| Red-faced after Halloween party |
| Monday, October 30, 2006 |
| I went to a Halloween party on Saturday night but I haven't managed to remove the fake blood entirely from my chin. Scrubbing only seemed to make the redness worse, so today I had to resort to other methods of covering it up. The best I could do was to try to coordinate my outfit in order to reduce the impact of the red stain. It's not working, as am getting some very strange looks (I'm expecting someone to ask me whether I ate beetroot for lunch). |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 3:04 PM |
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| Ditsy Event of the Day |
| Thursday, October 26, 2006 |
I made it to gym early enough to do a class (By getting up at a time with a 5 as the first number. eek). In the class I reminded myself not to try to befriend the (new) instructor, you know, after the embarrassing supermarket incident.
So she is saying to someone else at the end of the class "...and he said 'girls don't sweat'", so I yell out, 'and they don't fart either'.
No response. CringeLabels: ditsy event of the day |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 9:41 AM |
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| Shower me with gifts - oh go on |
| Monday, October 23, 2006 |
All women love presents. It's true. On the weekend a friend told me her boy had surprised her with a facial and massage at a health spa. I was just contemplating this while looking at my Mickey Mouse highlighter pen. This was the only gift my last love interest pushed, unwrapped, in my direction. Sigh
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| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 4:11 PM |
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| Ditsy event of the day |
| Monday, October 16, 2006 |
I was trying to impress a friend's almost-3-year-old girl at the park by leaning back precariously on a wooden fence yesterday, when of course I leant back too far, fell off and ended up flat on my back. I had rolled backwards off the log fence and in the process my t-shirt had rolled up and as a result I had a big hurty scratch all the way up my back. She was still standing there looking at me, but she didn't look impressed; in fact, she had no expression whatsoever. I think she wasn't sure what to make of it all.
Anyway I was glad not to get any splinters because I had just laughed loudly at my friend's story about someone who had slid her backside across a church pew at a wedding to make room for someone else to sit down and got three splinters in her nether regions; one of which refused to come out. nasty.Labels: ditsy event of the day |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 1:32 PM |
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| Practical cooking advice for women a.k.a ditsy event of the day |
| Thursday, October 12, 2006 |
| If you are going to use an evaporated milk substitute for coconut milk in a Thai green curry, don't add lemon juice (extreme curdle alert) Labels: ditsy event of the day, practical advice for women |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 3:46 PM |
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| Cake Fest 2006 |
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Well it's really called a more posh 'Afternoon Tea at the Grand Hyatt'. But in this, the third year of CAKE FEST, which I partook with cake aficionado JJ, I am celebrating the joy of the cake slither. I mean, you can consume A LOT of delicate slithers, but never actually eat a whole piece of cake ;)
We took great joy in telling the staff that we are going to come every year even when we're old, and stopped short of suggesting that they put up a 'life-time cake-fest members' plaque with our names on it (like they do at the bowling club).
There weren't many people there, which meant frequent visits to the cake buffet were all-too obvious, but bah, now we're in our thirties we don't care what people think ... okay I'm lying.
Anyway, I've spent lots of time considering my top 3 cakes. Here they are (in no particular order):
* Sticky date pudding * Lemon tart * Pecan pie
What's your top 3?
Picture the aftermath...(The sugar-high is responsible for the fuzziness, or possibly cake-fuelled excitement, or maybe even bad photography skills.)
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| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 10:55 AM |
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| Mad bag lady cycles shoeless through streets |
| Tuesday, October 10, 2006 |
It all started when the hot-water heater at home stopped heating water. Minor brainwave - I'll go to the gym for a shower. And, gosh I'm good at being all environmental, I'll ride my push bike.
But alas, my image of myself as strong, intelligent and resourceful in a time of crisis (as well as sensitive to global warming) was soon shattered -
I had forgotten my gym was closed for renovations meaning I had to ride to a gym branch further away.
It also turned out that while I had managed to pull it together enough to remember my underwear and clothes, I had forgotten my shoes (well appropriate shoes, since I'm not about to wear my gym shoes with a work outfit)
Then I mistakenly thought that it would be a good idea to check my mailbox on the way home. Among the usual small pile of bank statements and bills I had quite a few large packages - and no way of carrying them.
So I looked quite the picture riding home sans shoes, with wild unbrushed wet hair quickly being moulded into a lovely helmet shape absolutely perfect to wear to work, attempting to carry a bag of wet gym gear and trying desperately to hang on to all the packages and mail under one arm. HELLO mad lady. |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 4:25 PM |
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| Practical Advice for Women #3 |
| Friday, October 06, 2006 |
If you are going to ask someone "does my backside look big in this?" be prepared for them to say "yes" :(
Although there was some rather deft backpedalling - "but your backside isn't big, it's just those trousers make it look big."
(And I liked those trousers too)
Practical Advice for Women #2Labels: practical advice for women |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 12:17 PM |
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| George Bush sends me some honey-baked ham |
| Thursday, October 05, 2006 |
Today's random thoughts from the weird (but strangely attractive ;) ) mind of Twyford:
I wonder how many people get their baby names from spam now - and I don't even want to think how many people get their v.1agra from there.
I just got a spam email from 'George Bush' asking me if I want to buy handbags and purses, pens and Tiffany jewellery. I guess he'll need something to do after this term in office finishes ;)
Now I'm waiting for one from the Pope asking me if I want to buy a Rolex.
... And I'm not suggesting you call your next son George either, or Benedict for that matter. |
| posted by Cleo Twyford @ 11:01 AM |
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