Little Bag of Horrors

I've been thrown a life line. I have been devoid of blogging inspiration for almost a week and today wasn't shaping up to be any better. I'm sitting at my computer today thinking I'd like to blog, but I got nuffin. Zip. Zilch. Zero. What a joy (and relief) it was to be tagged by Caz at The Truth About Mummy to reveal the contents of my handbag.

I have two handbags

Classy stylish hand-crafted handbag I use when I'm looking to impress.

Grubby brown sloppy thing covered in beer stains that has seen me at my worst and may have carried me home more than once.

Logic (and dignity) screamed “use the nice bag!” but when I looked at the contents I realised that I wasn't going to get far with lipstick and a squashed Mintie.

My brown handbag … oooo … things go into this handbag and never come out. It's like a black hole sucking matter in with it's gravitational pull. If I dig into it's contents am I going to find the Starship Enterprise or a herd of bison which may have wandered to close? Only one way to find out …

Here goes....

Broken purse well past it's use by date. Clip and zip both broken. Hints given at Christmas about it's advance state of deterioration were ignored. (What have I got to do??? Draw a map?)

Copy of Clockwork Orange. Always handy to read this book on a train. Nobody wants to sit next to someone who is reading something as messed-up as this book.

Cricket Australia Official Fixtures Guide 2009-2010. (stolen) (never used) (seemed like a good idea at the time)

A lens from a pair of broken sunglasses. Ah ha! I've been looking for that.

Keys to the convertible. Ok, it's a Holden Astra convertible but it still rocks!

Lip Balm. The really serious stuff that you have to use when you have wind burnt lips.  Ouchie!

iPhone. How did I become so addicted to this little baby?? I once hated phones and resented having to carry one with me for my work. Now I get withdrawal symptoms if I leave it at home.

Head phones. Doomed, as I seem to break a set of these every few weeks.

Mints, because we can't go around with onion breath. (truth is I don't care about onion breath, I just like the taste of them).

Hairbrush. I'm not sure why I bother as I have disobedient hair that ignores any attempt to make it respectable.

Two Golf Tees. No idea why. One should be enough.

Memory stick. You never know when you need to copy international secrets you can sell the Russians

Lipstick. 24k Pink. Sparkly and pretty.

Various Stationary:
           Three and a half pens (two purchased, one stolen and the half … dunno)
           Highlighter (stolen)
           Two Pencils (both stolen)
           An eraser (stolen)

15c Would this have fallen out of the broken zip on the broken purse? I think so.

I'm a little surprised it's not worse. No spaceships and only a few small bison that didn't rate a mention. What does this say about me? It tells the world that I nick stationary. Oh well, gotta have a vice so it might as well be practical.

The joy doesn't end here folks!  There's more!

Caz has really made my day by flicking a Sunshine Award my way. WooHoo!

I'm passing these two gems onto my newest friend in the blogo-universe:

Mr TransAM 76 at Reef Adventures.

Mr TransAm 76 (AKA the delightful Robert) has bought much sunshine into my life this week by assisting me in extracting a chunk of money from the Government.  Yay for the good guys!

Come on Robert, I want to know what you have hidden away in your handbag.

Honest Scrap (or Ten Things You Really Need to Know)

Two blogs in one day ... blogging frenzy!

A while ago Jacinta at Live Life Now sent me an Honest Scrap Award. Since then I have been drafting my list of 10 little known things about myself. Kinda tough since I tend to tell everybody everything about myself (regardless of their level of interest). It's taken me a while to finally decide on ten fascinating things about me that I know you have all be dying to know.

1.  Somehow I managed to be in Berlin when the Berlin Wall came down. Accident. I was backpacking around Europe and hadn't read a newspaper for months. I didn't have enough money to pay for a bed for that night so I caught the first overnight train to anywhere which I could sleep on. It just happened to be going to Berlin and it was November 1989.

2.  I fell in the fish pond at my Aunt's wedding. I was little and the fish pond was so interesting. My sister and I were flower girls at the wedding being held at the German Embassy in Canberra. All very posh. I was all frocked up in some glorious pink number and was happily milking the “awww, isn't she cute” routine. Not so cute after being fished out of the pond looking like a drowned rat.

3.  I represented Australia at the Eurovision song contest. Hang on, this one isn't true. Do they have to be true things? Probably. I better change it to: I always wanted to be a professional singer. This was always going to be a challenge considering my complete lack of talent in the vocal department. I can still do a kick-arse air guitar.

4.  I dislike brussel sprouts. Nasty little things have no reason being on this earth.

5. At nine months old I started walking. I have been running into things ever since. I have been told my clumsiness can be attributed to me not bothering with the crawling phase. Personally I think it has more to do with me not watching where I am going.

6.  There are tigers in my back yard. Well, I think there might be but it is such a goddamn mess back there that I really can't be sure. My backyard has gone feral and I'm not brave enough to clean it up. I'm thinking of getting the Air Force to drop some napalm in there.

7.  I was the backstroke champion at my junior high school. I was also the only person at my school who could swim backstroke. (It was a very small school).

8.  I would like to work at the United Nations. It drives me nuts that an organisation that has the potential to be an amazing global unifying force is run by a bunch of bureaucrats. If I could just get in there and crack a few skulls together it would be running like clockwork by lunch time. Maybe I'm being a little naive?

9.  I was the Tamworth Connect Four champion some time in the early eighties. Connect Four is a game where you try to be the first player to line up four coloured disks. I had the game at home and was a bit of a legend at it. A shop in Tamworth was holding a Connect Four competition and I only entered because I had nothing better to do. I left a trail of kids crying for their mummy as I swept all other competitors away. My prize for this amazing feat … I won a Connect Four game. So worth the effort. Not.

10.  After all this time I still have the biggest crush on Harrison Ford. Oh Harrison, you can fly my space ship any time.

I'm going to cheat a little and hold on to this award for a while.  I'm going to wait until it goes all quiet on the award front before I surprise a worthy recipient.  So everybody has to be super-nice to me until then.

Circle of Friends

I've not been able to get to my blog very often in the last few weeks. Too much has been happening in the non-cyber world. The few times I have been online I have spent the entire time catching up with everybody else's blogs. Wow, you guys can write! I don't want to miss any of the witty, inspired and heart-felt blogs I follow. I often read posts that cause me to stop and think about life in a different way. I love the belly-laughs and the things that make me go “awww, isn't that sweet”. I have been astounded by the connection I feel with people in the blog-sphere and it is a good time for me to respond to an award sent my way by glorious bride-to-be Kelly at Kellyansapansa.

The Circle of Friends Award is a way I can recognise a small handful of the blogs that always manage to make my day. Normally I don't like to duplicate award recipients but I think this one is a little different as I see it as a thank you and you can never receive too many of them.

Jacinta the fishing widow at Live Life Now who introduced me to blogging. This is all your fault!

Leanne at Deep Fried Fruit. I'm living the “Recently Turned 40 Dream” with you.

MadMother at Meaningless Meandering from a Madmother who used the most gorgeous picture in history on a recent blog.

Mrs P at A Study in Contradictions.  I love a book review and we seem to have similar taste in books. Keep 'em coming

It's sad that there are not enough bytes in my computer to recognise all the blogs that rock my world. When talking to fleshy people about the things I read in your blogs I often find myself saying “a friend was telling me the other day ….”
 
Thanks everybody.