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    • I Deserve More Credit

      • so cliché

        Me!

        Because I am awesome and don't always realise it. Worse - I don't let others realise it either.

        The truth is that I am fabulous and it's time to acknowledge that fact and be proud of it!

        My Christmas wish is that you all do the same.

      • answered by mymandorla on 12/23/2010
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    • Squeak-Bang

      • Ground Floor Room 1

        She wasn't my roommate. It's also not a 'bad' story, just makes me laugh.

        We lived in a duplex and each rented half of the house. My side was the flat - much smaller but functional enough for one. I had a large bedroom, small lounge room, separate bathroom and kitchen all to myself. The house was on top of a hill, it was freezing for half of the year with no heating (electric only) but it was mine and it felt like heaven.

        I knew exactly when she moved in. The squeaking and banging coming from the kitchen alerted me to a lovemaking session on the other side of the wall. It was repeated later that day. And later that night...

        I always knew when her boyfriend was visiting. Squeak-bang, sqeak-bang, squeak-bang on the kitchen wall. Sometimes I'd get a fright when I came home and it sounded like there was someone in my kitchen.

        The funny thing was that the owner had actually SOUNDPROOFED the house/shared walls before the new tenant moved in. When the trady was there, we'd experimented with radios and thumping the walls etc. to test the sounds. The walls truly were paperthin previously but the last tenant was never home so it was never a problem.

        Unfortunately, the floorboards went all the way through both sides of the house and the separating walls had gaps at the joins. But the owner was trying to help and nice - she'd also insulated the roof at my request and even got it done before winter hit (also, it improved the place and she could put the rent up!).

        I saw my old neighbour in the supermarket recently. On the way home I burst out laughing at the year I spent sharing the walls. Squeak-bang squeak-bang squeak-bang... night and day whenever her boyfriend was in town.

        It never lasted for more than 20 mins and always made me chuckle but I did feel awkward using the kitchen while they were at it. I sometimes played music to try to block out the noise, and wondered if they even noticed the sound of me chopping onions... washing dishes... laughing!

        I also had a boyfriend during this time. He stayed over about three nights a week. My bed was not against any shared walls, did not squeak or make any loud noises but I bet my neighbour knew a lot about my love-life and life in general. She could hear me playing music, singing, cooking; everyday living noises.

        In return, I heard her practising violin, singing, vacuuming and lots of her general living noises. We never became friends (my boyfriend at that time parked in front of her half of the house and seemed to try to piss her off) but we are on speaking terms.

        And I will always remember squeak-bang squeak-bang squeak bang... and smile :)

      • answered by mymandorla on 11/29/2010
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    • Pet Spiders

      • Huntsman

        You find a big spider in your bedroom. Your next move is to...

        ... determine if it's a Huntsman (they are the biggest I would find regularly). If so, I coax it out into another room with a broom or similar object, all the while talking to it. I let Miss/Mister Huntsman know that they are allowed in the house if they stay out of the bedroom and preferably up high and visible. If they hide in places that scare me or jump on the bed they will be relocated - if I get bitten or jumped on I am no longer responsible for my actions. On some days I would catch it in a large jar and take it outside. Sometimes I take photos of them or leave a window open for them to let themselves out. It ALWAYS works - my spiders are house-trained!!

        If it's a Daddy-Long-Legs or Black Window Spider, I leave them alone.

        If it's a Funnel Web, I panic!

      • answered by mymandorla on 11/07/2010
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    • My 5 Worst Vices

      • Chocolate
        It's a food group, isn't it?


        Internet
        Social networking, socialising, playing, procrastination, er, addiction?


        Tea
        I live off hot drinks in a way which makes me suspect it's not a healthy habit.


        Daydreaming
        To the extent I'm not sure which reality I'm living in.


        Self-doubt
        Gets me out of doing a lot of things I'm afraid of.


      • answered by mymandorla on 11/04/2010
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    • Food For Thought: A 100 word story with no 'E'

      • Burned

        It was horrid; a crusty black blob. And what an odour! My first cooking trial was a laughing-stock. I wasn't laughing, though. I had no food to put in my tummy and I was hungry - practically starving! What was I to do?

        I had a cunning thought - I would allow my imagination to nourish my body.

        'Mmm, tasty tidbits and all I could possibly want. Armfuls of luscious aromatic fruits. Food, glorious food wafting through my mind.'

        I bit down hard into... my lip. Ouch! Stupid fantasy. And darn, I was still hungry!

        Aha! I thought of a solution!

        "Muuuuuuuum, can you fix my lunch!?"

      • answered by mymandorla on 10/17/2010
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