tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57581526166241440352024-02-07T18:21:29.555+13:00laughykate.comI'm short, yappy and..... oh, what was that bright shiny thing that just flew past?laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.comBlogger778125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-14093594567445855702014-02-10T21:17:00.002+13:002014-02-10T21:17:56.011+13:00And how come it's suddenly February?And happy February!<br />
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Guess that means I've missed January.<br />
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Didn't mean to...it's just that my world has been a bit mad.<br />
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Today I started work at 5 am.<br />
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And finished at 9.10 p.m.<br />
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And I'm not even a student, how does <i>that</i> work?laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-89426404346887599642013-12-21T12:27:00.003+13:002013-12-21T12:27:44.714+13:00Ho Ho Ho!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Crikey and suddenly we are on holiday! Where did that year go?</div>
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I suppose when you throw together: selling a house, leaving a secure job and hurling yourself into the terrifying but exhilarating world of freelance, buying a house, jamming two offshore jaunts with work and one for fun, not learning another language and topping the year off with landing a contract for a job that really excites me (whilst, again, slightly terrifying me)...that is going to make the months speed by in a bit of a blur.<br />
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And not because I've spent most of the year drunk.<br />
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I hope you all have wonderful holidays, Christmases and New Years. I'm going to.<br />
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I will be back in 2014!laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-75627945561935424022013-12-12T17:44:00.000+13:002013-12-12T17:44:31.982+13:00Been a little bit busy......but that's always going to happen when your deadline for a very large project - due to unforeseen circumstances - suddenly collides with a house move.<br />
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It got to the point where I was thinking, 'Please don't let anything else turn up on the horizon that needs to be crowbarred into this week, cause there's Just. No. More.Room.' It was one of those weeks where the sleeping real estate got sold to make room for Things That Had To Be Done.<br />
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Anyhou...done now and I can just smell the holiday on the horizon.<br />
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However, if Little-Miss-Try-To-Please-Everyone keeps saying 'yes' to projects, that holiday is going to become about as elusive as the unicorn I want for Xmas. laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-43941282689930281422013-11-22T22:23:00.000+13:002013-11-22T22:23:06.788+13:00My Office Today...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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..was really quite fun....<br />
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Sorry, that looks very skitey-pants.<br />
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I hate people like me.laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-63351981833872763602013-11-17T19:14:00.001+13:002013-11-17T19:14:16.982+13:00Just Another Day at the Office.'Could you go to insertnameofbigcountryinAsia... tomorrow?'<br />
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'Ummm.....yes...?'<br />
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<br />laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-59970925897784095882013-11-07T00:14:00.002+13:002013-11-07T00:14:10.534+13:00Problems - Solutions. <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Need motivation to go through all those piles of previous years' junk in the garage? </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span>
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Easy. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Flood it.</span>laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-2073225260098936742013-10-26T13:08:00.001+13:002013-10-26T13:08:24.353+13:00Terry the Bi Bilpolar Polar BearThis is made by a guy I used to work with.<br />
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Ten bucks says you laugh out at the end.<br />
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Do you owe me ten dollars?laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-46702535242979935122013-10-16T16:54:00.001+13:002013-10-16T16:55:15.415+13:00And it's a 'no' from Little Miss Yippety Yap. <span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A </span><a href="http://www.travelerstoday.com/articles/7570/20131014/silent-dining-new-york-restaurant.htm" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">restaurant</a><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> in New York has just opened up that specialises in...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">...wait for it...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">*<i>whispers</i>*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">...silent dining.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Yup, you go along and enjoy your meal...without saying a word to your dining companions.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I am sorry, but that's my idea of hell. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Crikey, a dinner party there would be a <i>riot</i>. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Even worse, imagine being invited to that dinner party? It really would say a lot about what your hosts thought of you. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">'How were the Browns?'</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">'Well, George looked like he chewed on the steak and Mary couldn't get through her duck - took home a doggie back. Apart from that, couldn't tell you. They looked well enough, though.'</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Apparently the chef was inspired after a trip to India after he saw Buddhist monks eat their meals in silence. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">But what I want to know - were those monks smiling?</span><br />
