More on facebook..

My flatmate and I thought the following was an amusing little clip. Admittedly we had had about 4 litres of white wine (on a school night as well – ouch!), but still kind of cute (especially the “poke” references)..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6FahBBnfHAQ

Other facebook news.. I’m completely addicted to Scrabulous. Actually, I log in to facebook, I play my Scrabulous moves and then I log out. I can’t really be bothered with anything else on facebook at the moment – if one more person tries to make me a vampire, I’ll bite them in real life. But anyhoo – so not enough of my friends were playing Scrabulous with me so I thought I would join a random table.. the words going along with the invitation to join a table read: “I want to play with a girl with big boobs”.  My kind of classy guy! So I joined his table. And I think he and I have a real future together. A very scrabulous future, in fact.

 Update:  Was just sent this site: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2b-fJxzpK7s - love it!

Ben Cousins joke – Mark II

A Ben Cousins joke already

For those of you who don’t know who Ben Cousins is (your northern hemisphere-ites), check this out – http://perezhilton.com/?p=7200 (if it’s on Perez, it must be newsworthy!)

Anyway, so the day this story broke I heard the following joke – apologies for the delay in putting this up. Now, it’s not the best joke in the world, but as I said to someone else, it takes a bit longer to accidentally get decent jokes (like Diana and Twin Towers!). So the joke is this:

Have you heard about the new McDonalds Ben Cousins Happy Meal – no burger or fries, but loads of coke and ice.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..

Lesson of the day

Just wanted to pass on a bit of wisdom that was passed onto me just the other day. As I mentioned, I had a good friend down visiting me on the weekend. As also mentioned, my flattie and I were out meeting (dodgy) guys on Saturday night. What I didn’t mention was that the dodgy guys ended up back at our place (with my big, burly mate there to protect us from untoward behaviour!) to watch the rugby. England won (whatever!).

My flatmate and I were being the hostesses with the mostesses with chips and dips, beer, wine and soft drinks.. All was good. We were happy. We were content. And we wanted to share the happiness and contentment with the other member of our household. We didn’t want our little pet to feel left out. So, I got down on my hands and knees (not a pretty sight – my big backside flashing the world!) and fished the turtle out from under the couch.  And my flatmate and I proceeded to fawn over our little guy, while he tried desperately to open his eyes in a bid to have a clue about what was going on (it takes him/her/it a while to wake up after sub-couch-hibernation).

Our new best friends were not impressed. In fact I would go so far as to say that they were quite disgusted. Which could explain why they beat a hasty retreat without even asking for our phone numbers.

My bestie then handed over this little pearl of wisdom: “Girls. When you meet guys, and bring them back to your house. Maybe it’s not a good idea to get the turtle out. People might think you’re a bit strange.”

But, believe it or not people, this isn’t the lesson of the day. The lesson of the day is this: “If the dude’s not down with the turtle. He’s not down with me.”

 Viva la mate forever!

Chardolates

So I decided that as well as the fad diet and less than intermittent exercise I’m doing, an $8 second-hand Pilates woud make a fine addition to my workout regime. I even convinced my flatmate that is was worth having a go and after she stopped laughing, she rolled her beach towel out alongside mine on the loungeroom floor and got down to engage her core!

And all was going well (well, after we stopped laughing at ourselves and the people on the screen) except that we both got dizzy after only a few minutes of hefty pilates breathing. And the exercises were hard – like, really hard. And that’s when I realised. * Note to self: It’s NOT a good idea to drink wine before doing exercise.

Burning flesh

For Nick

Let’s settle here in dodge-ville!

I had one of my very dearest friends in the world down here visiting me last weekend and he and I ran amok. It was good to fall off the wagon and faceplant the gutter (metaphorically, not literally) and it really had been way, way, way too long. I also discovered an unknown side to my flat-mate.. I loved her when she was training for her marathon inspite of the fact that we were a very boring, non-drinking, early-nighting household, but now that she has revealed her inner dodge, our relationship has truly blossomed into true, everlasting love – and she is (almost) as dodgy as I am (which is still nowhere near glittergirl’s mammoth dodginess – ha, ha!)

So – we have found the local dodgy Irish bar replesdent with the standard dodgy backpackers and dodgy, sticky floors, and of course the dodgy U2 cover band. We even found ourselves some dodgy dudes to buy us shots of Jager and G&Ts. Life was the epitome of dodge-o-rama for two girls old enough to know better, but also a lot of fun and just generally very good on Saturday night. 

Bring on the summer and let the dodge begin!!

It’s been a while..

…since I blogged, so thought I had better get back into it.. Thanks to those of you who come back every now and then for a look, and apologies for not keeping you entertained for a few minutes of your day with anything new. So, what do I have to tell you? Loads actually, and will get it out in ramblings over the next few days, but for today’s tidbit.. The ex-love is well and truly an ex by now. I ignore his calls when he rings and only email him when absolutely necessary (we have some “matters” to take care of - you know how it is). Anyway, as for him – Next!

So – the next (for now at least) is a lovely young man that I met in Canada a couple of years ago. We have always been in touch after our magical pash-and-dash in a less than salubrious establishment in Vancouver and recently, he has been texting me quite a bit. Actually, there has been a lot of texting back and forth and last night was our first ever conversation. OK, not the first ever,but I don’t really count the night of drunk-and-disorderly in Canadialand, nor the conversation one night at about 2 in the morning soon after we got back down under to our respective states, because, as a wise person once said, “if you don’t remember it, it never happened”. (You would be amazed to know everything that never happened in my life!)

Did I mention that he lives in the same country as me? In a different state but in the same country.. and he wants to come and visit.. Hmmm. And there-in lies the problem. I don’t particularly want him to come and visit. I’d rather the flirtatious texting and phonecalls for now… Just for a little bit longer.. The fabulousness-ising is still underway and will be for a little while yet. I only want him to see me when I am back on form. Will keep you all posted.