I really admire people who are domestic goddesses, and people who seem to effortlessly keep a gorgeous home! I frequently joke that if something happened to me, CSI would be dumbfounded by the “clues” in my house… Really, just illogical mess! How do you get motivated to be all domestic? 
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domestic ungodess
can a grown man fit into a baby swim float?
So. Tonight S for some inexplicable reason decided to test the limits of physics.
OH YES HE DID.
I came home and saw this on the kitchen counter.
INFANT SWIM SEAT
Yup. Apparently as a prop he’s going to use for some work games thing. (Yes, those are flippers in the background of the shot. No, I don’t want to know what this work game involves.)
So S holds this box up, like something brilliant is brewing in his mind, smiles coyly at me and says, “Wanna see me get into it?”
Err.
People.
PEOPLE.
THIS is a man who weighed almost 11 pounds (almost 5 kilos!) at birth.
Our nickname for him at the dance school is Mr Incredible because he hasn’t exactly changed in stature from birth till now. He’s still larger than life, musclier than most, and well, simply put, HE’S NOT A SMALL MAN.
Plus he bought the smallest POSSIBLE swim float. For 6-12 month old infants. Maximum weight = 11kg (not that he was planning to use it as an actual floating device or anything so PHEW).
And so I watch. With a mix of trepidation and fascination.
And he cuts it up.
And blows it into its intended shape.
Disappears behind the kitchen door to don it.
Don’t worry, this is Safe For Work.
No nudity on THIS site, EVER.
And.
Ladies and gentlemen, apparently, I am marrying a genius. Or a madman.
I present to you, for the supreme cause of THE GIGGLES:
OOH LA LA! VOILA! IT EVEN FITS! *SPEECHLESS*
The thing I love about S? He NEVER stops at a costume opportunity. And will travel the distance to make it entertaining. What’s the most unlikely item of costume you’ve used for a prop?
random bits and bobs
Well, it’s once again been almost a MONTH since posting.
The reality is, I used to have oodles of time to blog, what with spinal injuries and whatnot. Now though, with working some stupidly random hours most days, planning the festival of S & me (our wedding madness), trying to catch up with my friends I’ve neglected over the last 18 months and OH my godness the travelling I’ve been doing, it’s been a little bit hard.
My poor blog sits here like an abandoned child with a mummy who’s forgotten to pick it up from school.
Anyway.
In the last 4 weeks, I’ve been to 2 interstate weekend events to teach & perform (Sydney Bachata Fest & Doudoule Dance Camp), 2 different countries (Singapore & Malaysia) for teaching and performing with my team, taught SEVEN daytime workshops in iPad for Seniors, taught 2 brand new modules of workshops in blogging and Facebook for Seniors, trained 2 couples for the upcoming Australian Latin Open (including choreographing one of their routines from scratch), cancelled a wedding venue, found a new one (oh nightmares!), attended a wedding, designed and am halfway through the endless printing, cutting and assembling of invites, and then some. It’s been a little bit crazy, and the neglect of my sanity has shown in the house that until yesterday looked like a tornado had run through it, my needing 10.5 hours of sleep 3 nights in the last week, the fact that my back that hasn’t hurt in a couple of months is now acting up for no reason again.
And then suddenly I got to today, and it’s 4 days before my birthday, I haven’t organised any kind of celebration which is frankly QUITE the downer given last year I had a birthday MONTH, and I haven’t updated the blog with the thousands of photos I’ve taken of late!
So here’s a bunch of bits and pieces from the last few weeks…
S and I discovered a lovely little restaurant in our neighbourhood. It’s Japanese, which pleases me immensely – I was about to give up hope that our area had ANY good Asian eateries at all. We’ve been there for date nights twice in the last month.
aww date night
See, it looks so nice and sweet and lovely until you see the text messages I was typing out to my sister as we sat there.
sigh.
When we were in Malaysia, I spotted this HILARIOUS Engrish. I actually look at this at least once a day and can’t stop giggling uncontrollably. A DOUBLE ZIPPER OF RELIEF!
bet you can't guess what this actually is/does...
And do you know why you can’t guess what it is? Because it’s a CUTTING BOARD SANITIZING BAG. err. WHAT? Who needs those things? Don’t people wash things in the sink?!
