Tag tag double tag

Minstrel tagged me, but how am I ever going to do this? Six years in London and not that much to show for it, despite living in Paul McCartney's neighbourhood for three of them...In fact, I should also have bumped into Kate Moss, Noel Gallagher, Jude Law, Sienna Miller, et al. as well.

But here goes:

The rules:

• Link to the person who tagged you.
• Leave a comment on their blog so that their readers can visit yours.
• Post the rules on your blog.
• Share the seven (7) most famous or infamous people you have met. Or go with the original 7 weird things about yourself. Or with Sandra's change and list your 7 favorite writing websites. Lots of choices!
• Tag 7 random people at the end of your post.
• Include links to their blogs.
• Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Seven (In)famous people I have met or seen face-to-face:

1. Liza Minelli - during intermission at a showing of Curtains in New York. However, she was on TV here in London last week and I totally forgot I'd seen her in NYC!

2. The 11th Duke of Marlborough - at a gala banquet at Christie's. He looks like a slim version of Churchill. (The Spencer-Churchill family resemblance is strong. Compare Diana's father Earl Spencer too.) I also saw his grandson Alexander S-C, who made a speech.

3. At school I used to be friends with the niece of the man who invented the Bic pen.

4. My mother's childhood friend Nalini became Miss Guyana 1974. Later the two of them moved to London, where Nalini met my uncle, an artist who only dated titled ladies or models. This is how my parents met.

5. A former classmate is exiled royalty. There's also a friend who knows Prince Harry. And another friend of mine introduced me to his school chum who is a lord.

6. Charles Dance - British actor, in the deli meats aisle a few weeks ago at Waitrose on Finchley Road. He really couldn't decide between the Prosciutto di Parma and the San Daniele.

7. Princesses Beatrice & Eugenie, and their mother Sarah, Duchess of York - in the Harley Street area (lots of private consulting doctors). The girls got out of a chauffered dark car after Fergie pulled up in another one, and hugged her before she went on to enter one of the buildings with a bodyguard, and then the girls were whisked away once more.

However, my dad did much more hobnobbing in the glamour days, jet-setting with a Lady and dating a Rothschild. I bet his list would be really cool.

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I tag any of you who know enough people to populate a list!

Baby Tag

Being in the family way, Planethalder has tagged me for baby pics of myself and significant other. I chose one about the same age as the one she posted, but as I have no significant other, there is another one of even tinier me.

I was probably a year old here and just learning to walk. My theory is, being in a hurry to get out I was then in no hurry to grow.



The hair hasn't changed much...well, it's neater. What I am doing with my hand could be one of three things:
1) Greek Orthodox sign of blessing
2) Texas Longhorns team sign
3) Vulcan peace sign




Like a bag of sugar with spaghetti fingers and a somewhat transparent head. There are more here. I've seen these pics countless times but suddenly today I looked at them with new eyes, forgetting they were me, and I felt so sorry for that fragile little thing I nearly melted.


We have already seen Nikki's baby pics this year, so I tag ALL of you, come on, let's see eensy weensie you!

EYE LIKE

Have I just invented a new Tag? If so, YOU are tagged! :)

Christopher, thank you for the inspiration.

TASK - You have to post items in colours you find yourself instinctively attracted to. Items you would touch in a shop, things you'd want to take home with you, so they have to appeal aesthetically too.

These pics were originally seen in my blog nearly 2 years ago: Oh no no no
My penchant for these colours were pointed out years ago by Vanessa when we were living at university. So my taste is constant, but I wish I had time to add some fluffier things.

My favourite colours include mint, sage, robin's egg blue, seafoam green, heliotrope, mauve, lavender, turquoise, jade...Behold:

And the nominees are

This will be quite a challenge, as too many bloggers have become inactive this year!

A few weeks ago, Beenzzz nominated me for:


(Thank you Beenzzz - I love your humour, your optimism, your strength of personality, and you have a great eye for photography.)

I have to choose only 5 gals, and most of the active female bloggers I know have already been nominated!.....grrr.....

1. Um Naief
2. Guyana Gyal
3. Planethalder
4. Nikkipolani
5. Jahooni

I enjoy reading your funny, warm, entertaining, sophisticated, informative posts, and seeing the beautiful images you share. When you don't blog, I miss you! Keep up the good work, girls!

