7 Weird Things About me Meme – There are thongs and thongs

I’ve been tagged by Nina of The Alien Next Door with the “7 Weird Facts About me Meme”. She had been tagged by Mel at Monday Morning Power who had received her tag from Colin at Life. Colin had actually been tagged twice for the same meme, firstly by Lolli at So Cute Lovely Pixels and secondly by Joy at Ozlife Begins. And it is there that I will leave tracing back the genesis of this meme because It’s Australia Day and Joy is an Aussie.

So where to start with this one? I thought maybe the physical ought to dispose of a few weird facts.

1. I can’t bend the big toe on my right foot. When I was 10 years old I was out riding my bike and made the mistake of wearing thongs. Ha Ha! Just had a visual of what any Americans reading this post might be imagining so I better explain. In Australia thongs are footwear which I think you call flip flops. Anyway I had sweaty feet and my foot slipped off the pedal and got stuck dragging along the asphalt shredding my big toe down to the tendon. There wasn’t a lot of skin to stitch together so It grew back tight and I still can’t bend it.

Yes I know the picture is a bit gratuitous but I sorta figured it might boost traffic a little and I bet it got a few people wondering. But in the interests of balance and truth you can see I’ve included a picture of the real thing.

2. I used to get into trouble in the Police Academy for marching with bent arms when we were doing drill practice. Fact is though, that I have a congenital deformity in my elbows which means that the ball and socket don’t fit properly. Even fully straightened my arms have a bend of about 5-10 degrees.

3. I have 24 teeth in my mouth. For those who don’t know we are supposed to have 32. I had 4 removed to have braces put on my teeth and then 4 wisdom teeth taken out. Now you know why I may sound a bit thick at times.

4. I have kissed six women in my lifetime. Well actually three in adulthood, the others were during school days. Now that, if not weird, must be unusual for a bloke who has reached 50 years of age.

5. I am a qualified Palynologist. I think I’ve mentioned this a few times before but maybe before I actually had any readers. I’m not actually going to tell you what that is.

6. My favourite smell is petrichor. And to make it more interesting I’ll let you look that one up to.

7. I have this thing for weird words that start with “P”. But with a limited vocabulary you already know the extent of it.

Now I am going to tag some fellow Aussie bloggers given it is Australia Day, and I’m also going to pick out some people who I haven’t tagged before. So apologies to them if you don’t do memes or you think it may be another weird fact about me that I would tag relative strangers in the blogworld sense.

Magneto Bold Too

Elizabeth at Scarlet Words

Red at Sultana Blog

Joh at Joh Blogs Because I Can

Boneblower at Boneblowers World

Monkeybizness

Karen at Scraps of Mind

So if you do choose to participate folks the rules are you link back to me and then tag it forward to seven other people who may have some hidden weird facts worth knowing.

7 Weird Things About me Meme – There are thongs and thongs

I’ve been tagged by Nina of The Alien Next Door with the “7 Weird Facts About me Meme”. She had been tagged by Mel at Monday Morning Power who had received her tag from Colin at Life. Colin had actually been tagged twice for the same meme, firstly by Lolli at So Cute Lovely Pixels and secondly by Joy at Ozlife Begins. And it is there that I will leave tracing back the genesis of this meme because It’s Australia Day and Joy is an Aussie.

So where to start with this one? I thought maybe the physical ought to dispose of a few weird facts.

1. I can’t bend the big toe on my right foot. When I was 10 years old I was out riding my bike and made the mistake of wearing thongs. Ha Ha! Just had a visual of what any Americans reading this post might be imagining so I better explain. In Australia thongs are footwear which I think you call flip flops. Anyway I had sweaty feet and my foot slipped off the pedal and got stuck dragging along the asphalt shredding my big toe down to the tendon. There wasn’t a lot of skin to stitch together so It grew back tight and I still can’t bend it.

Yes I know the picture is a bit gratuitous but I sorta figured it might boost traffic a little and I bet it got a few people wondering. But in the interests of balance and truth you can see I’ve included a picture of the real thing.

2. I used to get into trouble in the Police Academy for marching with bent arms when we were doing drill practice. Fact is though, that I have a congenital deformity in my elbows which means that the ball and socket don’t fit properly. Even fully straightened my arms have a bend of about 5-10 degrees.

3. I have 24 teeth in my mouth. For those who don’t know we are supposed to have 32. I had 4 removed to have braces put on my teeth and then 4 wisdom teeth taken out. Now you know why I may sound a bit thick at times.

4. I have kissed six women in my lifetime. Well actually three in adulthood, the others were during school days. Now that, if not weird, must be unusual for a bloke who has reached 50 years of age.

