Quotes of the 2006

"My plans for 2006 are to fuck my way around the 64 nationalities competing in the world cup" Julia

"All the good ideas are already taken.... Cult dating... GONE" - MFL

“Your general reputation goes up a couple of notches for tequila and milkshake suggestions!” - Cibby

"Sat night is for meeting new men - not seeing old ones" Me

"What were they thinking? Sheduling 50 cent and James Brown on the same night?" - Raelene

"Marriage is the new black, luckily we are so colourful!" - Julia

"I have standards; they’re just not very high" - Vikki

"If you were male I would marry you!" - Julia

"You'll find a guy if your whilling to comprise on education" - Amanda

"you know it's time to start working out when you get a stitch during sex!" - Me

"It's great watchng gay porn with 3 straight girls" - Stephen last Thursday night

Tourist in my Own Town

It doesn’t get much better than this: Rali’s in town, we met at Watson’s Bay Hotel for an early dinner, the sun setting on our glorious Sydney Harbour. Rali had never been to Opera Bar so after a little commitment on my behalf, off we went to introduce her.

Thursday I went to Toronga Zoo. Great sunny day, the Elephants have a beautiful new home and of couldn’t be better. How wonderful is this city!!!!

Candlelight on the Mistletoe

I'm not being blinded by the silly season. I'm beginning to see the light...

When he returned from his 2 week working stint in the States he called me within 25minutes of arrival, I went straight over to his place, and I couldn’t wait to have 120kg of man wrapped around me… We got along well as per usual; a couple bottles of nice red wine and a great catch up until the early hours of morning.

I spent Christmas Eve with him, a great lunch at Bronte Beach, it wasn’t the same. It’s all superficial to me. The way he talks to the waitress would upset me (green eyed monster) but I don’t feel jealousy I feel slight embarrassment, this waitress sees us together and the man is flirting with her.

He got up before I finished my lunch, this I find inexcusably rude, further to have a cigarette, I hate smokers! As soon as I put down my knife and fork he wanted to leave. It was déjà vu every time I went out with Tiz for a meal he would say ‘what do you want to do now?’ when I would be happy to sit and chat with a coffee for hours.

‘What do you want to do now?’… I felt my blood boil, I felt rushed during lunch. I shrugged, we ended up going for a walk from Bronte to Bondi, I got burnt (damn you Eastern European skin) I just wanted to go home.

He leaves again tonight for a week, nothing.

Maybe I’m comparing actions because last Thursday I found out from my account (of all people) that my last boyfriend got engaged on Wednesday night. Not even 18 months after I tried to woo me back.

The New Year around the corner, this charade will be over. It failed and very few people knew it was happening – just the way I wanted it, yea… maybe I subconsciously wanted it to that’s why I didn’t say anything? Naaa that argument could go in circles.

I never saw rainbows in my wine

Year in Review

I had planned my year in review to transport me back to New Years Eve in Fiji and reminisce the most wonderful way to spend a New Year celebration… Cocktail in hand on a beautiful balmy night, 4 individual fireworks penetrating the sky, lighting up just the small courtyard where we were dancing under the starts…

The year started well, but who would’ve ever guessed I would be in exactly the same place as I was a year ago. Unemployed. Single. Living with my mum.

I’ll look at the positive, I’m over my little cancer scare, my relationship with my sister has improved slightly, I’ve learnt something new everyday and met some wonderful new people I can genuinely call friends.

I’m welcoming 2007 with arms wide open, each year will be better than the last.

Happy holidays!

Buttons!

Button! I think of the Pussy Cat Dolls… Too much popular culture maybe hehehehe.. or maybe I want... anyway...

I remember one episode of Seinfeld when he has his stand up routine talking about spare button storage, he makes this animated charade looking in various little button draws – I want one!

I was looking for a button in my little antique–esque box, totally forgot it was broken, everything fell out. I need a labelling system, its not enough to just keep the button, sequin or thread on the garments tag, I need that button!

Get Rich Quick Scheme - Stolen from Under My Feet!

I have a million and one little ideas constantly running through my head. All little money breakers that I’ve never done the feasibilities, but adamant the ‘new business’ will flourish and I’ll be an instant millionairess, one that you read about and say ‘why didn’t I think of that’

This morning I was listening to the radio as I do every morning when I’m getting ready and what do I hear? My idea! NO! And the thing that got me, so much that I lost my breath, the logistics were ALL WRONG!

