52 posts tagged “vox hunt”
Share a photograph from the weekend.
lol, oh well, it's not a memorial day weekend photo, we don't have that here - but it didn't say that in the first part, it just said show us a photo from your weekend
Picture Day: Take a picture every hour of something random near you.
Submitted by AnJuli.I thought this was a brilliant vox hunt. Most people these days have a camera or a camera phone on them. So it's pretty easy to whip it out and snap every hour whatever is near you.
So I decided I'd do it from 8 am to 8 pm.
Share a book that made you laugh.
Paddington Goes to Town.
I read this book when I was about ten and thought it was hilarious. I can still see myself lying in bed at night reading it, loving it, and laughing out loud.
There was one chapter in particular called A Visit To The Hospital that had me in tears. Paddington ended up having a session with a psychiatrist by mistake.
I found it recently when I was cleaning out my shelves and read it again and it was still funny. A good read.
Another book that I found hilarious was this one. It could be listed as my Funniest Book in Most Inappropriate Situation.
I read it when I was in the maternity ward after having Lizzie. So we were in a room with three other women and their babies. I'd draw the curtains around my bed and sit in bed reading it, laughing loudly. They probably thought I was suffering some kind of post natal breakdown. But it was worse if I left the curtains open because then every time I'd crack up they'd all look at me and give me funny little smiles and I'd have to smile back. And I almost felt like I should read them a page or two just so they knew what was going on, but then I thought maybe they wouldn't think it was funny and that would be the worst worse.
Two books well worth a read though
Today is "Something on a Stick Day." So go for it... show us something on a stick!
Not only will I show you something on a stick, I'll show you the best thing ever to be put on a stick.
The Chocolate Paddle Pop.
Nothing beats a chocolate paddle pop. You can get rainbow or banana but they just don't cut it.
Just a simple chocolate iceblock. They don't try to be fancy. You won't find any biscuit crumbs, or chunks of chocolate. No nuts or balls of bubble gum in the middle. They're like that CD you have. You know the one you put on when you can't decide what to play. The one you know will be right for any occasion.
When we were kids we were allowed to go to the corner shop once a week and buy whatever we wanted. Mind you we were only given 20 cents, but that got you a lot back then. And I always got a chocolate paddle pop first. I think they were 7 cents then.
One year Santa bought me a box of chocolate paddle pops. He might have bought my brother and sisters boxes as well - not sure. But of all the christmas presents I received over the years, from Santa and anyone else, thats the only one I remember.
Show us a picture taken in the mirror.
No wonder I have frown lines!
I frown when I read as well as when I take photos. Sometimes I catch myself reading, holding the book with one hand and playing with my frown with the other.
I think I frown when I take photos because it's all a bit of a mystery what I'm actually taking a photo of. I never have my glasses with me so it always looks like a beautiful little blur through the viewfinder. Never sure if I have anything worthwhile until I get home and look at them on the computer.
Thats my bathroom. I still love those little black tiles.
Show us a family portrait.
This is pretty cool.
My father in the middle with his parents.
They look so dapper and dashing and happy. I think they were very close. My dad really loved his parents and always speaks fondly of them. He always talks of what a wonderful and lovely man his father was.
Show us your favorite variety of Girl Scout cookie.
LMAO
You're kiddin' right?
I thought girl scout cookies only existed in movies!
Well there ya go. Well I myself, here in Australia, have never sighted a girl scout cookie. So you'll all have to tell me your favourite variety.
And are the girls actually at home baking them themselves?
And anyway, aren't they Girl Guides?
When I was about eight years old I was a Brownie for a very short time. About two weeks I think. I went because my best friend was a member.
I didn't do any baking in that time.
The reason I left was because they played this stupid dangerous game that scared me so much I refused to go back. They set up the skipping rope, one girl on each end turning the rope, then we had to run in and skip. As you do. And I was a great fan of skipping back then. Played it every lunch time. But this day we had to be blindfolded before we ran in.
I'm sure there'd be some sort of liability rules stopping that sort of thing these days.
Can't have any scraped knees these days.
Maybe they decided calling them Girl Guides was sexist in some way.
Today is Old Stuff Day. Show us some old stuff that's been lying around the house.
Show us someone you love.
Here are my parents on their weding day. Fifty something years ago. And really you can't help but love them. Actually they should do a reality tv show on them. I don't know what will finally kill them but it will be something piffling and ridiculous. An infected ingrown hair or something. Because you can't kill them with the big ones. Cancer, strokes, replaced hips and knees, major surgeries - bring 'em on. They are the toughest old pair of buzzards you will ever meet. And I can only kneel down and kiss the ground in thanks that I have their genes running through me.
I often wonder what it is that they have in common. But I guess thats it. Determination, grit, pigheadedness. And a sense of humour. Definitely a sense of humour.
And here they are at their grandsons wedding last year. Walkers, wheelchairs - no stopping them. lol, what a pair. And always a drink. I don't know anyone else that loves a scotch or a wine more than my parents. Every day at noon, it's drink time. It comes around again at 5pm.
Show us what book is on your night stand.
Although mine had a different cover. We seem to have nicer book covers here than you do there in USA.
Anyway this was interesting to me because it is a novel, but it is a collection of letters from people talking about their life living in Guernsey during the german occupation in the second world war. And because my father was a child in Guernsey during this time, I found it interesting.
They had a pretty hard time there during the war. Some if the islanders were sent over to the concentration camps for various reasons. A lot of them almost starved to death on the island. Winston Chuurchill decided he would force the germans to surrender by starving them, so didn't allow any ships through with supplies. Of course this meant the islanders starved as well. I guess someone had a word in Winstons ear and suggested it wouldn't look good for him if he starved an island of innocent people to death, so he let the red cross take food parcels in. And the german commander in charge told the german soldiers to unload the parcels and told them they were not to take a single food item for themselves. Instead he said, they could keep a teaspoon in their pocket and when they had finished unloading the ship, if any rice or sugar had been spilled on the ground, they could scrape it up with their spoons and eat it.
Tough times for every one during war.
I think out of all the people who suffered during that war, the german civilians had a very hard time. Especially once the Russians turned up. They were very harsh. So this book was good as well. Because I hadn't read much from the german point of view. And this autobiography was written by a man who had been a boy living in Germany, escaping the advance of the Russians with his mother and sister. They had a very very hard few years.