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This weekend, Lotus and ML made nominations for this award, and I was a nominee:

About the award: This award is for the bloggers who: effortlessly weave their way in and out of the blogosphere, leaving friendly trails and smiles, happily making new friends along the way. They don’t limit their visits to only the rich and successful, but spend some time to say hello to new blogs as well. They are the ones who engage others in meaningful conversations, refusing to let it end at a mere hello - all the while fostering a sense of closeness and friendship.

(Lotus, thank you for opening our eyes to little known corners of the world, the people in them, and the lives they lead.
ML, you're one of the bright sparks who keep optimism and laughter alive in this blogosphere.)

I nominate:

1. Moody Minstrel
2. Um Naief
3. Nikkipolani
4. LB
5. Amit

You are faithful, regular readers, who are often the first to comment. Between us, we have developed a pleasant dialogue, thereby creating a wonderful little blog neighbourhood.

Thank you Blogger Girls and Blog Schmoozers for putting up with my recent long rants, offering advice, making me laugh, nagging and supporting me. Without you guys, I would have retired from the blogosphere long ago. I promise to return to form really soon.

Finally, I hope none of you named on this page quit for a loooong time yet. :)

Back in Time Tag

Selba tagged me quite a while ago and I only found out this week! So, here goes.

In short, I wish to go back to my early 20s when life was good.

Longer Version:

I wish to go back to my early 20s. I was at university, enjoying my studies, living on campus with Vanessa, the best roomie ever and hanging out with Jason and Johnny, to whom I would entrust my life. They were part of my close, adventurous, fun, varied, cosmopolitan, caring group of friends (who are still there). We would go to the opera or the ballet downtown, or to the beach, or for pancakes at midnight. I was emotionally strong and intact, there for my friends, ready to listen to problems, a shoulder to cry on, a voice of comfort, the therapist-to-be. I was also funny and witty, and my father and I were like a stand-up routine.

Finally filling out after being underweight my whole life, I had my hair in its first short cut and was discovering fashion because clothes finally fit without alteration. I was stylish for the first time ever.

I wanted for nothing and had access to more funds than I could ever need. I had my own car and even spent 6 months driving my Dad's sporty car, which is when I properly learned to drive, to corner, to floor it, to feel the feedback of road under wheels, and the round sound it would make at optimum speed which felt like the sweet spot on a tennis racquet.

I was making great grades, a committee chair in Program Council - used to run a coffee cart every Wednesday for the night students. I was President and Treasurer of our uni's chapter of Psi Chi (psychology honor society). I even worked part time in the psychology department and at the student volunteer office.

My parents were still together - they laughed and teased, held hands, kissed in the kitchen; everyone who saw them wanted what they had. We lived in a big four bedroom house in the pine forest north of Houston, part of a close knit community, a beautiful hometown with its own ballets and symphonies, but also the summer home of the Houston Ballet, Grand Opera, and Symphony. Every summer we would go to concerts and festivals; every October to the Greek Festival or International Fest downtown - I had more culture there than I do here.

We had neighbours to share homebaked cookies with, or invite round to use the jacuzzi, floating a bowl of grapes back and forth, or I'd babysit their dogs; the type of neighbours you wave at as you pass, roll down your window or park and walk over for a chat while they wait for the school bus; BBQ on someone's driveway on National Neighbourhood Night Out. Go to the grocery store for 5 minutes and end up taking an hour because you chat with everyone - friends and strangers.

We had a big front yard with roses and flowers for the hummingbirds. A big backyard that produced all manner of flower, herb, tropical fruit and vegetable - and hosted all manner of wildlife, some things we only saw once (like a flying squirrel). Plus I was always rescuing animals like the wren, the baby red cardinal, the wood pigeon, the newly hatched finch. My snuggly bunnies Lulu (the smart dog-cat-rabbit), Dapple (the soft shy velvet one) and Muffet (the white tailed spunky one) were still alive. We had a canary called Romeo who sang to break your heart, and a Society Finch called Lena who loved to watch TV.

Dad and I used to stand on the driveway at 3am watching meteor showers, and the silhouettes of the pine trees against the full moon.

I had the security of a stable home life and love, and that abundant confidence of the undergrad who knows the world is her oyster. I want that oyster back...


I tag (can sisters count as one? Ha!):

1. Um Naief & Jahooni
2. Lotus
3. Beanzzz & Zee
4. Nikki
5. Guyana Gyal

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Instructions:

Title: The Age That I Wish To Go Back To
Requirement: Write about the one age that you wish to go back to and why?
Tag Mode: 5 bloggers
1st - You leave blog and post link and add to the list below.
2nd - Let the blogger you want to tag know they had been tagged by commenting in their blog.

