The mother of all Freudian slips ensues as Running Doula “catches up” with old friend and Saffa/Aussie blogger Delboy in Melbourne.
Always good to see someone managing to deal with apparent food-poisoning long enough to have fun with her friends.
Please note Melinda’s (almost) immediate response to her error: “VERTICAL!! I meant vertical!”.
Of course you did, love.
…deserves 39 more. Or is that one good turn? Whatever.
I like this idea from PamieJane to celebrate her 40th birthday and I’d encourage others to join in and do their bit as I will on Saturday.
What I want to do is 40 random acts of kindness (or good deeds). Now I know for a fact that I am not going to get through all 40 in one day, so I have taken Friday off work, but I am going to need more help – that is where you come in.
I would like each of you to do something “good” on Saturday. It does not have to be huge, it can be not swearing at the person that cut you off in traffic (or not cutting someone off – I’ll take any good deed). It can be making a donation to your favourite charity, picking up a piece of litter, helping somebody pick up something they have dropped or even just smiling at somebody. Just something that is going to make somebody else feel better.
She has other ideas on her blog, so go and see if there’s something you can do to help someone else out and help Pamie celebrate her 40th.
Feel free to RT/Share this post and spread the love.
And Happy Birthday, PamieJane.
You know what they say: Life Begins To Suck At Forty. 😉
I was delighted to note that Brian Micklethwait, my favourite UK blogger, had decided to end another of his self-imposed hiatuses (hiatii?) and start up his regular blogging again. And so far this week, we’ve had a couple of wonderful photos [here and here] of Anish Kapoor’s Olympic sculpture, a Shard update from the 1950s and a link to a wonderful South African blog post about London.
And then today: geese.
And this quote, after a close encounter with a gander (while having a gander at his missus):
A real photographer would have advanced again, made him angry again, and got a shot of him being angry, while very slightly risking death, again.
I don’t know, hey Brian? If a swan can break a man’s arm (anyone ever seen this happen, by the way?) surely a goose could at least take out a finger…
Take care out there.
The first week back at school has gone swimmingly for the boy. But then he finds himself in familiar surroundings surrounded by familiar people. Monday was Scoop’s first day at “big school”.
Before and even during arrival at school, she was excited and upbeat. I captured this as she lined up for the first time, ready to go into class and, I guess, as the reality of the situation suddenly hit home. But there were no tears. She’s a tough little thing and by Wednesday, we were dropping her off at the front gate and she was making her own way through to the school yard – albeit with her big brother by her side.
I imagine that there will be another little dip in confidence on Monday morning, but all things considered, she’s settled really quickly and we’re proud of them both.
One quick mention for Pammie-Jane who is (health willing) going to be playing with the sharks in the waters of East London (and more!) as she attempts another ridiculous Ironman. Good Luck!
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Yes, it’s that time of year again when I ask for your assistance in promoting my blog in the annual South African Blog Awards, this time being the 2011 version of these wondrous, infamous and occasionally contentious accolades.
There will be other blogs out there vying for your vote, so why should you vote for me?
Here are some reasons you might feel are good enough for you to put cursor to that VOTE button and left-click:
The Sob Story
Always the bridesmaid, never the bride, 6000 miles… has been a finalist for each of the last 26 years in various categories of the SABAs. It’s become such a big thing is our household that the first words that my little boy ever said were: “Dad, have you won a Blog Award yet?”. The first word that my daughter came out with was “Feck“, but soon afterwards she also asked about the Blog Award thing as well.
Admitting consistent failure to one’s children is the hardest thing a father can ever do and I have to do it (and here, I pay homage to my daughter’s vocabulary) every single fecking year.
Your vote can change this.
Variety Is The Spice Of Life
For many years, the Roman Empire was built on the belief that Oregano was The Spice Of Life. Only upon Julius Caesar’s ascension in 49BC did it become apparent that Oregano was actually a herb and was therefore patently ineligible for the title “The Spice Of Life”. Variety, popular among the middle classes at the time, made a bid for the vacant post and – despite not being a spice either – took the label and has never relinquished it since.
In celebration of this fake historical fact, 6000 miles… has been offering you variety like it was going out of fashion. So far in 2011’s 339 posts (this is 340), we’ve done gardening advice, passed comment on the London riots, infamously got mildly annoyed with Lewis Pugh, mourned the demise of a Cape Town pastime, noted the contents of fruit salad and helped save ickle baby turtles (sort of).
And that’s just a tiny snapshot (2%) of the vast array of variety we’ve brought you this year in honour of Emperor Julius.
(My sources tell me that you’d best get used to that term, by the way, ok?)
I Pointed Out That Chris Von Ulmenstein Had Parked Illegally In The CTICC Car Park
This, I have been told, is the clincher for many of the food and tourism bloggers out there. But that is not why I did it. I did it because heinous behaviour such as this should be publicised and roundly ridiculed. Irrespective of the danger I was putting myself and my family into, I plunged deep into the truth and was singled out by Ms von Ulmenstein for a Sour Service award. I felt duty bound to respond. Rumour has it that she was going to start parking outside my house until I removed the disabled bay.
There will be, I have been told, bad blood.
A South African Blog Award is all that will take the bitter, bitter taste away.
If you can come up with any other reasons as to why readers should vote for 6000 miles… as their favourite blog of 2011, please feel free to let me know. In the meantime: Vote, Comrade! Vote! And share this post far and wide: twitter, facetube, even by iMessage if you know anyone else on it.
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