I can’t believe my idea is taken, just like Julia’s brilliant idea 2 weeks ago, gone (babe keep going with your other ideas, y arms were cold while you know what-ing). I was only talking about these great ideas last week over dinner with Cibby. That’s it, as soon as you vocalise an idea it’s gone.

Copy write. Patent. Trademark.

Cheer up time: Tell me your get rich quick scheme and ideas that were stolen and your remedy for royalties (I’m unemployed I need inspiration)

Interviews Week 1 (hopefully of few)

I had my first job interview on Monday with the only recruitment consultant I can bare to be in the same room, it must’ve been the most unprofessional meeting ever. The initial ‘I didn’t think I’ll be seeing you for at least another 3 years’, ‘your dress is so pretty’, back by ‘I love your suit’, general fashion overseas, ‘you’re a lady of leisure’ etc…’I have something you would be perfect for EA for a developer’.

Interview set Tuesday at Double Bay, I thought went all right, I never know with these things. I was probably too cocky, it was an EA position, in other words I think its below me, but it was paying well and local. 2 major facets of the business the agency practice which is commercial/retail sales and leasing and the property development, mostly backpacker hostels and hotel refurbishment – that’s what I’m interested in.

Feedback: ‘we are looking for someone with more retail/commercial leasing experience’. Well considering I’ve never had any real estate commercial /retail experience why the fuck was I put forward? Fucking waste of time!

Thursday interview with a recruitment consultant, I just have to make a point of saying recruitment consultants should not be allowed to be cute, I was fighting my urge to flirt. This is not the preferred manner I wish to present myself. Hehehehe…

Feedback from consultant: this position sounds like what you’ve been doing, I have a feeling it won’t be challenging for you – let me make that fucking decision!

Well it looks like this employment journey is going to be interesting and long, that’s what I get exiting the industry working for the best and taking a minor change.

On a positive note I had a serendipitous phone call, a guy from *insert company name* he had my details from 3 jobs ago, wanting to arrange a meeting to discuss some new products… Hmmm… I asked many questions, he asked me to come in on Monday and see if he can place me somewhere. Mostly sales orientated (I hate sales) but the consultants are spoon fed leads, there’s only the conversion. Ha! Easy! *snap*

A follow on from last weeks little Saturday job, a 2 hour open house inspection. I have another lined up on Wednesday, things are okay, I have to keep telling myself that. I finish one job on Tuesday and I have work on Wednesday, I shouldn’t stress… Deep breathes.

The Christmas Party

I attended yesterday, I wanted to go out with a little class, I wanted to see my QLD colleagues, try the food and really my MD would be more uncomfortable than me...

The lunch at Golden Century was spectacular, started with peeking duck, steamed dim sim (that I didn’t have, who knows whats in those) steamed oysters, the best oysters I think I’ve ever had, duck san chow bow. 2 huge mud crabs, one salt and pepper the other ginger and shallots, rainbow trout and crispy skin chicken all toped off with yummy fruit platter complemented through out with too many bottles of wine.

I went for the food.

Over lunch I was generally quite, I usually am wen I’m in a large group of people that I don’t feel comfortable around (I know a couple of you may disagree now that we’ve met face to face). Luckily I was next to ex-colleague from QLD, what a laugh, he’s such a great entertaining guy, its kinda a shame we didn’t work closer, I spoke to his wife more, fun chatter box she is!

I had fully intended to leave straight after lunch, but no, I stayed, drinks at The Loft Bar and I enjoyed the company of the new girl* and the QLD-ers like I said I would oh, and another glass of wine and port…

I’ve been invited to crash up in Mackay, see what the town has to offer in way of employment opportunities, there’s a lot of development up there, you know what, I may just do that – get away from this sorry excuse of a Sydney summer for a while!

I left by 7pm a great excuse being “I have to feed and walk the dog!”

Trick on me was, all that seafood and alcohol.. yea.. Another work Christmas party tonight, I’m her date.

*I did say new girl, they employ one person and get rid of me. I’m also the third person to be shown the door in less than 3 months.

Christmas office Party

I’ve been tossing this issue to and fro all week.

