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You Can Handle the TRUTH

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How many people do you know who actually take the high road? I mean really, even if it means stepping up to an uncomfortable place and putting themselves out there?

Well, if you know me, that's at least one.

I sincerely hope that doesn't sound boastful. But I stepped up this week, and it bothers me more that I'm basically the first one who has said anything about an awkward situation that straddles both my day job and my business and that has been making me crazy; actually, not only me, but a bunch of people who haven't said anything and who are all agog that I did.

So I made an appointment with The Big Cheese (not to be confused with the Baby Cheeses) and looked him in the eye and said "I'm going to be completely honest with you."

And it's something I don't think he hears that often. Not that people aren't honest with him but people are so used to jumping to whatever tune they think he's playing that they don't want to rock the boat, don't want to stress him out don't want to look as though they're complaining.

Screw that.

There are too many people in pain, too many people getting trodden on (and no, not by him). I've been there before and I made a promise to myself I am NEVER going back there and if it means stepping up, making those appointments and telling the truth?

I'm doing it.

In the Pink

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Get Checked
Mammo Drama
My Dr the Tit
The Big Squeeze

Both me and my blog have a cancer history (above), specifically a Breast Cancer History, and in honour of that history and the incredible women in my family who have been touched by this scourge I'm, well... In the Pink for October...

It's somewhat appropriate really. My mum is the next Singular woman to get a diagnosis and a date with a masectomy. Heck, she may even make hers a double.

Bloody Hell - have you been checked?

Nine One One

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Sydney NSW, Australia - 9935 miles (15,989 km) away from New York City and yet it could have been next door for the heartbreak we felt, even this far away.

I thought I was the last to know, arriving at the front door of the college I'd been studing at for almost 2 years. The world was at our feet as we began to plan for the following year... the big one. Kirky, best friend and accomplice, met me at the front door with a peculiar look on her face... "Have you heard?" the question on her lips.

"Heard What?" my reply.

Terrorists have attacked the World Trade Centre, hijacked planes, thousands dead, the towers fallen, etc. etc. etc.

Disbelief the immediate response, silent respect, prayer for the lost, for the rescuers and for the remaining. That and an addiction to CNN alone for the following weeks.

For our parents it was the assasination of JFK, the man on the moon. For us? The death of Princess Di, the World Trade Centers falling...

These are the days the world stopped for us.

There are other days, the day a hurricane destroyed a city, the day a tsunami flattened a nation. There are other tragedies... civil wars that are starving their people, men and women held captive lest religious freedom destabilises governments. There are men and women whose children will not live past tomorrow, or worse still, past the time it takes you to read this post.

Yes, it is important to remember the tragedies of the past but let us not lose sight of the tragedies that happen every day in our present, and let us do what we can to make a difference to somebody's future.

http://www.redcross.org/
http://www.worldvision.com.au/

At My Wits End

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Q. Why do the networks interrupt the flow of new episodes of series such as Friends and Becker by showing repeats?

A. Most US shows are made in series of about 22 episodes. The Australian ratings calendar runs for 40 weeks a year. Networks pad out their successful imports with occasional repeats to extend their high ratings over a longer period. Repeats also are used during the two-week Easter break in the official ratings to keep viewers in the habit of switching on at particular times. Why do programmers do what they do? By Ross Warneke June 6 2002 The Age

This writer asked the same question I ask myself everytime I sit down to watch House on a Wednesday night and find myself face to face with an episode I've seen.

And I've seen them all so far... I own the boxed set.

Where I grew up, a season of shows was played from its beginning to its end and and while the year was a lot longer than the season of new shows you wore it as a part of life... to everything there is a season, and all that... Basically? It was expected you'd have to spend most of the year without your favourites... but you cherished their presence all the more for the short time they were on the box... You watched ER (and the like) for 20 weeks or so and then got on with your life.

But here? (or now... I'm not sure if NZ participates in this despicable practice these days) Here, as the ratings season extends for 40 weeks, show seasons are padded out for as long as possible to get as much juice as possible for the bloody networks.. and it rips my undies that we are held hostage to them (or more precisely to their advertisers...)

So, tonight, on NCIS Kate was back from the dead for the evening, and House was no longer harassing his ex (but realistically little else has changed).

Bloody Network 1 Little guy/girl 0

Happily, Channel 9 refrained from dumping old ER on us and the episode I saw was a newbie and a goodie... You'd think in view of that I'd have ended up in bed earlier... But no, I'm on a roll now... and while I'm on the subject of corporate nasties...

Bodies found inside Sydney unit - National - smh.com.au (May require free registration)

5 dead bodies THIS MONTH... 3 of them sitting in their apartments for MONTHS without anyone realising...

I'm apalled that NO ONE noticed... don't let your neighbours be next... Start TAKING NOTICE please people. Especially if your neighbours are elderly.

Thank you.

[updated report]
[end rant]

The Big Squeeze.

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I have given a lot of thought to writing about the mammogram which I had this morning.

For a start there's the grumpy b*tch on reception who really doesn't make a nervous 1st timer welcome as she walked in the door and barks at you for using your phone...

There'd have to be a mention about the other lovely ladies who are very sensitive about handling your well... precious vessels.

