When my very best friend, Adina got married 6 years ago she asked me to devise something that would be fun and entertaining so all her guests would interact during her wedding breakfast.
"Do something to get them all to talk to each other!" was the statement she made. "By doing what?" I quickly replied "I don't know" she said with exasperation "you're good at this sort of thing".
So "this sort of thing" became www.tabletasks.com because that is exactly what people do. They do a task at the table, and they have really good fun fulfilling that task laid down before them.
Everyone likes to feel important in some way shape or form and with www.tabletasks.com it is a great way to make each person at your event feel special.
Monday, 23 November 2009
Thursday, 29 October 2009
Is it?
Is it just me or do you find yourself finding things to do that you shouldn't be doing.
Right now I am meant to be devising a new programme to set for my website but I find myself busying myself with other things to do. Just like when you were at school in the infants and you would find yourself looking out of the window watching the gardener man on that big lawnmower and thinking to yourself, "Oh can't wait 'til break when I can go outside and make a birds nest with all that grass so the birds won't have to bother doing it themselves". Or when you hit secondary school and you would sit staring out the window during either double Maths or double Physics on a random Wednesday afternoon thinking "Oh come on school bell ring so I can go home, take out the biscuit tin and watch the next installment of Neighbours, as Helen Daniels has just had a stroke and I am concerned for her welfare. Jim doesn't seem too bothered and that girl that has just moved in has got way to big a perm and is not actually that pretty it's more spiral than spring tight!".
I often find that I can quite easily make myself busy doing anything other than the one thing I am really meant to be doing. Today I caught myself sorting under my bed placing my shoes in a form of alphabetical order based on colour and heel size. Now I am not a sufferer of OCD but I think I could easily find myself orgainising my way there. Who sorts their shoes out? and why are they under my bed in the first place and not in the wardrobe like everyone elses? This my new friends is why Blogging is going to get in the way of everything.
Remember keeping a diary as a teenager? I do. I lied in my diary!! ALOT. I know it's almost like lying to yourself but I did it anyway. Dear Diary ...... and then a bunch of made up over dramatised ideas of how I'd actually wanted my day to pan out......
Ie: Tuesday October 12th Dear Diary. Today in Physics Mr Perrin (who everyone fancies particularly Claire Leatherbarrow from Mrs Swifts form) gave me a wink and I just ignored him. I know he was winking at me because he mouthed my name when he did it........
Mr Perin was a happily married man with two kids and to be fair to him he never once winked at me let alone mouthed my name, in fact I don't even think I was in his class!! Poor man, imagine if my mum had read my diary? She'd have been in his class, lighting a buson burner, opening the valve and burning his whats-its-mackallies over the harsh hot blue flame. My mum is quite a laid back soul and always respected my privacy. "Young girls have a tendancy to exagerate" she'd say. "Thats rubbish" would be my intellectual 15 year old reply. Then I would sculk off and proceed to lie in my diary.
I have always been a bit "drama" as my Auntie Irene would call me. Not "diva" that's different but just a bit "drama".
Anyways drama or not this important report that I need to put on www.tabletasks.com is not writing itself and you aren't helping.
Perhaps just before I do that I could go and organise my take out menus into alphabetical order .......................
Laters
Tabletasks
Right now I am meant to be devising a new programme to set for my website but I find myself busying myself with other things to do. Just like when you were at school in the infants and you would find yourself looking out of the window watching the gardener man on that big lawnmower and thinking to yourself, "Oh can't wait 'til break when I can go outside and make a birds nest with all that grass so the birds won't have to bother doing it themselves". Or when you hit secondary school and you would sit staring out the window during either double Maths or double Physics on a random Wednesday afternoon thinking "Oh come on school bell ring so I can go home, take out the biscuit tin and watch the next installment of Neighbours, as Helen Daniels has just had a stroke and I am concerned for her welfare. Jim doesn't seem too bothered and that girl that has just moved in has got way to big a perm and is not actually that pretty it's more spiral than spring tight!".
I often find that I can quite easily make myself busy doing anything other than the one thing I am really meant to be doing. Today I caught myself sorting under my bed placing my shoes in a form of alphabetical order based on colour and heel size. Now I am not a sufferer of OCD but I think I could easily find myself orgainising my way there. Who sorts their shoes out? and why are they under my bed in the first place and not in the wardrobe like everyone elses? This my new friends is why Blogging is going to get in the way of everything.
