Showing posts with label Isle of Skye. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Isle of Skye. Show all posts

Saturday, April 23, 2011

T. Tense

It’s trying to work in a tacky company when you want to throw a *tanty because of the trickery of twisted managers.

If you’re truthful, articulate and value integrity and have tried to temper your retorts but failed, you might need to troubleshoot or you’ll appear totally tactless and truculent. Your job may be terminated - not temporarily!

If you’ve tallied up too many tempests and transformed from 'team player' to 'turned-off', bullies may tell that they were targeted and tasted your terse tongue.

They may then testify this left them **totalled by your terrible taunts and call it truculent behaviour.

Isle of Skye.
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*tanty = tantrum

**a slang expression usually applied to cars eg “He totalled his car when he hit the tree” = the car is bent beyond repair. In this case the person who is totalled had been hurt irreparably.

A Drabble is a story told in 100 words. No more, no less.

Here tomorrow: Unwanted attention


Here for how to make a clicky signature.

Over at traverselife, I'm spending the month looking at different aspects of bullying.

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Thursday, April 14, 2011

L. Lighten up! & A CELEBRATION!!!!

Lighten up lady! Let’s laugh a little and spend a few moments looking for some lovely locations on the laptop.

It’s possible to overload on the litany of lies from the long list of lunatic lumps leering at my concerns for our lives and longevity. It’s time to be light-hearted; grab some lunch of lasagne, a longneck of lager and luxuriate in a lungful of fresh air.

Luckily I’ve loaded my files with shots from lots of latitudes.

Some local
Mornington, Victoria, Australia

Landless
Tweed Heads. New South Wales

 Laird
Lunga, Scotland

Not Latex!

Some largish
Zermatt, The Matterhorn

Or Landward
Near Bright, Northern Victoria


Lamb

Luminous
Isle of Skye

Ah, this is the life. I like it!

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I've been blogging for one year today. 
Happy Birthday!
My gorgeous children, many years ago

It feels almost like a surprise to still be here after my "main" blog's (traverselife) inauspicious beginnings. To all the amazing people who have had the confidence that you'll return, thankyou so much for clicking "Follow" ... WOW! ... I'm honoured. It's heart-warming, welcoming, accepting, supportive and humbling.

I'm in a state of wonder. I often feel like a grumpy lady up on my soapbox railing against the world. For that reason, it didn't matter if no one ever followed me, I'm writing for me, to get it out of my system, but by golly, it feels great that others connect in some way...there's others who care out there!  WELCOME!  Please comment and share when you can, I firmly believe connecting is important.

I just reread my first post - it's not so good. There are assumptions about my audience that haven't come to fruition. Few people who initially expressed an interest in bouncing off my ideas and contributing have done so, or to be more accurate none of them have. Because of that I stumbled around wondering what to say, if anything; how to write, whether to be formal or relaxed (I think it's called the voice). I frequently asked "Who am I in this blogging world?" "Do I belong?" I still feel like a babe amongst giants, but I'm improving! I've learnt how to add pictures and a hyperlink signature too! But what's this networked blogs? And when do you click on "Links to this post?"  What happens? and how does the Facebook thing work, do I make a Page so it doesn't go directly to my personal FB or what? ... so much to learn :)

Should I go back and edit to make sense for anyone who sniffs around? Maybe, but I'm having too much fun here and now to bother. What I thought would happen, hasn't.  But this is SO much better than I could ever have imagined. I'm deeply grateful that I've bumped into this generous, welcoming community of diverse bloggers from around the globe. It's opened my eyes to our common challenges as well as unique issues as people living in a difficult world.

In January, I began Jumping Aground (the title Jumping Around had already been taken) to make it easier to contribute a small stone (a short piece of writing that captures a fully engaged moment) to the River of Stones.  It's been fun to rediscover writing for pleasure, to tinker with words, maybe to find my voice as a writer, although that sounds presumptuous. I still don't consider myself to be a writer, but maybe I'm getting there - wherever there happens to be.

at home! (No worries about driving)
I'm unsure what will happen next after I've finished the A-Z Bullying over at traverselife. It's been a labour of love, grueling but rewarding. I'll need a break from it I know. Here at JumpingAground, we'll see, something will turn up. I remain deeply concerned about the environment, those with learning difficulties, education and injustice and will keep writing about that, but I also need to regain my balance and do some fun stuff too.

I'll end with my favourite verse from Sydney Carter's "Interview":

Where are you going next?
     Like you, I ask that question.
     I can only
     travel with the music.
     I am full
     of curiosity.


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A Drabble is a story told in 100 words No more, no less.

Here tomorrow: Marvellous ideas.

Over at traverselife, I'm spending the month looking at different aspects of bullying.

How to make a hyperlink signature here
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Thursday, January 27, 2011

aros. How do you get that word out of those letters?

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Our overseas guest
is as bemused by our place names -
Yackandandah
Wandilligong
Powong
and Yarck

as we are by hers -
Uig
Cuillin
Quirang
Duirinish.

We listen in wonder as each pronounces familiar words with ease.
and share good natured laughter
as the other stumbles.

Tongue tied togetherness.

A happy Australia Day indeed.


A river of stones is a project started by Fiona &Kaspa to encourage people to engage with the world through writing. In 2011 they invited people to join them in writing a small stone each day during January.