Decided at midnight last night,that I fancied a drinkie!
So Iopened the bottle of wine that Garthy from next door bought me from Spain.
I finished that rather quickly and moved onto Vodka.
Needless to say I have a rather persistant hangover this morning!
Why do I do this to myself!
Natasha will be so angry since we meant to be on diet for our lovely holiday in Thailand.
Well she is,and she's lost 2kgs already,while I on the other hand drink all night and eat prawn crisps!
Now all I can think about is a fish burger from Nahoon Fisheries!!!
They make the best burgers.OOOOOOOOO I would fly home right now for one of those!
Will h ave to indulge myself today with some fast food!
Forgive me stomach for making you fatter!!!!!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Werewolf in Paris
Paris is BEAUTIFUL!
There must be a million better words to describe Paris,but it actually leaves you speachless.
Walking through the streets of Paris I got this buzzing feeling inside.This has been the set of so many historical stories. The great artists worked and lived here,the Moulin Rouge was alive here, Carrie Bradshaw finally got Big here! All the important things!
You cant help but feel like you are part of something greater while walking in Paris.
Yes of course,it is crawling with tourists,more than I imagined,and its rather holiday maker touristy,but its PARIS! Everything is an artwork,the awning of a building,the glass window panes.each cobble laid in the streets.
Seeing the Iffel Tower is a strange experiance. You walk and walk and walk and then suddenly there it is,and its like,oh ok,now what. Its just there. So u look up at it in the glaring light.......and then............................And then what? Nothing,you buy and ice-cream or chocolate crepes,take a few photies and move on. An all together very anti-climatic experiance!
Stunning tho.
I now know why the french are so arrogant, its because they have the goods to back it up!
There must be a million better words to describe Paris,but it actually leaves you speachless.
Walking through the streets of Paris I got this buzzing feeling inside.This has been the set of so many historical stories. The great artists worked and lived here,the Moulin Rouge was alive here, Carrie Bradshaw finally got Big here! All the important things!
You cant help but feel like you are part of something greater while walking in Paris.
Yes of course,it is crawling with tourists,more than I imagined,and its rather holiday maker touristy,but its PARIS! Everything is an artwork,the awning of a building,the glass window panes.each cobble laid in the streets.
Seeing the Iffel Tower is a strange experiance. You walk and walk and walk and then suddenly there it is,and its like,oh ok,now what. Its just there. So u look up at it in the glaring light.......and then............................And then what? Nothing,you buy and ice-cream or chocolate crepes,take a few photies and move on. An all together very anti-climatic experiance!
Stunning tho.
I now know why the french are so arrogant, its because they have the goods to back it up!
Monday, May 18, 2009
Electric Toothbrush!
I went grocery shopping on Saturday and landed taking a turn to the household appliances section. Browsing up and down the aisles looking at all the things it takes to furnish a home, flat screen TV and silver fridges to the not so essential coffee grinders,yoghurt makers, heated towel rails and electric flour scales.
This all got me thinking about what an about turn I've made in my life.
2 years ago I was all for buying things for my "home",need we forget the joy I felt at finding my favourite knives and forks at Mr P home one fine Saturday morning. Those knives and forks single handedly created a vision in my head of a Lunch at my "house" in the summer with all my friends and their families(in my vision they all have kids!) running around,theres a large table set up in the garden with what look like grannies bed sheets as a table cloth,Im sure they not actually sheets,bet its some fab vintage tablecloth Im still going to find, and there are mismatched vases of flowers picked from my garden. On this table are the knives and forks and they are just perfect!
There were also blue drinking glasses.Dark ocean blue. I searched for these glasses for years,I still have not found them,but I will.
I get sidetracked.
So while walking around the household appliance department I realised that Im very far from the table in the garden. Im more of solitary knife with no fork to tie my future together with.
But this does not get me down,instead I find myself purchasing an electric toothbrush.
This is my first electric toothbrush ever.
Why has it taken me so long to buy one you may wonder,well toothbrushes(much like the rest of my life) are disposable so the thought of having to look after one for months if not years is a bit daunting. No longer leaving them in hotel rooms for poor cleaners to dispose of( horrid thought-what if they dont dispose of them-yuk!!!! Someone could be using my old toothbrush right now!!!!) or buying new ones when I do grocery shopping-just because I like the colour!
No,buying an electric toothbrush is a commitment.Its taking a stand and saying,I will be responsible and look after this toothbrush through good times and bad,in plaque and tooth decay forever and ever as long as we both shall brush!
