon Shortcake. A substitute for John Barrowman.
(www.telegraph.co.uk)
I am in a slump this week.
I am trying to cope with the fact that John Barrowman
is actually in the same country as I am but I am not going to be able to stalk meet him.
I have turned to baking to deal with my depression.
(Needless to say that the kids are happier with that
than if their mum gone AWOL interstate to chase down my celebrity crush.
Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-55830430376927592962014-05-28T19:06:00.000+09:302014-05-28T19:06:45.163+09:30Nailed it!..No, I really mean it. I nailed that sucker.
You know those photos you see on the web?
Those postcards where they show a pic of the outcome of a really cool recipe
or fantabulous crafty project
or awesome science experiment on one half
while the other half displays a photo of the disastrous attempt
by one of us mere mortals to replicate it
with "Nailed It" in what is obviously the most sarcastic font
Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-58605465241783012312014-03-06T14:47:00.000+10:302014-06-12T14:56:33.442+09:30Hairy bits.
(www.drewdahlman.deviantart.com)
Please believe me when I say that when I got up this morning,
I had no thought to write a blog post
that was going to mention pubic hair.
Pubic hair in soap no less.
But wandering the supermarket aisles this morning,
my mind wandered,
and the posts about how I miss blogging,
about how sad I am at the passing of Phillip Seymour Hoffman,
Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-41051661573579368532014-01-16T21:29:00.001+10:302014-01-16T21:29:14.956+10:30"I'm melting. Melting! Oh, what a world! What a world!"
(www.dailytech.com)
The Wicked Witch of the West
couldn't have said it better if she'd tried.
The UN announced that little old Adelaide, South Australia, Australia
would today be the hottest city in the world.
In. The. Whole. Wide. World.
We didn't reach our expected high of 46 degrees Celsius.
(that's114.8 degrees Farenheit
if you are reading this in America, Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-90675248676573492812014-01-15T19:13:00.003+10:302014-01-15T19:13:49.968+10:30Parents would earn more badges than the best Scout in the world.
(www.today.com)
Imagine if, when you left the hospital with your first newly-born child,
precious little parcel in one arm,
amongst the nappy and baby shampoo samples, 59 teddy bears and bub's umbilical cord clip in your bag
was a shirt.
A really nice, brand new shirt, in your favourite colour,
a blank canvas front and back.
Imagine if, each time between that time
and the moment Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-17546811528225221982014-01-10T09:21:00.000+10:302014-01-13T22:39:29.181+10:30A new year? Ditch the Brasso.
(www.mcmillanhotels.co.uk)
Approaching midnight on 31st December,
the year is looking a fair bit tarnished and dusty.
I know that for most of us
there are glimpses of beauty and the brilliance that were there at 12:01 am
on the previous 1st January.
But instead of reaching for the dusters and the bicarb
to try and clean it up a bit as we have done through the year,
we getTashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-84205649373938003412013-12-12T14:45:00.000+10:302013-12-13T12:44:36.726+10:30Some people know that Christmas is approaching...
(www.windmillfighter.wordpress.com)
...when all the stores are playing (hideous- repetitive-elevator-music-versions of) Christmas Carols
and everywhere you look there are hundreds red and green candy canes...
...when their kids count down the days till Santa arrives...every day...all day...
..when they have already wasted a good few hours looking for that perfect egg nog recipe thatTashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-6768385240677610682013-11-21T19:41:00.002+10:302013-11-24T10:14:17.520+10:30Birds don't believe in gravity.
Does anyone else love a good conspiracy theory?
(www.chacha.com)
Mr Boozle and I watched a documentary this week.
It was called "JFK- The Smoking Gun"
and I am here to tell you right now that
the bullet that killed JFK was accidentally fired
by a Secret Service Agent.
After watching it, I have absolutely no doubt at all.