5. I am a qualified Palynologist. I think I’ve mentioned this a few times before but maybe before I actually had any readers. I’m not actually going to tell you what that is.

6. My favourite smell is petrichor. And to make it more interesting I’ll let you look that one up to.

7. I have this thing for weird words that start with “P”. But with a limited vocabulary you already know the extent of it.

Now I am going to tag some fellow Aussie bloggers given it is Australia Day, and I’m also going to pick out some people who I haven’t tagged before. So apologies to them if you don’t do memes or you think it may be another weird fact about me that I would tag relative strangers in the blogworld sense.

Magneto Bold Too

Elizabeth at Scarlet Words

Red at Sultana Blog

Joh at Joh Blogs Because I Can

Boneblower at Boneblowers World

Monkeybizness

Karen at Scraps of Mind

So if you do choose to participate folks the rules are you link back to me and then tag it forward to seven other people who may have some hidden weird facts worth knowing.

7 Weird Things About me Meme – There are thongs and thongs

I’ve been tagged by Nina of The Alien Next Door with the “7 Weird Facts About me Meme”. She had been tagged by Mel at Monday Morning Power who had received her tag from Colin at Life. Colin had actually been tagged twice for the same meme, firstly by Lolli at So Cute Lovely Pixels and secondly by Joy at Ozlife Begins. And it is there that I will leave tracing back the genesis of this meme because It’s Australia Day and Joy is an Aussie.

So where to start with this one? I thought maybe the physical ought to dispose of a few weird facts.

1. I can’t bend the big toe on my right foot. When I was 10 years old I was out riding my bike and made the mistake of wearing thongs. Ha Ha! Just had a visual of what any Americans reading this post might be imagining so I better explain. In Australia thongs are footwear which I think you call flip flops. Anyway I had sweaty feet and my foot slipped off the pedal and got stuck dragging along the asphalt shredding my big toe down to the tendon. There wasn’t a lot of skin to stitch together so It grew back tight and I still can’t bend it.

Yes I know the picture is a bit gratuitous but I sorta figured it might boost traffic a little and I bet it got a few people wondering. But in the interests of balance and truth you can see I’ve included a picture of the real thing.

2. I used to get into trouble in the Police Academy for marching with bent arms when we were doing drill practice. Fact is though, that I have a congenital deformity in my elbows which means that the ball and socket don’t fit properly. Even fully straightened my arms have a bend of about 5-10 degrees.

3. I have 24 teeth in my mouth. For those who don’t know we are supposed to have 32. I had 4 removed to have braces put on my teeth and then 4 wisdom teeth taken out. Now you know why I may sound a bit thick at times.

4. I have kissed six women in my lifetime. Well actually three in adulthood, the others were during school days. Now that, if not weird, must be unusual for a bloke who has reached 50 years of age.

5. I am a qualified Palynologist. I think I’ve mentioned this a few times before but maybe before I actually had any readers. I’m not actually going to tell you what that is.

6. My favourite smell is petrichor. And to make it more interesting I’ll let you look that one up to.

7. I have this thing for weird words that start with “P”. But with a limited vocabulary you already know the extent of it.

Now I am going to tag some fellow Aussie bloggers given it is Australia Day, and I’m also going to pick out some people who I haven’t tagged before. So apologies to them if you don’t do memes or you think it may be another weird fact about me that I would tag relative strangers in the blogworld sense.

Magneto Bold Too

Elizabeth at Scarlet Words

Red at Sultana Blog

Joh at Joh Blogs Because I Can

Boneblower at Boneblowers World

Monkeybizness

Karen at Scraps of Mind

So if you do choose to participate folks the rules are you link back to me and then tag it forward to seven other people who may have some hidden weird facts worth knowing.

Quandaries and Rhetorical Questions

I took the decision when I started this blog that I would be visible, i.e. no false name, no stealth about who I was, just an attempt to be open and honest. But that also posed some dilemnas. Firstly, if it is obvious here who I am, can I truly afford to be totally honest? What may happen if people who know me or my kids find this and what possible impact might there be on them. So the only fair solution for them is to discuss some things here but not others.

And therein lies the quandary. Much has happened to me over my lifetime and much more over the past few years since midlife reared it’s ugly head. Things whch I have hidden from most people and which I have no desire to share with people I know -except for those I choose to share it with. So this blog is therefore sanitised. That doesn’t mean I can’t try and be honest about the things I do talk about. It just means that some of the doors I have spoken about in previous posts will remain locked to visitors to this blog.

I wrote today on Sunrays and Saturdays about the anti-social me and it got me thinking about what I could write further about that post here. I don’t want people to think I had a bad childhood because I didn’t, but what I have discovered in all of this analysis of my past is that I made decisions very early on in life about who I was going to be. They were not conscious decisions. I didn’t sit back and say that if I do this the consequence will be that, no kid will do that. Nonetheless the decisions were made and they did affect how I relate to other people.