Today is the office Christmas party. This is the office that made my position redundant. This is the office that said; no we don’t want her working for us any longer…

It’s a lunch. I’ve agreed to attend only because there are a couple of my ‘former colleagues’ coming from Mackay to be here and I would like to see them. Oh, and we are going to Golden Century Restaurant, I’ve never been and really want to.

I’m still not 100% if I should attend.

Random-ness

I totally forgot about this!

Reason #98526 why I DO NOT use the public transport system

Bus ride into Paddington on Saturday night. I was sitting next to some random guy. He blew in my hair.

Seriously, he blew in my hair.

Who are these people? And why are they among us?

Yea… Ummm…

Further to yesterday’s post. I didn’t sign back into messenger yesterday, why? Too many demons 2 ex-boyfriends could potentially pop online, there’s 2 guys I’ve ‘been intimate with’ that I just can’t be bothered saying ‘hi’ and of course Dr D. At least he is good for a laugh.

Well since I haven’t been ‘on-line’ he decided to send through the following text:

Ello ello Miss N, aka Luscious Lustful Lass. Yes being down-sized sucks badly babe, however we should celebrate our mutual misfortune with some wow-wow fun and if our cyber chemistry translates only 25% into the real world, we’ll have an awesome time together, lol, BUT if it’s in the 90’s Buddha help us both.. Now what say you? STOP BLUSHING!!! Warm regards & ciao D. aka Naughty BAD BAD Boy

Gold! Absolute gold! I couldn’t come up with anything as genius as that!

Given my emotional roller coaster of the last couple days and I’m toey as a roman sandal – not doing so well today, I could take him up on the offer.

Just when you thought it was safe to go back into… messenger…?

It’s been a while - Dr D strikes again. I don’t use messenger often but now I’m at the office and leaving soon I thought I’ll pop on, within 3 seconds of singing in:


~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
FUCK ME
Miss N says:
gotta like that for opening messageMiss N says:
hi
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
hi
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
yes baby BUT youre so slow you'll be dead before you get around to that 4 hours of Nirvana, lol...~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
So let's celebrate Miss N with some wild yummy wow-wow sex I'll cook dinner and then we can be dessert
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
lol
Miss N says:
Ahhh..
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
surprise me and say YES
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
lol~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
Im extremely talented
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
lolMiss N says:
ha!
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
seriously Miss N Im seriously impressive, lol... so "hah!" yourself
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
and we'd be GREAT together, lol... we'd both have an awesome wow-wow time...
Miss N says:
really?~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
besides you love sex more than you let on, lol, and youre much wilder in the boudoir than you want people to know lol... but dont worry your secret safe with moi
~ Spiritual ~ Chatterbox says:
YES really

Not Here!

I couldn’t believe what I was reading.

Sex work to pay off a 'debt' is so common in Czech Republic, and throughout Eastern Europe.

I expect so much more from Australians and Australia.

Job Searching

I can't help find this hilarious!

The Best Scene from Modern Musicals..

There's something about this scene that just makes me wanna dance, sing and I really relate to the girl popping!

*slurp*

The Answer to Life’s Problems is at the Bottom of an Alcoholic Beverage

After my recent news of unemployment, I thought this is not the most important thing in my life, my life will not stop, I have so much on, so much to do in the coming weeks, the silly season is here and I'm partaking in everything I can.

This work things is a speed hump and this time I can say ‘at least I have my health’ unlike my last jobless period.

I must extend my gratitude to all my wonderful friends for their support and willingness to have a drink with me.

Love you all!!!

Friday night straight after work I had a birthday drink for my dad at The Dolphin Hotel.

Then Julia and I splurged on a great dinner at Bistro Moncur, French Onion Soufflé Yummm… Followed by the most delicious chicken meal I think I've ever had, the food was so rich neither of us could fit in dessert.

Well, when one door closes a window opens, I had just been commissioned to do some weekend work again, 2 hours at the most beautiful building in the city, a converted church into residential apartments starting from $690, 000 for a one bedroom without parking – kinda an 'in your face this is what you’re never going to afford' thing. No. Must stop that, one day I’ll be in the penthouse, right?

After my little work stint I met The Reverend Tim and his mates at WBJ for a little shopping – YAY! Big hug hello! Very exciting meeting another blogger for the first time! A million smiles! A nice cool beverage at The Eastern in the early afternoon hours…

I had a big night planned, boozin’ and shmoozin’ dinner and pub crawl with Cibby (my invitation was caught in the office spam filter a couple weeks ago, hence my little jealous post) I was to be Baz’s date for a party where I’d more than likely be seeing Sabre Boy. Since Tim and the boys were in town I invited them to join.