The Age that they Wish to Go Back to:

Amidrin wish to go back to age 22 to correct back some mistakes in life.
Lemonjude wish to go back to age 6 to enjoy kid’s life.
Hui Sia wish to go back to age 16 to meet her first lover again.
Giddy Tiger wishes to go back to a childhood life with no worries in the world.
Rinnah wishes she could turn back time to the happiest days of her life.
Ehon doesn't wanna go anywhere.
Chen wanna go back to age 19 to take a different pathway in life.
Selba wishes to go back to the time where she could persuade her parents not to move to Indonesia.
Olivia wishes to go back to her early 20s when the world was her oyster.

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Two tag or not two tag

Jahooni, who has an enviably short middle name, tagged me to do this, and I hope she doesn't regret it by the end.

1.You have to post these rules before you give the facts.

2.You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.

3.At the end of your blog post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Middle Name : melissa

(m) Melissa means "bee" in Greek and "honey" in Latin

(e)veryone makes a big deal of my Greek heritage even though I'm only quarter

(l)ittle children are drawn to me even though I am a bit shy with them

(l)oyalty is my motto

(i)ndependence I like, but not to the extent of loneliness

(s)ome people think I am too serious

(s)inging is my favourite artistic pursuit

(a) bunny rabbit hug would be most welcome right now

Man, that was hard!

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I started this post a couple of days ago, but didn't get round to the body of it until tonight. I was so run down from the week-long physical imbalance - not eating or drinking enough, few breaks, and a constant headache - that I was as frozen as a block of ice last night. I curled up on the couch to watch TV, wrapped in a fluffy blanket. I don't even do that when I have the flu. And then I slept for 10 hours straight.

I dread Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday at work. I wish I had lied about my departure date, which I initially thought was Tuesday until I looked at my itinerary. Tell you what, I need to learn to lie better. I've always known I was too honest for my own good.

Do you know, on Friday around mid-morning, I said to him I'd like to take my half-hour break earlier rather than later so that I could run to the chemist and pick up some tablets for my headache which was getting worse as the day wore on. He fended that off by saying we had a lot to get through first, so I hung on and snacked slowly on a bag of cheese puffs, since I cannot do anything but pay attention to what I am doing, as he won't stop talking if I pause to take a drink or sneeze. Around 2.15 I got the all-clear, buzzed off to buy fast-acting painkillers, and pick up some sushi. Thank God, a couple of people turned up not long after, and, not knowing how long they would stay, I swallowed the 6 pieces of sushi and seaweed salad in about 5 minutes. The headache, however, refused to go and persisted at about 40% for the rest of the day.

I'm not against working hard, but I am a human being. But nothing exists outside that office, it seems.

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Planethalder has also tagged me...

WHAT'S IN YOUR FRIDGE?



It's a bit empty at the moment, full of bits n pieces and leftovers. Skimmed for her and semi skimmed for me. Lots of fruit juices and drinking yogurts and sport bottles, and some of her daily ginger concoction. Jam, salad dressings, olive oil spread, mayo. Eggs for cooking, eggs for eating. Some lamb chops marinading for tomorrow, houmous, crispy fried karila (an exotic vegetable). Chocolate chocolate chip muffins for my breakfast next week. A jar of that Peruvian chili sauce. Home-sliced emmentaler cheese. A jar of Loyd Grossman spaghetti sauce. Lemons, cilantro/coriander leaf, onions, garlic, ginger root, chilis.

Tag Tag

I was tagged twice last week. Sorry I forgot until a few days ago, and it's taken 3 attempts to finish it!

Floatykatja tagged me this:

Tagged

‘The rules are simple. There are 9 questions (3², each of which has 3 answers, to give a total of 27, or 3³. The whole point is that the questions are somewhere between eclectic, banal and downright bizarre, so that you can answer completely truthfully without actually giving much away. Just put down the first three answers that come to mind if you can’t work out the “most appropriate” three.’

