On Sunday I did a little road trip, and as this was in my pre i-Pod days I had to rely on magnetic tape and commercial radio stations for my sounds along the way, as the nana mobile has no cd player. Being an Active girl myself there was a lot of channel surfing as the hearty bonhomie of the dj's and excessive commercials just winds me up.
However, I did manage to catch one commercial that was on high rotate and it was advertising a petrosexual event, which now I find is apparently old news. Jeremy (swoon), Hamster and The Stig are coming to New Zealand for some form on Top Gear show in the new year. Now there's something to put on the Christmas wish list!
And on a completely different note, what I should be doing - the end of week invoices and end of month number crunching. What I have been doing - getting intimate with iTunes. I am now currently researching the BPM on all the music I have on this pc, as I have just discovered I can sort and create under this heading. I love new software and toys.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Child Abuse # 7
Though this really is child abuse from afar, or even child abuse by proxy.
When I returned to work this morning a Concierge boy was jiggling with excitement as he had a parcel for me. As first I thought the sperm donor had finally sent the Pinot Gris that he keeps promising, but no the box was too small. I opened the box to look at the packing slip, thinking it was for a client, then I got very confused as I saw a familiar name on the slip, also a wee note to tell me to stop whinging. I then looked at what was in the box and suddenly did a little dance of joy right there in the lobby.
There is a Santa Claus and she lives in Hong Kong. Cactus has sent me an i-Pod Nano, and to show how much class and taste this woman has, she's sent me a red one to match my phone. And to think she's not even gay!!
After an hour of admiring the lovely little box it is packed in, gosh even the packaging is stylish, I finally realised I would need to charge it up to make it go. That was when I discovered it has been inscribed on the back, which reads, "To the most un-PC of all. Children Keep Hands Off". I roared when I saw that, and have been chuckling on and off all day.
Oh, this is advanced child abuse and even exceeds the hair straightener game. I texted number 1 daughter to tell her, and the immediate response was "not fair" and that I have to give it to her as BOTH her mp3 players are sucky. Number 2 daughter is still at athletics in Canberra with no phone. She will not be happy when she sees it. I fear a whole new level of manipulation tactics form her when she returns.
So far I have managed to download the software and load all the music from this pc on to it. I am currently listening to "Anarchy in the UK" , because it starts with "A" and I haven't figured how to sort and file stuff yet. I must get that all under control before the child returns, as I'm not going to stoop to ask for help.
This is one happy little Lesbian.
When I returned to work this morning a Concierge boy was jiggling with excitement as he had a parcel for me. As first I thought the sperm donor had finally sent the Pinot Gris that he keeps promising, but no the box was too small. I opened the box to look at the packing slip, thinking it was for a client, then I got very confused as I saw a familiar name on the slip, also a wee note to tell me to stop whinging. I then looked at what was in the box and suddenly did a little dance of joy right there in the lobby.
There is a Santa Claus and she lives in Hong Kong. Cactus has sent me an i-Pod Nano, and to show how much class and taste this woman has, she's sent me a red one to match my phone. And to think she's not even gay!!
After an hour of admiring the lovely little box it is packed in, gosh even the packaging is stylish, I finally realised I would need to charge it up to make it go. That was when I discovered it has been inscribed on the back, which reads, "To the most un-PC of all. Children Keep Hands Off". I roared when I saw that, and have been chuckling on and off all day.
Oh, this is advanced child abuse and even exceeds the hair straightener game. I texted number 1 daughter to tell her, and the immediate response was "not fair" and that I have to give it to her as BOTH her mp3 players are sucky. Number 2 daughter is still at athletics in Canberra with no phone. She will not be happy when she sees it. I fear a whole new level of manipulation tactics form her when she returns.
So far I have managed to download the software and load all the music from this pc on to it. I am currently listening to "Anarchy in the UK" , because it starts with "A" and I haven't figured how to sort and file stuff yet. I must get that all under control before the child returns, as I'm not going to stoop to ask for help.
This is one happy little Lesbian.
Monday, December 1, 2008
The Short Life and Fast Times
.....and no I'm not referring to the biography of John Belushi written by the man who managed to bring the word impeachment into everyday vocabulary, but in fact I'm talking of your average Lesbian relationship.
Recently I have been on the outside looking in at the lightening speed creation, and equally as swift implosion of a lesbian relationship involving some friends, the fall out of the affair on others and the life changing moves made by those involved, and realised that all this has been driven by passion.
n] Show IPA Pronunciation 
–noun
Those are just a few of the definitions listed. I personally have made life altering changes all in the name of passion for another woman so fully understand the strength and intensity of the emotion, but now find myself wondering "do heterosexual couples feel this strongly?", as no man has made me feel as a woman does. I guess the answer to that is yes, as I know that one of my darling readers will comment that world wars have been started over passion.