Dressed in Armani for that hint of confidence (much needed) V and I went to start out night at the Paddington Arms Hotel the starting point of our pub crawl, then the Light Brigade Hotel for a quick one, we walked down to The National, it was closing in 15 minutes – how did it get that late? With Paddo licensing restrictions starting to take affect we jumped on a bus that took way toooooo long into the city all due to the Robbie Williams concert.

When we finally arrived at The Arthouse to attend this party with an open bar, my mate had already left, he had witnessed some stabbing so called it a night – wuss!

We danced at The Hilton until someone had the idea of Karaoke… I generally hate karaoke, my voice is not a singing voice married with my daggy music taste, not a good idea in the past – I had an awesome time after my initial giggling and what am I doing here thoughts.

The sky was becoming lighter and jumped into a cab home for some shut eye. Not enough sleep later I was at J’s mum’s house for a little orientation as I’ll be house/dog sitting for the week. Couldn’t be better timing!

Part 2 of Dad’s birthday celebration was at The Lane Cove Steak House, 5 hours of eating and drinking, the most delectable steak smothered with béarnaise sauce, a couple bottles of red in the sun… I should not have driven home. 6pm I fell into bed for a cat nap.

I felt so good to be surrounded by friends and family all weekend. I have the best support network ever. A job will come and in the meantime life will not stop!

180

Well.

From my last post to now… A full 180

Retrenched.

Again.

3rd time lucky, maybe not.

Snippets

Managing Director: What are you doing?

scissors in hand, cutting paper down to size for new labels for my folders

Me: Procrastinating!

eyes wide and bright, smile ear to ear

MD: Do you want to get a coffee?

double smile and a nod

Me: Sure!

MD: okay, I’ll have a skim latte and get something for yourself.

I bouncy walk to my desk to get my office keys

Crazy scary guy in side Surry Hills alley: Good morning Miss

Me: Hello!

continue with bouncy walk and smile

Barista: Beautiful dress

coy smile, slight puff out of chest

Me: Thanks! (I place my order)

reading magazines why waiting for coffee, dancing a little to the lounge music

Barista: Latte and Flat White

walky-dance to counter

Me: Thank you! (a little too cheery)

walking out of coffee shop, bump into cute guy with coffees in my hand

Me: Oh, sorrryyy…

big big smile

Cute guy walking into coffee shop: Nice bumping into you

Me: thanks..

sheepish smile, step down and confidence bouncy walk up the hill

Its one good day!

chair dancing to Latin Jazz at my desk

The Gift Registry

I love gift registries, I mean I really love them. I have a wedding to attend in January, the bride and groom have 2 registries active. Peters of Kensington and Myer, someone needs to advise Myer that its 2006, seriously, no online shopping?

Well, after my rant a few weeks ago about the art of giving gifts now it’s my turn to purchase. So I figure as a wedding guest the bride and groom are spending $120 to $180 per person to attend (I actually know the exact amount, love my friends, they can complain about these things to me. Kosher weddings are expensive!) as a guest I should purchase a gift to the same or similar value as the cost of having me there.

I had a look at both lists, prices of items range $35 - $750, I figure the majority of guests would be spending the same amount as me, basing that assumption on the above theory, so I’ll try to get in early, not having to spend over my budget for the occasion.

The issue I have, there are a few items in ‘my price range’ that I dislike, I’m aware I shouldn’t impose my personal taste onto another. But I can not come to terms with putting money on something I don’t like. Is it wrong not to purchase a gift on a wedding registry that you don’t like when it is what they want?

A Movie and A Cause

Last night I wanted to just sit back relax and watch a bit of mind numbing TV before heading off the bed early and read the same page 6 times before falling asleep. An ideal Tuesday night when I have no plans nor care to make any (other than a possible dinner date to get me out of cooking, yep feeling that lazy)

What a turn of events, after making myself a light dinner, plonked myself on the lounge I saw a preview for 3 Needles and as World Aids Day was last Friday, which I fully intended to write a little something in support, but as far as I got was wearing red.

