Pink

Packing at the moment. What do you think of my brand new shocking pink suitcase?

I'll be back next Thursday. Have a great week everyone.

Guest

Sharp-eyed readers may have noticed a slight change to my blog - the 'profile' box has been replaced by 'contributors'. That's because this blog will have its very first guest blogger while I'm away!

I met Michelle, also known as Brisbane's Answer to Nigella Lawson, through The Ours. They work together at a well-known software development company which I will call Compu-Global Hyper Meganet (or CGHM for short), placing them pretty high up the nerdy-nerdster food chain.

But if you think Michelle is all about 'the tech' then you would be mistaken, as she also has a well-developed creative side too. She:

Has a degree in film-making;
Crotchets face warmers (her invention to combat the icy Irish wind);
Knits;
Cooks like a champ;
Bakes (she made several Christmas cakes from scratch last year); and
Reads intellectual books I haven't heard of let alone would tackle.

In comparison, my forays into all of the above have resulted in spectacular failures. (Except for the degree, I stuck to English Literature as I can hardly sit through a film let alone make one.) It's enough to make me want to heave all over my keyboard. If the above wasn't enough, Michelle is also a netballing wizard, which is another thing we don't have in common as I despair of team sports.

Luckily we both share a love of eating, drinking and having a laugh. Thank God for that, eh?

This will be Michelle's first stab at blogging, and my first step into sucking everyone I know into the blogsphere. (At the very least it'll hike up that technorati rating, not that I'm competitive or anything...)

(Another) land ahoy

The bank holiday is nearly upon us here in the Emerald Isle (I'll have my passport taken away for calling it that) and I'm very excited indeed. Why? Because I have another truly unhealthy weekend in Luxembourg ahead. We're staying with the Filmmaker tonight and the next, then moving to my parents' place until Monday.

I was hoping to get started on my story today but I woke to realise I had a million things to do before we depart, which is a pain but typical of me to leave everything until the last minute.

But while I'm rushing around like a blue-arsed fly, loudly muttering to myself, I'll still have a huge smile on my face - because in a matter of hours I'll be having a great time. Yep, poor me.

Have a great one.

Still (technically) on holiday

It's been strange to have such a long break from blogging, as I've posted every day since I started in March. I'm looking forward to reliving my holiday by writing a 'X things to do in Chicago' post (I always hankered after a career in travel writing!) but it'll have to wait - my parents are coming over tomorrow for the long weekend, thus allowing me to eke out my holiday/slacking off vibe for a little while longer. So posting and catching up on other people's blogs is on hold until the reality of work and routine rudely intrudes upon my life again.

Until then, cheers!

Pain and gaming

Yesterday I got my grubby hands on a classic controller for the Wii, so now I can download and play such classics as Super Mario World, which I used to play religiously during my babysitting days (donkey's years ago obviously, but I still remember it well.) I'm playing it at the moment as I'm a little bit addicted, but also because I'm getting a Brazilian wax this afternoon before my holiday. You know, to my mind off the inevitable pain and embarrassment of having my legs in the air while someone methodically tears all the hair away from my very sensitive private parts.

I'm a little scared to be honest. Could I have gone with a bog standard wax instead? Am I a masochist? Do I really believe that I could wear a bikini on the beaches in Chicago, where the wind blows right through you for a short cut?

Well I've booked it now, and my voucher for the waxing place is running out soon, so it's show time. Denial is a wonderful thing.