Let’s Play! Charades Episode Six

The rules are over at Daisy’s

Category

Words = Seven

Other = General Vibe rather than word specific.

Accent: Kiwi with Australian inflections
Bra size: 36DD (I believe the expression is generously proportioned…)
Chore I hate: Dusting – so it is rarely done…
Dad's name: Bob (short for Kate *nods to Blackadder*)
Essential make-up: Foundation
Favorite perfume: Coco Mademoiselle
Gold or Silver: Always Gold
Hometown: Cambridge, New Zealand
Interesting fact: I have lived on 3 continents.
Job title: Website Administrator
Kids: love em – want em, only have nieces and nephews though.
Living arrangements: Beachside apartment with 1 roomate
Mom's Birthplace: Napier, New Zealand
Number of apples eaten in last week: (0 number of apples eaten in last year: 0!)
Overnight hospital stays: 1 at age 4
Phobia: None
Question you ask yourself a lot: “Is this my Problem?”
Religious affiliation: Christian
Siblings: 3 – 2x sisters 1x brother plus the reverse of siblings in-law
Time I wake up: 6am (I know, what am I thinking?)
Unnatural hair color: N/A
Vegetable I refuse to eat: Mushrooms (are they vegetables?)
Worst habit: Getting irritated by the sound of people eating … it’s dumb but I can’t help it.
X-rays: Foot, back
Yummy food I make: Ricotta Hotcakes with Honeycomb butter
Zodiac sign: Aries

Stolen from Impossible Jane who stole it from Tracey who stole it from someone else!!

It is hard to write much of a day when you did as little as I did… a spot of vacuuming, a spot of work and touches of eating, baking and sleeping. I am happy to have completed the templates for the interfaces I was asked to create for my 2nd contract. I’m a bit happy with them, hopefully the client will be too.

I got an email from my cousin today too. He is the proud father of my new 1st cousin once removed 3 days older than Ticker. A little Zoe. Seems like that branch of the family throws all the girls…

Anyway, 5 days till NZ and I am starting to worry about packing… Not so worried as Secret Agent Josephine who is heading to Paris soon… but the presents are packed and I am looking at the number of evenings I have to get ready and it is only 5… Not that I have ever worried about it before, usually it’s chuck jeans and a jumper and off we go… not forgetting the passport and ticket…

This time I think it will be

1. Small things
2. Jeans
3. T-shirt
4. Jumpers
5. Pyjamas (musn’t forget … usually do)
6. Toothbrush etc
7. Shampoo and Conditioner
8. Laptop with lovely global dialler for regular blogging
9. Dollars for buying new clothes
10. Christmas in a Suitcase
11. Camera and Bits
12. Journal
13. Library Books
14. Oh yeah… passport and ticket.

One may think from title above that there may be a lack of tensile strength in European Menswear…
This is not the case as far as I know.. More a reference to my evening spent with Bet, and other members of the European Community in Australia, specifically those associated with an internationally reknown firm of accountants.

Anyway, Bet and I joined one of our other card buddies Ascha at her home overlooking the gorgeous Mosman Bay and Sydney City for a Easter Egg hunt and a Barbeque.

There were the following countries represented. NZ (1-me), Australia (1), Germany (6), Belgium (2), USA – New York (1). There was much mirth over differing interpretations of English language, the vagaries of Australian life and culture and great hilarity at Ascha and Alf’s expense as, none of us arrived at the appointed time. They must have thought we were all awfully slack because we were all more than an hour late…

Of course, they had forgotten to put back their clocks! It is something they will not soon forget again… our company was merciless in not letting them live it down…

I was the only mono-linguist there, even the New Yorker was actually Italian/American so bilingual too and the Australian girl had a German husband and so was fluent in German… !! I really need to brush up on my French so I can keep up.

My life has become so much richer in having met Bet. I have met more people than I ever would have without her and I am loving it!!! I am beginning to belive that life is too short to stay in our little insular groups and not meet other people. To not be afraid of saying Hi when you may ordinarily just stand in the queue looking straight ahead, when you may walk past with your eye on the ground avoiding eye contact with anyone. I am beginning to see the truth in the adage = Strangers are the friends we haven’t yet met…