A Lovely Ladies Lunch

 

IMG_6799It was a beautiful day in sunny Sydney today.  So, I decided that work could wait until later in the day

Today’s DID was venturing into the city for a lovely ladies lunch and a leisurely walk around Darling Harbour with a Canuck friend I’ve seen too little of in recent months.

Thanks, Dawn for indulging me and for a great visit!

It was a fabulous way to spend a few hours.

And, the added benefit was that I met my step goal along the way!

 

 

I Can’t Do A Handstand

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I was at a loss for today’s DID.

I tried going all day without checking Facebook, I lasted two hours.

I tried going all day without watching TV, I gave in and watched two episodes of Suits before bed.

I tried doing a handstand… utterly hopeless.

I thought I might skip dinner until I realised that I had skipped lunch.

So, I ended up with one of the lamest DIDs yet – I had breakfast for dinner.

Yep, dinner was cereal – yummy mixed fruit granola with coconut flakes.

I’ll do better tomorrow.

And, I don’t mean having dinner for breakfast!

But I may try the handstand thing again when there’s someone around to catch me!

 

 

Three Guys, Two-Up, and One Happy Lady!

Finally, after spending nine Anzac days here in Australia, I finally played the traditional Australian gambling game of Two-Up that was created by Aussie diggers so many years ago.

It’s only legal to play here one day each year. That day is Anzac Day – today.  So, among the commemorations, the marches, the sunrise services, the bagpipes, the beer drinking, the storytelling, the medal wearing and the honouring of heroes here and gone,  many an RSL club will have a spirited game of two-up going on throughout the day.

I joined three friends already celebrating at the ‘Northies Club’ and tried my hand at Two-Up. Craig was wonderful in explaining how it was played. The other three of us were Canadian and hadn’t played before. So, after some basics, I put up my hand to be the spinner, grabbed the kip, and tossed the coins in the air a few times.  I also placed a few side bets and think I ended up +$10. So, in joining Mark, Damin, and Craig, I got my chance to enjoy my inaugural Two-Up experience and some great company at the same time. Chris was out of town, but both he and I agreed that I wasn’t going to sit this holiday out.

Given my commitment to doing things differently, I was hoping that I wasn’t waiting another year to give this Aussie tradition a go, so thanks, guys for helping make Two-Up my DID of the day.

I also spent a few hours watching the Anzac Day March in the CBD on my own, or as on your own as you can be surrounded by thousands of others showing their support for Australia and the men and women who have defended, fought for, and even lost their lives in support of their great nation.

I am always moved by the show of solidarity among those out today. I am moved by the emotion still raw on the faces of ex-army, navy, air force men and women as they march decades later. I am inspired by the throes of young people who have taken up the call of defending our nation and for this great country and I remain hopeful that battles like those being remembered today will not be repeated. And that war will eventually become a thing of the past.

Here’s a very Aussie explanation of the rules of Two-Up…

I Like Being Ignored, Even Less Than I Like Being Fleeced

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Today’s DID was overdue, but it was also very difficult for me to do, or, to not do, as is the case.

Today I put an end to my recent behaviour toward an ex-client that operates in the #recruitment space, specifically, hiring for #digitaljobs

As many of you know, I was stiffed by this client who I had worked very hard for and who I thought had a solid brand proposition and could really make a difference in an industry that is ripe for change. I provided strong strategy, industry guidance, compelling content, and great ideas and plans for a strong future where I thought we’d create strong growth together.

But, that didn’t happen.

I really don’t take well to behaviour that, in my eyes, is equal to stealing. And, I certainly don’t take well to getting no explanation for it and being treated so disrespectfully.

I may have acted differently if the guy.. hmmm let’s call him, Michael, had said, you know I’m having some financial difficulty, I won’t be able to pay you until… or if he said, I’ll pay the oldest invoice and it might be a while until I can pay the next one, or …. I’m having a tough time, my life has gone to ratshit,  can you give me a few months to get back on my feet.. or… I don’t know, offer some reason, any reason, some form of communication rather than dead silence around why he’s breaking our contract and not paying me what he owes me, let alone not going forward with what was supposed to be a much longer engagement.

I know this happens in business and ya, there may be stuff going on with him that I’m not privy to.