So in midlife we sit back and ponder the wotifs – if this didn’t happen where would I be now, or if this did happen would I be a different person now. The answer of course is yes, but there is also no real point in knowing that because you cannot change the past. All you can do is look for context, sort through the rot and try and make sure that you may be a better person in the future.

At the end of the day, most of us do not honestly desire to hurt anyone but it is sometimes a very fine line in making a decision about whether or not to open doors and let people in or not. Sometimes opening or closing can end up hurting people so the challenge is to try and determine who you let in and who you keep out.

I can honestly say that there is really only one person who I have let in. I’ll leave it up to you to decide whether I am talking about myself or maybe someone else. And if I maybe one day find the courage to talk openly about what I only dare hint of now that answer may be revealed. Or maybe not.

Quandaries and Rhetorical Questions

I took the decision when I started this blog that I would be visible, i.e. no false name, no stealth about who I was, just an attempt to be open and honest. But that also posed some dilemnas. Firstly, if it is obvious here who I am, can I truly afford to be totally honest? What may happen if people who know me or my kids find this and what possible impact might there be on them. So the only fair solution for them is to discuss some things here but not others.

And therein lies the quandary. Much has happened to me over my lifetime and much more over the past few years since midlife reared it’s ugly head. Things whch I have hidden from most people and which I have no desire to share with people I know -except for those I choose to share it with. So this blog is therefore sanitised. That doesn’t mean I can’t try and be honest about the things I do talk about. It just means that some of the doors I have spoken about in previous posts will remain locked to visitors to this blog.

I wrote today on Sunrays and Saturdays about the anti-social me and it got me thinking about what I could write further about that post here. I don’t want people to think I had a bad childhood because I didn’t, but what I have discovered in all of this analysis of my past is that I made decisions very early on in life about who I was going to be. They were not conscious decisions. I didn’t sit back and say that if I do this the consequence will be that, no kid will do that. Nonetheless the decisions were made and they did affect how I relate to other people.

So in midlife we sit back and ponder the wotifs – if this didn’t happen where would I be now, or if this did happen would I be a different person now. The answer of course is yes, but there is also no real point in knowing that because you cannot change the past. All you can do is look for context, sort through the rot and try and make sure that you may be a better person in the future.

At the end of the day, most of us do not honestly desire to hurt anyone but it is sometimes a very fine line in making a decision about whether or not to open doors and let people in or not. Sometimes opening or closing can end up hurting people so the challenge is to try and determine who you let in and who you keep out.

I can honestly say that there is really only one person who I have let in. I’ll leave it up to you to decide whether I am talking about myself or maybe someone else. And if I maybe one day find the courage to talk openly about what I only dare hint of now that answer may be revealed. Or maybe not.

The Curse of the Loner


One of the things I’ve been pondering over the last few years is why I often seem to prefer my own company and if in doing that it makes me a loner. I am not naturally gregarious. In fact if I was writing a profile for a dating sight I’d probably put down that I’m better in small groups and prefer staying home to partying all night. That is in pretty stark contrast to both my sisters who are now and always have been social animals. So the question then is this – what was different in their environment to mine that made me so different in those terms to them.

Looking back there are a few things that stand out to me. Firstly, my only friend when I was a toddler and before I went to school was Anthony Hoogen who lived across the road from us. Like most of our adult neighbours we called his Mum and Dad Aunty and Uncle because that was the norm in those days. Anthony had a sister Frances who was my sister Karen’s age and I seem to remember that we were playing together a lot.

I have this vague memory of Anthony starting school so he must have been a bit older than me and some time in that year he and his family moved away from the neighbourhood. I can remember crying because he was my only friend at that stage and although Mum said we’d visit and keep seeing them the visits were few and far between. I think that we lost contact not long after that and I don’t really have any knowledge of what happened to the Hoogens after about the time I was seven of eight years old.

So that was one incident which coloured my upbringing, the other, which I have mentioned before, was my Dad’s drinking. That made me wary of having friends around and in fact once I got to school I was always reluctant to invite people over because I worried about whether Dad would come home drunk and if he did whether there would be a yelling and screaming match between him and Mum. Much safer in my eyes to simply avoid the possible embarrassment by not having people around.

So I learnt to entertain myself. My bedroom was my refuge, the place I could escape, and a haven where I could lose myself in books and comics and as I got older in listening to music. Of course I made friends, but I think I have always held back from making true deep connections with people.

When I worked in the year before going to university I didn’t socialise with my workmates, at University I have not retained any friendships, nor did I really pursue any during those times, even my 16 years in the police force has not lead to any lasting social friendships with people I see on a regular basis.