I actually felt really grown up paying for my brush,I felt as if the counter lady looked at me as more of a serious customer than she would at say me last month buying a pink and silver disposable brush with glitter bristles(that was a classic that found itself all alone in a hotel room in Sydey-hope a good person found him and took him sight seeing-maybe they giving him a better life than I ever could!)
So it was with my shoulders back I walked home to charge my brush.The symbolism of my purchase obvious only to me. I even bought new toothpaste for the occasion.No good having old paste for a new brush,its like wearing a new fitout over old grey knickers with broken elastic-just not right!!!!
It took me ages to open the box,the plastic so thick I had to use the kitchen scissors to pry my purchase from its clinging clutches,not like the cheap brushes that are in a cardboard casing.
Finally its free and Im desperate to use it straight away but I plug it in to charge.
I brush my teeth for the last time with my old brush before going to bed,knowing that in the morning I get to use my new super sonic one.
I go to sleep with it charging next to my bed-very ominous!
Finally the day breaks and I hop up to clean to my teeth.
iIput the new toothpaste on and take a long look at myself in the mirror.This is it,Im all grown up. On I push it.................and nothing! NOTHING!!!! there is no glimmer of life,just a dead piece of plastic in my hand with a round head of bristles.
The tears in my eyes are real!
Maybe this is the universes way of telling me Im not grown up enough yet for this symbol of womenhood.
No Im destined to be a disposable brush girl.
The electric toothbrush now sits on my desk staring at me and gathering dust a constant reminder of my not readiness to be a grown-up!!!!!
This all got me thinking about what an about turn I've made in my life.
2 years ago I was all for buying things for my "home",need we forget the joy I felt at finding my favourite knives and forks at Mr P home one fine Saturday morning. Those knives and forks single handedly created a vision in my head of a Lunch at my "house" in the summer with all my friends and their families(in my vision they all have kids!) running around,theres a large table set up in the garden with what look like grannies bed sheets as a table cloth,Im sure they not actually sheets,bet its some fab vintage tablecloth Im still going to find, and there are mismatched vases of flowers picked from my garden. On this table are the knives and forks and they are just perfect!
There were also blue drinking glasses.Dark ocean blue. I searched for these glasses for years,I still have not found them,but I will.
I get sidetracked.
So while walking around the household appliance department I realised that Im very far from the table in the garden. Im more of solitary knife with no fork to tie my future together with.
But this does not get me down,instead I find myself purchasing an electric toothbrush.
This is my first electric toothbrush ever.
Why has it taken me so long to buy one you may wonder,well toothbrushes(much like the rest of my life) are disposable so the thought of having to look after one for months if not years is a bit daunting. No longer leaving them in hotel rooms for poor cleaners to dispose of( horrid thought-what if they dont dispose of them-yuk!!!! Someone could be using my old toothbrush right now!!!!) or buying new ones when I do grocery shopping-just because I like the colour!
No,buying an electric toothbrush is a commitment.Its taking a stand and saying,I will be responsible and look after this toothbrush through good times and bad,in plaque and tooth decay forever and ever as long as we both shall brush!
I actually felt really grown up paying for my brush,I felt as if the counter lady looked at me as more of a serious customer than she would at say me last month buying a pink and silver disposable brush with glitter bristles(that was a classic that found itself all alone in a hotel room in Sydey-hope a good person found him and took him sight seeing-maybe they giving him a better life than I ever could!)
So it was with my shoulders back I walked home to charge my brush.The symbolism of my purchase obvious only to me. I even bought new toothpaste for the occasion.No good having old paste for a new brush,its like wearing a new fitout over old grey knickers with broken elastic-just not right!!!!
It took me ages to open the box,the plastic so thick I had to use the kitchen scissors to pry my purchase from its clinging clutches,not like the cheap brushes that are in a cardboard casing.
Finally its free and Im desperate to use it straight away but I plug it in to charge.
I brush my teeth for the last time with my old brush before going to bed,knowing that in the morning I get to use my new super sonic one.
I go to sleep with it charging next to my bed-very ominous!
Finally the day breaks and I hop up to clean to my teeth.
iIput the new toothpaste on and take a long look at myself in the mirror.This is it,Im all grown up. On I push it.................and nothing! NOTHING!!!! there is no glimmer of life,just a dead piece of plastic in my hand with a round head of bristles.
The tears in my eyes are real!
Maybe this is the universes way of telling me Im not grown up enough yet for this symbol of womenhood.
No Im destined to be a disposable brush girl.
The electric toothbrush now sits on my desk staring at me and gathering dust a constant reminder of my not readiness to be a grown-up!!!!!
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