Yes, that’s the right, the adorable chocky lab… that I dearly love and adore… is a bloody pig! He’s a puppy so he eats like it’s his last meal. He’s a lab so he eats like it’s his last meal. He’s a dog… That’s all fine and dandy, but I know this, so know when to say ‘no’ to those adorable chocky brown eyes staring up at me giving me the, ‘if you’re eating, surely you should share, even though you’ve just given me my dinner’ look… I sometimes succumb, I sometimes give a stern ‘no’.
I was meeting up with some interstate friends in the glorious Byron Bay for the weekend and had assumed they’d book a B&B or whathaveyou. When they emailed saying they were camping, I was stoked. I’ve been gaggin’ for a camping trip since the weather’s started to warm up and what better place than Byron, RIGHT on the beach.
I bought a fish on the weekend. A very gorgeous bright blue Siamese fighting fish. They don’t take up much space – in fact, their ideal living environs is in as little water as that contained in a coffee mug-sized vessel [so I'm told?] He’s very cool and so far, seems happy enough in his new home - my blue bathroom.
I bought one ‘cos I think they look cool. That’s it, really. As a child I think we had goldfish from time to time - that would inevitably die after a short time - but I don’t recall ever being …
He he he! While I’ve not managed to get my hands on the photos of Chris in his ‘purple velvet dress’ [please send/post if anyone does!!!], I did manage a wee bit of payback [for his evil photography] this morning…
Last night I was out having some pub grub and ‘light’ beers w my soon-to-be S-E Asia travel buddy [yay! but that's a whole 'nother blog entry in itself...] and Chris was meeting up w BnA traveloguer George-akaSwagman-Dunn and his brother, Joe. We were possibly going to hook up, but by the time dins was over, our visa …
Okay, seeing as everyone keeps asking WHY the hell I had a toothbrush AND paste in my handbag whilst on a night out, I’ve decided to explain it once and for all. A lot of people are assuming it’s so I’m ‘fully prepared’ to ‘pick up’ with fresh breath [ah, no!] or even more prepared [not to mention presumptious!] for ‘the morning after’ [ah, no!], and many are simply calling me a weirdo.
I have a toothbrush and toothpaste in my handbag AT ALL TIMES. Why? Very simply, in case I don’t have time to brush my teeth when I …
That got yer attention didn’t it?! Now before you ask if he’s merely perving at chicks again, or is actually considering plastic surgery, I’ll tell you it’s neither. But, it is what he said to me when I told him I got a ‘discount’ at the mechanic’s for my car service. While we convex breasted ones do get away with a few things, and perhaps a bit of favouritism for having larger mammary glands, there was, as there invariably is, a catch.
I couldn’t stop crying on my way to work this morning. Not a bad thing, and long overdue, perhaps. Maybe ‘it’s a girl thing’, but there’s nothing like a good howl to remind you that you’re alive. And it’s been a while for me, so it also reminded me that, yes, I have feelings and am in fact, a very emotional person. Now anyone who knows me knows that, but, I have to say, I’ve not felt much/shown as much for the last while…
After consecutive weekends [some would say my lifetime!] of indulgence, and a potential one on the way, I actually decided against it.
Not that I make a habit of indulging in celebrity tabloid news, but this piece certainly put a twinkle in my eye…
Lock up yer daughters, Ledger is a single man…
Splitsville for glamour couple
Stalker Ging
Well, so far so good! Had me first GKR [Go-Kan-Ryu!] karate ‘training’ in the ‘dojo’ last night!