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Reality Check

Some clues

Just to help you a little with the four remaining quotes, here are some clues… in no particular order.

-  One of these movies stars Russel Crowe. Little Richard sings the National Anthem really slowly!

-  A British housewife goes on a Mediterannean vacation.

-  Diane Lane takes on more than she bargained for, but finds herself and a good life.

-  Jude Law’s character dies in this Civil War movie.

Good luck! 

Filch It Friday

The delectable Meg of Simply Nutmeg has launched a Filching Carnival!  What this means is that you can steal any post from anybody, as long as you link back to them and give them credit. (I’ve been doing this for a long time, but now it’s ALLOWED!).  The idea is to write your own version of the post, kind of like a meme.

This week I’m filching one of Meg’s own posts - Guess the Movie Quote! See if you can identify the movie these quotes come from - without Googling it! Just put the number of the quote, and your answer in the comments. Have fun!

1.  “Well, it’s not good. Unless you want to give your ass a facial.”  - Under A Tuscan Sun (Thanks Pippa and Jane!)

2.  “They call this war a cloud over the land. But they made the weather and then they stand in the rain and say ‘Shit, it’s raining!’ - Cold Mountain (Well done, Ice)

3.  “In Greece he spent a year in silence just to better understand the sound of a whisper!’ -  A Knight’s Tale (Meredith)

4.  “I think sex is like supermarkets, you know, overrated. Just a lot of pushing and shoving and you still come out with very little at the end.” - Shirley Valentine (Cammy got this one)

5.  What is it with this chick? She have beer-flavored nipples? - 10 Things I Hate About You (Well done, Meredith!)

6.  “That’s all I have to say about that.” - Forest Gump (Lisa, who also filched this post, so head on over there if you want to try your hand at some more quotes.)

7.  “This is hockey, OK? It’s not rocket surgery.”

8.  “I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I’d like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can’t be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man felt free.” - The Shawshank Redemption (this is my favourite movie of all time - Meredith got this one right too!)

9.  “With all due respect, sir, I believe this is gonna be our finest hour.”  - Apollo 13 (Lisa again!)

10.  “You don’t throw away a whole life just ’cause it’s banged up a little.” - Seabiscuit (Thanks Felicia!)

Juicy News - Day 56

Just checking in to say that things are still juicy here.  I’ve had very little in the way of detox symptoms these last few days, am still losing weight and feeling great!  Except yesterday when something truly bizarre happened.

I was making my juice for the evening and my container was ever so slightly too small, so I took a few gulps of juice to make room.  Within moments I was hit by a paralyzing pain just under my breastbone.  I couldn’t bear to be upright, so I lay down on the couch.  Even that was uncomfortable.  I started sweating profusely, and the pain could be felt all the way at the back of my ribcage to my shoulders and even my neck.  It took about an hour to pass.  I grabbed my Sudoku book and started doing puzzles.  I knew it wasn’t my heart, or my liver or even my gallbladder.  It felt as if my diaphragm was in spasm.  I think this is what babies must feel when they have wind.  If hubby had been home he could have rubbed my back for me, or knowing him, thumped me, but as he wasn’t I just had to wait it out.  And sure enough, I burped a lot during that hour.  The lesson is to not gulp down whatever you are drinking!

All the other juice feasters are reporting increased consumption of juice, but strangely enough I think I’m drinking more water than juice at the moment.  I’ll just go with it some more and see if I can figure out why.  I’m certainly not starving myself.  I have this love affair with water at the moment, after writing a page about water for my website. 

I’ve got a lot on my mind at the moment.  The path I have chosen seems to be so full of obstacles and it seems unlikely that I can get around them.  I have to keep reminding myself that my truth does not depend on that which can be seen, but rather on my beliefs.  If I can’t go over or around those obstacles, I suppose I can always go through them!   There is no room for doubt.  It can be done, and it will be done.  I don’t have to see the whole staircase to take the first step.

Just a word on the store room.  I inherited it in that state.  That wasn’t my stuff, or my doing.  I just couldn’t live with it anymore!  Craig said that I was painful to work with…  I have very set ideas about how to do things and for this exercise I insisted that EVERYTHING came out, the place got swept, and only then did we start putting things back.  He was looking for shortcuts, but I was having none of it!  I must say, I was surprised at his willingness to throw things away.  I thought I would have to  tear things from his hands, but he was pretty good!  The only “incident” was when he hit an old tin of varnish with an even older golf club, shattering the tin and streaking varnish all over the tiles and wall of the back patio.  Also all over himself and in his eye.  Boys will be boys, I suppose.  One of the finds of the whole exercise is a box full of photographs from his childhood and youth.  I’ll be going through them soon!

