Thursday, September 30, 2010
Sensible Kate is easily distracted "oh look! something bright and shiny"
Long time no Sensible Kate update................um yeah, sorry followers and true believers, its not that I don't value you, its more that Ive been a little busy.......so you have probably figured that i am easily amused, but did you know that i am also easily distracted? "Oh look, something bright and shiny!"
And hasn't there has been plenty of things revolving around choices to distract me, important things like who to vote for on Australia's Next Top Model, who is going to coach Essendon, whats Bomber Thompson going to do? Oh and there was that election campaign thingy and the drawn out result thrown in there too. How rad is the fact that we now have a female ranga prime minister from Altona with the best bogan accent ever! (come on Julia, say negotiate one more time, just for shits and giggles). My inner country bogan gene leads me to be mildly amused every time Julia speaks. Australia we made our choice (insert whinging liberal voters here - handy hint liberals maybe let Tony Abbott do a "Harold Holt" in his budgie smugglers off Portsea back beach and you might win next time) and now we all have to live with the consequences. Right so that's enough social commentary, that's what twitter is for! speaking of which my alter ego, non sensible Kate is now down with the kids and one of those tweeting twits, get on board!
So back to Sensible Kate. The real reason she has been AWOL is because I sold out and got a job! As much as I was loving being a lady of leisure that did leisurely things all day (and that does not involve breakfast bongs on the couch at midday thank you very much! I was actually leaving the house), having no income just didn't seem to match my innate need to shop and buy shit that i don't need.
So that said, I am not a total sell out, I'm actually now in a job that i really like within an organisation that treats its employees like real human beings (yes peeps, companies like that do exist) and that has opportunities in abundance. I am still very much in control of my own destiny and have a world of choice in front of me, and the best bit is i get all of this happiness and warm fuzzy feelings while getting paid!!! Cha Ching. The only down side is not getting to lounge around in my favourite navy blue valour tracksuit pants (you know the ones!) and blog away till my hearts content. I actually have to do like work and stuff.
Whilst a lady of leisure i did get to have a crack at not being sensible. After being influenced by one very funny television commercial (advertising and marketing works people, watch the gruen transfer if you don't believe me.........mmmmmm Will Anderson, even if you are from Heyfield, I'd still go there!) I thought why not try a little social experiment and take all of the decision making that I needed to do for a week out of my hands. Clearly that's not sensible at all!!
My experiment hypothesis was this "can life be so simple that everything can be decided by a clinker?"For a whole week, when I needed to make a decision, a yes or a no, the clinker told me which way to go (sorry just got all Dr Seus there for a minute). Green was a yes, pink was a no, yellow was a try again. Here is how it all went down:
THE CLINKER EXPERIMENT - Day 1: so far the clinkers have told me to mow the front lawns and do the garden, to not sit on the couch and read the papers, to clean my room instead of going swimming and to wash my hair - what I have learnt so far: there are a shitload of yellow clinkers in this packet, that more than one clinker makes you feel sick and that clinkers seem to be demanding little buggers.......and so the experiment goes on.
THE CLINKER EXPERIMENT - Day 2: so it seems the clinkers have a wicked sense of humour, after too many clinkers and not wanting any more "should i stop the clinker experiment?" Yellow clinker try again, yellow clinker try again, pink clinker no...................you win this time clinkers you sadistic sugary bundles of decision making. I seriously think if i have any more sugar I may go blind.
THE CLINKER EXPERIMENT - Day 3: possibly delirious from so much sugar, I've actually run out of clinkers today!! (I brought three packets of the bloody things on Monday, Allens I should get shares in your company for the free promotion and clinker consumption) The clinkers made me say yes to a guy and go out for a drink with him last night, yeah price was wrong on that one clinker!..............clearly your no good for dating advice, no wonder the unicorn needs to do a bloody paternity test, you set him up with a tramp and you set me up with one weird unit (says she that is doing a clinker experiment, pot pot come in this is kettle)
THE CLINKER EXPERIMENT - Day 4: clinkers made me stay up till 4am last night, OUCH! wasn't all bad, they made me swim today which turned out to be rad, outdoor pool, steam coming off it, cruisey 2km's, love that day time lady of leisureness! the clinkers also enabled me to relive childhood birthday parties by making me make chocolate crackles...cos that's what I need..., more freakin chocolate and another sugar high 4am finish..hello wreck, this is your train calling.
