Entries from March 2005 ↓

Due to the recent purchase of some posh lip gloss (i.e. cost more than $15 and came from Kirks) I thought I should be more lady-like at work with regard to my water intake and not chug away on my Pump bottle, which no longer has a smooth exterior but is crumpled from months of use. So, I opted for the tall glass of water. Which was fine for the first few mouthfuls. But then it began to taste funny, that taste water gets after it’s been sitting around for a while. I’m intrigued as this doesn’t occur with the bottle of water – I filled the glass from the exact same source and at about the same time as I have done for the bottle over the past few months. Must be something to do with the contact with the air I guess …

Not dissimilar to one of the McDonald’s ads on TV at the moment, I wonder what bit of important information has disappeared out of my mind so that forever I can store what I need in order to thread a sewing machine. My machine has been in storage for years and for years before that I never used it … about 9 years all up … yet when I got it out to hem up some trousers today I just threaded it up, bobbin and all, first time. Incredible.

Well my French polished nails have survived their first 24 hours – have not dented or chipped the polish. I’m getting used to how different my hands look – but everything feels different because of having square nails – typing is especially strange.

Had a lovely day today

• toast & coffee
  
• baked carrot cake
  
• friend from Australia rang
  
• friend from Switzerland rang
  
• met a friend for coffee
  
• massage
  
• French manicure
  
• lunch
  
• wandered around the shops
  
• coffee and carrot cake
  
• read book
  
• champagne & chips
  
• more phone calls
  
• sausages, mashed potatoes, beans & more champagne
  
• more phone calls
  
• Princess Diaries DVD
  
• more carrot cake

Just what I needed. Now I’m off to bed.

It’s incredibly rare that I would read an entire newspaper article, especially one online, but I just got distracted while doing some press release-related research for work, by this hilarious tongue-in-cheek article on the ridiculous extremes health and safety could be taken to.

Actually chuckled out loud in a few places  – from the NZ Herald December 2003 (which incidentally does not have such obnoxious jumping adverts thereby making it much easier to concentrate on the article longer than the first two lines).

I want some Girl Guide cookies. However, living in an apartment means no little girls knocking on the door. I have therefore learnt this about Girl Guides:

• they don’t take plastic, only cash, & a packet of cookies costs more than the dollar rolling around in your pocket after buying a coffee
  
• they don’t sell on the street during the day because they are at school
  
  and
  
  
  
• they have a website 🙂

So all is not lost.

Saw this amusing thing on the way to work – a huge dump truck tied by a piece of string to a barrier. As Rove says, “What the … ??”

My mother is attending night classes to brush up on her school-girl French, so in a show of support using French I’ve picked up from 3rd form French (taught distractedly by the Irish Guidance Counsellor) and road signs, menus and guidebooks on trips to France, I thought I would greet her on the phone last night in French. I had to leave a message (God how times have changed when parents are always out on school nights!) so I spluttered “Bonjour. Ce mois une fille” … the rest of the message was in English … upon hanging up I wondered had I perhaps said (albeit badly and grammatically incorrect) “Hello. It’s me a horse.” All hung on the translation of ‘fille’ which I’m pleased to report this morning after investigation, is in fact ‘daughter’.