Objects Within One Metre Of You

1. My mobile, that extension of oneself that we never do without nowadays.

2. A mug of genmaicha (Japanese green tea with roasted rice).

3. A pile of Brazilian artist applications.

First Names of People You Sat Next To At School

1. Lydia

2. Angela

3. Haruko

TV Programmes You Won’t Watch

1. Big Brother

2. Big Brother's Little Brother

3. Big Brother's Big Mouth - and any other reality show that has escaped my notice.

Favourite Trivial Pursuit Categories

1. Art & Literature

2. Science and Nature

3. History

Superpowers You’d Like To Have

1. Flight

2. Telekinesis

3. Invisibility

Newspapers, Magazines or Periodicals Read Regularly

1. I don't

2. read them

3. any more

Songs You Dislike (...oh so many....)

1. Not off

2. the top

3. of my head

Blog Posts of Your Own That You’d Recommend.

1. 10 Billion Tonnes

2. Odd One Out Among the Kandinskys

3. Mission Statements

People you'd like to tag.

1. anyone

2. who wants

3. to join in

Lotus and someone else (sorry I have lost track) tagged me with the earliest memory/5 memories...

I have very few early memories, and I think there is a blur between growing up seeing photos and what I would have remembered without them.

Let's just say it was when my Dad's friend Giles came around and sat outside my little Wendy House drinking tea out of a tiny teacup whilst I hosted him from inside with my tiny teapot, pouring refills through the window.

Tagging, tagging...tagged!

I. Thank you ML for tagging me. I will do my best!

7 Things that happened to me as a Teen:

1. I turned 13 on our 2nd year of US residency and went into 8th grade (when the going gets tough). The schoolwork was SO much harder than what I was used to, even at my private school in London, plus the culture shock of a co-ed school in a new country, and added to that the mess of hormones as I crept into puberty, I cried so many afternoons when my mother picked me up from school.

2. So of course I didn't understand this whole "will you go out with me?" thing. By grade 8 I was totally nonplussed, having had a juvenile hall guy mock my innocence the year before, and had no idea what to say to whom. But there was this really cute boy called Kevin in my drama, art and honors English classes (yes 3!). He was preppy, in chinos and horn-rimmed glasses (hey it was 1990), and he was trying to be my friend and was really being very nice, but I kept telling him to leave me alone, and if he didn't I would get in the plane and go back to England. Way to go Olivia for overdoing it. I still wish I could apologise to him...

3. I remember feeling suddenly terrified at the end of 9th grade, of the level of work we would begin in 10th grade. Just a moment I remember, as we were driving out of a parking lot, and I absently focused my eyes on a newspaper dispenser, and had that thought.

4. When I was 14 we bought a silky chicken (small, black with white fluff not feathers, a powder puff on legs). She started out ugly and hairless, then sprouted stubble which eventually went poof! She was our darling and would come into the house, select the best chair to lay an egg on, with us running around behind her to lay a cloth wherever she chose to lay her bum. Anyway, one day she disappeared and I was devastated and cried buckets. I put a poster up on the fence, and a couple of afternoons later a boy whose route to school took him past the house knocked on our door. He said he had taken it because his aunt kept silkies and he thought it had strayed off. So we drove to their house over a mile away to pick up our Silky. We knew her because she was prettier than the others and she came to us when we called.

5. Only three more to go! In 11th grade French class we learned two dances: a Haitian thingummy (I don't remember what it was called) and a Bach minuet. I like the minuet, the measured steps, the graceful motions. Plus I couldn't do the Haitian one. My book bag was so heavy and being on one shoulder, it had put my lower back out of alignment and it caused the most amazingly sharp pain in certain positions. So I couldn't lift my leg to do the ragdoll-style steps of the Haitian dance. In fact, one day I sat down bouncily as you normally do on the edge of your bed to put on a sock, and it jolted my sore spine into a spasm. I couldn't dress any further and ended up sliding to the floor and crawling about for a few minutes.

6. In 7th grade I used to get student of the week/month, and then student of the year - awarded at a ceremony by the mayor of our town, who went on to the state Senate and then US Congress. In 10th grade I received a Presidential Academic Fitness award with Clinton's signature on it, and the next year, one with the elder Bush's. I was a sickeningly good student, which is why I am not an entrepreneur today and hence not a millionaire.

7. In 11th grade Calculus class, one of the boys in the baseball team passed me a note asking for my number and if could he see me after class. It was the time of year when everyone was preparing for Prom. I wrote on the other side of the note that I did not give my number to boys. I was mortified at the thought of a boy calling my house and asking to talk to me. Fool! My parents would have been thrilled but I was damned self conscious. I am no longer shy, but is it any wonder the pattern continues today? There must be a sign not visible to me written on my forehead. Of course I don't know what it says..."No trespassing" or something..."Violators will be prosecuted". Hahahah! Oh can you think of any??? This is funny!

