i don't like it..

recently i was sent this:

Remember the game last year about what color bra you were wearing at the moment? The purpose was to increase awareness of October Breast Cancer Awareness month. It was a tremendous success and we had men wondering for days what was with the

colors and it made it to the news.

This year's game has to do with your handbag/purse, where we put our handbag the moment we get home for example "I like it on the couch", "I like it on the kitchen counter", "I like it on the dresser" well you get the idea.

last year, i participated. my facebook status simply stated a colour. thats cool, bras, boobs, yeah i see the relation. this year women were encouraged to write about where they left their handbags.. handbags? boobs? unrelated. secondly. why not follow last years theme and once again use a color coding system? call me a prude, but in a world where everything is already oversexualised, why should something good (eg. breast cancer awareness) be marred by sexual innuendo. Men have no idea that these statuses (stati?) are about handbags, what else are they going to assume? Anyone can clearly see this is blatant sexual innuendo. Which makes me wonder

a) women don't want to be treated like a piece of meat but apparently it is okay suggest that you may like to have sex in random places on a public forum. what msg are we sending the fellas?

b) is a 13 year old boy somewhere having a massive laugh over this?(after figuring out how to get hundreds of women to post about where the like "it")

c) would you be okay with you 12 year old sister/cousin posting this.. if you had no idea about the context of the status.

maybe i'm getting old, maybe i'm traditional...

maybe i'm just a bit sick of an oversexualised culture where other people feel the need to apologize for being virgins.

the crowd is stupid.

p.s: try telling someone who's going through chemo or had a mastectomy that you're helping raise awareness by telling all your friends that you "like it on the floor".

highly disrespectful

in a bid to bring about awareness, see what you can do at:

http://www.nbcf.org.au/

also:

http://itunes.apple.com/gb/app/ibreastcheck/id391746205?mt=8

late night musings and munchies

ah, stodgy cereal at 1:25am.. my lactose intolerance is gonna come and bite me in the butt.

pondering #1

exam question:

shen took notes with a pencil, 3 hours later, there are no visible pen marks on said pencil, but there are copious amounts of pen marks on my fingers.. how? i do not know..skills, i guess.

pondering #2

obviously shepherd was derived from sheep+herd.. why isn't it spelt sheepherd as opposed to shepherd.. it frustrates me that sheepherd is a spelling error and the red squiggly line has judged me to be wrong. also. colourful is correct.. not colorful, which mighty being decided that an americanized version of spelling was more appropriate? rude! apparently americanized needs to be capitalized. it's obviously late which is why i' picking fights with spellcheck but whatever. i'm right. americans are wrong. except steve jobs..

lazy bed days

i've spent the last 2 days curled up in the warmth of my bed... ultimate BLISS! and then studying.. which explains my return to the blogging world. my escape! my sanctuary! its really cause i can pretend i'm working but i'm not. anyway, getting to the point

. friends, there are so many different kinds.. there are the ones who you see often but don't talk much when you're apart, the see often and talk to heaps, the see sometimes and barely talk, and see sometime and talk a lot. and then the ultimate treasure.. the barely see, but are apart of you, and they listen alot.. and talk alot too. i have a few of these, and i know that across time and seas and what not, i can call on them. One such friend used to climb trees with me, we were both young, naive, hated wearing skirts cause they got in the way of climbing things, and hated boys (because at 7, boys are gross, except a boy called brian chan, who is now... reallly gross). She inspires and amazes me, she has a quiet assertiveness to

her, and grace like no other. she'll be coming soon.. i can't wait to catch up on lost time. we'll climb trees once more maybe.. but boys aren't gross anymore.. and i do love a dress or two.

also..

happy 21st birthday beautiful!

who said he would love me even if i had a mustache.

(what a hunk)

the good steward

firstly, i strongly dislike the westboro baptist church, i had a little look at their website and its just full of utter nonsense. No christian should so full of hate. But hey, who am i to judge, i'll let the big guy look after that. maybe in a smite-y sort of way.

secondly, i strongly dislike old men who drive lousy ford laser with the rego PIO 983. if you ever see him, stay away, he is likely to crash into you on purpose and try and blame it on you so he can claim insurance on his already stuffed up car. also, bonus points if you spot his wife/daughter with a beard.

x x x x x

but the title of this post is the good steward so i must then deliver a post about the title. i stumbled across a book in the family toilet (yes, toilet reading) called "Daughters of Eve" by Virginia Stem, turning to the last page i found a table regarding the amount of emission and resources that were reduced in the production of the book. a paragraph above explained that as stewards we also need to take care of creation. now having been brought up in church for the past 20 so years almost every single sermon i've heard about stewardship has been about time or money. this book however has brought up the point that as good stewards the environment is also important. the sad thing is that we never hear about being eco friendly christians when it is an important issue. mr.b comes from a pretty eco friendly family so he has instilled a fair bit of eco friendliness in me. what a change it would make, if every christian decided to do their bit of the environment. we talk constantly about making a change in the world but some of us don't do much for the earth and are therefore not being good stewards. so, if you are a christian, be a good steward, plant a tree... or maybe just switch of the lights that aren't needed.

shower time pondering: number uno

so... how did adam and eve establish that they were married.. were they just immediately together? and i get that they were literally made for each other.. but they didn't really have much choice did they? and OF COURSE adam thought that eve was the hottest chick on earth, and vice versa... poor things.. they reallly didn't know any better. also.. i wonder if they were ugly or good looking, cause i mean, there are goodlooking and ugly people everywhere.. you would think that the majority of the world would be semi goodlooking if they were.. or semi ugly.. maybe one of them was really ugly and the other was really hot.. you know, so there is more of a mix? and maybe adam was white and eve was black or the other way around.. and one had poker straight hair and the other had like afro hair.. possibly whoever was black had an afro.. was that racist? i don't know. also. my exam had a "politically correct" section. i don't think i did so well..

