| Horrible horrible hideous horrible event |
| Monday, January 30, 2006 |
It makes me cringe to even think about it ... so quite obviously it makes sense to tell everyone about it. (By the way this story is told by Ms Paranoid, who is the loudest member of my head committee.)
So there I am walking along busy touristy street in busy touristy place flanking busy touristy Great Ocean Road when one young bloke says out loud "are you kidding, she's like 40" and he seems to be looking my way.
Now it's one thing that they looked about 12 but they were probably old enough to drive, but I'm not 40 (sniff) - I'm not even close to 40.
So I spent the rest of the day examining wrinkles (real and imaginary) in every reflective surface. Ouch, I mean OUCH.Labels: head committee |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 7:58 PM |
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| Four Things |
| Wednesday, January 25, 2006 |
At the risk of exposing how trashy my tastes really are ... responding to a tag (from Sunny Jim)
Four Things
Four jobs I've had:
cleaner at my old school (humiliating)
Shop assistant in a handbag shop
suburban newspaper journo
trash mag slag
Four movies I can watch over and over
(This is where it gets embarrassing)
Serendipity
Before Sunset
Bridget Jones's Diary
Green Card (stop laughing)
Four places I have lived:
Sydney
London
Coventry, UK
Melbourne, Oz
Four television shows I love to watch:
French & Saunders
Lano & Woodley
Black Books
Smack the Pony
Four places I have been on vacation:
Tanzania
An island near Alesund in Norway (the actual name of which escapes me - consequence of getting older)
Estes Park, Colorado
Ireland
Four of my favourite dishes:
Green grapes
Hummus
Rice Vermicelli+ vegetables with lemongrass and chilli
chips, poached eggs and mushy peas (yeah orrrright)
Four websites I visit daily:
Jonathan Cainer. (Not for Pognophobics, but he's always very positive for everyone else)
The Age
Reuters Oddly Enough
Grumpy Old Bookman
Four places I would rather be right now:
Chatting, laughing, drinking and eating cake with JJ
Drinking coffee at Pellegrinis
At the Brunswick Street Book Store
On holiday (anywhere but here)
Four bloggers I am tagging:
Quackie (yeah he's a duck, but the only other blogger I know) |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 11:28 AM |
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| Ditsy Event of the Day (Well the entire week really) |
| Tuesday, January 24, 2006 |
It's okay to get a bit muddled during aerobics and face the entirely wrong direction when everyone else has prounced off to the back of the room, but to do it three times in one week during the same song at exactly the same point is a bit much. (But fact that I've been to the gym three times in one week is very good eh?)
I confess that instead of listening to what the instructor was saying I was:
1: Mesmorized by how my frizzy hair bopped up and down in the mirror
2: Too busy looking at the bottom of my shoe when kicking and congratulating myself on how high I was getting
3: Tutting about how the person in front of me kept making mistakes (hee hee)
To top it off, the last time I ditsed up the instructor said 'Hey! You did that last week'.Labels: ditsy event of the day |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 12:05 PM |
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| The hair crisis continues |
| Friday, January 20, 2006 |
I am experiencing a hair crisis of Crystal Tips proportions exacerbated by the fact that I can neither find a good hairdresser nor a frizzy hair product that really works.
But one of my friends who is a comrade in the war against frizzy hair is taking the fight one step further - she has pledged to stake out hairdressing salons. She is going to watch people go in and then check out the hairstyles when they come out, taking note of which hairdresser wields the scissors the best. She's taking it on as a full-time task until she succeeds.
Think I'm just going to sit back and reap the rewards when she finds one ;)Labels: hair |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 10:40 AM |
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| "Get me outta this doily" - If dogs could talk |
| Monday, January 16, 2006 |
It's one thing to get a bit carried away playing doggy dress-ups at your Nana's (obviously with her old bits of lace and wedding veil and pearls - see here and here) but it's quite another to flaunt it on the catwalk ... Yes, some 'designers' exposed their highly nana-fied dogs at a Tokyo fashion event last week.
Anyway I think nanas are quite obviously to blame - a nana was definitely involved in creating the pom pom for this dog's catwalk debut.
Liberate small dogs appeal |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 10:21 AM |
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| The mystery of the disappearing hairdresser |
| Friday, January 13, 2006 |
So far in my life I have lost perfectly good hairdressers for unfathomable reasons.
