Posts by Suz Connors

Never A Dull Drive

Car whizzing past lights. Never a dull drive

I’m addicted to podcasts when I'm driving my car. Whether informative, funny or inspirational, it’s never a dull drive. But before prolific podcasting, other ways come to mind, that provided the same ‘never a dull drive’ feeling.

Car whizzing past lights. Never a dull drive

First Car

To start with, the purchase of my first car. It was a glossy red Holden and I loved it. But that excitement was soon tainted when my dad maintained my sister and I go halves in it. Even though we were buying it, we didn’t have much say in it. It had to be a manual drive - his decision. We weren’t allowed power steering for fear of ‘not being able to handle it’. And air-conditioning - there would be none, that was a luxury we ‘didn’t need’. Nevertheless, it was a car to drive and I was pretty happy with my new found (partial) freedom.

 

It was in that same car that I had an accident. Well, it wasn’t an actual accident - I reversed out the driveway and into the neighbours’ car - parked directly across the road. In my defence, I was young.

Memorable Drives

Years ago, I picked up a new car and was driving it home with my then, little kids in the backseat. We hadn’t made it very far when my daughter decided to slide her window down. Consequently, I could hear the newly tinted film crinkling in the window sockets. I painfully turned around and headed back to the dealership.

 

Above all other cars I’ve driven, a favourite was my beloved Honda. That was, until I had a massive panic attack in it one morning. I was white knuckled, hyperventilating and stuck in packed peak hour traffic. Sadly, that car had to go, to keep the anxiety at bay.

 

Cars butted up to each other. Never a dull driveThen there was the time with my current car, that I met a couple of friends for a quick catchup. When I was ready to leave and approached my car, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Someone had parked behind me, right behind me, as in, their car butted up to my car behind me! Stunned, I went back to the venue to speak to the staff. Typically, when I returned to it a few minutes later, the dodgy driver and car had vanished. Amazingly there was no damage to my car.

Just... Embarrassing Drives

And of course, the time my car was due for a service at the dealership. My daughter had brought along her breakfast in the car on the way to school. I should have stopped her when I smelled the aroma as I entered the car, but regrettably I didn’t. Her breakfast was the previous night’s leftovers, ‘Ono Kauswe’, a dish similar to a laksa. I dropped her off and arrived at the service department. When I was gathering my belongings from the car, I spotted the bowl. It should’ve been empty, but it wasn’t. Some of the Kauswe had spilled onto the car’s interior mat. Reluctantly, I had to ask the service guy if he could drain the bowl, as I still had to drive home in one of their loan cars. Fairly certain he’d never had a customer request this before, I also implored him to explain the smell in my car to the mechanic.

 

Car being pulled onto tow -ruck. Never a dull driveLastly, not so long ago, I noticed a warning signal on my dashboard. I felt the car losing power and I managed to drive into the carpark of a nearby hospital. After I consulted the car’s manual, I found it was leaking coolant. I rang the breakdown service who advised that the only option was to have my car towed. After arranging this, I hesitantly climbed into the tow-truck along with the driver. But when we arrived outside the car dealership, I miscalculated the height of the truck to the ground. I stepped out and was intending to move onto the next step down, which wasn’t there! I fell, straight out onto the ground, complete with legs sprawled in opposite directions and handbag thrown to the floor. The stupid tow-truck driver didn’t even bother to see if I was ok. Luckily it was in the adjacent cul-de-sac and not inside the dealership yard, though they do have full glass windows!

In short, even though it's never a dull drive, I look forward to a future that involves teleportation. It would really be so much better for me.

The Mum-Ability Factor

Baby seal kissing mother seal. mum-abilitymum-ability

My Mum

Wooden spoon with love heart pastryAs far back as I can remember, my mum has always been an amazing cook. This is one of her mum-ability factors. Cooking is something she loves and is her way of showing love for her family. Her knowledge and skill being passed down from her own mother. I remember when I was little and mum was busy cooking, she’d give me a mixing bowl and wooden spoon to pretend I was cooking too (didn’t help me though).

 

That wooden spoon was later used as a weapon. She’d threaten us with it when we were naughty, and it came out many times. She was and still is, a fierce fighter and god help anyone who disrespected our family in any way, as she was the protector too. So protective, that when I’d come home way after my curfew, she’d be waiting up, ready for a yelling match… “Is this any time to come home?” Love my mum and the fact that we were so looked after.

