Fooled by the Love Drug

 

It’s easy to love someone when you first meet and you’re all jacked up on love hormones. You can look at your new fandangle boy or girl toy and say, ‘you’re everything I’ve ever wanted.’ You actually mean it too!

Barf.

It’s so easy to look past their flaws when the chemicals overtake your brain, for the sake of pro-creation. It’s not real. Sorry. It’s your hormones telling you to make thousands of babies, gay or straight – the love drug finds a way to make wee mini reproductions of YOU.

Fair Go, Mate!

Last week I said to Hubby: ‘My darling sweet man, I desperately need some new baking trays. Wouldn’t you agree?’ Because that is exactly how I speak, in real life.

 

‘Yes,’ he replied. ‘Please get some. You could almost classify your old ones as a food group.’

 

‘Ha! Very funny.' He was right, though. Years of baking will do that to a beloved tin. There’s always a little bit that won’t scrub off.

 

Delighted to get out of the house, off I went with a skip and a hop (with baby Charlotte in tow) ready to buy some new trays. Now in my head I was thinking, ‘mortgages, electricity, phone bills, petrol, rates, water bill, Foxtel, internet connection, baby formula, nappies’ and the list goes on.

 

These things are a priority over baking trays and so when I made my choice, I chose the $6.99 ones, on special—the ones made in China.

GivingUp On Trying Hard

Look different.

Better, faster, stronger, thinner.

I never liked looking like me.

I decided, one day, to give up on everything. 'IS IT A BIG MISTAKE?'

‘What if I balloon up to 150 kilos? It might happen!’

Sustainability with African Style - by Lisa Heinze

Jambo!

I'm writing this from Tanzania, where I've been for nearly 6 weeks, partly on holiday, partly volunteering, and mostly absorbing all the African culture I can before I leave next week. It's been hard to decide what to blog about in Africa. There are some very serious environmental, social and economic sustainability topics I could write about - animal welfare in safari parks, unreliable residential waste removal, the lack of education options for young people. I will write a little bit about these in due time, but first I want to share with you a beautiful and inspirational organisation called Shanga, a group succeeding in making a positive impact on many lives.  

How fabulous is their tagline?!

Throw Me A Bone!

 

A couple of years ago, when I was buying fragrances at Myer, as Christmas gifts, the lady at the counter looked at me and said, ‘you know, love, you can get these two fragrances, plus a large tote bag for 50 cents cheaper!’ She was delighted with herself.

‘Thank you,’ I responded coolly, ‘but I don’t need a tote bag.’

‘But, it’s cheaper!’

‘I don’t need one.’

‘It costs less.’ As if saying it differently, would somehow help me to understand. So I rephrased, too. ‘I’d rather pay 50 cents, than to see that extra-large monstrosity go straight into my local land-fill. But thanks.’ She left me alone after that.