I've lost -
Two hairdressers to the study of Reiki and one to the study of Kinesiology
One to pregnancy and thus a life of one-person exclusive baby, child, teenager haircutting.
One to a life of haircutting on the Disney Cruise Ship (I tried to tell her that Mickey and Minnie don't need haircuts.)
And two who just disappeared without a trace.
It all proves that while you may find an excellent hairdresser, they are very flighty and you just can't depend on them being around long-term. I just don't think "if you love something, set it free ..." applies here, because really I love my hair and it is really very very hard to find a good hairdresser when navigating the follicle challenges of life.Labels: hair |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 9:46 PM |
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| The sisterhood of travelling uncomfortable pants |
| Thursday, January 12, 2006 |
It's one thing to spend the day in uncomfortable, crotch-hurting (albeit attractive) undies - Sheesh, you're lucky if one person gets to see sexy underwear when you wear it. Is it really worth the pain? - but why does it have to be socially unacceptable to pull them out of an uncomfortable place; you know, where the sun don't shine?
I dedicate this post to the particularly uncomfortable number I had the lack-of-foresight to don today ;) |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 12:17 PM |
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| Bring back the Cainer cravat campaign - alert #3 |
| Tuesday, January 10, 2006 |
A BEARD! A BEARD!
To all those people who suffer from pognophobia, don't go checking your stars on Jonathan Cainer's site today because he has a new picture and he's bearded.
I am mourning the cravat - it was very comforting getting my stars from a cravated astrologer. The make-up in the follow-up photo was not a patch on the cravat, but still okay. But a BEARD! UNSHAVEN! Obviously it means he's hiding something and I want to know the whole truth about my future - don't hold anything back JC.Labels: Bring back the Cainer Cravat campaign |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 12:58 PM |
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| Ditsy Event of the Day |
| Friday, January 06, 2006 |
I'm not sure the doctors' surgery is the best place to make a fool of myself - well unless they have some special cure-ditsiness tablets ;)
Anyhoo the doctor took me down a maze of corridors and of course I didn't take any note about which way I was going because I was too busy talking her ear off. So when I came out I was a bit lost and had to re-open the door to ask her which way to go.
I'm also not sure she really wanted to hear about my relationship history (in far-too-much detail).
But that wasn't the only ditsy thing I did - I remembered the last time I got an Implanon (matchstick contraception, basically) inserted in my arm that I had to pee so they could do a pregnancy test, because they don't insert them when you're pregnant. So I turn up to the surgery to get it replaced with another one and I'm bursting to go to the toilet, but hang on so I can do the test. When the receptionist finally calls me I ask her about the preggers pee test, and she goes:
Well no, because you've had that contraception in your arm for three years
Der! Oh well, I guess at least I'm organised enough to get contraception, even if I did leave the building dropping things.Labels: ditsy event of the day |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 2:03 PM |
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| One-week-after-New-Year's Resolutions |
| Wednesday, January 04, 2006 |
There's obviously far too much pressure attached to New Year's when it comes to making New Year's resolutions. Well this is my excuse since I have already broken all the usual ones (Not eating chocolate, dieting on anything green (lettuce, green capsicum and green jelly beans), exercising every day, insert other cliches here)
So I'm going to put New Year's resolutions behind me and start my own one-week-after-New-Year's resolutions. These will obviously be much easier to keep ;)
Yes WHY do I always break things? Do you get 7 years bad luck for breaking a New Year's resolution? If so, then what do you get for breaking 5? |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 5:02 PM |
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| Why do I always break things? |
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[A.K.A. Ditsy Events of the New Year]
Just sending the question out into the ether ... since already this year I have broken two glasses, a mirror and an entire bottle of wine (that fell out of the fridge door in slow motion and shattered at my feet.)Labels: ditsy event of the day |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 11:03 AM |
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| Ditsy event of the day |
| Monday, January 02, 2006 |
| Yesterday I discovered that it is not necessary to scream loudly when your friend says, oh look he's got a spider; because even though we have some very scary big black hairy spiders around here, the kind of spider that involves pouring fizzy drink over ice cream shouldn't evoke fear. Labels: ditsy event of the day |
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