Stuph Drawer

July 27, 2011 at 16:22 (Uncategorized)

Stuph Drawer – the drawer of stuph: pens, staplers, post its, flash drives, glasses cases, adaptors, spare keys – stuff.  I think every house has a Stuph Drawer.  Some might have more but they all have at least one.  Ours has two – my desk and Aki’s desk.   And while scratching in AKi’s desk, I found my Zippo.  I had completely forgotten I had it.

Now, it is in my Stuph Drawer.

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Education :P

July 24, 2011 at 15:37 (Uncategorized)

Beyah is a busy little girl.  Though I often use the word naughty.  She also has the attention span of a gnat but what I can get her to watch is the Ken Block Slo-Mo from Top Gear.  She watched it three times in a row.  I think she might be his youngest fan at 22 months.

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Score

July 21, 2011 at 17:45 (Uncategorized)

I am almost a hundred percent sure I order the first edition of my one textbook.  I remember because I specifically sought it out because it was cheaper and either edition could be used.  I received it today and it was the second edition, which is rather cool.  It also came with a CD.

I cannot believe how tired the CELTA course makes me.  More exhausting than any of the UNISA modules I’ve done so far.  I think with the UNISA modules, I can take a break but this is all day every day, thinking, analysing, interpreting, working out, anticipating.  I don’t think I’ve ever looked forward to a weekend as I am waiting for this one.

My brain is fried.  Like a crisp.

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Paratrooper

July 4, 2011 at 12:53 (Uncategorized)

When I was rather small, I had a paratrooper.   I don’t know if it was mine or perhaps one of my sister’s but it was a great little toy.  We used to take hold of his parachute, spin him around in mad circles and let go.  Inevitably the plastic of the chute would give way and then it was a scramble to find a little green man among the foliage.  Once found my mother would have to reattach the chute and the whole game would start again.  There was also endless struggles with the knotting string, hooked up in trees and the drop into the neighbour’s garden.

I wanted to get one for my father’s birthday.  I found one but there was nothing cool about it.  It was bright orange, almost 25cm in height with ‘special’ no tangle cords – in a word, boring.  The best part about the little green man was that he was light.  A fair breeze could alter his course and he could end up anywhere.  I’m going to liberate one of L’s infantrymen from the toy box and attach a chute.

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