Killing a Fly with a Ukulele: Reposted

I am the Mum.
If life was a circus, I would be the plate-juggling lady with monkeys on her shoulders who stands on one leg on a horse's back as it canters around the ring.

I am the Writer.
I use too many commas, dashes and dot-dot-dots, and I often start sentences with conjunctions because I like my blog to look the way it sounds in my mind.

I am the Hero.
Life is a bit like a superhero action comic, except that the superheroes are tiny children dressed in super-suits who possess no actual powers, while I just get them food, break up fights and clean their super-suits.

21 November 2008

Reposted

I wrote something recently, and I got such a lovely bunch of funny comments on it, I thought I'd re-post it here.

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This morning I noticed I have an ENORMOUS muffin-top spilling out over the waistband of my favourite 3/4 jeans.

It must have come from eating too many muffins.

Then as I turned around, I caught sight of my thighs.

Crikey.

I don't remember eating the dugong.

Dugong: from here.

4 comments:

stefanie said...: I really wish I could thank the person who coined the term 'muffin tops'. Every time I hear or read it, I laugh like it's the first time.

So, 'dugong thighs'? We have you to thank.; 21 November, 2008 23:12
GreenJello said...: My daughter introduced me to the term "muffin top". It made me laugh. Now I don't laugh quite so much as I glare into the mirror...; 22 November, 2008 00:57
Heather said...: If you must post pictures of me on your blog, I'd thank you very kindly to at least post those of me in my bathing suit. Just because I prefer to swim au naturel occasionally doesn't mean I want my pix shared with the blogosphere.

Thankyouverymuch.

Oh, and I'm so far beyond "muffin top" it isn't funny. Sigh.; 22 November, 2008 01:31
Jen said...: It is not you, it is the jeans. They shrunk. Those silly jeans, not funny!; 22 November, 2008 04:58

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I came up with the pseudonym Givinya de Elba in highschool and it was based on a joke from an episode of Dad's Army called 'A Soldier's Farewell.'

In the episode, after eating too much toasted cheese, Captain Mainwaring dreams he is Napoleon at the Battle of Waterloo. I don't remember much about the episode other than Mainwaring telling his loyal men (Jones, Pike and Godfrey) that he has been exiled to the island of Elba.

Jones quips, "Hence the expression - Givin' ya the Elber!" (giving you the elbow, i.e., pushing you around.) I thought that Givinya de Elba was a half-decent pseudonym for someone who likes to joke and push people around, and I stuck with that.

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21 November 2008

Reposted

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