 

My Mum-ability

Becoming a mother is both the most excruciating and euphoric moment imaginable. Nothing says discomfort more, than the pain of a natural birth, or having a baby pulled out caesarean style. And then, having to be ‘on’ again to look after the baby – straight away!  A swift introduction to multitasking, something I’ve unashamedly never been great at (I’m more the mindfulness type). When I had my own kids, I remember thinking, when is someone responsible coming back to look after them?

 

Cot at nighttimeI was never blessed with kids that slept through the night as babies. I tried the whole ‘controlled crying’ thing, which was recommended at the time, but could never go through with it. I remember stealthily crawling out of my daughter’s room numerous times, when she was a baby after she’d finally fallen asleep.

 

When the kids were growing up, I was never the mum who could do fancy hairstyles for school, nor the amazing baker, or the crafty mum who made awesome costumes for book week. I was more the show up for everything, be on time to pick them up and “make sure you’ve got a jacket” mum.

 

When my daughter needed to learn her times tables in primary school, I came up with a game to help her memorise it, while she was in the swimming pool – she can multitask.  I’d randomly ask her times tables questions and she had to find the answer while she dived under the water. She wasn’t allowed to come up until she knew! She quickly became a pro at it and still is.

 

XBox controller and games on tableI spent a lot of time playing on the floor, embracing dress-ups, reading stories, teaching them how to bowl a wicked straight line in cricket and getting smashed on Xbox. And there’ve been countless playdates, parties, school excursions, carnivals, karate classes, last minute getting something from the shops, school socials and driving lessons, that I’ve been grateful to be present for over the years too. A job dotted with tantrums (mainly mine) and frustrating at times, these are the things that make up my mum-ability and I’ve (mostly) loved all of it!

 

 

Friends Not Just The TV Show

friends, hands all in. friends not just the TV show

Friends not just the TV show, are something we all need. Whether to chat with, celebrate good times, commiserate with, cover your eyes with cucumbers (when we had time for this), or perhaps even have them lead you astray, everyone needs their friends.

 

 

Young friendsblocks spelling out FRIEND

In school I loved being part of a group of friends who in turn, were part of a bigger group of friends and so on it went. The basis of shared fun experiences and inside jokes helped us develop as people too. Cool shopping escapades, going to the movies and ‘chucking laps’ in the city were all part of our harmless fun and memories.

 

Though there’s always going to be people you don’t get on with (and let’s face it, high school was full of that), we were built tough to handle it. One time I fainted while I was at church with my family. My dad & brother carried me out in front of the packed congregation. I came to, while this was happening, just in time to see a girl from school (fake friend), see me as I was carried past. I closed my eyes again, hoping that she’d forget… she didn’t.

 

 

Grown-up friends

When I began working, my world changed rapidly. Having a good work ethic, expanding my knowledge and refining my skillset, helped me in my work-life. Having friends to share the fun times (and there were plenty), helped me get the balance right. With a big drinking culture in my place of work and being young and impressionable, I adapted! Liquid lunches were often on the menu, especially the weekly Friday lunch sessions. Then there were birthday drinks, promotion drinks, after work drinks, someone’s leaving drinks, someone’s getting married drinks... you get the picture!

 

Years ago, we had a river-cruise for our work’s end of year celebration. Our group of friends decided to stay overnight at a local city hotel. We used this as a base to enjoy the afternoon together and then get ready for our big night ahead. The river-cruise was a fun night where we ate a little, drank too much and partied till the end. We made our way back to our hotel, eventually, with a stop on the way. The parade floats used in the city’s annual Christmas pageant (also on that night), sat idle in the park near the jetty where we’d docked after the river-cruise. So obviously we climbed all over those things, posing in various shots, thankfully with no iPhone technology available back then to capture the moments.

 

 

Long-time friendsgroup of friends jumping in the air, having fun at the beach

Then there’s the group of friends I’ve known since my childhood, teens and adult life. We’ve shared a lot over the years, hanging out aimlessly, the whole nightclubbing era, outrageous conversations and plenty of laughter usually at someone’s expense!

 

At one of their home gatherings years ago, I was persuaded (didn’t take much), by a couple of the group members to change some things around, literally. When some of the friends were farewelling a few of the others, we moved all their dining furniture into another room of the house. Then when they came back inside, we snuck out the backdoor and went around to the front-yard and disassembled their temporary bricked letterbox, but thoughtfully rebuilt it, on the opposite side of their driveway.