Remember keeping a diary as a teenager? I do. I lied in my diary!! ALOT. I know it's almost like lying to yourself but I did it anyway. Dear Diary ...... and then a bunch of made up over dramatised ideas of how I'd actually wanted my day to pan out......
Ie: Tuesday October 12th Dear Diary. Today in Physics Mr Perrin (who everyone fancies particularly Claire Leatherbarrow from Mrs Swifts form) gave me a wink and I just ignored him. I know he was winking at me because he mouthed my name when he did it........
Mr Perin was a happily married man with two kids and to be fair to him he never once winked at me let alone mouthed my name, in fact I don't even think I was in his class!! Poor man, imagine if my mum had read my diary? She'd have been in his class, lighting a buson burner, opening the valve and burning his whats-its-mackallies over the harsh hot blue flame. My mum is quite a laid back soul and always respected my privacy. "Young girls have a tendancy to exagerate" she'd say. "Thats rubbish" would be my intellectual 15 year old reply. Then I would sculk off and proceed to lie in my diary.
I have always been a bit "drama" as my Auntie Irene would call me. Not "diva" that's different but just a bit "drama".
Anyways drama or not this important report that I need to put on www.tabletasks.com is not writing itself and you aren't helping.
Perhaps just before I do that I could go and organise my take out menus into alphabetical order .......................
Laters
Tabletasks
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
Explaining the W frown
The definition from the free Dictionary describes a frown: To wrinkle the brow, as in thought or displeasure.
In my previous blog I explained that when my friend suggested I write a blog I returned her suggestion with my W frown. This is a frown that uncontrolably takes over my brow when I least expect it to. Now I wasn't displeasured nor was I really in thought as the description so clearly describes in the Free Dictionary!
So it seems my W frown is what some would call one of my characteristics. I think that means I do it even when I do not know I'm doing it, perhaps rather like when one picks or bites their nails, grinds their teeth or as some of you will now be doing twidling their hair. However my "endearing" (as my friend politely calls it) characteristc of frowning must occur more often that I first thought. I wonder how many others have this random action of frowning when we don't realise it.
Now I think of myself as a rather good natured and generally happy person most of the time, but as I am sat typing this right now I have a mirror on my dining room wall to the left of me and I have just found myself once again doing this random W frown.
On closer inspection I have now realised that this W has now dented my brow (just at the top of my nose right in the centre of my once wrinkle free face) and I am not sure any amount of Boots Protect and prod, or whatever it's impressive name is, is going to help me. My husband as I speak is painting our bedroom with one of those new paint pod toys and he began this morning by polyfillering-in the big dents that somehow arrived in the wall. (Nothing to do with me kicking my 5' high heels off one night in a drunken stupur) Maybe with some help I could secretly snatch that polyfiller and rectify what is now clearly looking like the grand canyon.
I am finding it quite alarming that I have spent the past probably ten minutes of my life glaring at myself in the mirror on my dining room wall with the curtains open and my neighbours probably wondering why I am staring at myself and also the fact that I am still in my pyjamas which aren't really pyjamas but a miss mash of my husbands old t-shirt and some clean boxer shorts I think he had layed out for himself this morning!!!!
Right I have now gone the complete opposite and am sat here typing with a permanent look of suprise on my face for fear of slipping back to my comfortable W frown position which I must so often do as the dent really is very dented.
I wonder how many of you have been reading this with a frown and are now sat there wondering if you have any frown lines and then looking closely and trying to convince yourself that they are laughter lines. . . . . . But let me tell you my new friends that's a frown line you have just found and although you think your a happy go lucky person your dented forehead is telling you that you frown more than you think.
I will now leave you, hopefully not to spend the rest of the night with a permanent expression of suprise in fear that you too may get a W frown line.
Happy W frown evading.
Tabletasks
In my previous blog I explained that when my friend suggested I write a blog I returned her suggestion with my W frown. This is a frown that uncontrolably takes over my brow when I least expect it to. Now I wasn't displeasured nor was I really in thought as the description so clearly describes in the Free Dictionary!
So it seems my W frown is what some would call one of my characteristics. I think that means I do it even when I do not know I'm doing it, perhaps rather like when one picks or bites their nails, grinds their teeth or as some of you will now be doing twidling their hair. However my "endearing" (as my friend politely calls it) characteristc of frowning must occur more often that I first thought. I wonder how many others have this random action of frowning when we don't realise it.