Sorry...got off topic there.

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I've also been tagged by Um Naief (the blogger formerly known as Tooners) who seems to back on full blogging form now that her baby son has settled in.

II. 10 Simple Pleasures

1) The wafting scent of a rose garden in June.

2) Getting bunny kisses.

3) Eating homecooked food.

4) Watching hummingbirds fight over a feeder.

5) That perfect cup of tea.

6) Birdsong in the evening.

7) Contagious laughter.

8) Reaching "the view - it'll be worth it" after a long, steep hike.

9) That nice feeling you get when you are just drifting off to sleep.

10) A Big Warm Hug.

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By the way, I put a deposit down for the modern luxury flat last week...

Did I miss any tags?

Song of My Heart

Another tag from Selba:

This tag is a nostalgic one which really does bring back the old memories.

Here are the rules:
1. Go to http://www.popculturemadness.com/Music/Number-One-Songs-90s.html
2. Pick the year you turned 18
3. Get yourself nostalgic over the songs of the year
4. Write something about how the song affected you
5. Pass it on to 5 more friends

I turned 18 in 1995.
Back then, I paid no attention to current music, preferring to flop on the couch on Friday after school and immerse myself in Beethoven.

However...a few years later, I heard the following song of 1995 (the only one I recognised from the list provided on the website), and thought it touchingly beautiful.

Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman - Bryan Adams

To really love a woman
To understand her - you gotta know her deep inside
Hear every thought - see every dream
And give her wings - when she wants to fly
Then when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman you tell her
that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
Cuz she needs somebody to tell her
that it's gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really
- really really ever loved a woman?

To really love a woman
Let her hold you -
till you know how she needs to be touched
You've gotta breathe her - really taste her
Till you can feel her in your blood
And when you can see your unborn children in her eyes
You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman
you tell her that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
Cuz she needs somebody to tell her
that you'll always be together
So tell me have you ever really -
really really ever loved a woman?

You got to give her some faith - hold her tight
A little tenderness - gotta treat her right
She will be there for you, taking good care of you
You really gotta love your woman...

Then when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman
When you love a woman you tell her
that she's really wanted
When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one
Cuz she needs somebody to tell her
that it's gonna last together
So tell me have you ever really
- really really ever loved a woman?

interlude

Just tell me have you ever really,
really, really, ever loved a woman? You got to tell me
Just tell me have you ever really,
really, really, ever loved a woman?

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That is really and truly a song for women, and it has a beautiful and seductive Spanish touch.
When I first heard it, the lines that really stood out for me were:

You've gotta breathe her - really taste her
Till you can feel her in your blood
And when you can see your unborn children in her eyes
You know you really love a woman

(I mean....wow...)

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I tag...
1) Anyone
2) Who
3) Has
4) The
5) Time

Ageism etc

So, what has Liv been doing this week?

First I have to get an old Tag out of the way, from Moody Minstrel:

What does your desktop look like?



Bernini's cast bronze baldacchino in St Peter's Basilica. Personal holiday pics are my favourite wallpaper.
As you can see, I also have Google sidebar.

I tag all of you who blog!

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I have been:
Temping at a law firm aaallll the way out in Putney. It takes an hour at the least, assuming there are no delays on the Tube and there is enough room to get on to the first train that pulls in. It is only 3 stops away from Wimbledon. The work is easy, thankfully, so the pay is much lower than I got in the City. Jeans are de rigeur, and they seem to waltz in whenever they like - unlike the City, where I was the last to arrive at 9.30, here I was just right. The guy who sits next to me came in at nearly 10 and no one batted an eyelid...

There is a nice little cafe in Wandsworth Park that I've been going to across from the office. Today I bumped into two of the girls from the next floor down and sat with them for lunch. At one point they were talking about how it was when they first started there, and how much younger the new employees are - you know how it is, when older people talk about "the youngsters"...

I was dismayed and threw out the challenge, "How old do you think I am?
"Twenty three," spoken with confidence.
I shook my head.
She gave a look of surprise. "Twenty five."
I shook my head again.
Eyes widened and she grudgingly ventured, "Twenty seven?"
A third shake of the head.
Throwing all caution to the wind, she exclaimed, "Thirty?!?!?"
Yep, in a few weeks I will be...
Same age as they are!