Age has only intensified the crazy!

 

 

There’s always room for more friends

Being a responsible parent, I’ve been in a situation with a school mum friend, when something was burnt while we were on canteen duty. Smoke started to fill the canteen, which set off the fire alarms and the whole school had to evacuate to the oval!

 

 

No matter where you gather them from, neighbours to school friends, family to close friends, Facebook to real friends, we all need our friends. And the crazier your friends are the better off you are too!

The Bonds We Share

Tunnel showing light at the end. Bonds we share. Bonds

The Bonds We Share

As the end of March nears, I face that big elephant in the room – loss – you suck! I simultaneously celebrate and remember my son Lucas, who ironically passed on his 18th birthday.

Bond

The Bond book pictured, was a thoughtful gift from Lucas as we were both fans. However, the bond of laughter we shared is what inspires my blog and keeps me moving forward.

Acknowledging this month, here are some things I’d like to share that make me smile.

These excerpts are taken from my book 18 Forever

The bond of laughter

As Lucas was growing up and achieving great things like lasting friendships, good manners, terrific grades and great work ethic, he was also developing a very funny sense of humour that I loved to encourage.  He really understood the value of making people laugh and of not taking things too seriously.

As we had such similar wit, we enjoyed watching certain styles of movies and TV shows together, which made us look at each other and laugh hysterically.

When Lucas, Alisha and I watched shows together we’d often replay the funny scenes or lines over and over repeatedly, which became funnier each time – it was just something we just did!

The bond of family

Picture of family by swimming pool

Lucas as a teenager of course loved to sleep, much to Les’ horror of “Wasting the day!”  He could sleep any time of the day or night.  From the time he was little he would always fall asleep in the car no matter how long the journey.  When Les was driving, in order to wake him up when we neared home, Les would deliberately swerve the car when the road was deserted, so Lucas would bump his head on the window and we’d all get a good laugh, except a grumpy Lucas!


On a day that Lucas was staying home to study while Alisha, Les and myself went out, she just had this gut feeling and set her laptop up to video.  Her instincts were right.  She had caught Lucas on video coming into her room, finding her guitar and sitting down playing it while he had a decent chance!  It was hilarious that he had been caught out and could not deny it.  He bought his own guitar after that and taught himself how to play.

The bond with friends

As part of their school commitment, Lucas’ year group was required to work a certain number of hours ‘community service’ and the kids were given a choice of the work they wanted to provide.  Lucas chose his service at the Epiphany Retreat Centre which basically needed a massive yard clean-up.  At the end of the day when I came to pick him up, to my surprise, I saw him with a big smile on his face driving the yard tractor with the trailer attached, piled high with branches.  Then another lap, this time some of the girls hitching a ride in the trailer, he was in his element!

Bond with friends

The Boys created a dud ceremony in Year 11 & 12 called the Doumbia awards.  This involved them and many of the boys from their year group gathering at lunch time, donning bow ties and holding a ceremony to hand out random goofy/bad awards.

And something new…

Just recently I was looking in my office cupboard and came across a display folder of Lucas’ I hadn’t been through before. I thought it contained some of his schoolwork, but I also found a few other things he’d placed in there. One of them was an x-ray of his hand he’d cut out showing ‘the bird’. This sits on my desk now as a reminder of him not taking things too seriously.

“There’s always something to smile about”

The L In Love

Multiple luminous pink lovehearts. The L in Love

The L in Love

 

Valentine’s day, the day dedicated to love, has shown me that the L in Love is not the only word associated with that day.

Sparkler pink loveheart

Sure, there’s the thrill of going on a date, the excitement of a delivery of flowers or chocolates, or just time spent doing something special on the day. Admittedly who doesn’t want that? But there are more words that begin with L associated with Valentine’s day that I’ve encountered along the way…

 

L is for Learn

The first time I experienced anything to do with Valentine’s day was in primary school. I was sent a card from a secret admirer. I opened it, reading quickly, as my heart jumped at the possibilities. For a fleeting moment, I was eager to learn who it could be from. Then I realised a couple of family members paying far too much attention to it. And my suspicions as to its’ authenticity were dashed right there.

 

L is for Leave

In my teens, a boyfriend and I broke up prior to Valentine’s day. I was still friends with his friends and his buddy asked me to go to the movies with him on Valentine’s night. Really? He couldn’t leave it for another time? The awkwardness that night above all others would create would have been too much… I politely declined.