Now I think of myself as a rather good natured and generally happy person most of the time, but as I am sat typing this right now I have a mirror on my dining room wall to the left of me and I have just found myself once again doing this random W frown.
On closer inspection I have now realised that this W has now dented my brow (just at the top of my nose right in the centre of my once wrinkle free face) and I am not sure any amount of Boots Protect and prod, or whatever it's impressive name is, is going to help me. My husband as I speak is painting our bedroom with one of those new paint pod toys and he began this morning by polyfillering-in the big dents that somehow arrived in the wall. (Nothing to do with me kicking my 5' high heels off one night in a drunken stupur) Maybe with some help I could secretly snatch that polyfiller and rectify what is now clearly looking like the grand canyon.
I am finding it quite alarming that I have spent the past probably ten minutes of my life glaring at myself in the mirror on my dining room wall with the curtains open and my neighbours probably wondering why I am staring at myself and also the fact that I am still in my pyjamas which aren't really pyjamas but a miss mash of my husbands old t-shirt and some clean boxer shorts I think he had layed out for himself this morning!!!!
Right I have now gone the complete opposite and am sat here typing with a permanent look of suprise on my face for fear of slipping back to my comfortable W frown position which I must so often do as the dent really is very dented.
I wonder how many of you have been reading this with a frown and are now sat there wondering if you have any frown lines and then looking closely and trying to convince yourself that they are laughter lines. . . . . . But let me tell you my new friends that's a frown line you have just found and although you think your a happy go lucky person your dented forehead is telling you that you frown more than you think.
I will now leave you, hopefully not to spend the rest of the night with a permanent expression of suprise in fear that you too may get a W frown line.
Happy W frown evading.
Tabletasks
Would you?
When a very good friend of mine suggested I write a blog I did my W frown. This is the name my friend so kindly gives my forehead when I do not respond verbally to her but give her a certain look that ends with a sort of furrowing of my brow that forms almost a W shape! I know! and she is a friend!
Anyway I digress. This friend finds what I have to say actually quite funny which is great as if she didn't she is doing a very good job of lying - and seeing as she is an actor I find myself now doubting this friendship at all. See is this what blogging does? Does it mean you actually write your internal monologue down for others to analyse. I hope not!
Again I digress. Well I thought I would give it a go and see if it is of some interest to you.
I found myself starting up my own business for the very first time in February this year. It was all exciting at first and I was all "bring it on!" not so much "bring it on" now as "bring back my life".
Perhaps I should invite you into a small part of who I am. I actually have a job already and wasn't really looking to start a new business but I felt friend pressure; you know the pressure I mean. When all your friends are telling you to do something because you will be really good at it, so you do it and spend all your time e-mailing and now look Blogging, and they are out at the park or in the sun having a life that you used to have before they told you to start a business that they wanted you to do but you didnt realise that it would so drastically take over your life! Am I ranting? Was that a rant? I didn't mean it to be a rant. Oops.
So I created Tabletasks. I have a website would you care to look? www.tabletasks.com go on have a mooch and I'll catch up with you later. There's even a video of one wedding we did.
Laters
Tabletasks
Anyway I digress. This friend finds what I have to say actually quite funny which is great as if she didn't she is doing a very good job of lying - and seeing as she is an actor I find myself now doubting this friendship at all. See is this what blogging does? Does it mean you actually write your internal monologue down for others to analyse. I hope not!
Again I digress. Well I thought I would give it a go and see if it is of some interest to you.
I found myself starting up my own business for the very first time in February this year. It was all exciting at first and I was all "bring it on!" not so much "bring it on" now as "bring back my life".
Perhaps I should invite you into a small part of who I am. I actually have a job already and wasn't really looking to start a new business but I felt friend pressure; you know the pressure I mean. When all your friends are telling you to do something because you will be really good at it, so you do it and spend all your time e-mailing and now look Blogging, and they are out at the park or in the sun having a life that you used to have before they told you to start a business that they wanted you to do but you didnt realise that it would so drastically take over your life! Am I ranting? Was that a rant? I didn't mean it to be a rant. Oops.
So I created Tabletasks. I have a website would you care to look? www.tabletasks.com go on have a mooch and I'll catch up with you later. There's even a video of one wedding we did.
Laters
Tabletasks
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