Category Archives: My Opinion

How accurate are Horoscopes?

I am undecided on the truth that horoscopes and astrology may contain. Are we too desperate to see similarities between ourselves just because we have close birth-dates? Are we placing too much faith in our temperaments and behaviours simply because of the alignments of the planets at the moment of our birth?

I think I am more inclined to see truth in horoscopes than I am in the Bible. I think it is possible that there is more truth and science in horoscopes than there is truth and accurate history in the Bible. This does not mean that I am against the Christian faiths (or any faiths for that matter), but it’s hard to believe that the stories that were passed down by word of mouth for generations were completely remembered. Could have been some ‘Chinese Whispers’ going on. And there were apparently some incredible number of gospels that were written and only 4 were chosen. Seems a bit selective, doesn’t it? I’ve heard that there was a gospel of Mary Magdalene.

But what is faith? How do we decide what to believe? I know that I believe what I do because of my family upbringing and the schools that I attended. I guess we don’t really choose, not initially anyhow. It’s all handed down, just like the bible was all those years ago.

But getting back to horoscopes. I always liked Weird Al’s song about horoscopes. I think he showed some real insight with his psychic talent. Could really see what was coming, you know?

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Bride and Grooming

Why are people so obsessed with changing the way that they look? I stumbled across this program this afternoon on the Lifestyle You channel and I really hope that this is the exception rather than the norm.

Bride and Grooming: The ultimate wedding makeover show which takes couples who are about to get married and dramatically transforms them over four weeks into the bride and groom they only ever dreamt of being. The twist?

I don’t know about you, but the only bride that I ever dreamt of being was the happy one marrying my husband. And with all of the make-up, fancy hair, false nails and beautiful dress, I almost felt as though I was someone else anyway.

On today’s program, the bride had a nose job, a boob job, and her top lip plumped. The groom had a pec implant, veneers in place of his top teeth, and a nose job. I wonder if they still felt as though they were marrying the same person.

I know that people look at their wedding day as the most important day of their lives, and I agree, it is important and should be memorable. But for the right reasons. I remember my wedding day very fondly as it was the day that we made a commitment to share the rest of our lives together. I remember the fun that we had as we celebrated our love for each other with close friends and family. I don’t remember my wedding day because of the money that was spent or how much effort we put into looking good for that one day. I just remember the elation, and the relief that the months of planning and organisation had been a success, and that our guests had enjoyed it as much as we had.

I also don’t remember thinking that I didn’t look good enough for my husband or that I should have looked ‘better’ on my wedding day. I look how I look, this is me, and the way that I have been made. Why would I want to change that for my wedding day or any day? And I know that a nose job is not a very big deal anymore, nor is a boob job either, come to think of it. But why are people so keen to tweak and modify themselves? What is this big obsession with perfection? In a few generations time, are we all going to be identical barbie dolls because it is the socially acceptable thing to do?

So would you (or your partner) consider plastic surgery before your big day? Do you think that your day (and life) would be better because of it?

My thoughts on today’s media

Regardless of the reason for Matthew Newton’s alleged abuse of Rachael Taylor, be it drugs, alcohol, mental health issues or he’s just a prick, how many cases of domestic abuse are there daily that are not reported and that no action is taken?? There are so many women (and men) out there who suffer constant abuse at the hands of their partner and are unable to do anything to stop it. There are people living in fear of their partner coming home. There are people who fear for not only their own life and safety, but also that of their children. There are children that witness their parents fighting, being physically violent towards each other and being verbally abusive.

It is unfortunate for Bert and Patti as they seem to be wonderful people and have tried to do everything possible to help Matthew. But they are not the only parents who have faced this horror. I admire them both for speaking publicly on ACA tonight and I hope it helps other families to realise that they are not the only ones facing problems with domestic violence, depression and drug and alcohol abuse. If Matthew Newton can turn his life around, then surely there is hope for many other people.

MacJournal

So I’ve been using MacJournal for a while now, but mostly as a word processor for when I am doing job applications. I really like the full screen option so that I can block out all of my distractions. I still really need to learn to focus but, my mind is in so many different places at once. Especially when I am trying to get something done. Like a job application. Like what I should be doing now. Anyway.

I wrote my last post (the Ron Mueck one) in MacJournal and then tried to upload it but it didn’t work, it just kept closing MacJournal. I figured that I should try a post that didn’t have any pictures in it to see if that made a difference. Luckily when it crashed the other day it didn’t lose any of my data. I just copied and pasted and then added the photos in like normal.

I like the idea of a desktop based blogging software. I figure that if I manage to get a Macbook before our big holiday next year I would like to be able to blog everyday, even though there won’t be internet access all of the time. I can upload what I have to the net when we do get to somewhere with service. And I must admit that WordPress online shits me sometimes. It’s so slow to load sometimes that I’ve forgotten what I want to say before the page has loaded.  And I should probably use it a bit more and be a bit more familiar with it.

So let’s see if this post will upload. Fingers crossed! Or I may have to go shopping for some new software!

You don’t realise how much you use things until you can’t…

I’ve never been much of a car person.  There, I’ve said it.  Yes I have drooled over certain makes and models from time to time, and researched the options and planned what I would buy when I won Lotto or that Endeavour Prize Home that I bought some tickets in.  But I’m certainly not a car nut.  I was 20 before I went for my license.  My first and only car that I have ever owned was a 1975 Toyota Corolla, named Lenore.  She was brown.  Not a nice brown either.  But I did love my car because she was mine and I knew what she could do and how to handle her.  But ‘Nore only went to work and back, and hardly ever anywhere on the weekends.  We would drive her to the pub or a party and leave her there to collect the next day every now and again.  But she never really got to go anywhere.

So last June I decided that I wanted a bike (I’d actually decided a long time before that but by June I’d started the wheels in motion – pun intended).  By July I was riding to work every day, and by August Lenore had decided that she no longer had any time for me as I didn’t have any time for her.  Regular driving had kept her going, it seemed.  The radiator finally fizzled and I was stuck with two wheels to get anywhere, unless I was able to drive the fourby.  But considering I generally only go to work during the week, and places with my husband on the weekend, it wasn’t too bad.

I did shed quite a lot of tears when I finally sold ‘Nore in February this year.  I’m still sad that we couldn’t keep her but it would have taken more time and money to get her going again and to keep her going when she wasn’t being driven enough.

This week we have realised just how much we rely on a car to get around.  Tuesday night we dropped the car at the mechanics, and have only got it back late this afternoon (Saturday).  Nearly four days has felt like a very long time to rely on public transport and your own steam.  I ride to work every day anyway so it didn’t worry me so much but my husband had to ride three days in a row which turned out to be harder than he was expecting.  Today was the hardest for me as there were things that I wanted to go and do but couldn’t.  I guess it just makes you realise how much you should appreciate what you have (and what you have worked for) and not take so much for granted.  Somewhat of an eye opener for me anyway.