But, this whole situation got me quite pissed. I did good, no, great work for him, I did more than was asked, stuck by him when others didn’t, even paid for a flight to #CoffsHarbour for a face to face meeting to get the work in the first place, and this is the kind of treatment I get.

I realised months ago that I’ll probably never see the money, so I thought to myself, if I’m not going to get the money, maybe I’ll indulge myself in some small sadistic pleasure (not a side of me I’m proud of) and annoy the fuck out of him in the hopes that he’ll pay, just to get some peace.

So for a few weeks, now, possibly months, I’ve been texting, calling, tweeting, calling, emailing, texting, calling, tweeting, asking him to pay the two invoices that are outstanding.

No explanations, but I did receive threats from him, which only fuelled the fire. He threatened legal action against me for “harassment”, that was rich, but I told him that there was a very easy, very simple way to stop what he referred to as “harassment” and that was to do what he should have done in the first place…. PAY ME!

Apparently, I’m not the only one that, hmmm…. let’s call him as Mr Cant (yep, should have been my first clue!) isn’t paying – I’ve learned that he’s stiffed other suppliers and staff as well.

Yep, a real class act. NOT!

But for today’s DID, I have stopped the communication to him. I hope those others who have launched legal proceedings against him, get their due. I have resigned myself to the fact that I won’t and I’ll have to just write it off.

But, no more energy can be spent on this. I tried and when I lost, at least I had a bit of fun trying to regain what was rightfully mine.

But that’s over. Only positive thoughts from now on. I will continue to provide, even over-provide for clients because that’s what I do.

And, no matter how hard it might be sometimes, I will find a way to pay my bills because that’s just the kind of person I am.

If you’re not that way too, I certainly don’t want to do business with you.

 

 

A Bad Ass Biker Chick!

ba.JPGToday Chris gave me the “tingly in the pants feeling”!

But not how you might think.

I’ve always been leery of motorcycles. In fact, I saw three of my high school classmates die as a result of motorcycle accidents – the sweetest of whom was Brian Jennings, my homeroom buddy from TCI.

So, when Chris got his first bike (scooter), I was a tad concerned. He rode that for a while and then got a new, more powerful bike, a Honda NC700 Integra, which he is still really enjoying.

Up until today, I had been on the bike a total of twice for two tiny, short trips around the neighbourhood. He’s asked a bunch more times, but I haven’t been game.

For today’s DID I said yes and went for my first serious ride with him. It delivered thrills, chills, angst, pride, enjoyment, and,  under acceleration, yes, that “tingly in the pants” feeling.

Feel the fear and do it anyway“, would be how I would sum up today’s DID.  I was scared. I have no problem admitting that. But, I know how good a driver and rider Chris is and I had to trust that he’d keep us safe.

There were moments when my heart was ready to pound through my chest, but after a while, I relaxed a bit and took in the views and started really enjoying the ride. We got up to speeds of 60km, 80km and even up to almost 110km per hour and I held on in spite of the fear. We even experienced a bit of rain for an added challenge.

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What was originally going to be an hour or less on the bike ended up being two. We cruised to and through the gorgeous Royal National Park We stopped and took a walk around the park to stretch our legs and snapped up the chance to take some photos of its natural splendour.

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After that, we only had to stop once for hip cramping.

My DID today was being a brave bad-ass biker chick. And I feel better for having conquered what I’ll admit has almost been a lifelong fear.

Yep, “Feel the fear and do it anyway.” Might be a good mantra for life!

Banish The Tuck Shop Lady Arms!

I look at them every day.

But, I can’t remember the last time I touched them.

Today I changed that.

I looked in the mirror yesterday nd was ashamed of the obvious state of what my friend Amy refers to as  “Tuck shop lady arms”.  (I’ll spare you the photo!)

This must change.

So for today’s DID, I started the first of what I hope to be a daily series of arm workouts with my trusty dumbells that I’ve had for over two decades.

A simple Google search on TSLA turned up some other great exercises to help combat them, so I’m going to add them to the mix too!

So, whether you call them “nanna flaps”, “bingo wings”, or “tuck shop lady arms”, they’ve gotta go. They can come back when I’m 80 but they have no place here yet!