My eyes were fixed on the screen. 3 Needles is by no means going to win any awards for its brilliance however it displays bluntly that the virus doesn’t discriminate against sexual orientations, money, religion or borders. 3 stories of the Aids epidemic on 3 different continents

It opens with what the western world would see as a brutal genital mutilation in tribal South Africa. A coming of age ceremony for teenage boys by way of ritualistic circumcision which spreads the disease… We are then taken to a remote village in China where a black-market blood dealer collects blood from poor farmers and spreads the virus through dirty equipment and non-testing of blood. The virus wipes out entire villages and the blood dealer moves onto another town. The story in Montreal Canada introduces the viewer to the life of a porn star that’s contracted the virus, it’s a disturbing story as he passes his monthly tests by substituting his father’s blood to continue working, the rest of the story is far fetched to the point of ridiculous. The story goes back to Africa and the Aids–decimated plantation, where those infected with the virus are prescribed by the witch doctor to get rid of the infection is to have sex with a virgin. This results in rapes of children as young as 4 and attacks on the nuns coming to assist.

These aren’t just stories unfortunately, it wasn’t too long ago there was a man from Africa in Australia with the virus, he had infected 2 woman via unprotected sex, he didn’t find anything wrong with his actions.

I remember when a friend would always comment on my constant abuse of my body, bad food, not working out enough, late nights out, drinking too much alcohol. He would say to me ‘a moment on the lips is a lifetime on the hips’ it wasn’t until recently I was advised he has been battling the Aids virus for many years.

With that said, awareness heightened, this post is my little way of showing support for those unfortunate to contract the disease by innocence.

For all of out there, be safe!

Warmer weather = SANGRIA

Serving size: Serves 10 or more
Cooking time: Quick with advance preparation
This recipe can be prepared a day ahead. Add the lemonade just before serving.
Makes 1½ litres (6 cups)

INGREDIENTS
¼ cup (60ml) orange juice
¼ cup (55g) caster sugar
1 cinnamon stick
4 whole cloves
2 medium (480g) oranges, peeled, sliced thinly
750ml red wine (such as shiraz)
3 cups (750ml) lemonade

METHOD
+ Heat juice, sugar, cinnamon and cloves in a small saucepan, stirring, until sugar is dissolved.
+ Pour over orange slices in large bowl or jug, cover, refrigerate for several hours or overnight.
+ Remove cloves and cinnamon.
+ Add wine to the orange mixture.
+ Just before serving, add lemonade.
+ Serve in wine glasses.

Re-Established Blog

Over a year has past since I last posted on my other blog on my local area and after a short conversation with Sarah I decided to re-vamp her (the blog that is)

5 Streets Eastern Suburbs

I'll try to update weekly on the best parts and the worst of Sydney's Eastern Suburbs (not that there are any bad parts)

Requests are also welcome.

If you want to join and tell the blogworld about your 5 streets, feel free and drop me a line and I'll link!

The Best Call!

My friend RC called me! *squeals* This is a guy I went to Tafe with in 1997 and then we ended up working together while studying for 2 years.

This is just so totally out of the blue!

He is such an awesome guy after our ‘late shift’ each Wednesday night we would head down to Bill and Tony’s for dinner followed by a long chat under the stars at Lady Mrs Macquarie’s chair while watching the cargo ships go by…

I remember one night, he was driving, we were at lights in Bondi Junction we had Next, Too Close playing (on CD) and we pulled up along another car that had the same song playing – when we scoped out the adjacent car, he was all “hi mate, how you doing?” I was speechless! It was Jez!

About 5 years ago he moved way out west, I was seeing Mr Possessive thus our friendship slowly dissipated.

I’m so excited! We are catching up next week for dinner and chat like old times.

I can’t wait!

Week Blah End

So, a weekend where no plans were on the horizon I usually view with open arms, I tend to enjoy being able to do whatever takes my fancy when the fancy strikes, however this weekend I wanted some excitement.

Friday afternoon I finished work 5:00pm on-the-dot and dashed to the local to met Julia for a quick drink at The Clock, I love that we can be chatting, emailing all day and when we see each other we have so much to say we’re off in 37 different tangents, then have to work back to find out what instigated the topic, everything was covered in an hour. Skin graph tests will be scheduled.

I was home in time to watch the 6pm news headlines and almost fell asleep on the lounge, why was I so tired?

M called on his way home from work, took a detour past my house, dropped off my birthday present and handed my the keys to his new s4 audi to ‘take for a test drive’ this car is sex on wheels! HOT!