THE CLINKER EXPERIMENT - Day 5: How easy is doing your footy tips and dream team trades when you let the clinkers make the decisions. Barlow out Swan in, very happy with that clinkers.........I take back all those bad things I have been saying about you. I wonder if I can apply the clinker logic to the form guide for Flemington races tomorrow?
And hasn't there has been plenty of things revolving around choices to distract me, important things like who to vote for on Australia's Next Top Model, who is going to coach Essendon, whats Bomber Thompson going to do? Oh and there was that election campaign thingy and the drawn out result thrown in there too. How rad is the fact that we now have a female ranga prime minister from Altona with the best bogan accent ever! (come on Julia, say negotiate one more time, just for shits and giggles). My inner country bogan gene leads me to be mildly amused every time Julia speaks. Australia we made our choice (insert whinging liberal voters here - handy hint liberals maybe let Tony Abbott do a "Harold Holt" in his budgie smugglers off Portsea back beach and you might win next time) and now we all have to live with the consequences. Right so that's enough social commentary, that's what twitter is for! speaking of which my alter ego, non sensible Kate is now down with the kids and one of those tweeting twits, get on board!
So back to Sensible Kate. The real reason she has been AWOL is because I sold out and got a job! As much as I was loving being a lady of leisure that did leisurely things all day (and that does not involve breakfast bongs on the couch at midday thank you very much! I was actually leaving the house), having no income just didn't seem to match my innate need to shop and buy shit that i don't need.
So that said, I am not a total sell out, I'm actually now in a job that i really like within an organisation that treats its employees like real human beings (yes peeps, companies like that do exist) and that has opportunities in abundance. I am still very much in control of my own destiny and have a world of choice in front of me, and the best bit is i get all of this happiness and warm fuzzy feelings while getting paid!!! Cha Ching. The only down side is not getting to lounge around in my favourite navy blue valour tracksuit pants (you know the ones!) and blog away till my hearts content. I actually have to do like work and stuff.
Whilst a lady of leisure i did get to have a crack at not being sensible. After being influenced by one very funny television commercial (advertising and marketing works people, watch the gruen transfer if you don't believe me.........mmmmmm Will Anderson, even if you are from Heyfield, I'd still go there!) I thought why not try a little social experiment and take all of the decision making that I needed to do for a week out of my hands. Clearly that's not sensible at all!!
My experiment hypothesis was this "can life be so simple that everything can be decided by a clinker?"For a whole week, when I needed to make a decision, a yes or a no, the clinker told me which way to go (sorry just got all Dr Seus there for a minute). Green was a yes, pink was a no, yellow was a try again. Here is how it all went down:
THE CLINKER EXPERIMENT - Day 1: so far the clinkers have told me to mow the front lawns and do the garden, to not sit on the couch and read the papers, to clean my room instead of going swimming and to wash my hair - what I have learnt so far: there are a shitload of yellow clinkers in this packet, that more than one clinker makes you feel sick and that clinkers seem to be demanding little buggers.......and so the experiment goes on.
THE CLINKER EXPERIMENT - Day 2: so it seems the clinkers have a wicked sense of humour, after too many clinkers and not wanting any more "should i stop the clinker experiment?" Yellow clinker try again, yellow clinker try again, pink clinker no...................you win this time clinkers you sadistic sugary bundles of decision making. I seriously think if i have any more sugar I may go blind.
THE CLINKER EXPERIMENT - Day 3: possibly delirious from so much sugar, I've actually run out of clinkers today!! (I brought three packets of the bloody things on Monday, Allens I should get shares in your company for the free promotion and clinker consumption) The clinkers made me say yes to a guy and go out for a drink with him last night, yeah price was wrong on that one clinker!..............clearly your no good for dating advice, no wonder the unicorn needs to do a bloody paternity test, you set him up with a tramp and you set me up with one weird unit (says she that is doing a clinker experiment, pot pot come in this is kettle)
THE CLINKER EXPERIMENT - Day 4: clinkers made me stay up till 4am last night, OUCH! wasn't all bad, they made me swim today which turned out to be rad, outdoor pool, steam coming off it, cruisey 2km's, love that day time lady of leisureness! the clinkers also enabled me to relive childhood birthday parties by making me make chocolate crackles...cos that's what I need..., more freakin chocolate and another sugar high 4am finish..hello wreck, this is your train calling.