Well, that is until I watch a documentary
Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-49954458869364954852013-11-12T14:47:00.002+10:302013-11-12T14:47:33.308+10:30There are some things that you can live without knowing.
Some scientists in the world are trying to find a solution for world poverty and famine.
Others are assessing the problem of global warming.
Countless dedicated people are trying to find a cure for cancer.
While others spend 2 years of their lives swabbing belly buttons
to study naval biodiversity.
(www.kidshealth.org)
Today I found out that belly button fluff (or lint, whatever Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-55765001091160043082013-11-05T17:48:00.002+10:302013-11-05T17:59:35.497+10:30The aftermath (Or "There is nothing worse than a reformed coffee addict")
(www.wallsave.com)
It was 6 weeks ago today that such a tiny organism
created such a huge amount of disruption to my life and my health.
In the past fortnight,
finally, my energy levels and sleep patterns have returned to normal
and the still occasional abdominal cramping (because I ate something that obviously wasn't rice) has stopped.
But my body (or my mindset) is still in a Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-38576484977351210092013-10-10T15:22:00.001+10:302014-07-22T14:23:32.528+09:30How to lose up to 5 kilograms in 10 days. But I do strongly recommend that you read the fine print.
I am here to tell you about a little weight loss secret.
Forget the Atkins diet and the cabbage soup.
Forget the CSIRO diet and protein shakes.
Forget about Weight Watchers or Jenny Craig.
Forget about eating a tapeworm or those pills that stop you from digesting fat.
If you want to lose weight, fast, cheaply
I strongly recommend a good dose of Salmonella.
It works wonders.
That Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-55782308665248657152013-08-20T22:50:00.003+09:302013-08-21T17:05:15.548+09:30So let me get this straight.
(www.theguardian.com)
The 350 native Alaskans who populate the town of Newtok
(plus about 180 other town populations in Alaska)
are being forced to relocate as erosion resulting from global warming effects
is causing their town to sink.
Their town could be underwater as early as 2017 but
finding funding to rebuild such villages for climate change refugees
is a new and challenging task.
Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-10349462922543677862013-07-15T20:03:00.002+09:302013-07-16T18:30:17.564+09:30Surround yourself with people who make you a better person.
(en.paperblog.com)
I an a reasonably anti-social creature.
I have a small group of friends that I consider myself close to.
One is from high school,
a few are from university and college;
others from work, my children's school, the internet and so on.
What do they have in common?
They are really good people.
Yes, we all have our failings
(like leaving the toilet seat up
or Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-91311779947382032942013-07-12T20:33:00.003+09:302013-07-12T22:57:31.530+09:30Let them eat cake. After beating it into submission with a rolling pin.
It has been a long time since I have done any "real" art.
The sort that you do with pencils and paper or paints.
I reckon it was 1987 the last time I did anything significant like this drawing.
It is always something that I am going to get back to when I have the time.
My creative outlet these days comes in the form of sewing, knitting
and making birthday cakes.
With the exception of Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-37552926322455498972013-07-02T12:22:00.002+09:302013-07-02T13:14:18.630+09:30Sex Ed. Or why 249 million sperm have to die.
(www.healthewomb.co.uk)
My mother is not a great communicator,
especially when it comes to emotional issues.
I remember calling her from University, distressed that a friend had died,
and her response was "Well, that's not very good, is it?"
When I had reached puberty, she handed me a book.
That was how I learnt about menstruation and other rather significant changes
that Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821281016940864522.post-23757654128339215192013-06-28T17:55:00.001+09:302013-06-28T18:46:44.817+09:30House keeping
I need to dust off my blog a bit
and give it a spring clean.
In the process, I should also let you know
that, with the imminent demise of google reader,
you can start following me over at Bloglovin'...
Just click on that button over there,
yes, up there in the top left corner;
yes, that's the one.
Or click here:
http://www.bloglovin.com/blog/5290819/little-boozle
Tashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02216773844356794636noreply@blogger.com1