I really want to thank you for your unfailing support.  I know you don’t all agree with me, but you’re always interested and polite, not to mention encouraging.  Two of the blogs I read regularly have nasty controversies raging in the comments and I’m just so glad that I don’t have trolls dropping bombs in my comment section.  We are here to help one another.  If I ever say something in your comments that you find offensive, or misplaced, please let me know.  My intention is always to encourage, educate and uplift.  I love blogging, don’t you?

We’ve got a double dose of American Idol tonight, starting with Hollywood week!  I told you we’re far behind, but we catch up!

About the picture:

Those of you who’ve been reading since January might remember that I once worked on an ostrich show farm.  Here’s a picture of an ostrich race.  We, the guides, had to provide the commentary like they do at a horse race!  (It’s hard to believe that I could do that in three languages, although not at the same time…)   The tourists lapped it up and the “jockeys” earned wonderful tips!

Flying is for witches

In my BC years (before Craig), my friends and I used to drink cases of (very good) wine and discuss, mull over and finally solve weighty and pressing matters like global warming which super power we’d like to have.

Someone would always wax lyrical about flying, but this has never really grabbed me as something that would make a huge impact on my life. I’m a Virgo, ever practical, and my super power would need to make life a little easier for me. It’s not that I’m afraid of heights, but as a fat person, gravity has always been more of a reality to me than perhaps to some of my leaner friends. Fat girls don’t fly. Can you imagine how fat my ass would look from that angle? And the loose skin on my upper arms would just flap unbecomingly in the breeze… Phrases like ‘mother ship’ and ‘her ass is so big you can’t even see the broom’ come to mind… And anyway, this would just be something else that I would need to find time for. So no, flying is not for me.

What about being invisible? Try being fat… People often dismiss you with a glance. Invisibility is not going to float my boat.

Mind reading? Yawn!!!! It would be really depressing to read the minds of 95% of the population. No thank you, I don’t need to experience the thought processes of the masses!

No, my super power is much, much more practical and has the potential of making me very rich. I would like to teleport from Point A to Point B in an instant!

You see, I don’t mind being places, but I find it such a drag to go places. Say I need to go to the post office. First I have to trawl the house to find cell phone, handbag, post bag, water bottle and keys. Then I have to unlock the front door, set the alarm, lock the front door, open the car gate, drive out, wait for the gate to close and drive off, dodging buses, taxis, traffic and stupid people.  When I eventually get to the centre, I have to crawl around looking for parking, hire a private security guard to look after my car and schlep up the stairs to the post office, juggling said handbag, keys, water bottle and postbag. Then I go through the whole process in reverse (this time dodging the brain-dead moron coming down my up one way street!) until I’m home again. The bit inside the post office is fine, but the whole getting there and back is a mission. I put off going places for as long as I can. We often end up with two spring onions and a carrot in the refrigerator, because I can’t motivate myself enough to go to the grocery store! Ok, so I’m lazy!

So, imagine not having to do that ever again! Imagine that I just dematerialize in my house and rematerialize in the post office! In the blink of an eye! Or, I’d be preparing food and discover that I’ve run out of lemons. Just ‘pop’ over to the grocery store and buy some, or better yet, to an orchard and pick some! It would take me 3 minutes! I wouldn’t even have to switch off the stove or set the alarm. And if I’m in a grocery store wondering whether I should get tomatoes, I can just ‘pop’ back home and check how many are left and be back in 5 seconds. And as for returning DVD’s…what a pleasure!

Wondering what to do on Sunday?  No problem, let’s pop over to Hungary, or Monaco, for the Grand Prix! Mom complaining that we’re not visiting often enough? Just pop over for a cup of (herbal) tea every now and again. Missing Lizana? No need to drive 150 km to Saldanha, just pop over for an hour or two. In a New York state of mind? Pop’s your uncle! Feel like a bit of sun? Go lie on a Caribbean beach for the afternoon… Robbie Williams concert? I’ll be there in a flash!

The possibilities are endless. Of course, I’ll be able to take everything I can hold on to with me, so that would be two people, or some shopping… The big danger is that one could quite easily become a Super Villain, instead of a Super Hero. Need some money? Just pop into the bank vault after hours and help yourself or do your shopping after closing time! And if I get caught, how are they going to keep me in jail?

Let’s say I keep my integrity and resist using my amazing super power for illegal means. How can I earn a living from this? Well that’s easy… I’ll be the world’s fastest courier service-cum-transport! How much do you think a business man would pay to go from Tokyo to New York in a few seconds? Or his wife, to go shopping in Paris for the afternoon? Stuck up shit creek? I’ll bring you a paddle, at a price!

All of the above would take me 15 minutes, so for an hour a day, I could ferry the rich and their paraphernalia all over the world, and still have the rest of the day for myself… Free to see the aurora borealis, go to raw events (not as racy as it sounds!) all over the world, sightsee, spend time with my friends and family and buy the best quality fresh organic fruit and vegetables year round!

That’s what a super power should be. Fun AND practical!

What  super power do you wish you had?  Tell me, tell me!  I’m not a mind-reader you know!