Remember my post about Phil Spector’s hairs? Go ahead, read it. It’s only a wee post but ah, how his court hairdos (or hair-don’ts) kept me amused.

Now there’s this, turns out he’s been wearing wigs, which I kind of suspected. But if I were going to wear a wig I would make sure it was awesome, not crazy.

See? Crazy!

(Weirdest thing about this photo is how much it reminds me of my Dad…)

EDIT** actually maybe Phil was onto something, I think the wig above added a certain gravitas to the occasion. I think he was hoping to cajole the jury into trusting him. He’s saying “Look at me! I’m harmless! A veritable ball of fun! Would a man that loves his wigs as much as I deny someone else a life?”

All I can say is… I’M ONTO YOU PHIL.

END EDIT **

I’m glad Phil is locked up, even if he did produce some of my favourite albums and songs. Just because you’re talented at music doesn’t mean you aren’t a danger to society.

Hey.. speaking of hair… I can’t stop laughing at this…

• Peppermint tea, or Poopoomint tea as Schoon and I used to call it. It’s warm, contains no fat, makes your mouth feel minty and it helps if you feel bloated.
• Eggs – poached eggs on turkish or sourdough toast. Even better in Winter than in Summer
• Masterchef Australia – I don’t think you could get any better viewing than Masterchef in Winter. People to love, people to hate and yummy food to drool over.
• RPM (which I call Spin) – this is probably one that I love to hate. Here’s my explanation of it earlier in the day to my new blog friend PYT “basically these evil instructors make you get on these stationary bikes and pedal the your backside off to music that alternates between inspiring and obnoxious! I thought I was going to puke the first time… it was the first time i have ever sweated in my eye… not pleasant!” But you know what, I feel good once the horrible part (the whole session is over) I’ve started going to early morning session and as hard as it is to leave my warm bed with man and cat I am determined to stick to it.
• Homemade pizzas on a pizza stone. How is it possible that I have never heard of doing this at home?!! It’s brilliant, we even made our own dough and they were so much better than any of the crap our local Dominosserves up! Even if they do give you free cockroaches. I managed to snaffle a stone at some random kitchen store for $10 so make sure you invest in one this Winter. Favourite pizza so far is Roast Pumpkin, purple onion, cashews and ricotta with a dollop of yoghurt mixed with cucumber on top.
• My Uggies. Good Lord, how did I ever live before I had these? I bought Mick a pair for his birthday last year and had resorted to whining until he let me wear them. I’ve always suffered from cold feet, to the point where I had to run my feet under the hot shower before I got into bed or they would never warm up. With the move to Canberra I decided to bite the bullet and get a pair of my own that actually fit. I got the tall ones in black with the reinforced toe and heel and outdoor soles so I can wear them down the shops or the letterbox with my trakkies and be a total Canberra bogan. Yes, they were very expensive but worth every penny from Krudd

• 

  I want to warm your tootsies!!

• Fireworks! Canberra is the onlyplace in Australia where you can buy fireworks! But you can only buy them and use them on the Queens Birthday long weekend. Which is this weekend, hurrah! And they sell them in the sex shops. How odd is that? Brings a whole new meaning to the term “goes off like a firecracker”

**EDIT** Just wanted to let you know that I did not take that picture of the Uggies – I don’t love them THAT much.

How horrific is the Air France tragedy? Sometimes I feel that at least if it were an act of terrorism the families could have someone to blame. But at the moment they can’t really blame anyone or anything. Is grief easier to cope with when you have a name and a classification for what happened?

I think the not knowing is the worst.
Not knowing where they are.
Not knowing if they were in pain.
No one to rage against, no one to hate.

At the start of the week Queensland police received over 300 callswith leads about Daniel Morcombe’s disappearance over 5 years ago from a bus stop on the Sunshine Coast. Many were prompted by the airing of a television show that named a person of interest and were received hours before the $1 million reward for information expired.

The Morcombe case is not news in Australia. That sounds terrible, what I mean is that I am sure there were very few people that had not heard about it. So why so many calls? Did the show actually jog that many memories? Had they been under a rock and not heard about Daniel and the fabulous foundation that his parents set up in his name to educate children about personal safety and to continue the search for Daniel?

