Littlest Things...

"Where did you put my keys, Fred?"

Wuddled Murds (Muddled Words)

My parents and I are moving overseas in less than 2 weeks.

Things are a little crazy at our house, and (as my mum says) "There are a lot of balls to keep up in the air!".

As a result, our brains are going into a bit of an overload, and dropping one or two balls. For example, we keep mixed up our words.

The other day, I said something about a "dramastic moment" - a cross between 'dramatic' and 'drastic'.

Then my dad says something about the rain yesterday being "horrential" - horrendous and torrential.

I'm sure we will keep doing this, and I will definitely share the best ones when they happen - I just felt that these were too good to keep to myself!

Chatterboxes

Do you ever find yourself faced with a person who can't stop talking?

I had it twice today in the space of an hour.

No wonder I got home utterly wiped!!

One of these people I know, and the other one I've only just met. They both talk like there's no tomorrow. Something I said would spark another idea or memory in their head, and out it would come.

One of them is great at coming up with ideas. He's just an ideas person. But today, for the first time, I watched his mind struggle to cope. He would say "Oh, hang on a sec, I've got this great idea...oh no - even better, we could...um...ah, hold on, it's just coming..." and on he went! I just stood there feeling a bit lost for words myself.

I sometimes wonder how people like this get through life. I shared several ideas today too, and each time everyone looked at me like "What was that about?". Like I was losing my marbles or something.

Who knows, maybe I am!!

Couldn't Afford A Ring

When I was 2 and 3, there was a boy who lived across the road who was the same age. His mum and my mum got on really well, and are still close friends to this day.

Tom and I used to play together a lot - he was the first friend I can remember.

We have this photo of us, aged about 3, which is one of my favourite photos of me from that time. I used to lead our games and antics, and one day I clearly said "Let's play Wedding" or "Let's pretend to get married" or something like that. Anyway, in this photo I'm wearing a white tutu, a straw hat, and holding a bunch of red plastic flowers. Tom is just wearing his ordinary clothes - his attire clearly wasn't so important!

He and I have received flack from his dad about this ever since. Calling me Tom's wife all the time, etc. It used to annoy me slightly, but now I just think it's cute :) Tom does too - he had the photo has his profile pic on Facebook for a long time.

I was thinking the other day about how he'll have to show this photo at his 21st, as will I.

I started having this fantasy conversation in my head.....

Let me set the scene for you:

Tom's 21st party is in full swing. All his aunties, uncles and cousins are all there, as are a large group of his friends (including some girls). He and his family have prepared a slideshow of photos, showing Tom at various times in his life, and with most of the people at the party. When I hear about this, I say to his dad (who's been overseeing the whole thing)

"I hope you put our wedding photo in!"

One of Tom's female friends (who probably has a slight crush on him) turns to me in surprise and the conversation from then on goes a little like this....

Friend: WEDDING photo??

Me: Yeah, didn't you know?

Friend: No!!! So...you're Tom's WIFE????

Me (smiling slyly): Uh huh.

Friend: Gosh...wow....but...you don't wear a ring.

Me: Well, when we got married, he couldn't afford a ring. We couldn't afford much at all really. He didn't have a suit, and I had to be content with plastic flowers!

Friend: Plastic flowers??

Me: Yeah, but it was okay - I still got a white dress :) And it was the happiest day of my life, so I didn't care about the flowers really. You look at the photo, and we just look so happy :)

At this point, Tom is probably nearly wetting himself.

When the photo of "our wedding" does come up, he and I (and more than half the room) will erupt with laughter, and his friend will look confused for a couple of seconds, and then realise that I've been having her on :)

I have imaginary conversations with people all the time, but this one was the best yet :)

I laughed to myself for the rest of the day.

Fiery Red-Head

I've always believed that the fiery red-head stereotype was just that - a stereotype. But having experienced some of that fiery temper first-hand today, I'm changing my belief.

Anna is the most argumentative person I know. Just today we were discussing 'Pride & Prejudice' and everything I tried to say, she had an argument against.

And that's always the way it is.

She's not very good at accepting being wrong. Sometimes she eventually sees your point, and says "Oh...yeah, I suppose..." - and then launch into some sidetrack with "...but, don't you think that..." and off she goes!

There are lots of moments in our conversations when I have to say to myself "Just shut up. She's not going to understand what you're saying, so you're just wasting your breath."

When Anna believes that something is right or wrong, you never stop hearing about it. She is also incapable of putting herself in someone else's shoes.

For example, for the last 3 years, she's been trying to convince me to go skiing with her sometime. She's passionate about skiing, and wants to get a job as part of a ski patrol somewhere. I, however, have never been drawn to skiing and don't plan on trying it anytime soon. But no matter what I say, she's still trying to drag me up that mountain.

Because she loves something, then she thinks that everyone else will too.

I love singing Shania Twain and Taylor Swift into my hairbrush. But do I insist that she try it and love it??