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I mean, really, if a guy my age thinks I'm just out of college, he is not going to want to go out with me, is he? I am tired of taking it as a compliment...when I'm 50, fine, but here I am trying to make my way in the world. I have often said I am about 10 years behind my peers career- and relationship-wise. So watch out, in a few years, I might finally get my dream job and meet the man of my dreams, and have kids after 40. *sigh*

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A few people here and on my other blog have asked if I saw any celebs at Home House on Sunday - well, if I had, I would definitely have aired it!

I've seen a couple of familiar faces right here in St John's Wood. There is a guy who looks a bit like Bill Nighy, but isn't - he was ahead of me in the queue at the bank round the corner, opening a new account.
Then tonight as I left my local Tesco, Don Warrington went in, but I've seen him before.

Of course, everyone knows that Sir Paul McCartney lives here - well, he can't stray far from Abbey Road studios, can he? Joining him are Noel and Liam Gallagher. I hear Kate Moss has been spotted, and if you were to go to the local kosher cafe round the corner, you are likely to see George Michael, Minnie Driver, Roman Abramovich, or Sir Paul.

They are all next door to their fellow slebs, the Primrose Hill set, a short walk away through Regent's Park: Jude Law, Jamie Oliver, Sienna Miller (who has now moved to this side), Jonny Lee Miller, Ewan McGregor...

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Off to bed for me now
*yawn*




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Rant-a-Meme

A quick rant on something that bothered me:

I went to the grocery store this afternoon. At the end of my checkout, because it was near the exit, was a great conglomeration of 8 or 10 trolleys. I couldn't push mine out while I waited for the woman from the next till over to pick her bags out of her trolley. Predictably, she added another set of wheels to the mix. While I was waiting for her to leave, the woman behind me nodded her hijab at me and said "Excuse me, can I get out?". Well, I had nowhere to go; we still had to wait till the first lady left the store - that's how crowded it was.

I reached for my bags and thought, "I can't leave those trolleys in such a ridiculous state." I could barely reach the exit anyway, and the hijab lady wouldn't have a chance, specially with her baby stroller. So I pushed about 3 trolleys into each other to open a walkway, and as I was doing so, Mrs Hijab waggles at me again, "Excuse me, my baby is sleeping!"
I replied, "But I am trying to make some space here."
She said, "I see that."
And the cashier and the people in the queue looked over at me and shrugged their shoulders.
I would have like to see her try to get out with bags and a stroller if I hadn't done that.

Sometimes I hate being thoughtful. It would have been so EASY for me to pick up my bags and leave my trolley right where it stood. Of course, if I try that next time, some old lady is liable to look at me and shake her head and proclaim something about the youth of today. You cannot win...

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OK, Blue tagged me with this a week ago and Leilouta did today.

Five Things About Me:

1) I am shy around other people's children, but not their dogs.
2) The only fruit I crave is apples, even if I enjoy others
3) When I was 3, I stole a toy from Nursery School. It was a small orange cube with no known function.
4) I used to hate my first name! I wanted my middle name first.
5) Sometimes I like to put condensed milk on my buttered toast, mmmm.

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I also decided to do the Book Meme:

1. Find the nearest book.
2. Name the book & the author.
3. Turn to page 123.
4. Go to the fifth sentence on the page. Copy out the next three sentences and post to your blog.
5. Tag three more folks.

So it is the book I am reading at the moment:
Theatre of the Mind: Raising the Curtain on Consciousness by Jay Ingram
p. 123, sentences 6, 7 and 8 read:

Some even argue that this experiment doesn't explore free will at all, because the participants know they have to make several of these "spontaneous" movements over the course of the experiment and that the movement will be exactly the same (or essentially so) each time. In fact, when the experiment was first described to participants, they were conscious of the instructions and the procedure - somewhere in their minds they "knew" what they were doing. Yet to take the results at face value you'd have to believe that this background awareness was suspended each and every time they flicked their wrist.

No favouritism here - I tag YOU!


In the tradition of ending each post with a photo, I have discovered The Woodlands College Park High School, home of the Cavaliers. Oooh! I am so envious! I went to a big square brown school built in the 70s. McCullough was the first high school in the Woodlands, back when it was young. Home of the Highlanders.

Now look at this! A high school!