It saddens me to think that people are only incentivised to provide information when there is a million dollar carrot dangled in front of them. But then, I guess information is vital, whether it is at this late stage or not.

If you or anyone you know has any information about Daniel’s disappearance please do not hesitate to contact:
Homicide Investigation Group, Brisbane, Phone (07) 3364 6122
any Police Station
or Crime Stoppers, Phone 1800 333 000.

You may not get a million bucks but you will get my eternal respect.

I wish the Morcombe family and the families of those on the Air France flight had someone to blame.

But more than that, I really wish their loved ones will come home.

What a relief it was to read this article.

I must admit that when I saw “He’s Just Not That Into You” (which… far out.. could you have given it a zippier title ploise?) even I was taken aback by Scarlett Johansson’s curves.
I must stress here that Scarlett is in NO WAY fat.
She’s gorgeous, and how I would love to have her body. I think I had just got so used to seeing, let’s face it, skeletal or whippet thin women on our screen that I had forgotten what a normal woman (who is, admittedly, hott as) looked like.

Remember I joined the gym?
Well I am proud to say I am still going. I now do 2 pump classes and a spin class every week but have not actually lost much weight to my knowledge because.. ahhh… cardio my old friend… how I fucking haaaaate thee. I LOVE pump. Love it. I love feeling stronger and fitter and I love the fact that my cellulite appears to be… going? So this week I am going to attempt at least 2 more spin classes and see how that goes.

Anyone got any tips on how to love cardio?

Ok, totally got sidetracked then. Went from talking about curves and how much I love them to talking about my curves and how much I seem to dislike them.

I don’t, I just wish there were less of them…

I’ve just finished watching Kelly Clarkson on tele and how delightful is she? I reckon she would be a top chick.

I’m just waffling on now so I am going to go and do something else…

Ptttttttttttttthhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

But how awesome was Scarlett’s bum in “Lost in Translation”? Have you seen it? Please tell me you have seen it, not the bum, the movie. It could be one of my favourite movies of all time. It makes me cry. Do you know I have a crush on Bill Murray? Especially in that movie. And I just found out what Bob supposedly whispers to Charlotte at the end of the movie. If you want to know too visit IMDB and scroll down to the spoilers. Somehow.. I liked it better when I didn’t know.

I cooked a big beef and vegetable soup tonight and chucked all sorts of stuff in. Hence (”and.. HENCE”) my brain is a bit like that soup, scatty and mushy. Tasted awesome though.

Hurrah for curves.

Gossip Girl. Good lord, if you have not got into this series yet get yourself to a dvd store and borrow Series 1. Call in sick for a week *swine flu cough cough* and watch the lot. Alternatively you can always subscribe to cable.

I first saw it on Channel 9 and then they thoroughly disappointed me by canning it after about 3 episodes. Fuckers. Why do tv stations do that? It really irritates me, they did the same thing with the new series of 90210 and I’ve not been the same since. My ancestors spit on your haircuts Channel Ten.

er… yeah anyway. Gossip Girl. I guarantee you will love this show, even Mick will watch it and today he actually SHUSHED me when there was a pivotal scene between Blair and Chuck (Blair being bitchy and Chuck being oily)

The Fashion

If you loved Sex and The City for the fashion you will love this show.

So suitable for school ladies...

*drooools*

Love, love, love.

Storylines

Backstabbing, thieving, bitching, shagging, boozing, floozing, stripping, abstaining, pashing, fighting, bitching, bitch, bitch. What’s not to love?

Characters

My favourite character would have to be Chuck Bass – he is inspired smarmyness. But I find him terribly attractive because he is just so… CHUCK.

Meow...

Purrr

Chuck is also responsible for one of my favourite lines ever “I’m… Chuck Bass?” It probably means nothing to you unless you watch it, so go get it.

You need more convincement perhaps? As Davina McCall used to say on UK Big Brother, here’s some of Chuck’s “Best bits”

Watch it. Yes?

Interestingly I just read a blog where the blogger said that 23 she should be ashamed of loving the show. Dude, I am turning 33 at the end of the year and I bloody love this show.

Do you have feelings of inadequacy?

Do you suffer from shyness?

Do you sometimes wish you were more assertive?

