Fifty shades of….Fun.

We’re not talking EL James here, but rather two little books ink the same vein as those tiny little books full of wise words and inspiration. All in good fun and maybe food for thought.

Fifty Shades of Green with envy – let go and embrace life
and Fifty Shades of Grey (hair) – older, wiser but greyer.
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Here’s a few little gems from both…

resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die, Carrie Fisher.

There are many roads to hate, but envy is the shortest of them all.

envy is the art of counting the other fellow’s blessings instead of your own

Grey hair is God’s grafiti, Bill Cosby

Middle age is when your classmates are so grey, wrinkled and bald they don’t recognise you.

I think that the most important thing a woman can have – next to talent – is her hairdresser, Joan Crawford

Have a great week,
Jen :-)

The Blogging Conversation.

The conversation that is blogging. The conversation between you and one, or one hundred. Would you ignore people face to face? So why do you ignore people online?

Think about it this way.
You’re in the middle of the room, surrounded by people, some you know, some you don’t. You’re telling a story, showing photos, a video, singing… whatever it is you do. When it’s ended you either get crickets, or applause. And then come the questions and comments. What do you do now?
Would you ignore people who have just spoken to you, or reply with a smile, thanks or shake their hand?
You may end up with a huge crowd and spend a long time listening – as they tell you their story that was like yours, show their own pictures or do their imitation of you. It may take a awhile, but would you ignore these folks who have taken the time to comment or reply to them. Do you feel good doing that?

A smile is easy, and makes the commenter feel worthy, appreciated. A reply as necessary, or even just a thanks, makes you look more approachable. More likely to have repeat custom. And we all want that, right?

So when we are blogging, no matter what we have to say, when others take the time to comment, it is basic manners to reply in some way. Maybe not every time, but enough to show that yes, they are appreciated, and you are happy they came along to check out your world.
Would you slam the door on someone who just wanted to say hello. Or tell you they liked something you wrote or took a picture of, so why do you not write at a minimum, a couple of words of thanks.
At the very least a smiley :-D

I have not gone back into the rooms of several bloggers for this very reason. I don’t always comment on blogs but when I do I like some kind of response that shows 1) you have read my comment and 2) appreciate my time and/or comment. This makes me feel welcome to come back, to share parts of your world.
I have asked several bloggers about this very incident, and barely got a response. Except to say how busy they are and they get so many comments it’s hard to keep up. I get that, but not bothering at all to acknowledge is quite rude. As in, not responding to anyone. Or maybe 1 out of 20.
Sure it’s your blog, your rules, but we’re talking basic manners, etiquette here. Nothing that hard or complicated.
Kind of like that conversation the hall, and then when you’re finished just walking out and leaving people to talk among themselves. I’m so busy I don’t have time to talk to you but I find time to trawl the internet and write blogs. Yeah real nice, blogger, real nice.

Getting Freshly Pressed I can understand the influx of commenters to reply to, but as I’ve seen, there has been the general post-FP post thanking everyone and saying they’ll be trundling through comments as they can.

Personally, with my blogs. I get busy but provided I have written something I always make time to get back and respond. And give the benefit of the doubt to others if they take a while to respond.

Now, do I get crickets or applause..?

Birthday Morning Tea.

I was hoping to arrive home over full from the Morning Tea mum organised at Villa Howden for a group of six of us. Well that is not going to happen. I will post up a collection of photos, the place is still elegant and looks beautiful.
Today’s service was neither beautiful nor elegant. They stuffed up big time.
Mum had been in to see them earlier in there week to arrange the food – which was to include savouries as well as sweets, like of high tea in the morning – and we were to bring the cake for her birthday.
First up, it hadn’t been noted we were going to be in the sitting room rather than at the tables in the dining room.
Tea and coffees ordered, and while we waited two plates of Devonshire tea (scones with jam & cream) were brought out. Must say, the scones were delicious, and the cream, thick and King Island like. (For those who don’t know kind island cream, it is the best super thick cream, perfect for scones and the like, go google it if you want).
And then nothing.
Oh, unless you count housekeeping and the vacuum. The room we were in had a half balcony above, which is where she was, and it was really distracting. And disprespeful. And why couldn’t they have done it before they opened. This was 11.30. Then she decided to vacuum the foyer. Right next to us. One of the ladies went and asked her to stop, and while apologetic, it didn’t seem to sink in how wrong it was.
And then. No more food. Mum went to investigate and was told it hadn’t been written in the book. Mum had dealt with the manager initially. Not happy Jan. (See here)

I think that’s enough of that. Let’s have a look at some pretty pictures.

Home renovations, week 7

And so the floor has gone in, and the walls get higher.

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It’s getting there and looking really good. And so big.
Have a good week :-)
Jen

Sunday Baking

What started as Food Friday, and then a vague attempt at Saturday, became Sunday Bake day. And all done in the morning before I went on a very successful retail therapy session with a friend in the afternoon. (Enter 3 scarves, I lurve scarves!, 3 tops & jacket for the wedding).
I blame the end of daylight saving for my productivity, as I almost didn’t couldn’t be bothered when I saw the clock said 8am this morning. Then I remembered it was actually 7 (thank you phone!) and I was re-vitalised. So into the shower and coffee machine on and I was busy busy… and more busy.
I made a chocolate slice with pink icing and marshmallows – Thanks mr 10, white choc chip biscuits (minus the nuts, add extra choc chips) and a choc peppermint slice which is actually choc vanilla slice due to no peppermint essence – again, Thanks mr 10 for choosing this one. Then as I was making quiche my sister rang to say she was visiting mum and dad with her kids and could I pop over. Of course. Shoot, panic stations. Well, this is what we have teenage kids for – they hung the washing and turned off the oven in time – pity they didn’t choose to do the dishes. Ah, but they have to wipe and put it all away now though.
And because it’s mum’s birthday tomorrow, there was cake!

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