THE CLINKER EXPERIMENT - Day 5: How easy is doing your footy tips and dream team trades when you let the clinkers make the decisions. Barlow out Swan in, very happy with that clinkers.........I take back all those bad things I have been saying about you. I wonder if I can apply the clinker logic to the form guide for Flemington races tomorrow?
So after 5 days I decided I'd had enough clinker sugary goodness and ended the experiment - I asked the clinkers if i could first of course and they were kind enough to give me a green one. My conclusions from my non sensible social experiment are as follows:
* Yes life is that simple that you can let a chocolate coated bundle of sugar make your decisions for you and it has its upside, it lets you be devoid of all responsibility as you can claim the clinker defence "the clinkers made me do it". Works every time!
* The clinkers turned out to be eerily similar to my mother "clean your room" do this do that now do this, nag nag nag, all the while being a sweetie on the inside.
I highly recommend carrying a pack of clinkers around just in case you have one of those days where you cant make up your mind, why not let something else make the decision for you. Maybe not such a good idea if the decision you want to make is along the lines of does my bum look big in this or should i buy the next size up........clinkers aren't going to help you there honey.
So Sensible Kate is starting to loosen up, stand by for further pipes and more shenanigans.
Much love to my followers xx
SK
Friday, July 23, 2010
Here it begins, with a choice...........................................
So I have taken the leap of faith, that leap that more and more of my fellow disillusioned gen x'ers seem to be taking these days. I've turned my back on an unsatisfying job in search of a more fulfilling life. A mini midlife crisis perhaps? I hear the collective moan from you all right now - oh great another tree hugging feel good ray of sunshine that's going to preach to us how we should dance like no one is watching blah blah blah..........um, no! I'm not reborn, I just woke up one day and realised that I had a choice! I didn't have to spend every day going to a job that frustrated me more than channel 7's footy coverage (give it up Bruce, your past it captain obvious). So, I ingested one cup of cement, hardened up and I chose to be unemployed and happy, rather than having a job that sucked the life out of me. If it could have been a job that sucked the fat out of me instead like some kind of negative liposuction that would of been rad!!! But alas, it just sucked out my motivation and ability to be polite to morons. When you get to the point where you want to throw cats at happy people (Eleanor Abernathy style) you know its time to change your life.
So as a lady of leisure, it seems that I have more time on my hands to do those things that I have always wanted to do. And hey, what do you know! one of those things is to write a blog (because that's what this world needs right, another freakin blog). As a kid when asked the "what do you want to be when you grow up" question my answer was always a journalist. Whilst I got good England and can like write stories and stuff, that dream to be a journalist died when I realised that I would need to sell my soul and integrity (well if I was to work at the Herald Sun I would have to, maybe not so much anywhere else). That said there has always been the inner desire to write and it turns out its a family gene that's been passed down. Ive been told that I am a little wrong and since this is amusing to others, I should really share my wrongness with the world (In a way that would not involve my friends having to post bail). Idea - why not combine the two, my inner desire to write and my mayor of wrong town status? So here it begins, with Sensible Kate.
Sensible Kate, whats the story with that mole then?
I have been anointed Sensible Kate by my beloved friends. Sensible Kate always seems to be there. She is the voice of reason in a room full of the unreasonable. She is always pointing out that what your about to do may not be the best idea. She is the first one to give you the "I told you so look' when you go ahead and do said silly thing rather than listening and it goes pear shaped. My friends have a love hate relationship with Sensible Kate, they love the fact that she stops them from doing things that they may regret later on, but they also hate the fact that sometimes Sensible Kate means Kate isn't as much fun as she should be. Sensible Kate can really shit me sometimes too. Its like having your mother inside your head and every time that you go to do something a little crazy / reckless / fun you hear a voice saying "you shouldn't really do that". Ive tried drowning the bitch in alcohol, but it seems she can swim as well as a Bondi Surf Lifesaver.....hmmmmmmmm, Bondi Surf Lifesavers. The alcohol to sensible gradient means that as the intoxication increases, so to the alertness to the need for sensible, so Sensible Kate is optimized. Basically the drunker I am the more in control Sensible Kate seems to be, go figure?
