Childish crap
It’s that time of year again
Nov 24th
And nothing says Merry Christmas quite like cashing in on a 1994(/timeless) hit by releasing a remix version, just in time for the season – with a cover photo taken 15 years and pounds ago. Oh yes, I went there.
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Why do I never get invited to these?
Nov 18th
So funny! Go Sydney – and wtf Melbourne, keep up!
My greatest fear used to be seeing myself in the random footage of ‘fat people walking around malls’ used whenever there’s a story about obesity on the news. Now it’s being somewhere when a flash-mob strikes – and not knowing the routine. Because I would totally try and join in and probably end up ruining the whole thing and/or setting myself on fire.
On the other jazz-hand, I’m so grateful I wasn’t part of this enthusiastic looking Microsoft Retails Store “flash mob”:
Lame to the power of lame.
Got Sand?
Oct 26th
Is it just me, or is everyone a little more bitter than usual (see comments) at the moment? Not that I mind – I’m finally starting to feel part of society. Regardless, this YouTube is hilarious (and of course not true of any pregnant women I know, or have known!)
I’m probably as guilty as the women-with-child though. Whenever I meet someone having a baby I find myself diving head-first into all manner of pregnancy-related cliche’s and questions that I probably could figure out the answer to by myself.
Next time I find myself about to squeal “OMG how exciting!!” I will remember this song and do my best Anna Wintour impersonation.
This Is How I Roll
Aug 22nd
As I’ve always said: If you don’t get around in a stretched Barbi-pink Mini limousine - with 6-person hot-tub in the back – are you even really living?
33 today
Aug 3rd
It’s that time of year again, when my grip on my late 20’s gets a little harder to maintain. And also when I’m allowed to write reflective blog posts about life and what it all means. Here’s this year’s installment.
The Top 5 things about adulthood that are different from my child/tweenhood expectations:
- Discarded banana peels are much less slippery and menacing to society than cartoons led me to believe.
- There are a lot fewer events involving limousines and ball gowns in my day-to-day life than I had imagined (I read way too much Virginia Andrews).
- Storming in or out of a room is a dramatic way to make a point, but what to do afterward is often unclear and generally leads to an awkward return to collect bags/keys/clothes/partners.
- Body glitter, short shorts, hair dye and fake tan do not represent a phase that everyone goes through.
- My parents are not babbling geriatrics, selfishly preventing the (ball gown and limousine-involving) power struggle for control of their estate/worthless tin car collection.
Happy birthday to me indeed.
The cuteness continues
Jul 29th
Some new photos of my nephew Jai:
It’s good to see he’s sporting one of the Baby Gap suits I sent, purchased in the international rampage of baby-clothes-buying-hysteria that ensued shortly after the conception announcement. To think I was worried about it being too small!
Kids dressed as animals are officially the most adorable things ever.
If I had kids their wardrobe would resemble the costume department of The Lion King, well until their early teens. “You live under my roof, you will go to school dressed like a giraffe”. I swear, I should write a book on parenting.
Bitching