The Ditsy Chronicles

Cleo Twyford is dodging minor disasters, indulging in
chick chat and wielding random insignificant theories.
(And talking about herself in third person)

 
Ditsy Event of the Day
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Whenever I make a trip to the hardware store I make a concerted effort not to sound ditsy - but without fail sound like the biggest ditsy girl (Can you be in your thirties and still call yourself a girl? Probably not, but I think I'll be 85 and still calling myself a girl. Hopefully I'll be less ditsy by then too. Okay so that's not likely)
Anyway I march resolutely into the hardware store yesterday and before I can stop it, the ditsy babble starts tumbling unhindered from my mouth.
Yeah, I want one of those thingies, you know, they are kind of plastic thingies that you use [insert horrible high-pitched giggle and completely indecipherable hand movements] to pop in the wall to stop the whatchimacallits coming out.
To say the guy's face was 'puzzled' is an understatement.

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posted by Cleo Twyford @ 10:43 AM   0 comments  
Puzzling Things #2
Monday, February 27, 2006
Is it just me or are hard-boiled eggs harder to peel these days? Maybe chickens are more anally retentive - or I've just lost the knack :(

Puzzling Things #1
posted by Cleo Twyford @ 11:08 AM   0 comments  
Minor weird fleeting obsessive compulsive behaviour
Thursday, February 23, 2006
It's bad enough that I have been indulging in food obsessive compulsive behaviour - I am restrained enough not to buy chocolate at the supermarket but have been resorting to eating the powdered drinking chocolate with a spoon (It's not a pretty sight when it gets stuck in your throat then comes back out in a brown cloud via a cough and splutter) -
But I seem to have developed an obsession with toilet paper, where I am so convinced that the sheets should come from the top of the loo roll that if I am at someone's house and they come from underneath, I am compelled to turn their toilet roll around before I use it. I really need to get some new interests.
posted by Cleo Twyford @ 10:56 AM   0 comments  
I'm usually spacey, but not like this
Monday, February 20, 2006
I feel a bit like I'm in the twilight zone today - I keep seeing Kevin Spacey lookalikes everywhere. It's like someone's let loose a whole bunch of Spacey doppelgangers into my neighbourhood. Or maybe Kevin Spacey really is delivering second-hand furniture from the charity shop, or buying exotic mushrooms from the Asian grocery.
And while I'm at it, an Ellen lookalike takes aqua aerobics at my gym. I wonder if she is paranoid about my staring at her all the time. I would be ;)
posted by Cleo Twyford @ 5:10 PM   1 comments  
Men's fashion that should be banned #9
Friday, February 17, 2006
How many times do I have to tell you that white running shoes look completely crap with anything other than your gym gear? That means, NOT with your jeans, or worse, suit trousers - that's worthy of a public, out-loud eeeeeeeeeeeuw.

Men's fashion that should be banned #8

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posted by Cleo Twyford @ 9:20 AM   2 comments  
Ditsy Event of the Day
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
So I went away on the weekend and stayed with a friend in this establishment that seemed to have a maze of corridors - well this is my excuse for the fact that when I went from the dining room to find my room, I got completely lost and found myself in the staff quarters. Then, of course, I run into a staff member.
Me: Oh have you seen my friend? (who is, I know, back in the dining room)
Staff Member: I'll just go and look for him
Me: Thanks, that would be great.
So the staff member goes running off and I go back to the dining room to ask my friend which way my room is.

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posted by Cleo Twyford @ 10:06 AM   0 comments  
Weird elbow party trick
Thursday, February 09, 2006
I'm not one to laugh at other people's deformities, but when it comes to my own, well, no holds barred, I'll do anything to get a laugh.

And I'm not the only one with weird double-jointed elbows either -


But it's okay when I choose to make myself the centre of attention by getting my bizarre elbows out; but sometimes they just pop out on their own. Like in a spin class at the gym last week where the instructor had to keep stopping because you look so strange, I can't work out what's wrong. She tried adjusting the seat, the handlebars, making me sit forward, sit back. I didn't want to tell her it was the dodgy elbows.

So as it turns out I'll never be a poster child for Spinning. Shame
posted by Cleo Twyford @ 11:01 AM   4 comments  
Frizzy hair conspiracy theory
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
The frizzy-haired beauty left, Zalumma Agra, was known as the "Star of the East". She was said to be the daughter of a prince from the mountainous region of the Black Sea-the purported birthplace of the Caucasian race. As the "purest" type of white person, Circassian women were said to be the most beautiful on earth, prized by Turkish sultans for their harems (the frizzier their hair the better - ok I added that bit).

So this obviously proves that there are some evil marketing schemers out there masking the fact that frizzy hair is, after all, beautiful and perfect, in order to make us feel that we should spend lots of money on hideously overpriced product.

(Really I am just trying to console myself since I have uncontrollable frizziness and no amount of serum, frizz ease, hair moisturiser or smoother makes one jot of difference. Hurrumph.)

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posted by Cleo Twyford @ 10:31 AM   3 comments  
Men's fashion that should be banned #8
Friday, February 03, 2006
This one lurks in both professional and casual circles, and hell, it seems to have traversed the decades. That's some staying power to make it from the eighties to the next century.

A chambray blue shirt with cream/beige pants, oft teamed with a yellow tie (the tie is the worst case scenario). Ugh.

Remember, just because you see other people wearing this outfit, IT DOESN'T MEAN IT'S GOOD.

Men's fashion that should be banned #7

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posted by Cleo Twyford @ 10:27 AM   0 comments  
 
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