There'd be a mention about the procedure itself (eep), the mammogram that is, the ultrasound was far less intense though a little, well, sticky...

I could write at length but I'm not going to.

All I'm going to say is that it was uncomfortable to be sure but by no means unbearable. There was no embarassment or discomfort about being so exposed.

And more importantly, I will add, that if you should be having early checks due to a family history, or if you have any kind of concern about your girls and you have been putting it off.

STOP IT!!! STOP IT AT ONCE.

Go and get it done, for the sake of your health and the sake of your loved ones.

[here endeth the lesson]

The People in Your Neighbourhood

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Do you know your neighbours?

I have to confess I've not been acquainted many of them over the 4 years I have lived in this apartment, and as a consequence of this Flick and I decided to change the situation by hosting a pre Christmas 'block party' for the people who live in our building.

It's not a usual sort of thing for insular Sydneysiders to do really, there are communities out there, and even here on the Northern Beaches (dahling) that do meet and commune with each other over wine and barbeque on occasion, but it's never been us. Usually passing in the stairwell or out in the carpark may elicit a quiet hello but certainly no introductions or conversation.

So, as the landscape of tenants and owners seemed to be changing over the last year we decided, as some of the more long standing occupants, that it was up to us to begin the introductions.

I was in charge of the invitations and so Photoshopped a picture of our building which had been delivered by an earnest real estate agent looking to encourage us to sell (sell that which we don't own...) and one evening we did the tiptoed delivery to each of the 27 apartments. We met one neighbour doing the delivery, she seemed very nice and very positive about the barbeque and feeling bouyed by her response we sat at home and waited for the RSVPs.

Of course, not everyone replied, but we catered for more than had responded... you know how people are... they look out the curtains to see what sort of people are there and whether they'll feel comfortable joining us. For a while Flick sat in the middle of the lawn, at a table covered with food, all by herself and Steve, one of the neighbours called over the balcony, "Hi there, having a good time?" Flick responded with her raised hand, "sorry, can't talk, busy right now..." you probably had to be there, but it was pretty funny...

One by one families and couples, and people came down, bringing their blankets and chairs and meat for the bbq. We poured the wine, clinked the beer bottles to wish all a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, and we got about the business of getting acquainted! The party lasted as long as the light and by 8pm we'd slowly begun the trek back into our seprarte but conjoined homes. This time though we had hefty boys taking the table back upstairs for us and returning the bbq to its owners.

In the final analysis it was a really great afternoon! We can now say hello to occupants of 10 of the units by name. That's a pretty cool we have the chance to have a gander in a couple of the units to see just what's different from our own place and we have managed to convince our near neighbours to babysit the goldfish for us while we're in Brisbane next week!!! Cooooooool.

Having done it, I highly reccommend making the effort again. Now, this is the first place I've lived in with a real sense of community and I love that we could sing out to any of the crew and say, "come up for a drink" and they'd likely say "sure!!!"

I've spent too many years cocooned in a Christian bubble that separated me from the world, and while that may have its place its by no means the way Christ behaved on earth. I may not behave in the same way regarding alcohol and sex and cigarettes than my neighbours (to name the most obvious differences) and I may spend more time considering my spiritual world than they, but actually they're really not so very different to me.

And that's a good thing to remember when you live in a community like ours whose had it's fair share of trouble in recent months concerning other differences like race and origin. Maybe a little bit more time on common ground is what we all need to make our community a better place.

Well; little thought has gone into posting lately (hence the photographs). I have had many moments when the framework of a post would be born in my mind only to be complete rubbish when written down. Usually because it doesn't sound nearly so interesting as it felt at the time...

Oh yeah... That and the fact that I haven't been very good company lately... Ask any of my friends...

erm.. perhaps better not to...

So I finally took time out from the telly tonight to try and get to the bottom of my malaise. Particularly as I had been ever so much more than cranky all day. This was compounded by the little darlings at the office who chock up our mail server with too big emails and make it impossible for me to achieve any kind of work because it cruicifies my access to the internet... (See? Grumpy as hell... anyway, I digress...)

So, I took myself and my Precious off to the bedroom and hauled out my dusty Sketchbook to do a bit of soul searching. Ed.Using a sketchbook sounds ever so arty... complete rubbish, of course, she usually ends up writing in it rather than sketching given that she is much more text oriented than capable of rendering a recognizable image...

I put on some meditative music and began to draw.

As is usually the case I ended up writing... writing a letter actually. And as I wrote down how I was feeling I realised that the thing that had put me in this aggravated state is my anger.

Bitter, ugly, screaming, red hot, bloody, Anger.

Me.

That Furious.

Anger I had been holding onto for 3 months.

Not Good At All.

And the only way to deal with it in a way that doesn't hurt anyone more is to forgive. Which I could argue about and justify myself against and be perfectly fair in doing so. It wasn't my fault.

Seriously.

At All.

But that doesn't solve the anger problem. That doesn't make me any more pleasant to be around.

No.

Stopping the anger and choosing to forgive is the only way to go forward.

So I crawl up onto His lap and cry into His shoulder because the anger came from a painful experience and He is the only one who really knows the story.

And I promise Him I will phone home.

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