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You Like Who???

I’m fully aware of the grades of incorrectness when it comes to men I like, my expectations of a man, deal breakers and what have I missed? Appearance! All those luscious exterior qualities I desire.

Well this post isn’t going to give insight to that! hehehehehehehe.... Instead I’m going to talk about what woman men I’ve known and loved thought were the hottest stuff.

MFL (my first love for the newer reader) He had an interest in Uma Thurman. I think Uma is beautiful in an exotic way, classy, an exquisite understated glamour..


BF no. 2 (AKA Dom) He swayed toward the classic girl. His ultimate woman was Audrey Hepburn. Audrey, I tried smoking when I was younger to imitate the 'classy Holly Golightly esque' image... I coughed and hacked away, not the look I was going for. Audrey is just elegance personified.

BF no. 3 (AKA Tiz’) He had the biggest crush on Eliza Duska. What a hot body she has, not a main stream actress, a sassy girl...

A guy I met a little while ago mentioned his ideal woman was Furgie from the Black Eyed Peas – Fugly Furgie! OMFG... Why do men find this woman attractive? I just don't get it. Bad face, bad fashion sense and I dislike her music with a passion. WTF is Furgilious??? But, her boy friend - WOW!

The guy that liked Furgie... He had to go!

Words for "The Awesome Foursome"

You know who you are! *wink*

Complete Blah

I woke this morning to the sound of a delivery trucks radio blaring, I look at the time and my alarm didn’t activate, it was only 10 minutes later... I rolled over and pulled the blankets closer, I could hear tire's of cars passing by through the rain. I will myself to throw the covers back and start preparing myself for the day ahead.

I stumble into the bathroom, curse the red wine content from the night prior and question when half a bottle of red wine had affect the following day, snicker to myself ‘many other people would consider half a bottle of wine to be a lot’. I stood under the too hot water starring blankly at the tiles, the water cascading down the tiles – the water felt so prefect caressing my skin.

I wrapped a towel around me and sat on the ledge of the bath, I really don’t have it in me today… I could almost hear the time ticking away. My first meeting at 7.30am, I thought to myself ‘he better be cute’*. I staggered back into my room and opened my wardrobe, a closet full of clothes and nothing to wear… I pull out plain black skirt, plain black knit pull it on and realize I can’t get away with this outfit without ironing, I look for something that doesn’t require any effort. No alternatives.

Why is getting dressed such a chore? I had my skirt on, jumper and still a bit chilled I think of stockings, can’t be bothered putting them on, I’m between leg wax’s so I pick up my novelty socks and pull on my knee high boots – no one will get close enough to me to see my slightly exposed knee hair… I then think how disappointing that is, no one to race to the beautician for. I strategically place my fluffy scarf around my neck covering the V-line my jumper leaves, I make my porridge and eat quickly as I cover up my face with colours of steely blues, no lip stick today just a thin slice of gloss… I pick up my coat from the other wardrobe and I can’t find my umbrella. I run to the car in my 4” heeled boots grab my umbrella from the back seat and wander down to the bus stop.

My leather gloves aren’t protecting me from the cold, my knees feel the cold breeze, I wish I could stay under a blanket and watch DVD’s all day. I’m in the city, it feels bare… I feel like the only person walking from the train, I have my umbrella up but today I don’t care if I get wet right through. I walk past the street vendor with apples I always think of purchasing but never do. The next traffic lights I realize I didn’t even brush my hair this morning.

A strong skim flat white ordered, an introduction to the building, I’ve locked a tenant out of their office** and now stare aimlessly out the window at the bobbing umbrellas over the walk-bridge… It’s not even 9.30am.

*He was cute, not a flutter
** First eviction in a 9 year real estate career

The Bestest Friends

I went out to dinner tonight with one of the best guys I've ever known. My memories of him surround a song that speaks of dancing up close and sitting on rocks at Lady Mrs Macquaries Chair watching the cargo ships drift past.

A huge thank you for a wonderful night as always and it's such a delight to receive my favourite flowers - I love you!

Words Only a Friend Would Love…

Text message:

Right left right middle middle and 3 on right.


Text exchange:

Me: What’s the name of that guy, the big one?
Friend: The ugly one?
Me: The chunky one
Friend: Oh *insert name*


Note: A post inspired by Ant

Week 3 - June 2007

Job Status: What a week! 6 chocka block days of drama
Gym workouts: I didn’t make it to the gym at all – there goes $33 down the drain
Movies watched: Bad Movie Sunday. Xanadu, Glitter, Best Laid Plan
Reading: Travel brochures YAY YAY YAY
Diet: Not eating well at all
Alcohol consumption: 4 consecutive alcohol free days
Song stuck in my mind: If you'll be my girlfriend.... *NSYNC
Quote of the Week:

Hello Baby, boy when you disappear you certainly disappear don't you lol.. Hope all is fab & fabulous gorgeous girl re work, friends & family

Brrrrrrr weather isn't it

Let's try and touch base THIS year sometime shall we, lol... MWAH MWAH ciao D xox

Dr D. (LONG TIME NO HEAR)
Random Observation: Just because I can get a skirt on (one I purchased 5 years ago) does not mean it ‘fits’ there’s no way I’m eating today… or is it the perfect excuse to buy a new skirt?
Money Spent: Nothing out of budget

How much Is TOO Much???