 

L is for Lack

When my husband and I had first started dating, I decided to cook a Valentine’s dinner for him. In the days leading up to it, I had taken recipe books (yes, that’s how long ago it was) into work with me for inspiration. My work friends and I scoured through the pages in search of the perfect 3 course meal, which I was to ambitiously create.

The day arrived, I’d bought all the ingredients required and I had prepared a feast.  He came over, the table had been set and my moment to shine was here.

First course came out, cranberry infused squash (it was early 90’s!)  He took a bite to be courteous and not being one to mince his words, told me he didn’t like the taste.  Only slightly offended, I returned to the kitchen for the mains.

Next course was fish in a creamy, buttery sauce. This time he wouldn’t even taste it and was gagging, not even trying to suppress his need to throw up. Turns out, even though he was into fishing, he wasn’t into the aroma of the sauce the fish was in. This did not end well.

I can’t even recall what the dessert was that night. My mind probably blocked it after the tears that fell over my unappreciated food, not through lack of effort. My culinary skills have been affected ever since!

 

L is also for Love

Even though I’ll always be a romantic, there are plenty of ways to express love and for lots of different things.

Red love heart tree in fieldWhatever you do or don’t do on Valentine’s day, share some love, with a person, a pet or a place. And if all else fails, get Uber Eats – I could have used it all those years ago!

 

 

 

 

Hectic Holidays

crowded streets surrounding Union Square, Ho Chi Mink City, Vietnam. Hectic holidays

Hectic Holidays

 

There’s nothing like the Christmas holidays for a good, restful, getaway break.  Not sure about the break being restful, but it was good to getaway.  These hectic holidays I travelled with my family to a few places in Asia.

 

On our departing flight, a fully robed monk sat by himself in front of us.  Not long into the flight, he became restless, lying across the vacant seats beside him, frequently swapping positions.  He began jolting around and yelling out loudly too.  As a result, he lost his glasses one of the times he rolled off the seats onto the floor in front of him.  Then I noticed what he was holding - Bombay Sapphire Gin and drinking it straight from the bottle.

I signalled his drinking to the lady across the aisle from me, who had become worried too.  Her husband and mine were asked by the flight attendant if we wanted to have the monk restrained.  We declined, as he had finally fallen asleep.  As the plane touched down, the monk asked my husband if we had landed in Singapore, when in fact we had landed in Kuala Lumpur!  He then showed my husband a picture of his father, who had just passed away and it all thankfully made a little more sense.

 

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

I’d had carpal tunnel surgery on my wrist five weeks earlier, leaving enough recovery time for the shopping onslaught we were about to embark on in KL.  But even I was sick of shopping, with the crowds, heat and overwhelming multi-levelled shopping malls, that was just our first day.

272 steps of Batu Caves with Hindu god statue, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

Batu Caves - Kuala Lumpur

The following day we decided to explore the Batu Caves not far from the city centre.  It has a spectacular giant statue of a Hindu god and temples within the hillside caves.  Being scared of heights, I was nervous climbing the 272 steps to the top cave.  The steps were dotted with screeching wild monkeys and ridiculous humidity just for good measure.  When I reached the top cave temple, surprise, there were more steps inside leading to another level, to which I ask, why?

 

Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam

Onto Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam, where it didn’t take long for us to become accustomed to the constant whizz of scooters dashing around us.  This hadn’t changed in the 17 years since we were last there.  But what had changed, was the swelling population and the scooters now mounting the footpaths to get in front of each other. I frequently forgot this, being honked out of the way to avoid the obvious.

Crowded streets surrounding Union Square, Ho Chi Mink City, Vietnam

Union Square, Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam

Having a quick break from the busyness of the city, we decided on a Mekong River daytrip.  When we finally arrived at the mighty Mekong we took a sampan ride over to an island.  We had decided to sit in the back of the sampan to take photo’s, so were unable to hear our tour guide over the top of the extremely loud engine.  I did however hear about the ‘Coconut religion’ on a nearby island.  It was started by a scholarly man who only consumed coconut.  Apparently when he died he was malnutritioned, being many kilograms and centimetres under the norm – not so scholarly.

When we reached our destination island, we took a traditional horse and cart ride to the place we would be having lunch.  The horse and cart driver was traditionally on his mobile phone while driving.  After lunch we hopped onto little boats and were given conical hats to wear, while two incredibly fit elderly people paddled us along a busy, windy part of the river, for only a small fee.