I then get sidetracked along the path of why does one person inspire such depth of feeling in oneself, when another who seemingly has the same attributes doesn't? What modern marketing calls X factor, and the French call je ne sais quoi. Something we encounter everyday, one person irritates the fuck out of you, yet another who appears the same is your best friend.
However as usual I'm digressing, as of course with the title of the short life and fast times it seems that passion burns out. Why is this so? My own personal theory in the lesbian world is because of the second date syndrome. As I have mentioned before Lesbians very quickly go from first date to full on intense moving in together, as exhibited by my friends, then to implosion. I now strongly believe that the everyday kills passion, and the easiest way to kill and thoroughly deaden a passionate relationship is to move in together.
My current philosophy on things passionate and sexual is the chocolate box theory, and that is; I'm now going to eat the chocolates very, very slowly, one by one, and make the box last as long as possible, and all the while hoping it's a loaves and fishes box.
Recently I have been on the outside looking in at the lightening speed creation, and equally as swift implosion of a lesbian relationship involving some friends, the fall out of the affair on others and the life changing moves made by those involved, and realised that all this has been driven by passion.
pas⋅sion
[pash-uhn] Show IPA Pronunciation –noun
| 1. | any powerful or compelling emotion or feeling, as love or hate. |
| 2. | strong amorous feeling or desire; love; ardor. |
| 3. | strong sexual desire; lust. |
| 4. | an instance or experience of strong love or sexual desire. |
| 5. | a person toward whom one feels strong love or sexual desire. |
| 6. | a strong or extravagant fondness, enthusiasm, or desire for anything: a passion for music. |
Origin:
1125–75; ME (< class="ital-inline">passiōn- (s. of passiō) Christ's sufferings on the cross, any of the Biblical accounts of these (> late OE passiōn), special use of LL passiō suffering, submission, deriv. of L passus, ptp. of patī to suffer, submit; see -ion
1125–75; ME (< class="ital-inline">passiōn- (s. of passiō) Christ's sufferings on the cross, any of the Biblical accounts of these (> late OE passiōn), special use of LL passiō suffering, submission, deriv. of L passus, ptp. of patī to suffer, submit; see -ion
Those are just a few of the definitions listed. I personally have made life altering changes all in the name of passion for another woman so fully understand the strength and intensity of the emotion, but now find myself wondering "do heterosexual couples feel this strongly?", as no man has made me feel as a woman does. I guess the answer to that is yes, as I know that one of my darling readers will comment that world wars have been started over passion.
I then get sidetracked along the path of why does one person inspire such depth of feeling in oneself, when another who seemingly has the same attributes doesn't? What modern marketing calls X factor, and the French call je ne sais quoi. Something we encounter everyday, one person irritates the fuck out of you, yet another who appears the same is your best friend.
However as usual I'm digressing, as of course with the title of the short life and fast times it seems that passion burns out. Why is this so? My own personal theory in the lesbian world is because of the second date syndrome. As I have mentioned before Lesbians very quickly go from first date to full on intense moving in together, as exhibited by my friends, then to implosion. I now strongly believe that the everyday kills passion, and the easiest way to kill and thoroughly deaden a passionate relationship is to move in together.
My current philosophy on things passionate and sexual is the chocolate box theory, and that is; I'm now going to eat the chocolates very, very slowly, one by one, and make the box last as long as possible, and all the while hoping it's a loaves and fishes box.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Small Pleaures
Sometimes it's the small things in life that give you so much pleasure. For me right now it's because I have finally found the perfect pair of trackies. Trinny and Susannah would be so pleased, they fit my arse perfectly, and I feel so hot in them I'd even consider wearing them OUT OF THE HOUSE.
Sadly though they are from one of the clearance stores currently operating in Willis street, so I guess they are an end of line. No worries, they are a major label, and now I know to look at Yoga pants I'm sure I can get more if needed.
On a completely different note, the child is off to Oz tomorrow to wear the black uniform for the first time and represent New Zealand at the Pan Pacific Games. Long jump (just like Mum) and relay are her events for anyone that wants to follow.
Bliss, a week of no hormonal teenager attitude is worth the horrendous 4am start tomorrow.
Sadly though they are from one of the clearance stores currently operating in Willis street, so I guess they are an end of line. No worries, they are a major label, and now I know to look at Yoga pants I'm sure I can get more if needed.
On a completely different note, the child is off to Oz tomorrow to wear the black uniform for the first time and represent New Zealand at the Pan Pacific Games. Long jump (just like Mum) and relay are her events for anyone that wants to follow.
Bliss, a week of no hormonal teenager attitude is worth the horrendous 4am start tomorrow.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Child Abuse # 6
I have taken advantage of Telecoms latest offer, as it works well for the flatmates phone calls, the child's internet needs, and my economy. I now have 10 gig of broadband a month.