If you answered yes to any of these questions, ask your doctor or pharmacist about Savignon Blanc
Savignon Blanc is the safe, natural way to feel better and more confident about yourself and your actions. It can help ease you out of your shyness and let you tell the world that you’re ready and willing to do just about anything.

You will notice the benefits of Savignon almost immediately and with a regimen of regular doses you can overcome any obstacles that prevent you from living the life you want to live. Shyness and awkwardness will be a thing of the past and you will discover many talents you never knew you had.

Stop hiding and start living.

Savignon may not be right for everyone. Women who are pregnant or nursing should not use it. However, women who wouldn’t mind nursing or becoming pregnant are encouraged to try it.

Side effects may include dizziness, nausea, vomiting, incarceration, erotic lustfulness, loss of motor control, loss of clothing, loss of money, loss of virginity, delusions of grandeur, table dancing, headache, dehydration, dry mouth, and a desire to sing Karaoke and play all-night rounds of Strip Poker, Truth Or Dare, and Naked Twister!

WARNINGS: -

* The consumption of Savignon may make you think you are whispering when you are not.

* The consumption of Savignon may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them.

* The consumption of Savignon may cause you to think you can sing.

* The consumption of Savignon may make you think you can logically converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting.

* The consumption of Savignon may create the illusion that you are tougher, smarter, faster and better looking than most people.

Please feel free to share this important information with as many women as you feel may benefit!

Now just imagine what you could achieve with a good dry merlot!!!

Have you seen the seen the new Chanel ad? Oh my god, it’s so good I could lick my laptop screen. It’s gorgeous. I was really excited when I heard about it, how could I not be?

Audrey Tatou.
Directed by Jean-Pierre Jeunet who directed Le fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulain.
It’s for CHANEL.

It’s even better than I expected.

It’s just… lovely.

Now I just have to wait until late June 25th to see “Coco avant Chanel“. I bet Mick will be so excited.

I have a feeling that things are changing for me here in Canberra. Little by little I am settling in and feeling more like this is my home. Since my little whine on the weekend…

• On Saturday night we met up with a blogger, his girlfriend and a couple of their friends to share an amazing meal at Rasa Sayang in Dickson. It was great to share a lovely meal and meet some new people in a restaurant we could walk to from home.
• Afterwards Mick and I shared some drinks and came home sufficiently tipsy. He even let me drink a glass of wine in bed. Lashed I tell you.
• After a long period of feeling out of sorts at work I feel like things are looking up and I feel motivated. I hate feeling unmotivated at work – it’s so  DEmotivating.
• I discovered all sorts of lovely people who are Canberra bloggers/tweeters/handmade marketers who were at the Handmade Markets and I have lots of new reading material in my bloglines. Because I really need to spend more time on the innernet…
• I actually won the lucky door prize at the markets. I never win shit! Not that it’s shit…. it’s very lovely.
• Enny and I are going to brunch this weekend at this lovely place. Brunch with a real life friend who I met on the internets!
• Gym friend said she will call me about going for drink.

Things are starting to look up…

If my blog were a country town it would be one of those ones with tumbleweeds rolling down the main drag, with a louvered door banging away on the closed pub.

I think I have posted about 6 times since I have moved to Canberra, a pretty poor effort. Especially considering I probably have more spare time on my hands here. I have now been living here for over 6 months, all in all I am glad I moved. I love living in Canberra, the lifestyle change has been huge. I now have a vege patch (dying) a cat (still alive and despised by nasty, bird loving neighbour) and I even go to the gym three times a week.

I guess the only downside is I actually don’t have many friends here. Of the people I went to school with here I am only really in touch with one of them on a regular basis, I work independently and even though I am always out and about visiting clients it’s hard to form a natural friendship with them. Especially when they are probably suspicious that I am just using it as a selling technique.

Luckily I am busy a lot of the time, Mick’s kids come to stay every couple of weekends and we see my family quite a lot but sometimes I just wish I had a friend who could pop in for a cuppa or I could meet for a wine.

Then my life would truly be perfect

So… what should I do to make some friends? Mick’s sister is a member of a book club so I’ve joined that, I’ve joined the gym and have made a friend there but she works two jobs so it has not progressed past her saving a spot for me at pump and spin. What else?