It’s stock take sale time… On my lunch break Friday I went for a little walk through Myer, I don’t like the current fashion (miss that floor), I have enough shoes (does a woman ever have enough shoes?), make up and perfume – nup. Stockings / pantyhose at 30% off not bad but it would take me 30 minutes in the line. I thought homewares, I love home homewares… I don’t really have a home, but when I’m all really to move into my new house when I finally get around to purchasing (so many ‘when’s’ there) I want to have most kitchen ware on hand.

Looking around I found... Peugeot makes salt and pepper grinders. I want them!

They're so beautiful

Tthe world's sixth-largest car manufacturer has been making pepper, salt and coffee mills for longer than they have been making cars. The Peugeot brothers converted the family mill to produce steel in 1810 and began producing pepper mills in 1842, when the steel pepper mill mechanism was invented by a Peugeot engineer.

The mechanism was so reliable that it has remained in production, virtually unchanged, ever since and remains the most reliable on the market, so much so that it comes with a lifetime guarantee.

Today the Peugeot mills are made at Besançon, in south-west France. Nowadays they use machines but the production process itself has hardly changed in more than 100 years.

The difference between Peugeot pepper mills and salt mills is the mechanism.

Pepper mills use durable hardened steel, for its exacting machining and long term performance. Case hardening is used; a tempering process that makes the grinding head as hard as a ball bearing.

Peugeot pepper mill grinding mechanisms have two different size grooves: Channeling and Grinding. Channeling grooves (the larger ones) are designed to line up the peppercorns and to crack them. The Grinding grooves (the smaller ones) do the actual fine grinding process.

The larger grooves are still individually hand cut into the mechanism using the techniques utilized in the 1842, when the mechanism was first created by Peugeot.

**** More information on Peugeot salt and pepper mills

A Tribute - Gianfranco Ferre

Gianfranco Ferre passed away June 15th 2007. He's one of my favourite (and worn almost daily) designers.

Now I must do whats right and try to fit into those white linen pants ;-)

Ferre started his career as an accessories and jewellery designer, and then moved on to clothes. His unofficial title as Italy's architect of fashion came thanks to the degree in architecture he obtained in 1969 from Milan's Polytechnic Institute that inspired his designs.

He started his company in the mid-1970s, but his major leap came in 1989, when he was tapped by Bernard Arnault to be the top designer for Christian Dior. At the time, it was almost unheard of for a non-French designer to take the reins of the Parisian house. Ferre stayed on at Dior until 1996, when he returned to Milan to tend to his own men's and women's collections.

Ferre's style was based on simple and structured lines, and the white blouse became one of his trademarks. His suits were used by businesswomen around the world seeking a sophisticated look.

* Commentary from Canberra Times
** Most photos with compliments Travel Italy - Hope you don't mind David. Love you! Wrap up on the last collection

I *Heart* This Clip

I’m neither for nor against Paris. Okay, so she’s made a career of attending parties, wearing some great outfits – some absolutely shocking ‘getup’s’, I think she’s made some absurd decisions – money talks...

I don’t pick up gossip rags, my attention span for Entertainment News is less than 30seconds, but when I saw this I couldn’t stop laughing!

June 2007 – Week 2

Job Status: Working out my ‘duties’ I will be commission by 2 companies and so far know sweet fuck all of how this will work. I actually slammed, stamped and cursed (oh my) at the office today
Gym workouts: boxing and dance, I’m looking to restart fencing – I miss it
Movies watched:
Midnight Express – unfortunately dated
The Sentinel – the actors looked too much alike I got confused
BoyTown – tears on my… dishpan hands... special time of the month… Pussy whipped… Hilarious stuff
I *heart* Huckabees (half) I didn’t care for it
Pleasantville – very well… Pleasant
Reading: Nothing
Diet: Too much of every indulgence!
Alcohol consumption: I think I’m trying to find the answers to every question under the sun at the bottom of an alcoholic beverage
Song stuck in my mind: Something... “In the morning….” I heard it several times Saturday night / Sunday morning, the instrumental bridge is on repeat, I don’t know the song or artist.
Random Observation: I believe the worst job would be a street vendor, naturally I thought this last Thursday during the storms
Quote of the Week:

Don’t worry, you look good

Stray guy walking past me at Crows Nest Hotel. Just because I was adjusting my top that got caught on the zip of my handbag shouldn’t be an invitation for such comment. But wait, he was cute!
Money Spent: Money on Booze – so classy.