I got rid of the hair extensions I got in January. Before I got a chance to even blog about them! I will be getting them in again soon, so the short version of the story is – I loved them. I loved having hair that swished around my shoulders, and twice as thick as my natural hair. I loved that I could shave my head last August and now have long hair, and no one seemed to be able to tell I had fake hair. I’ll be putting them back in for the wedding because S’ only request is that I have long hair for our big day. Well, NO PROBLEMO BEBE, it’ll be long and luscious alright. When I removed them, my hair was lopsided from when I shaved half my head last year. It doesn’t look so bad though.
a sleepy morning photo I took in Malaysia to send to S
Last weekend, Sam and I performed our cha cha routine for what may be the last time before he moves away (SHRIEK OF DESPAIR!). It was a pretty good execution and a nice way for us to finish off an amazing 6 months of working together, travelling and performing this routine everywhere in Australia as well as overseas.
photo by jc photography
I’ve always been a Scrabble fiend, and I’m lucky enough that my friends and family are all pretty clever and provide many moments of challenging games where I’m never sure if I’m going to win or lose. This was a pretty sweet moment though – this particular cousin is HARD to beat and I was extremely smug with this move.
ha!
To finish off this very random update, I thought I’d show you something that has been driving me mad for the last 2 days.
This box arrived yesterday and I’m only allowed to open it on my birthday (this weekend). That nasty little satin ribbon is just taunting me, begging me to tug on it and let it loose!
oooh! ahhhh!
S has prepared a myriad of spoiling me options for my birthday week, and I’m looking forward to it all, but this one is making me antsy because I want it NOW NOW NOW!
langkawi: funny restaurant
Traveling in Asia is always fun for the many Engrish moments it can provide. We saw some pretty funny signs on this trip but none quite as perplexing as this, in the main street of Langkawi:
one hand WHAT?!
Each day as we passed this sign, we stopped to ponder. Who was Debbie? Who would open an Irish pub and restaurant in Langkawi, Malaysia? And wait, WHO would GO there? And lastly, WHAT THE HELL IS A ONE HAND WONDER?!
So many questions. Any potential answers?
now that’s a real FAN
In the middle of Grand Final fever last week, I took this picture for S as I was driving through Glen Iris. I knew he would approve.
Geelong Cats fans, you can’t call yourself one until you go to start to clean you truck (see the frantic wipe marks?), and INSTEAD, write GO CATS in the dirt. Oh yeah.
actually, it’s not me, it’s you
Today was a bad pain day, with crawling out of bed at 11am, spending much of the afternoon with layers of hot water bottle and pain killers, and lots of general misery. When I saw this below picture, I heaved a sigh of relief out loud, that someone out there understands.
Goodbye Monday, don’t wait for my call, don’t come crawling back, don’t think this is just a break. I’m over you.
monday blues
gentleman’s code for real??
I am obsessed with How I Met Your Mother, and in particular, since I am predisposed towards those of the cheeky personalities, my obsession is with Barney and his Bro Code. As soon as I found out there was an iPhone Bro Code app (people, are you listening? An iPhone App for the BRO CODE!), I gleefully downloaded it.
On our little roadtrip to Torquay, I regaled S with snippets from the Bro Code app, and we giggled merrily all the way until I hit this one, Article 38, gasped, read it out, and stared at S in wide-eyed shock. “IS THIS TRUE?!” I asked in disbelief.
S assured me that yes, indeed, there was a known code and no man breached it.
“Even when in a rugby match??”
“Even in water polo??”
“Even in that stupid no-rules wrestling on TV??”
“Even in a pub brawl??”
“Even in WAR??”
All his answers were, AFFIRMATIVE. At no time shall a man punch another man in the wazoo area.
I’m speechless with flabbergastment written all over my face (and yes, I’m aware flabbergastment is not a word but poetic license and all that jazz so HA to you), and so I had to put it out in a public forum (and now imagine if I’d said a “pubic forum”. Oh my, the punnage possibilities.)
Is this true? Is there a code? Is it only dastardly females that inflict this vicious (but sometimes well deserved) injury onto the male species? Can you all comment on this, especially my male friends?
I refuse to believe it until I have more data.