 

Penang, Malaysia

Next stop was Penang, Malaysia, where we have been a few times before.  Our hotel had an unusually long corridor that led to our room which we named ‘the freezing tunnel of death’.  The air-con was icy cold and was well appreciated after a day in the hot sun, or a stroll of the humid night markets after dinner.  But when in wet bathers after swimming, it was indeed, the freezing tunnel of death.

Poolside of the Golden Sands Shangri La Hotel, Penang, Malaysia

Poolside Penang, Malaysia

The hotel came complete with a giant lizard, that scurried away under the rocks surrounding the pool, as I walked passed it.  I’m not sure which of us more was more alarmed.  Not as much as my daughter though.  She was floating in the water on her pool ring, oblivious to what some foreigners were frantically talking about, when she finally noticed the lizard swimming right passed her.

Of the many times we took rickshaws rides, one night ride was more memorable than the others.  Our young driver turned the volume of his disturbing music to (I’m sure) the maximum, as he began driving my cringing daughter and myself down the busy main street.  We felt every person turn and stare at the flashing lights and thumping music of our rickshaw, which went on to play “I’m sexy and I know it.”

 

We took 6 flights within 2 weeks with the same airline, listening to the familiar repertoire of Christmas songs played throughout the cabin (totally over it).  And after a busy couple of weeks of the sights, sounds and particularly smells of Asia, I recall, as I click my numerous newly bought shoes together, there’s no place like home.

For The Love Of School

I loved school, whiteboard and markers. School

For the Love of School

 

I loved school, the recesses and lunchtimes!

 

With the school year finishing for many of our kids, I’ve been thinking about what it was like during my own school days.

 

Early Years

I never went to kindy or pre-primary because I was too clever.  This is what I thought, until I realised it was because my mum stayed home to look after us and these years were not compulsory.

 

Discipline

We moved houses when I was in Year 5 and I changed schools too.  My new teacher was a very strict male, who was also in charge of the discipline at school.  He would often give the cane as punishment to any unruly students.  And I also remember the side of the ruler being used on the knuckles of any kids who didn’t comply.

There was one time when I needed my mum’s signature on some homework and she wouldn’t sign it for some reason.  Not wanting to get into trouble at school, naturally I forged her signature.  Mum later felt sorry for me and came to school to sign the work and then found my forgery - the side of the ruler may have been a better outcome!

 

High School

I remember thinking on the first day with my friends, how boring the place was and how we were stuck here for the next five years.  In the blink of an eye we were in our final year.  But before that, we’d sit on the grassed areas and chat during breaks - it was the sophisticated thing to do.  We’d bring our treasured ‘Smash Hits’ magazines to school and drool over the pages of our teen idols, which helped too.

 

Teachers

I now have many friends who are teachers and acknowledge their valuable work.  And I was fortunate to have had many wonderful teachers of my own.  However, we all know teachers that made us feel inadequate at the most crucially embarrassing and pimply time of our lives.

Remember the ones who would walk around the class and stand in front or behind your desk watching you work, nervously?  Or the ones that would make you get up and write the answer on the board in front of the class, only to humiliate you if you didn’t know it.  And how about when they’d choose you to answer a question even though you never raised your hand in the first place?

 

Friends

School friends see you at your worst, best and geekiest.  I’m lucky to still be in touch with so many of mine and treasure that link from which school connected us so many years ago.

Always being a fairly average student, I was never an academic kid, nor was I sporty and was never caught up with trying to be in the popular group.  I was just happy being with my friends and we had a great time both in and out of school.  If they weren’t in my classes, knowing that I’d be seeing my friends at recess/lunch, or walking to the train after school with them, helped me get through the day, whilst easing the drudgery of the subjects we were studying.

 

Subjects

To this day I gauge things by comparison of a maths exam – my anathema.  My thinking is, does the current situation I may find myself in, appear worse than sitting a maths exam or not?  Very few times the maths exam has won out.

Physical Education lessons - I understand the rationale and importance of them, but when will they understand, that not all kids are into competitive sport, especially adolescents?  This doesn’t come naturally to everyone and pushy Phys-ed teachers didn’t help.  I did have my revenge though.  Fast forward to part of my working life, when one of our school’s Phys-ed teachers came in to my office to arrange to pay off an account, let’s just say the payment terms were not so flexible!

