It never ceases to amaze me that as a tax-paying member of the public, I can walk into my local library and they let me take stuff home. Cool stuff. Not just books either! How trusting!
Lately, due to lack of funds, I've stopped buying myself my usual treat of magazines. I am also, as you may know, partial to the occasional cookbook. And guess what? I've recently realised I can get both these things from the library!
I know, duh. Should have known this already, and I guess I kind of vaguely did, but I was always so busy fluttering around looking at books, I never really thought about the other great items libraries will lend you.
I now get mags, cookbooks, CDs AND books and enjoy them for a whole MONTH. At my leisure. For free.
And what is great to see, every time I'm at my local library, there are heaps of people there. It is not a quiet place where the librarian shushs you when you talk.
Nope, it's a loud place. The chatter of families as they choose their young ones books together. Teenagers lounge about discussing manga and the latest John Green book. The click of keyboards never stops as people browse the catalogue, or the internet.
I just love it.
Do you go to the library? Do you get the maximum amount of items?
On Friday night, as I sat in the passenger seat of my car, husband driving beside me, I turned to him and asked "Do you think I should make more of an effort?".
It was one of those random thoughts, the ones that strike you in the middle of doing something and are usually a good sign your brain is trying to tell you something.
He glanced at me, and without missing a beat, said "No". Bless him, he always says I look good, even when the Hair Frizz Level is at 10.
I looked down at myself, considering that I had chosen to go to the pizza shop wearing my pajamas with no bra. "I do think that I do, sometimes".
How did I come to this? The me of 10 years ago would have been HORRIFIED at even the thought of leaving the house in sleepwear, let alone without some brestical support. But now, I don't think twice about wearing my dressing gown in the McDonald's Drive-Thru (emergency McFlurry runs only) or my PJs to the 7-11. I do draw the line at getting out though. I make hubby go in.
I have never been one of those high maintenance women. I remarked this to my partner who immediately started singing Toby Keith's "High Maintenance Woman (Don't Want No Maintenance Man)". It's true though. I just find the upkeep of being a woman, though nice to do sometimes (eg. for my wedding day) to be too exhausting to contemplate in everyday life.
I see other women going for their monthly hairdressing appointments, nail salon visits, having manis and pedis, waxing, blow-outs, skin treatments, facials and the like and not only do I wonder at the amount of money it all costs, I just can't see myself as wanting to devote that much time to my body.
I'm struck by the sudden self-sabotaging thought that this, perhaps, is why I sometimes step out of the house looking like a sack of potatoes tied in the middle.
"You're married, you've let yourself go..." jokes hubby, with sly side-eye to see if he's pushed the right button of indignation. I refuse to rise to the bait.
"Perhaps I have. But then again, I was never really that much of a Glamazon to start with, my love."
Do you spend Jersey Shore-like amounts of time doing these beauty maintenance things? Does it make you happy or annoyed?
There's a lot of crap on YouTube. But there's a lot of good stuff too. Which is why I'm recommending The Good Stuff.
What is it? It's basically a bunch of guys that like to make videos about things. Interesting things, cool things, scary things, amazing things. Each playlist has a theme, such as Time, Recycling or the Senses. It also doesn't hurt that one of the members is one of my favourite YouTubers, WheezyWaiter!
Watch the below to see what they're all about.
And here are two of my fave vids they've done - one about what it's like to be blind, the other about a Halloween Haunted House.
I'm not sure when it all started. Somewhere around the time I started following @mamamiaspoilers (so I couldn't have to actually follow or read their site) and Buzzfeed coming to prominence, Internet article headlines got unbearably enticing. And I really dislike it.
Reason 1: Over-sensationalism. The subject of the article itself is often way less interesting than the headline. Its pretty easy to spot by anyone who uses the web nowadays, but when this technique is starting to be used by traditional media outlets like newspapers, we've reached a tipping point.
Reason 2: Obviousness. By now, I should be completely immune to the power of the sensational headline, because its so very obvious its been carefully crafted to make you want to click. And yet...
Reason 3: Irresistability. Sometimes I still click. And mostly hate myself for it.
Reason 4: Lost Legitimacy. When a worthy and informative article is whored out with a bait-y title, it makes me cry inside.
Reason 5: Laziness. If an article sounds like it will be a quick way to get up to date on the latest scandal with a list, we time-poor folk will love it.
Why it works:
BECAUSE WE'RE ALL CURIOUS CREATURES. It's like being told not to push the big red button. You know you shouldn't but you still want to. A lot. So you eventually do.
And as long as we do, websites will keep on doing it. Even the ones you used to trust to bring you the REAL news.
What do you think of the whole trend toward "clickability"?
This morning it was the Guide Dogs. AND THE GUIDE DOG PUPPIES WERE THERE JUST SITTING AND BEING SO CUTE AND OBEDIENT. People were throwing money.
On Fridays, it’s always the Salvos – both at my local train station and where I get off.
Other times it’s World Vision, Unicef, Doctors Without Borders. Amnesty. RSPCA. WWF. The Starlight Foundation, Red Cross or a local radio station hospital appeal.
On ANZAC Day and Remembrance Day it’s the treat of Defense Force guys in uniform (woot woot!).
And then there’s the special charity days. Bandana Day. Daffodil Day. Pajama Day. Pink Ribbon Day. White Ribbon Day. Teal Ribbon Day. Red Nose Day. World’s Greatest Shave. Cupcake Day (personal favourite because it involves food).
And so we come to the fundraising MONTHS. Febfast. Dry July. Octsober. Movember...
Online, on TV and on the radio, other charities are jostling for my attention via ads and social media. There are wonderful, worthy causes to support such as Buy A Bale to help our struggling farmers (which I really, really which I could give to!).
I’m not saying these charities and fundraising activities are bad or annoying things. They are not. They are great things.
My problem is I can’t give money to them all. I often don’t have money to buy myself a Coke, let alone throw a few bucks in the tin.
And so I don’t give money to any of them. I’m sorry. I intend to give when I have some to spare, but for now, I will continue to suppress my irritation at always, every single day, having someone with their hand out to me, asking for a donation. Because where else are they going to get it, if not from the public?
Do you give to charities? Do you give when asked or prefer to do it privately?
Yesterday afternoon two very loud youths got into my train carriage. They weren't really misbehaving in any way, just being quite boisterous and talking at a high volume. I got the irrits. Thought about how rude they were and didn't their parents teach them any manners? Them I realised what a fuddy-duddy I was.
Yep, definitely getting old..er.
Here's a few more warning signs of those of us of advancing years:
- you carry a cardigan with you wherever you go. Even in summer.
- you no longer listen to commercial radio. ABC all the way, baby.
- music videos shock you.
- you have opinions about stuff like politics, economics and foreign policy.
- you walk right past any clothes store playing loud music.
- shoes are chosen for comfort, rather than aesthetic value.
- you mute the ads on the tv. Just like grandpa used to.
But it's not all bad. In fact, I rather like the older me. I've learned stuff. I'm more confident in who I am, and what I believe. But I still keep a spare cardigan AND an umbrella in the car.
Hi, I'm Sarah! I'm 33 and searching for my passion.
Until then, I slog away in a cubicle working full-time and focus on enjoying my downtime with things like TV (my old friend), movies, twitter, (trying to) cook, reading and hanging out with my hubby. My head is turned by things like vintage homewares, stationery, chocolate and scrapbooking. I blog about whatever takes my fancy.