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laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-51920865358907768912013-10-03T16:01:00.001+13:002013-10-03T16:01:42.431+13:00In simpler times...when you could see if things were broken....I have been working on a project that involves sending large files across large stretches of water and different time zones.<br />
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Today we received some graphics through that interweb tunnel-thing that just refused to work for us. Which isn't entirely ideal as we've got our noses pressed up against a deadline.<br />
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Anyhou, it was no one's fault, just came down to technology.<br />
<br />
I sent an email this morning, 'If only corrupt files could be fixed with gaffer tape.'<br />
<br />
Which is the same sentiment that a friend said recently, 'You know you've moved into a new age when your car needs at IT guy to fix it and not a mechanic.'<br />
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Crikey, listen to me, soon I will be saying, 'In the olden days I used to share my gumboots with my brother and hop to school.'<br />
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<br />laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-85183130180783731172013-09-24T15:55:00.000+12:002013-09-24T15:56:03.444+12:00What is it they say about filming with children and animals? Cause I clearly didn't get the memo...<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US">In the last week I have filmed with: a
mouse, a yowly Tonkinese, a paper shredding Burmese, a toy poodle type dog, a
grumpy Persian cat the size of a small dog, a couple of sheep, a Husky dog, a
couple of Devon Rex cats, Kunekune pigs, a shoulder-perching chicken, a
miniature pony, three children and a stuffed dog.</span></div>
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And I didn't even go mad. </div>
laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-61175934485038699602013-09-15T15:38:00.001+12:002013-09-15T19:48:38.164+12:00They Can Both Fly.....I have talked before about my brother <a href="http://laughykate.blogspot.co.nz/2011/06/my-brother-is-weird.html">Sunshine</a> and his love for attempting to fly, multi sports and carrying on in the face of pain (a few years ago he managed most of a 15k run, 18k bike and a 10k kayak with a dislocated shoulder). Here's him attempting to fly in Puerto Rico a few years ago.<br />
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So it really shouldn't surprise me to learn that he discovered one month after a skiing accident, a month that included one eighty-five and two one hundred kilometre bike rides as well as two days skiing that he had actually broken his shoulder in two places. </div>
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I suppose what <i>really</i> shouldn't surprise me more was that he actually asked his surgeon if he could continue his training so he would be able to compete in said bike race.</div>
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And it's very clear he's handed his ability to bounce on to his son....</div>
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I already feel sorry for what Angus's body is about to go through, going forward.<br />
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<br />laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-20606174253183452732013-08-27T19:27:00.001+12:002013-08-27T19:33:03.249+12:00Hide the Needles and Stand Back from the Knife.Recently I was lucky enough to go along as a friend's plus-one to a fashion show.<br />
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Oh, what's not to like?<br />
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Pretty frocks, complimentary champagne, goodie bags - all on a school night.<br />
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But what I wasn't prepared for was the extra treat - the massive smorgasbord of bad plastic surgery and botox that was on show.<br />
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Oh. My. Stars.<br />
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It was stunning.<br />
<br />
Don't get me wrong, there were loads of women who looked stunning and who clearly had a bit of work on the side. It's not these women I'm talking about.<br />
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I'm talking about the women who went that extra mile - whose faces were so obviously plumped with poison or stretched and slightly twisted by surgery that they were left with a contorted/stunned/doll like appearance.<br />
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And many of them looked far too young to have started to make themselves look like Halloween Barbie. It was just looked like they hadn't learnt how to say, 'Thank you but I've had enough.'<br />
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My friend and I were like a coupla kids in a candy shop, 'Oh wow, look at her!'<br />
<br />
'Yeah nothing moves except the bags under her eyes!'<br />
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It was a fascinating spectacle, one I wouldn't have missed for the world. However at one point during the evening I leaned over to my friend and whispered, 'I'm really pleased I'm me.'<br />
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Needless to say, my lines don't have to fear being blown back into my youth.laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-14102301441383558702013-08-12T14:08:00.001+12:002013-08-12T14:08:29.576+12:00 Shoes: they're hell of a way to inject life into Friday afternoon.
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<span lang="EN-US">Picture this. Friday afternoon in a large
open plan female skewed office.
