I am seriously thinking about getting a kitten so I have been looking around local pet shops checking out different breeds, pet foods, play things etc. The Litter Kwitter was on sale at my local pet store. I thought this shit was just a joke on Meet The Parents - apparently though you can train your cat to use a toilet. I am so disturbed I am thinking about getting some goldfish instead.Thursday, April 23, 2009
From the WTF?!?! files...
I am seriously thinking about getting a kitten so I have been looking around local pet shops checking out different breeds, pet foods, play things etc. The Litter Kwitter was on sale at my local pet store. I thought this shit was just a joke on Meet The Parents - apparently though you can train your cat to use a toilet. I am so disturbed I am thinking about getting some goldfish instead.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Easter Boredom
I have made a decision that I will plan a getaway for every Easter break from next year until I am physically unable.
Good Friday kicked off with promise. An invitation for seafood lunch at a family friends house (mansion some may say) overlooking Coogee beach. However, upon waking that morning I realised it was actually a public holiday and my favourite breakfast eatery was closed –great…breakfast at home unless I could hold off until lunch – not an option for those that know me. Upon checking the contents of the fridge, there was only two items (three if you count the butter) some leftover Chinese food from the night before laced with meat (dog counts as a meat I am sure?) and a bottle of champagne. Hmmm….what to do? My sister and I polished off the champagne in a mere half hour (well we were hungry) and then got ready for lunch. Our day was just beautiful, great food, good wine and great company. Fast forward till 10pm when it was time to leave and I left the confines of the mansion for a taxi home. I have decided that the fresh air is what went wrong. Soon as the fresh air hit me I went for somewhat of a tumble. I was quick to blame the high heels until someone pointed out that I was wearing Havaiana thongs. Next memory is me waking up on Saturday morning (at my home thankfully)…..I had fallen asleep on a pile of ironing and was still fully dressed from the night before. Oh the shame (and the pain!)…I had grazes all over me, no skin on my elbow and bruises everywhere. It was at that point that I considered I may be a little out of control and considered giving up drinking….well for the rest of the weekend anyway.
Given my body had given out on me; I spent the rest of the weekend horizontal….well that and the fact that everything was frigging closed. Boredom reached all time high on Monday with the shitty weather in Sydney which in turn led to my sister and me making up games. Yes, that is right. It was like we had gone back 20 years to our childhood. This is why I am never spending Easter at home again:
Game 1: Remote Control – who can fit the television remote control in their mouth the furthest. We did this for about 30 mins.
Game 2: Scratchy In The Hole – My sister rolling up pieces of foil from Easter eggs and trying to throw them at a target (the target being a hole in the leg of my pyjama pants). We did this for approx. 1 hour. Sad. Very, very sad.
Good Friday kicked off with promise. An invitation for seafood lunch at a family friends house (mansion some may say) overlooking Coogee beach. However, upon waking that morning I realised it was actually a public holiday and my favourite breakfast eatery was closed –great…breakfast at home unless I could hold off until lunch – not an option for those that know me. Upon checking the contents of the fridge, there was only two items (three if you count the butter) some leftover Chinese food from the night before laced with meat (dog counts as a meat I am sure?) and a bottle of champagne. Hmmm….what to do? My sister and I polished off the champagne in a mere half hour (well we were hungry) and then got ready for lunch. Our day was just beautiful, great food, good wine and great company. Fast forward till 10pm when it was time to leave and I left the confines of the mansion for a taxi home. I have decided that the fresh air is what went wrong. Soon as the fresh air hit me I went for somewhat of a tumble. I was quick to blame the high heels until someone pointed out that I was wearing Havaiana thongs. Next memory is me waking up on Saturday morning (at my home thankfully)…..I had fallen asleep on a pile of ironing and was still fully dressed from the night before. Oh the shame (and the pain!)…I had grazes all over me, no skin on my elbow and bruises everywhere. It was at that point that I considered I may be a little out of control and considered giving up drinking….well for the rest of the weekend anyway.
Given my body had given out on me; I spent the rest of the weekend horizontal….well that and the fact that everything was frigging closed. Boredom reached all time high on Monday with the shitty weather in Sydney which in turn led to my sister and me making up games. Yes, that is right. It was like we had gone back 20 years to our childhood. This is why I am never spending Easter at home again:
Game 1: Remote Control – who can fit the television remote control in their mouth the furthest. We did this for about 30 mins.
Game 2: Scratchy In The Hole – My sister rolling up pieces of foil from Easter eggs and trying to throw them at a target (the target being a hole in the leg of my pyjama pants). We did this for approx. 1 hour. Sad. Very, very sad.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Petite Anglaise
I am very tired today. I stayed up reading a book called Petite Anglaise by Catherine Sanderson last night till 3am. The book is a true story about an English woman (Catherine - pictured) who falls in love with a French man (Mr. Frog) and has a baby with him (Tadpole)...unhappy with her relationship with Mr. Frog she starts a blog, Petite Anglaise as an emotional outlet...She becomes an overnight blogging sensation and has hordes of followers who all tune in daily to get their fix on her unhappy relationship...She then falls in love with one of her blog followers, an English man called James (uurrgghhh I hate James) and has an affair with him cheating on Mr. Frog. Things with James don't turn out and she is left as a lonely single mother trying to get her life back together...
And so the book ended. What a bloody let down. Where was the reconciliation with Mr. Frog that I thought was bound to happen? I was seriously pissed at Catherine on finishing the book so decided to check out her blog...Quite a fascinating story and worth a look if you like a real life love drama!
Shout Out To The Height Challenged
Please, please, please just accept that you are challenged in the height department and embrace it. A platform shoe on a man is social suicide as evidenced in the picture of the normally v. sexy Robert Downey Jnr.....
Miijo - House of Harlow
Miijo is a must visit for anyone that is struggling to find places that stock hot new products seen on OS fashionistas. Loving House of Harlow range of jewellery designed by the lovely Nicole Ritchie. I am loving the black cuff pictured in her stunning range.
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