The Queens Birthday Long Weekend

The Queens birthday long weekend… I’m sure many have seen the pictures or news on the storms we New South Welshman experienced. I’m happy to report the anticipated holiday at the Hunter Valley for a delightfully debauched weekend of wine tasting, cheese and chocolate eating was far from happening when two of the girls decided to head up to Queensland and poor me not knowing if I had money coming through the door in the next week, it was a blessing to miss it the storm, the floods...


Instead Friday night I had dinner with Mr J. at my home away from home, good thing it was walking stumbling distance. I was running a little late (I know - I know, it's only up the road) When I got there, mustn't have been more than 7 minutes late Mr J. had already ordered his dinner and it arrived just as I walked in. He said he was early and didn't think it would come so fast! SO FUCKING RUDE! He lost almost all points right then and there.


As per usual with Mr J. after we finished dinner he asked 'what do you want to do now?' This statement frustrates me greatly, it was a pet peeve with my ex-BF. I'm happy to stay somewhere for hours and just chat, noooo... He needs to 'do something' we went to Mickeys for hot chocolate and cake. I was anxiously embarrassed when he started 'resighting' his lyrics. He only got a peck for a kiss good night.


Saturday night I was faced with a conundrum - picked up by the best looking guy that's ever shown interest in mere little me (Ryan Reynolds look-a-like). What does a gal do? Chit chat and play coy hoping that glass of champers he just bought will lead to many more drinks over several more occasions or seize the moment and kiss this gorgeous man as in the harsh light of day he may disappear.


Carpe diem! I went for it, I went home with him... It was a blur of arms, legs, skin, lips, kisses of passion unleashed. Nails running down his torso, my back involuntarily arching with pleasure.


I can still here the music playing softly in the background as we laid closely on the bed wet with sweat. His arm around me. We spooned, his warm breathe on the back of my neck, the kissing and light nibbling on my ear... The drift off to sleep with his body sculptured into mine. I remember waking in the middle of the night, his muscular golden arm still in its place, his breathe steady caressing my skin. He woke. His fingers navigated my body..


Again...


And again....


Sunday morning (yep, I spent the night) I tried to get a cab home, 45 minutes later a couple of distressed calls to V and a taxi company that refused to pick me up from 'a corner'. My last resort... I rang dad like a damsel in distress, he came to my resew and picked me up within minutes and dropped me off to my friends place - no explanation necessary or I should say required.


Chez Rene for dinner, still recovering from a barely sleeping night, a day of DVD's and hang over cures. Dad and his partner took me for dinner as per usual 3 bottles of wine sit on the table. Entree, I tried Crocodile for the first time served with Sauce Bearnaise. It was unbelievably good. Like fishy chicken. Main was Canard a l'Orange (Half duck, partly boned, roasted and served with an orange sauce), cooked to perfection. Dessert Mousse au chocolat - Dark and white chocolate mousse, served with chocolate sauce. The richest meal I think I've ever had... The end of the meal all 3 bottles of wine consumed.


The end of an era. Chez Rene Restaurant closed it's doors after 37 years of trading.


Monday a nice long lunch with mum, sister and nephew at Bondi Junction, I was tired, hang over. Mum wanted to go to a movie, I want to sleep. We went home, put on some bad TV and I was asleep on the lounge by 6pm

BOOM! BOOM!

I said at the beginning of the year I wanted to start my own business. It just occurred to me – I have! I registered all the little thingy-majiggies earlier this year and I’m working as a property consultant. I have had 3 months steady income since inception, how many new businesses sustain that? I have 2 consultancy contracts pending to cover me for the next 6 months. BOOM!

I just realised I’ve been looking at the situation from the wrong angle… All this time I’ve had what I wanted, my own Property Consulting Business.

**I’ve been watching too much Entourage

Week - 23 June

Job Status: Well, my contract expired and ‘next week’ ‘lunch on Monday’ ‘coffee on Tuesday’. 2 offers from other companies that I’ve met through this job. Good impression maybe…. ?
Gym workouts: 5 hours of aerobic endurance – must loose some of this chunk!!!
Movies watched: Pirates of the Caribbean - At Worlds End
Reading: The Bride Stripped Bare - anonymous - I haven’t picked it up all week…
Diet: Lots of pasta, that’s all I’ve been craving
Alcohol consumption: Friday night would be someone’s monthly alcohol quota – seriously.
Song stuck in my mind: What a Difference a Day Makes…. Twenty-four little hours... Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain… Dinah Washington – can’t believe Vikki’s never heard it!
Quote of the Week:

Is this Sydney?

Yaniv, holidaying in Sydney from Israel. I had just got on the train at Bondi Junction he wanted to go to Town Hall, my stop. He followed me almost all the way to work asking questions about places to see.

Random Observation: When I’m politely demanding action I’m being avoided
Money Spent: I bought two pairs of fishnet stockings for $31

The Simple Things

He’s waiting for you at your front door

He opens the car door

He gives you the window seat at one of your favourite café’s

Drinking huge mugs of hot chocolate snuggled on a big leather lounge

He links my arm in his as we walk

He holds my hand through the entire movie

A gentle kiss good night…