I have not told the child!
I am also still taking the vital cable in my handbag everyday so she still only has her allotted 1 hour per day usage. I wonder how long I can hold off telling her, and as her latest phone has died the internet has become even more vital in her life.
I have not told the child!
I am also still taking the vital cable in my handbag everyday so she still only has her allotted 1 hour per day usage. I wonder how long I can hold off telling her, and as her latest phone has died the internet has become even more vital in her life.
Monday, November 17, 2008
New Linen
Amongst other things over the last weeks i have been sourcing quotes for new table skirting. I have found a supplier who not only is 75% cheaper than all others but my contact has a brain and a sense of humour.
After a few days of talking dirty to each other he has had a short sample made up for me so I can see how it survives housekeeping and our dry cleaners playing with it. It arrived this morning and is now on it's way for it's stress test.
I must say though that I think it looks far better on myself than it ever will on the tables.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
How to Star in this Blog
A dinner party invitation in Singapore with chauffeur driven transport each way would be a fairly good place to start. Though of course as gossip, scandal and intrigue are vital to this blog, one would need to guarantee a certain calibre of dinner party conversation, but I'm sure given recent events that is fairly easily done.
As my darling readers have noticed I've been a bit quiet of late, as that pesky stuff called work has been interfering with the more salacious parts of life. However this weekend sees a return to the partying, wining and dining, so I'm sure I'll have some stories to tell next week.
A bientot.....and since I haven't got a French keyboard you're just going to have to take it as read that the grave and circumflex are in place.
As my darling readers have noticed I've been a bit quiet of late, as that pesky stuff called work has been interfering with the more salacious parts of life. However this weekend sees a return to the partying, wining and dining, so I'm sure I'll have some stories to tell next week.
A bientot.....and since I haven't got a French keyboard you're just going to have to take it as read that the grave and circumflex are in place.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Unpclesbian Predicts
Last night I went to a fireworks watching party and found I spent the entire evening talking, ick ick, politics. What is wrong with me, too much Cactus and DPF I think.
Over the last few months I have been assuming that the government will change after this election mainly due to the fickle nature of the New Zealand voting public, and the unsubtle media campaign convincing them to think this way. However, with the result out of America I think I may be revising that assumption.
I know I am crediting your average voter with too much intellect to figure that Obama is the equivalent of the pinko's, but I'm sure some Labour media person will try and pitch that image over the next few days.
Really I am basing my revised assumption on a conversation with another guest last night, who oddly even tho her partner is "something in the Labour party", is as lackadaisical about voting as I. Her theory is that the majority of the great unwashed have absolutely no idea who they want running the place, turn up at the booth and think, "well they've been looking after the place ok for the last few years, it really hasn't been that bad, may as well give them the tick". Then they realise they have yet another box to tick and leave totally confused.
So here we go, Unpclesbian is now predicting that Labour may return by the most tiniest of margins, or that we will have a hung Parliament with the minor parties laughing all the way to the bank with the excessive power they now hold.
Over the last few months I have been assuming that the government will change after this election mainly due to the fickle nature of the New Zealand voting public, and the unsubtle media campaign convincing them to think this way. However, with the result out of America I think I may be revising that assumption.
I know I am crediting your average voter with too much intellect to figure that Obama is the equivalent of the pinko's, but I'm sure some Labour media person will try and pitch that image over the next few days.
Really I am basing my revised assumption on a conversation with another guest last night, who oddly even tho her partner is "something in the Labour party", is as lackadaisical about voting as I. Her theory is that the majority of the great unwashed have absolutely no idea who they want running the place, turn up at the booth and think, "well they've been looking after the place ok for the last few years, it really hasn't been that bad, may as well give them the tick". Then they realise they have yet another box to tick and leave totally confused.
So here we go, Unpclesbian is now predicting that Labour may return by the most tiniest of margins, or that we will have a hung Parliament with the minor parties laughing all the way to the bank with the excessive power they now hold.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Too Bored to Blog
Due to some horse race, and an election (yawn) there has not been much exciting to blog about. Oh, I could mention month end, but excel spreadsheets and columns of numbers are not really spinning my wheels at the moment.
The most exciting news has been the child's first attempt at modelling for a hairdressers show, but she's banned me from from blogging about it. I will however say that Nana will be very pleased that they now have matching hair.
I do look forward to watching the fireworks tomorrow night from Ms S and Ms A's new pad.
The most exciting news has been the child's first attempt at modelling for a hairdressers show, but she's banned me from from blogging about it. I will however say that Nana will be very pleased that they now have matching hair.
I do look forward to watching the fireworks tomorrow night from Ms S and Ms A's new pad.
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