 

Community

In an effort to fundraise, our school participated in an annual walkathon.  Students were asked to raise money for the kilometres walked.  My brother was working at a bank at the time and many of his colleagues were kind enough to sponsor me.  I remember proudly telling friends that I had raised $150 (a mammoth amount back then).  However, another boy in my year group caught wind of it and managed to raise just slightly more and he took all the glory at the school assembly.

 

Whether swinging on chairs whilst chatting in the back of Maths class, the fun of school camps, or just seeing your friends every day - I loved school.  I was fortunate to have been sent to school’s that had great community spirit.  With discipline, structure, plenty of good times and fun to be had, I also did learn a thing or two on the way.

Anniversary Recalling

brightly coloured confetti for anniversary celebration. Anniversary

Anniversary Recalling

 

This week my husband and I celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary. Hard to fathom that time!  It was during nightclubbing days that we met.  Friends at first, as I’m fairly sure it wasn’t his dance moves that lured me in.

 

This has me reminiscing about how much fun we had on our wedding day.  Fortunately, things ran smoothly for us.  The biggest issue encountered on the day was my hair, the Jewish curls as I called them.  Despite having a hair trial before the wedding day, the hairdresser's curls on the actual day, were so tight, they resembled a Jewish Rabbi’s side curls.

 

Then, in the car, on the way to the church, my dad felt the need to mention to me “It’s not too late to change your mind!”  In all fairness to my husband, he had said this to my sisters on their wedding day’s also.

 

Our wedding reception was very much a party atmosphere, with my father in law and aunty eagerly hitting the dancefloor, even before the festivities had begun.   The DJ had to really work hard to wrap things up on the crowded dancefloor at the end of the night, especially as the bride and groom didn’t want to leave!

 

Our honeymoon however was another story.  Penang, day one - after a dip in the ocean, I emerged spectacularly, with a large golf ball sized lump on my head, after being stung by something nasty.

 

Then when lying on a poolside sun lounge, in the hotel’s gardens, trying to be all sophisticated whilst drinking my cocktail, a low flying bird pooped on me.

 

And by the middle of the honeymoon, we’d ventured to Penang’s botanical gardens. Where I was accosted by a native monkey.  A family of monkeys had started following me, because I was holding a packet of Twisties and a can of Coke.  Then one monkey broke away and started to chase me.  Running from the monkey, in a heightened state of panic, I started screaming for my husband at the top of my voice, out of sheer terror.  He was nowhere in sight and people were staring at me - the crazy screaming girl.  And then I did the only thing I could think of - throw the Coke can straight at the monkey.

 

That was the beginning of this crazy, fun and awesome marriage, as we look forward with enthusiasm and anticipation to our next 25!

Sideways

Glass half full of water on rocks. Sideways

Sideways 

Hi, welcome to my blog

 

Sometimes things happen and the only way around is sideways.  There’s a time for ups and a time for downs, but for me it’s mainly been a sideways thing!  Remembering not to take things too seriously has served me well.

 

Here’s some of my recent backstory…

In the months since my son passed, I worked extremely hard on my inner self.  A big mix of counselling, lots of reading, listening to podcasts and even writing my own book 18 Forever, all helped me move forward.  My mind and heart took a battering (still a work in progress), but surprisingly it showed me that I am strong.

 

Underlying all those things was my innate ability to laugh, or at least smile.

 

That sweet relief that only humour can provide and the natural bond of connection with others, are always present for me.  My decision to combine this with my passion for writing are the essence of my blog.

 

I know first-hand that there’s way too much doom and gloom in the world.  So to transcend this and escape to where laughter and connection come together, seems like a good place to me.

 

If I can, you can.

 

"There’s always something to smile about!"

 

Awkward Introductions

A few years ago, I attended the christening of my friend’s baby.  When the church service ended and the official family photographs had been taken, I went over to congratulate my friend, her husband and their family.

 

Having met my friend’s lovely parents occasionally when they visited Perth, I was more familiar with my friend’s mother than her father.  For some reason, I always felt a little intimidated by her father’s somewhat serious stature and I felt quite nervous when around him.

 

As I walked up to congratulate him, I soon realised that he didn’t remember me.  He shook my hand firmly saying, “Hi, I’m John.”

Confused and a little nervous I replied, “Hi, I’m John” (I could have died!!)

He looked at me oddly, as I pathetically corrected myself, giving my actual name and keeping a low profile for the rest of the festivities.

 

So just to clarify, I’m Suz and this is my blog!