Sad, glad and thoughtful

sharpest pencil week

It’s been such a super quick week this week that I kind of forgot to update my blog.  Technically I have two excuses

1. I had a colonoscopy this week and so tried to pretend that two days this week did not exist

2. I have been writing every day for Kidspot (and loving it) so my brain is full of “other” words and it seems that I do have a limited number of words after all (even though Mr Pencil would not agree with that)

But I am back too play my favourite game of what made me sad, what made me glad and what had me thinking
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Sad and glad. Again

Last week I started a long-standing tradition on my blog, okay maybe it’s not REALLY long standing because it started last week, but admit “long-standing” sounds more impressive.

This is the post where I talk about what’s had me thinking, what made me glad and what’s made me sad. And then I implore you to do the same.
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Sad, Glad and Had (me thinking)

sad glad and hadIt’s been almost a week since I came home from my amazing trip to the US and of course it feels like we never went.  We’ve started planning the next holiday of course because there is nothing quite like a holiday to make you want to do it all over again. Except the unpacking and washing part, nobody wants to do that again.  Or the flying part.

I am sure I am not the only person whose fear of flying has just been intensified a million times over. I cannot begin to think about what happened to those people on board MH370 and what they must have gone through before their almost certain demise. Their families and their loved ones are living a nightmare. How do you even ease that sense of horror, foreboding and sadness they must feel?

It’s almost worrying how easily I can move on to the next subject…

A while ago I was looking back at my week in a post that I put up every Friday (or Saturday if I was slow). I loved the post but it felt a bit too samey to Mamamia’s Best and Worst so, this week while I was looking for ways to divert my attention from my son’s increasing surliness at dinner (hello teenage hormones), I saw this idea to play Mad, Sad Glad and talk about the things that made you mad, glad and sad that day. Okay I actually found that while looking for something else completely and if I tried to play that game with my family both my husband and son would take the opportunity to leave the table and go watch repeats of Top Gear. But I have decided to play it here with a twist because mad and sad are too similar – so let’s play Sad, Glad and Had (where Had means “something which had me thinking”).

Complicated enough? .

Let’s go..

Sad

The thing that won my sadness race this week was this status update that I saw from Stacey Roberts the genius, beautiful human behind Veggie Mama. The status read “Dude doing the BBC international news tells reporter “owing to who they’ve elected into government, it would appear the majority of Australians agree with the current treatment of refugees”. So ashamed and embarrassed and pretty well pissed off right now.”

It wasn’t Stacey that made me sad. It was the fact that people think this is true of Australians.  Just like Stacey I am ashamed, embarrassed and pretty well pissed off.

Thank God for Charlie Pickering who says things like this

charlie pickering

Glad 

I don’t speak a word of Gaelic

Didn’t stop me watching this a billion times and feeling glad every time I did.

Had (me thinking)

My friend Kerri Sackville wrote a brilliant post (because she always does) about lying – and how you are possibly complicit in the lies that you are told. You can read the post here.  I am REALLY good at reading people, in fact I have read some people for Kerri! I think my radar for fools, liars and disingenuous people is very, very high in fact it may be my secret super power (far better deal than my lame secret power which is waking up two minutes before the alarm goes off) .  But it did make me think though about all the people that I had forced myself to like and trust and, well that made me feel all churned up inside and like I wanted to go back in time to those people and tell them that I see right through them. But of course I am far more mature than that so I just sulked a fair bit.

The other parts of my week that bear talking about were

  • the excellent parent teacher interview I attended
  • I made a perfect white sauce the other night
  • I went to see a Jewish comedian who made me laugh at myself. Went with a brilliant friend and our boys. Good night indeed
  • I had my hair cut and I have Lego head
  • We had a dog door installed and my dog is laughing and laughing at me
  • I went to Melissa Doyle’s book launch the other day and was only a tiny bit intimidated. She is tall. Proper tall. And lovely (tall people do not intimidate me by the way – just smart people)
  • Kerri Sackville stole my sunglasses

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How was your week?

 

 

 

The week that was

Welcome to my week, well at least a reflection on it

Bad

“What counts in life is not the mere fact that we have lived. It is what difference we have made to the lives of others that will determine the significance of the life we lead.” – Nelson Mandela

It’s hard to explain how much Nelson Mandela meant to me as a South African. A bastion of strength, freedom, courage and honour. A man who was like God in stature yet felt like part of your own family in his humility and grace. I remember the time my sister met him and shook his hand, she almost refused to wash her hand ever again. I was glad to be with her this morning when I heard of his passing.  I imagine that many people feel the connection I do today. Hamba Kahle Madiba, rest forever in peace.   And I hope with every fibre of my being that South Africa can keep it together.
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How was your week?

Looks like this post is becoming something of a regular, which is a good thing, I need a bit of regular in my life and I really I hope it works for you too. So let me take you for a look back at my week before you share yours with me.

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