word.

sometimes when we take away all the stresses of daily life, all the joys people you love can bring, all the material things and you sit in silence and wonder where this is all going. i'm glad my purpose was pre-decided and its one less decision i have to make... now i just need a map to get there and someone to hold my hand and keep me company.

nanna dates and my new "must have"

so i've just finished sort of cleaning my room cause der fuhrer has threatened to take away Lola{car} rude much? anyway, i'm finished and i've been googling my newest and latest obsession.. maybe i will get mr. b to help me source and renovate one in the future to match with my currently non existent vintage holden.. i'm raving about vintage caravans! they are so extraordinarily cute. if i got one of these i reckon i've probably died and gone to motoring enthusiast

heaven. here are some photos.

so lately i've been spending more time with my nan. at 89 she is still fiercely independent and hates having to have anyone do anything for her. she still does all the cookin

g at home and what not. anyway i took her out for lunch on friday which was nice. i liked that for after 21 years of caring for me i was looking after her and not the other way round. we went shopping, which she hasn't done a while cause her silly nerves are acting up. she was terribly cute the other day when mr.b asked about her to tell him about what happened with her during the war era. haha she started herstory from when she was a baby. she's filled with lovely stories. like the other day when i was helping her clean up her room and we found a hat and she proceeded to tell me how she bought it in adelaide and how it was really clever cause it had 2 sides but then she said : i think i will give it away.

So, we decided to take a photo of her and the lovely hat so on day we'll remember this story.

*89 yrs old and she still goes to uni.*

in other news here are some photos of some goodies i have made and bought and received. miss t bought me the cutest book ever. the miggy tree it is called.

*inside of the miggy tree book from miss t*

*L-R clockwise from the top: the frightened wolf(op-shop), embroidery stitches book no.2 by needlework (inherited), woman's own transfer book (inherited, miggy tree (miss t), bertie's escapade by kenneth grahame (op-shop)*

*lovebirds*

*strawberry cheesecake cupcakes with surprise strawberries in the middle*

*durian cuppycakes! not for the fainthearted*

morning runs

i'm not a morning person at all but there is nothing more exhilarating then waking up in the wee hours of a winters morning where the sun is beginning to shrug off the blankets of darkness and begins to cast a dim glow over the barely waking city. When everything is still that gray blue and the light begins to dance in the morning dew, climbing into the car with the heater on low and having the windows down so that icy coldness numbs your nose and awakens you. Being soothed by the tunes of zee avi in her mellowed voice.

shennanigans seannanigans

mr b: okay, i'll try and visit for half an hour after work? but if i do you have to let me go half an hour after i get there.
miss i: can we make it like half an hour and 5 minutes?

mr b: i need my sleep though, so yes, but that includes saying goodbye at the car window.
miss i: okaaaaay, oh, well you can only leave at... a multiple of 5? okay? so like you can leave at 25 or 30 but not 33 or 21 okay?
mr b: okay, but its rounded like money so if i get there at 22 past its 20 past and 23 past is 25 past and it goes by my phone and the time you answer the door.
miss i: okay, and i think we should synchronize out watches and i feel the need to tell you, if you get an envelope it will probably more than likely
self destruct in 5 seconds.



true story!


today is pick a pretty colour for your font day!
i lie, i just like the colour.

yummy dans mon estomac

so given that my life is all together a little boring... and the most interesting events all happen on the weekend (generally) i decided i'd write a review of sorts. Everyone seems fairly busy of late so it leaves more time for me and the fella.. actually, i think he just feels compelled to join me on my adventures because well... thats what boys are supposed to do? no, he's been very nice about it all... so the little secret for today is....

Ripe.

Ripe is an amazing little gem I stumbled upon awhilst ago in Sassafrass. Meals are well priced and sumptuous. They ALWAYS do a reallllly good salmon dish but it depends when you go. They have a consistent menu of baguettes but have an ever changing specials menu. But the loveliest thing about Ripe are the cakes and the hot chocolates. Oh, to have a taste of the rocky road cheesecake. Its a lovely balance of flavours and

textures really, where the chunks of chocolate and cherry are generous and surprising. The ambience is altogether cosy (the bathroom is pretty cute too), we sat by the roaring fire last sunday, it was raining when we got out of the car and it kept raining, so i'm glad we had a nice warm fire to sit next to. Make a booking if you can, otherwise you might get stuck sharing a table (okay for some, not okay for others).

So we shared a meal of fillet steak with beans and mash. It was nice, abit salty but nice.

For drinks, mr. b had a dark lindt hot chocolate which was amazing cause it was the perfect balance of bitter and sweet and milky. I opted for an earl grey which was really fragrant and light and smelt reallly pretty.

Dessert was the rocky road cheesecake. Words cannot describe the awesomeness that this cake is.. we are definitely going there again..

Anyway so it continued to rain but we weren

't quite ready to go home so we decided to walk around and maybe buy an umbrella (we didn't find a cute enough one so we ended getting an umbrella). The first stop was at the tea shop. This is where we bought our french earl grey from.. this has to be the most amazing tea ever.. Next we headed off to Geppetto's workshop to play with the wooden toys and puppets.. so immature.. i know.. doesn't matter though it was an excellent day overall and we're already planning out next trip there.

boo no photos of ripe. i leave you with this..