So when I was pondering what to blog about, "gen y, that's whats wrong with the world today", "dodgy dates I've been on", "My quest to hug random ranga's", " My friends are weird and here's why" all came to mind, but they just didn't seem to be the right theme. I had my light bulb moment whilst underwater, swimming it seems enables me to think clearly. Now that I had made the choice to take back control of my life I was thinking about how I am only limited by my own imagination and that I could do what ever I wanted to do. I know I know quick turn it into a motivational poster (insert vomiting noise here) I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky.............chik chik boom R Kelly! Anyways, back to my thinking. I realised that now was the time in my life to take some risks and go out on a limb and that's when I started to think about Sensible Kate. Maybe, just maybe I need to be a little less sensible sometimes.
So fast forward to now and Ta daaaaaaaaaaaaa..........here we find the Sensible Kate Blog: My quest to be a little less sensible. Through this blog I am going to share with you my various attempts to be less Sensible Kate. Your suggestions on how I can be a little less sensible are certainly welcome, as are any "ask Sensible Kate" questions, I'm sure she will be happy to attempt to answer them.
Stay tuned for further pipes, things are going to be a little less sensible and a hell of alot more interesting (sorry mum)
SK.
So as a lady of leisure, it seems that I have more time on my hands to do those things that I have always wanted to do. And hey, what do you know! one of those things is to write a blog (because that's what this world needs right, another freakin blog). As a kid when asked the "what do you want to be when you grow up" question my answer was always a journalist. Whilst I got good England and can like write stories and stuff, that dream to be a journalist died when I realised that I would need to sell my soul and integrity (well if I was to work at the Herald Sun I would have to, maybe not so much anywhere else). That said there has always been the inner desire to write and it turns out its a family gene that's been passed down. Ive been told that I am a little wrong and since this is amusing to others, I should really share my wrongness with the world (In a way that would not involve my friends having to post bail). Idea - why not combine the two, my inner desire to write and my mayor of wrong town status? So here it begins, with Sensible Kate.
Sensible Kate, whats the story with that mole then?
I have been anointed Sensible Kate by my beloved friends. Sensible Kate always seems to be there. She is the voice of reason in a room full of the unreasonable. She is always pointing out that what your about to do may not be the best idea. She is the first one to give you the "I told you so look' when you go ahead and do said silly thing rather than listening and it goes pear shaped. My friends have a love hate relationship with Sensible Kate, they love the fact that she stops them from doing things that they may regret later on, but they also hate the fact that sometimes Sensible Kate means Kate isn't as much fun as she should be. Sensible Kate can really shit me sometimes too. Its like having your mother inside your head and every time that you go to do something a little crazy / reckless / fun you hear a voice saying "you shouldn't really do that". Ive tried drowning the bitch in alcohol, but it seems she can swim as well as a Bondi Surf Lifesaver.....hmmmmmmmm, Bondi Surf Lifesavers. The alcohol to sensible gradient means that as the intoxication increases, so to the alertness to the need for sensible, so Sensible Kate is optimized. Basically the drunker I am the more in control Sensible Kate seems to be, go figure?
So when I was pondering what to blog about, "gen y, that's whats wrong with the world today", "dodgy dates I've been on", "My quest to hug random ranga's", " My friends are weird and here's why" all came to mind, but they just didn't seem to be the right theme. I had my light bulb moment whilst underwater, swimming it seems enables me to think clearly. Now that I had made the choice to take back control of my life I was thinking about how I am only limited by my own imagination and that I could do what ever I wanted to do. I know I know quick turn it into a motivational poster (insert vomiting noise here) I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky.............chik chik boom R Kelly! Anyways, back to my thinking. I realised that now was the time in my life to take some risks and go out on a limb and that's when I started to think about Sensible Kate. Maybe, just maybe I need to be a little less sensible sometimes.
So fast forward to now and Ta daaaaaaaaaaaaa..........here we find the Sensible Kate Blog: My quest to be a little less sensible. Through this blog I am going to share with you my various attempts to be less Sensible Kate. Your suggestions on how I can be a little less sensible are certainly welcome, as are any "ask Sensible Kate" questions, I'm sure she will be happy to attempt to answer them.
Stay tuned for further pipes, things are going to be a little less sensible and a hell of alot more interesting (sorry mum)
SK.
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