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Quote of the day "I'll wear whatever you want me to wear...but I'm not wearing that"


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This quote resonated in my head this morning:

"Music organises your intelligence" - Wynton Marsalis

It was spoken in the context of jazz - but I'm now thinking about it in relation to other genres and I think there is some truth in that. It also says something about the intelligence of some of the people producing some of the garbage that is around at the moment too...

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I woke up this morning to find two lovers in my kitchen.

I did what any girl would do at 5 am - I screamed and threw a tea towel at them.

The two freaky little cockroaches did the bolt across the kitchen counter whilst I reached for the spray.

Now you must understand that these are no ordinary cockroaches...these are freaky mutant roaches from Mars. Picture little brown bugs but with 'frilly' shells. Disgusting - even more disgusting than the ordinary roach. I don't like other cockroaches, but they don't make me feel physically ill looking at them like these things do... and they were doing hanky panky in my kitchen!!!!!!

Anyway Rocheo (little male) hid straight away and fat Juliet bore the brunt of the spray. She took a dive off the counter, crawled a metre and lay on her back kicking her little legs around. And no, I did not feel sorry for the icky bug.

Don't think Rocheo got away though. I found his little hidey hole behind the rice cooker. Obviously knowing his doom he took a kamakaze suicide dive off the counter as well. He was met at the bottom with a blast of spray. He ran around in blind circles before hauling himself...wait for it...next to his dying lady. And that's where he stayed...

...and NO, I still did not feel sorry for the icky bugs.



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So I dropped my hero off at the airport and watched the sky until his plane took him right out of view.

I felt like I was in one of those old war movies and I should have been running after the plane with a handkerchief in my hand.

Funny, but as fast as I could run, and as high as I could jump, I couldn't seem to catch the rotten thing.

...and that's that. I won't see him again until a week and a bit before the wedding.

Though I don't have to hide the chocolate anymore!

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I love Wikipedia.

What is there that you cannot research?

Would you believe that this post actually began discussing a random occurance today regarding Powderfinger's Double Allergic. Sparing a thought for people out there who may not know who/what a Double Allergic is I decided to throw in a link...and what do you know, it's there...what's more, even D.A.F. has its own article.

I also learnt that there is a distinct difference between 'booger' and 'snot'.

As a Year 1 teacher it is important to know these things (coincidentally a boy actually told me today very matter-of-factly "I like to eat my boogers because they are salty").

I also never realised that there were so many derivatives of the word 'bugger'.

And so the trail continues...

It happens every time, I go look up one thing and before you know it, I'm looking at an article on the Irish Potato Famine wondering how I got there from the Amazon Rainforest.

So yeah...Double Allergic...

...ahh, it's not that interesting anyway...

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Whilst at the school Cross Country Carnival I received a phone call on my mobile. Being an 'organiser' I had been receiving a barrage of calls all day - including missing equipment, late people, locked gates and lost buses...

...this one was in regards to a little darling who had hurt herself along the track. So I did what any teacher would do...

I took a short cut.

The short cut consisted of walking out a gate, sliding down an embankment and climbing through some bushes. Of course if I have to go to that much trouble, I was going to make the most of it.

So when some snotty usually 'too-cool-for-school' senior boys came running past, I did what any teacher would do....

I leapt out of the bushes and roared.

I think I can take some credit for the two boys who won the race - I have never seen kids run so fast during an endurance event....

Oh yes, I did find the little girl eventually. She wasn't too impressed when her teacher turned the corner wailing like an ambulance. Apparently that's not very cool either.


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