Everyone weary from the week, gasping for wine o’clock to roll around
and the minute hand on the clock making like it’s trapped in Monday afternoon
after a long weekend. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Into this situation bursts a cameraman… not
with a camera but laden with boxes of shoes. All sorts of shoes. Shiny ones,
high ones, flat ones, boot ones. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">On <i>my.</i>
It was like flies to a honey pot. Suddenly he was surrounded by a gaggle of
excited women pawning over his wares. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">‘This is waay better than wine,’ was one of
the calls that went up. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">It has to be said, importing shoes is not
the most obvious income stream that springs to mind when considering what a
cameraman could do in his down time. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">‘How do you go from cameraman to shoe
salesman?’</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">‘In New Zealand you guys get so ripped off with shoes, they're so expensive. And
I was just really sick of my wife spending so much money on them…so we decided
to do it </span><a href="http://www.mrwandme.com/">ourselves</a>.'</div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US">Genius.
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<!--EndFragment-->laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-65252678961509019472013-08-02T12:19:00.000+12:002013-08-02T12:22:41.792+12:00Byte Me<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Boy oh boy I’ve felt
like my head has been about to explode of late. Talk about being busy, Trev. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-AU;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The guilty culprit is
work - finding myself in the unenviable position of dragging two series of
television across the line at exactly the same time. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This scheduling clash
could not to be avoided and I could see it looming like a great time-hoovering juggernaut<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>on my horizon. And, after the last
three weeks, I have come to a conclusion - my brain is simply too small. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I need
a </span><a href="http://www.whatsabyte.com/" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">geopbyte</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In the interim could someone
pass me a cup of tea, a lie down and Spring?</span></div>
laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-22732913405070226392013-07-12T08:53:00.000+12:002013-07-12T08:53:18.684+12:00Fact of the day...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
As stolen from my email provider... </div>
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Sea otters hold hands while sleeping so they don't float away from each other.</div>
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Awwwwwwwwwwww.........laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-44224249583324596172013-07-07T11:38:00.001+12:002013-07-07T11:38:21.297+12:00Emails you chew on...Like the one that landed in my inbox yesterday from <a href="http://quoteunquotenz.blogspot.co.nz/">Brother in Law</a>, entitled Last Night :<br />
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I had dinner in Wellington with James Nesbitt and Martin Freeman, and you didn't.</div>
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Obviously my reply wasn't terribly complimentary. <br />
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<br />laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-38681370451561821362013-06-29T12:09:00.002+12:002013-06-29T12:09:55.960+12:00Further to my last post...First up: read my last post first if you want to make sense of the following conversation.<br />
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So...The Child duly came in for her interview. I asked Thepersonwhointerviewedher how it went and she raved about her.<br />
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I then sent The Child this text.<br />
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'Crikey, what lies did you tell? Thepersonwhointerviewedyou likes you. I smell a rat...a big fat rat.'</blockquote>
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Her: 'Oh no, she's just saying that because she thinks we are friends. Which is SO not true. And obviously I lied out my arse too.'</blockquote>
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'Now it's making sense.'</blockquote>
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'And I gave her a puppy.' </blockquote>
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laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-4533735366613227822013-06-26T20:31:00.001+12:002013-06-26T20:31:46.841+12:00A Well Received RecommendationI got an email from someone who used to work on a show I produced at another production company. She's back in the country and is looking for work. I asked her to send me her CV and said that I would forward it on to the right person.<br />
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She did that and I forwarded it with the accompanying email.<br />
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Attached is Insert Name’s (from here on known as The Child) C.V.<br />Don’t believe a word of what she says, it’s all lies.<br />Having said that, I can’t recommend her highly enough. She worked on Insertnameofshow and stopped me plunging a knife into Insertnameofsomeone's neck. We’d have conversations like, ‘How are you feeling Kate?’<br />‘I want to cut myself.’<br />‘Would that be with a blunt or a sharp knife?’<br />And if I wanted either those knives, she would have provided them – as well as the first aid.<br />She’s great at co-ordinating, being in the field, got loads of initiative, knows computers inside side out, is a word Nazi with incredible eye for detail and most recently has been production managing at Anotherproductioncompay.<br />I’d love her in the office because then I could pick on her. <br />See whatcha think ! </blockquote>
