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Figure out what it is in life you don't do well, and then don't do it.

A young Alec Guinness.

Phenomenal woman, / That's me.

Birthday girl. Peppermint Bay. January 2013. Phenomenal woman indeed! She had the pizza, I had the mussels, Henry had the fish(and chips) and Ezra had the pizza. Phenomenal Woman , Maya Angelou Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My in...

I have lived in this world just long enough to look carefully the second time into things that I am most certain of the first time.

The Charles Atlas Way.

A bookstore is one of the only pieces of evidence we have that people are still thinking.

Banksia, Bicheno. Tasmania's East Coast. January 2013. The Clown , Heinrich Böll: By cripes this is a good book. A really, really good book. Incredibly depressing, but brilliant. Think Rabbit, Run with a greater focus on inner metaphysical distress. It's exploration of a broken heart makes it a rough read, but Böll is one of the World's greatest authors. I'd rate this one a must read. A+ .

Before machines the only form of entertainment people really had was relationships.

Three sharks? Four sharks? SEVEN sharks?!?!

We lavish on animals the love we are afraid to show to people. They might not return it; or worse, they might.

'er indoors outdoors. Bellerive Esplanade , Bellerive. January 2013. A tricky Theme Thursday this week: CONFESSIONS. CONFESSIONS? Here are my CONFESSIONS... 1) I don't rate dogs. 2) If someone tells me I'm "nice", I don't take it as a compliment. 3) I think that people that enjoy the television show Friends must be a bit simple in the head. 4) If I can bring myself to forgive, I really don't forget. 5) Even though it probably isn't true, sometimes I am convinced that collectively, human beings have entered their highest stage of stupidity over the past fifteen years. 6) I have been known to truncate a storybook in the evening to ensure a quicker transition to bed. 7) Sometimes if I say, "It's not you, it's me", I really mean "It's definitely you". 8) Inwardly I judge people who take the elevator rather than the stairs very harshly. 9) I'm more offended by Lord Monckton's supremely rotte...

The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.

"Blue Steel" or "Magnum"?