I have two lovely new pairs of shoes.
They’re my favourite ‘mary janes’.
A black pair and a burgundy pair.
Comfortable and stylish. (I think so anyway.)
One day I’ll wear one burgundy shoe and one black shoe – just to see if anyone’s paying attention.

Yes, it was a nice morning.
I noticed it when I got up at 10 past six.
I noticed it in the car on the way to the park.
I noticed it as I ran around the oval to ‘limber up’ for the training session with Adam.
I noticed it as I hung out on the cricket pitch in the middle of Footscray Park waiting for Adam to show up.
I noticed it as we took Maisie for a walk to the rabbits because Adam didn’t show.
Yep, I noticed it alright.

Skimming down the Danube River between Vienna and Budapest by hydrofoil.
Good, huh?
PS. Yes, yes. I know. It requires organisation etc. Nevertheless…

Overheard in the office.

K: “You know … Moss Cass? The first federal Minister for the Environment. Appointed by Whitlam.”

C: “I thought she was dead”.

K: “She? She’s a he. I heard him give a lecture a little while ago.”

C: “Moss Cass. I didn’t know about the environment thing. I thought she was a singer. And I’m sure she’s dead.”

K: “I think you mean Mama Cass.”

C: “Oh.”

Thanks to my friend Tony, I’m getting a CD signed by Deborah Conway.
But what should I get her to write?
According to some, I might go for “You look like me!”
Would that be crass?
What other possibilities are there?

I’d decided to make risotto for some near and dear people on the weekend. Just a simple one – not much more than the basic ingredients.
But it would be lovely and creamy given an hour or so of continuous stirring and the addition of the best parmesan cheese I could find.
The appetisers were arranged, the salads assembled, the dessert done – just the risotto to go.
I chopped into an onion. Oooh – it’s gone bad. Yuck.
Get another one. A dwindling supply – only two left. Well, I only need one, that’s ok.
I chopped into it. It had also gone bad.
Hmmm. I eyed the last onion.
Chop. It had gone all grey and squishy on the inside too!
Rats.
With such a basic recipe I couldn’t really do without one of the ingredients.
Solution?
Send boyfriend out in cold, dark night in search of onions. (Lucky he’s compliant or was hungry.)
Twenty minutes later and 50 cents poorer I had my nice brown onion.
Perhaps it wasn’t really a debacle after all.

A young friend of mine has discovered the gameboy.
Head down, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on the screen, he trails around behind his parents. Glancing neither left nor right, he is unusually silent. Occasionally one hears a garbled shout: “I’ve got level 37!!” Followed by more concentrated silence.
Conversation is difficult.
At the table, in the loungeroom, on the balcony, in the bedroom – he is totally focused on that small screen.
That is, until recently.
A gaming ‘incident’ saw him accidently drop the gameboy … in the toilet.
Shock. A rapid retrieval.
And then nothing.
A blank screen.
It took two days for the gameboy to dry out and recover itself.
But now it’s back to business as usual – with the exception that all gaming has been banned from the bathroom.

Hmmm… haven’t tried one of these before.

Youyou-Meme…

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Describe me in one word.
7. What was your first impression?
8. Do you still think that way about me now?
9. What reminds you of me?
10. If you could give me anything what would it be?
11. How well do you know me?
12. When’s the last time you saw me?
13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn’t?
14. Are you going to put this on your [blog] and see what I say about you?

Found on Spreegirl

If you would like to answer these, pop them in the comments…

I’ve been home from work the last couple of days. Yesterday because of a headachey, snuffly, croaky cold which I can’t seem to shake and today because of same but with the addition of having to sit the exam for this semester’s subject tonight. Double yuck.
Anyway, in between complex mathematical calculations designed to give me some idea how much I need to score on the exam in order to get the mark I want, the phone keeps ringing.
“Oooh,” I think, “someone nice to commiserate with the sickness/bloster my confidence for the exam. Excellent.”
Expectations high. I answer the phone.
“Good morning madam, you have been selected for an offer of a free mobile phone …”
Three times.
No, I don’t actually have one – that’s because I don’t want one.
It doesn’t make an difference that it’s free.
No there is no one else here who would like to take up the offer – unless, of course, your company is thinking of extending the offer to canines. (And she looks suspicious every time the phone rings anyway, so I’m not sure she’d be inclined to take it up either – not even for free.)
To my mind having another phone would simply double the chances of being rung by annoying people with offers I CAN refuse.
Sheesh.
Snuffle.

My housemate and I are yet to dump our personal trainer.
He keeps making excuses and not showing up!
One day he’ll sleep through his alarm.
The next he’ll have a chest infection.
His wisdom teeth have been known to act up.
Occasionally there’s been car trouble.
Today he had an “urgent erin”. (I’m not even sure what that is.)
I guess we feel that we’ve been together long enough that we need to dump him in person – not over the phone. If he ever gives us the chance!!