She has an interview on Friday. <br />
laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-73179350136780885982013-06-20T18:33:00.000+12:002013-06-20T18:33:19.918+12:00Just Call Me the Fertility Fairy.At the company I work at I am now up to my sixth show I am producing for them.<br />
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I would just like to point out that every single one of my production managers has announced they have fallen pregnant while on my shows.<br />
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The latest being today.<br />
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Sadly I can no longer claim that I've upped my marriage-followed-by-a-baby score (four) but, let's face it, that would start to be a little bit Twilight Zone.<br />
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However I'm saying I thought I was doing well at four....but six?<br />
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People in the office are now refusing to work for me...laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-73845513123553082122013-06-05T19:20:00.003+12:002013-06-05T19:20:54.409+12:00A Text Conversation.I just got a text from a member of my team. They are doing a night shoot - outside - and I was sent a photo of the shoot with the caption, 'Freezing our arses off. Are you bringing coffee hahahaha?'<br />
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I text back.<br />
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'A decent producer would bring you coffee - pity your one is such a bitch.'<br />
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I know they'll get me back, but right now I'm really enjoying being me.<br />
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*Skips off to snuggle up to heater*laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-39324355573600562242013-05-25T15:27:00.001+12:002013-05-25T15:27:28.446+12:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
A friend sent me an email the other day that was headed up, '25 Reasons to Not Travel on the Bus.' At least that's what I think it was headed. Anyhou, it was crammed with entertainment - here are a couple of highlights. (Hah, I did that without even thinking). </div>
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Someone who hadn't quite grasped the concept of highlighting? But hey, maybe they liked colouring in. Or just wanted to run out the highlighter before their sister got her hands on it. <br />
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Isn't Mr Crochet just something else?<br />
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And as for Mr Crying Man with two white rabbits, I simply have no words. Okay maybe that's a lie. I have two. Rabbit casserole.<div>
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And Mr Crying Man knows it.<br /><br /></div>
laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-66489961432855736162013-05-15T08:48:00.003+12:002013-05-15T08:48:31.577+12:00Overhead in Office - the Return.
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<span lang="EN-US">A number of people were crowded around a computer watching a clip on Facebook of a
drummer playing not very well. A colleague asks another colleague (who is a
very good musician) what his impression is of the performance. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">‘He looks like an ape whose just discovered
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<span lang="EN-US">I. Nearly. Choked. </span></div>
<!--EndFragment-->laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-55825986813843549452013-05-08T20:42:00.000+12:002013-05-08T20:42:32.143+12:00Enemy of the Neighbourhood.An observation.<br />
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Aren't leaf blowers the most ridiculous invention?<br />
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Leaf suckers - I get.<br />
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But leaf blowers?<br />
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'Excuse me while I blow all our leaves on to your property. Please have a lovely day.'laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-85918224945190228182013-04-25T11:28:00.002+12:002013-04-25T11:28:33.878+12:00Overheard in the Office'There are two things that are the enemy of rock n' roll. Children and sailing.'laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758152616624144035.post-29153220742893425072013-04-20T12:21:00.000+12:002013-04-20T12:21:07.547+12:00PerceptionLast weekend my nine year old and eleven year old nieces were staying with their mother.<br />
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Eleven: 'In the car on the way up Mummy was asking how we'd describe you to a police officer.' (I chose to not think about that question too deeply).<br />
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Me: 'And...?'<br />
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Eleven: 'Short....sorry Kate but you <i>are, </i>blonde curly hair and....CRAZY!'<br />
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Me: 'Crazy?!'<br />
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Eleven: 'Nine said that!'<br />
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Some time later I said to Nine: 'So I hear that Mummy asked you guys how you'd explain me to a police officer?'<br />
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Nine: 'Yes!'<br />
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Me: 'And?'<br />
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Nine: 'Short, blonde curly hair that goes down between your top lip and your chin, with mousey ringlets and crazy.'<br />
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Me: 'Crazy?!'<br />
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Nine: 'Eleven said that!'<br />
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I don't know whether to feel proud or short.laughykatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14384594781439897282noreply@blogger.com2