It is a shame that my regular Monday dinner date does not share my love for all things, gold and glittery. Paperchase makes the most gorgeous cake stands. A recent kitchen debacle had me yearning for a “lazy susan”. I love my Tangerine Kitchenaid. One would say that I am already blessed and yet, I find myself lusting over a Cusinart Ice Cream Maker, well really I would much prefer one from Musso. Alas, my pockets resemble a shallow well instead of a deep abyss that it SHOULD be.
LF snuck out of a corporate do and in a healthy role reversal, I drove by to pick him up. The plans were to steer clear from the bottle but, I could not resist.
My archilles’ heel was in the form of a gorgeous Gerwertztraminer, 2006. As delicious as it was, I found myself yearning for a good red. Comes with the season, I suppose.
I did wish that I was better dressed for dinner. Truthfully, I have a level of admiration for women who preen flawlessly. Most days, I struggle to make sure that I have enough sunscreen on. Yet, there they are, all coiffed and decked in their Sunday best, all the time.
New resolution: Be well-dressed all the time.
Merry Christmas!
A vacation rarely has any stronghold for change. Yet, I faced one of the fears that resonated deep within me – deep dark spaces. Anxiety attacks were kept to the minimum mainly because, I was too busy laughing and worrying about the unslightly sweat stains.
Love is rice paper spring rolls, and the midnight black puppy outside our hotel. The perfect way to end this year, filled with laughter, healthy food, and sheer madness.
Being the eternal organiser, the sms folders in my phone are organised to a T. With the Prof, I had started an email folder especially for all things, TL. When my computer crashed, along went the idea of giving him the best present ever. Our “conversations”. Lately, my life has seen the need for some housekeeping.
Folders > View > GB > Delete
In a matter of moments, what once was there did not exist anymore. Funny, isn’t it? In the arvo, my chest tightened to a familiar feeling and I had to tell myself to breathe. People don’t realise the impact they have on your life when they decide to walk out. They do what they do because, they are who they are.
She knew you were you
2008 is proving to be a better year than 2007 ever was. No passings, no incredible sadness and no pondering of what might be.
Patience is something I’ve yet to learn. The idea that a journey begins with a single step is something I grapple with. Daily. Yet, on some level, I am here.
Amelie was being difficult and Shyster K told me to be patient, to leave things alone. Knowing what a battle that is, I replied that it was impossible. Moments of silence passed as he indulged my endless barrage of queries amidst the yawns. I stood up to find that Amelie decided to be better to me. She’s a fighter, that one.
While explaining the finer details of racing, clueless Sib asked me how I knew what I knew. Of course, I thought of R.V, all those times he thought I was not paying attention. I was.
Someone told me once that I was kind yet unforgiving and he did not know how it would possible to be both but, that I was. Sabotage comes to mind but I am what I am and, I chose the path that I am on.
Without regret, without question, without doubt.
It is not a party until someone comes dressed in theme. Every halloween night, BBQ, birthday, bridal shower, heck even a wedding comes with a theme. One would think we’d run out of ideas by now. With an upcoming pool party, the theme is “Ozzie” as in “hey there mate, let’s have a barbie” as opposed to Osbourne munching on a dove’s head.
Obviously, someone is sick of my usual uniform -black so, a non-descript warning came in the mail
“….the original theme WAS to follow the colours of the australian flag but…the colour theme has been extended, and now you have MORE colour options of red, blue, white, green, and yellow. There you go, almost all the colours of the rainbow. No more excuse to wear BLACK anything except the colour of your hair, your eyes, eyebrowns and dare I say BIKINI LINE!”
I love them.
I’ve been learning to live without you now
But I miss you sometimes
The more I know, the less I understand
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