I do wonder if I exude a kind of aloofness that keeps people from connecting with me. There’s been a few instances this year when members of the senior basketball team and other committee members have gathered at someone’s place for a barbecue and I haven’t been invited. Maybe people are aware of the barriers I’ve erected and carried since I was five years old.

The Curse of the Loner


One of the things I’ve been pondering over the last few years is why I often seem to prefer my own company and if in doing that it makes me a loner. I am not naturally gregarious. In fact if I was writing a profile for a dating sight I’d probably put down that I’m better in small groups and prefer staying home to partying all night. That is in pretty stark contrast to both my sisters who are now and always have been social animals. So the question then is this – what was different in their environment to mine that made me so different in those terms to them.

Looking back there are a few things that stand out to me. Firstly, my only friend when I was a toddler and before I went to school was Anthony Hoogen who lived across the road from us. Like most of our adult neighbours we called his Mum and Dad Aunty and Uncle because that was the norm in those days. Anthony had a sister Frances who was my sister Karen’s age and I seem to remember that we were playing together a lot.

I have this vague memory of Anthony starting school so he must have been a bit older than me and some time in that year he and his family moved away from the neighbourhood. I can remember crying because he was my only friend at that stage and although Mum said we’d visit and keep seeing them the visits were few and far between. I think that we lost contact not long after that and I don’t really have any knowledge of what happened to the Hoogens after about the time I was seven of eight years old.

So that was one incident which coloured my upbringing, the other, which I have mentioned before, was my Dad’s drinking. That made me wary of having friends around and in fact once I got to school I was always reluctant to invite people over because I worried about whether Dad would come home drunk and if he did whether there would be a yelling and screaming match between him and Mum. Much safer in my eyes to simply avoid the possible embarrassment by not having people around.

So I learnt to entertain myself. My bedroom was my refuge, the place I could escape, and a haven where I could lose myself in books and comics and as I got older in listening to music. Of course I made friends, but I think I have always held back from making true deep connections with people.

When I worked in the year before going to university I didn’t socialise with my workmates, at University I have not retained any friendships, nor did I really pursue any during those times, even my 16 years in the police force has not lead to any lasting social friendships with people I see on a regular basis.

I do wonder if I exude a kind of aloofness that keeps people from connecting with me. There’s been a few instances this year when members of the senior basketball team and other committee members have gathered at someone’s place for a barbecue and I haven’t been invited. Maybe people are aware of the barriers I’ve erected and carried since I was five years old.

The Curse of the Loner


One of the things I’ve been pondering over the last few years is why I often seem to prefer my own company and if in doing that it makes me a loner. I am not naturally gregarious. In fact if I was writing a profile for a dating sight I’d probably put down that I’m better in small groups and prefer staying home to partying all night. That is in pretty stark contrast to both my sisters who are now and always have been social animals. So the question then is this – what was different in their environment to mine that made me so different in those terms to them.

Looking back there are a few things that stand out to me. Firstly, my only friend when I was a toddler and before I went to school was Anthony Hoogen who lived across the road from us. Like most of our adult neighbours we called his Mum and Dad Aunty and Uncle because that was the norm in those days. Anthony had a sister Frances who was my sister Karen’s age and I seem to remember that we were playing together a lot.

I have this vague memory of Anthony starting school so he must have been a bit older than me and some time in that year he and his family moved away from the neighbourhood. I can remember crying because he was my only friend at that stage and although Mum said we’d visit and keep seeing them the visits were few and far between. I think that we lost contact not long after that and I don’t really have any knowledge of what happened to the Hoogens after about the time I was seven of eight years old.

So that was one incident which coloured my upbringing, the other, which I have mentioned before, was my Dad’s drinking. That made me wary of having friends around and in fact once I got to school I was always reluctant to invite people over because I worried about whether Dad would come home drunk and if he did whether there would be a yelling and screaming match between him and Mum. Much safer in my eyes to simply avoid the possible embarrassment by not having people around.

So I learnt to entertain myself. My bedroom was my refuge, the place I could escape, and a haven where I could lose myself in books and comics and as I got older in listening to music. Of course I made friends, but I think I have always held back from making true deep connections with people.

When I worked in the year before going to university I didn’t socialise with my workmates, at University I have not retained any friendships, nor did I really pursue any during those times, even my 16 years in the police force has not lead to any lasting social friendships with people I see on a regular basis.

I do wonder if I exude a kind of aloofness that keeps people from connecting with me. There’s been a few instances this year when members of the senior basketball team and other committee members have gathered at someone’s place for a barbecue and I haven’t been invited. Maybe people are aware of the barriers I’ve erected and carried since I was five years old.