M and I went for a couple drinks at The Golden Sheaf, so many people, it’s a Friday night. Don’t these people have anywhere better to go? M has only been there with me on a Sunday afternoon, he doesn’t come east very often, you know, the big bad bridge issue. He was pleasantly surprised by the amount of eye candy on parade and then shocked as 80% of the Roosters team walked past us, it’s the eastern suburbs! I exchanged acknowledgment nods with one of the more distinguished players on the team then questioned to high hell as to how I know him…

We left early, but, I still had his keys… I took the long way home.

As the good little girl I have been of late, I was up at the gym at 8am Saturday, why are there so many people are there so early? When I got home I came to the realisation I didn’t have anything to do all day. For some reason it upset me… to get over it, I gave myself a full body scrub, put a treatment through my hair, mani / pedi and plonked myself in front of the tele and watched Great Expectations.

The day drifted so slowly.

Saturday night i attended a dinner at Anahita, Persian restaurant in Lane Cove, I was invited by a sweet adorable girl I met at fencing. I felt thrown to the wolves, Jane was invited by a girl she goes to Uni with and she was the only person she knew, there I was all dressed up like a designer whore (from being in cargo’s singlet and thongs all day I needed to dress up) I’m not good in large groups, I turn into this little introverted person I don’t know or like, I thought the best conversation starter be “How did you meet?” “We met in biblical studies, and these are my friends from church” Oh, I’m an avid atheist, I look around at the guests she gestured to, they are looking in my direction, oh no, how do I get out of this one, “that’s fantastic” drop it drop it drop it… “what religion are you?” fuck, “I was brought up Church of England” okay, that should be alright, I’m not lying, that’s a sin for church going people. I look at Jane for some assistance… She’s caught up in another conversation – help me. “Do you go the church?” I couldn’t hide my initial reaction, you know that one of not ever willingly, “No I don’t go unless it’s a wedding, christening etc...” I’m putting in my best effort “why don’t you go more often” I’m not going to get into this. I loathe religious talk and speculation. “I don’t attend as I’m atheist” the questions rolled on, “Have you read the bible?” I couldn’t believe this! Why am I here? How do I get out of this? Attention was on me, “I’ve only read bits and pieces of the bible when I went to a catholic school” this has to end. “Anyway, I don’t care to speak of religious beliefs on first meetings”

Jane caught my eye and apologised, she had no idea. As soon as we finished dessert, we were outta there.

Sunday I decided to take myself out to Leichhardt, I have no idea why, I just haven’t been there during the day for the longest time, thought of it and couldn’t escape my mind. I did a quick run through my phone to see who I could invite, I just continued to scroll, I was in one of those moods… I went solo, i thought of going to the little car memorabilia store to pick up a Ferrari cap for my nephew, he loves Ferrari, if I had it my way I’d try to convince him to go Porsche. The store has closed and been replaced by a Thai massage parlour – is nothing sacred? (Yes I consider a Ferrari memorabilia store sacred!)

I had lunch while reading the paper, enjoyed a coffee people watching and there was something about the day, I wished for a second that I had a boyfriend (or alike) to join me for Sunday lunches. Damn it! I bought a DVD and some kitcheny stuff went home and plonked myself back in front of the TV and watched Take the Lead, could there be a more clichéd movie?

I slept badly and no back at work for another week, what is this weather? Bring on summer? I know it’s going to be one hell of a busy week, my boss in on leave. I’m just so happy I have next weekend to look forward to… Let the time fly…

Disturbing as well as Fun

Sitemeter directions???

“Bang my sister” – this is just nasty!
“Giving knives as presents and pennies” – we established giving knives isn’t a good idea
“Who sang mirror mirror on the wall” – refer to my previous post on Snow White
"We come from the land down under” – Yep, I’m proud to say I do!
“Fighting Girls” – Hmmm... Whatever..
“Lemonchello recipe” Naaaa… You have an ol’ school Italian gentleman make it for you
"Marry someone who loves you more" – Of course
“How many episodes did the first season of Entourage have?” I’m so addicted to this show – 8 episodes.
“Inspirational religious stories” – most definitely directed to the wrong blog
“Is the "Holden Barina" a "girlie" car” – no two ways about it. YES!

Who are these people? Why do they live among us?