Cat-astrophes

So it has been brought to my attention that I am indeed 'not the only one' as I was made out to feel (see previous post).

In the Chocolate Review post, Tim claims that there is no 'right' way to eat a Freddo...and proceeds to list 3 variations. The second one is applicable to me...

2) Start at his feet and eat upwards, as if he is 'sinking' into your mouth, at the same time, imagining his froggy cries of anguish as he disappears down your throat. Make him 'cry' before he 'croaks'!

...However again I would like to point out that although it alludes to some sort of sadistic chocolate habit it isn't so!

PS. I'm on HOLIDAYS!!!!!

xxx

Recently I was in the staffroom eating a Freddo whilst working on a writing program for next term unaware that I was being studied by a colleague.

After a few minutes I'd finished the chocolate and she spoke up -

"So have you always eaten Freddo Frogs backwards?"
"excuse me?"
"You ate it backwards - feet first...have you always done that?"
"Well, yes actually...though I wasn't aware that there was a particular way to eat them..."
"Is that some sort of sadistic tendency where you want your victim to be conscious until the very end?"
"WHAAAAAAT????"

Determined to prove that I wasn't the only one, I proceeded to question everyone that came within the room. Apparently everyone eats Freddos head first.

So suddenly I was forced to examine the 'why' behind my eating habits of a chocolate...did they mask some darker desire, or did I simply have a foot fetish? Maybe it was simply a coincidence that every time I opened up one of the smiley-faced chocolates I just happened to eat it feet-first.

But....alas....there is actually a reason.

When I was much younger I recieved 20 cents pocket money weekly. Freddos, back in those days, were worth 10 cents. Being the budding chocoholic, I couldn't resist (I used to go by the philosophy of spend half, save half) however being my weeks worth of chocolate, I would try to make it last as long as possible...

Day 1 - buy the little frog. That was excitement enough at 8.
Day 2 - eat his feet.
Day 3 - nibble up to his first hand.
Day 4 - eat up to his second hand.
Day 5 - eat the hand, and leave the head.
Day 6 - my favourite day - the head!
Day 7 - anticipate pocket money day....

And the reason why I didn't go back the other way was because I would save the greatest quantity to last...

So sorry, no cannibalistic traits or any other weirdness aside from habits formed by a young obsessive compulsive 8 year old.

xxx

I've barely had time to sneeze lately...which is actually a bit of an exaggeration because I have been sneezing quite a lot lately...

I've been thinking a lot about the concept of time and priorities. Somebody asked me recently to help out with something and it 'only takes a commitment of 2 nights per week'. I tried to explain that I simply couldn't do that.

'Well, what do you do?"

I found it hard to think on my feet - what do I do? Let's have a look at the week ahead for example:

Monday - work 6:30-3:30, visit parents/aunt/uncle 4-5:30, salsa 6-9, sleep 10pm
Tuesday - work 6:30-8pm, 9pm sleep (not looking forward to this day!)
Wednesday - work 6:30 - 5:30, staff dinner 7-who knows whenpm
Thursday - work 6:30-4:30, dinner with friend 5pm-late
Friday - work 6:30 - 5 , celebrate holidays 5pm onwards!!!!

And don't even suggest my weekends are lazy...church, cleaning, and time with two of my favourite people don't leave much time left to pee. But again, this is an exageration because again, I pee numerous times on a weekend...

The thing is that this is a very stereotypical week - usually I am lucky to have a night to myself in the week...

...and this is where I started thinking priorities. As much as I'd love to try, work is not going to budge. As for main priorities - here lies family, the man and closest friends. After these comes salsa (only form of fitness at the moment!) and closer friends. Time that is left over (which is generally minimal) is still up for grabs but people who know me generally know I need notice.

I tried to organise a coffee with a colleague earlier this month and she threw up her hands in exasperation when I asked 'how's October for you?'.

I kindly explained to the person who had made this 'extra-commitment' offer that at this point in my life it wasn't going to happen. When I become a hermit and only have school to bother with, then I'll gladly take up something else - but for now I need that balance to keep from going insane.

And time for myself? Well, I'm sure if I book in early enough with my secretary I might get some...

xxx

Have you ever come across a sight that brought you to tears? Maybe because it was so sad, maybe because it was so beautiful. I find that images move me easily...maybe its because I"m more visual than anything else. Still images can move me, and film even more so...for this reason I hate war movies...I can't emotionally deal with them - I bawled from the beginning to the end of Saving Private Ryan...and Black Hawk Down...not to mention countless others.

Lately though I've been bombarded with a flood of beautiful words. Words that have just pierced my heart and brought me to a mushy mess. I mean people have said lovely things to me before that made me become overwhelmed with emotion, but these are words that are just so touchingly breathtaking that they leave me misty and speechless.

So this is where I write examples, right?

Actually, no...the most beautiful thing about words is, like an improvised song, the note is sounded and then it melts away. The extent of its beauty seems to only exist not only in the essence of its sound and its meaning, but in its timing, context and delivery.

I can't do a song like that justice on a blog.

So I say go and collect the music for yourself.

xxx

You know those 250g bags of m&ms with 'tear n share' scrawled across the side? You're supposed to tear the whole length of the bag so that it is easier for people to dig in.

Well...I only tear the corner. And I don't share them.

*phew* I feel so much better now for admitting that.

xxx