This house is protected by killer dust bunnies...

Nothing much to say at present... life is good... am working hard at a job I love, even though it's insanely busy and I've brought work home to do this weekend. I'm getting out and about and making friends and consolidating existing friendships... talking and Frou Frou flirting with lovely boys and girls...who make me smile...

This weekend will be a combination of housework and work. I am not naturally domestic by nature, can think of much more exciting things I could be doing with my time than housework... but this place is now at the point that even I'm annoyed... it's not dirty, it's just not right... but my Mum's coming next weekend, it needs to be in a better state before she gets here, or eyebrows will be raised. So I will spend most of the weekend humming Sadie, the Cleaning lady under my breath as I do the sparkle and shine thing...

That would normally depress me, but I have found a routine that works for me. Set the cooking timer for 45 minutes, and do 45 minutes of housework... and then set the timer for 30 minutes and do something else... like read blogs, or quilt, or read or play with cats. Then repeat...

I know, I know if I just knuckled down I'd be able to get everything done earlier... but I can't work that way. Found this was the optimum way for me to study as well, if I didn't set timeframes I'd just procrastinate.

Am off to take Mum's dog to the vet, and then to catch up with some girls from work for some major retail therapy and then back to Mum's to transform me into a luscious blonde... catch you later.

Flirting with disaster...

I am a flirt, apparently!

Well, at the most recent Groove Train Gang dinner I was told I was a flirt, and when I denied it and looked around for support the gang all just laughed and said pleeeze...

What?

And then they proceeded to reel off a list of names of people I flirted with... some I agreed with, some I didn't. But it worried me, did I flirt so much, was I indiscriminate?

And then last week in a discussion with my boss, I mentioned that conversation and she said 'you are such a flirt!' with much eye-rolling. WHAT!

Had to check if I was inappropriate, and she said, no not at all, but you do flirt with people. And then went on to say I flirt just as much with the girls as I do with the guys.... I am so confused!!!! And this is why...

Roget's New Millennium™ Thesaurus, First Edition (v 1.3.1)
Main Entry: flirt
Part of Speech: noun
Definition: tease
Synonyms: coquette, cruiser*, gold digger, heartbreaker, operator*, philanderer, player, seducer, siren, swinger, tease, trap, trifler, vamp, vixen, wanton, wolf*, wolverine

Main Entry: flirt
Part of Speech: verb
Definition: tease
Synonyms: banter, chat up, come hither*, come on*, coquet, dally, dilly-dally, disport, eyeball*, fool, gam*, gold dig, hit on*, lead on, linger with, lollygag, monkey with, ogle, philander, pick up*, pitch*, play, proposition, sport, string along, tease, toy, trifle, vamp, wanton, wink at*, wolf-whistle
* = informal or slang

The only words above that I'm prepared to confess to are the verbs, banter and play... I can do the banter thing very well, and I'm very playful. I like people, they interest me, and I play the clown very well, so I can usually get people laughing and talking, but this is not flirting! Is it?

I've never chatted anyone up in my life, and as for being a vamp or a vixen... geez... I wish... there's a reason I dropped out of tap class the year they decided to do the sexy routine to Shaggy's That Girl... I couldn't vamp to save my life!

Speaking to Cheesegirl last week I mentioned that I'd been thinking about this a lot, and she said, we weren't saying it was a bad thing. So why is this making me feel so uncomfortable? Maybe I'm just concerned that I appear foolish?

I can flirt, I have flirted, but usually with people that flirt back! And with people I have absolutely no interest in... I am definitely not good at flirting with people that I am genuinely interested in... shudder... I alternate between being gauche and tongue-tied and stupid, or rude and sarcastic.

This is such a puzzlement...

Seriously, does she look flirty? She had a tiara briefly and elbow length gloves, but I wasn't happy with the shoes...flatties looked silly, and the strappy stilettos are just not me...these are the closest I got to Mary-Jane's. Of course, there is no way anyone would ever see that much of my leggage (my word for leg cleavage)... I'm a floaty skirt to my ankles girl.

I found this on Christine's site, Chicken-Scratch

You can make one of your own by going here
Wonder if there's a Mr Potato Head version... that would be more me!