Lilliputian...it's a word :-)

I put my heeled black boots on before anything else this morning because I don't feel wholly awesome and somehow the boots help. It's something about being all feminine and fantastic or sassy. It just does it for us. I have to confess it has worked slightly. The elevation is having an effect both in stature and in mood.

A very old friend, actually I think my 3rd friend in the entire world since I was born, Kelly, ran the London Marathon yesterday and I am in awe of her. She has always been athletic but she has also been motivated and someone I look up to. She just has that drive that gets things done and I have a great admiration for that quality. We have been friends since I was very little, playing with my little ponies and wearing ridiculous 80's clothes (Mum I may never forgive you for the Panda Teddy jumper with outstanding purple bows? Was it bows? and glittery bejeweled eyes but I give you "props" for the puff dresses and floaty skirts, I would still wear them now).

Right I have settled on an outfit, I never thought it would happen, in that sort of bubble of indecision this morning, everything's a "little off". However, this will change as the day goes on. I just have to remember I'm me and all will be well :)

Getting back to Kelly, I remember we used to go to Alton Towers most years.The strongest memory I have is of Kelly is us sitting in the Passat my Dad owned on the way back from a day of rollercoasters and sweets getting completely stuck on the word "Mississippi" (had to spell check that), and she kept pronouncing it "Missis Zippy" much to the hilarity of her little blonde theme park comrade. We were in convulsions all the way home. 7 and 8 year old girls have a tendency to have contagious giggling fits and I ,not being able to breathe for laughing, would turn red and spluttery and plead for mercy. How often do you do that now?

I think childhood innocence is unparralleled and I have taken a lilliputian amount of that through into adult life. My gosh I had to use "lilliputian"! Although I sound like a complete arse throwing it in how good is that word! Actually I have taken more than a lilliputian (encore for the standing ovation that is that word), I have taken a veritable banquet of childlike behaviours through to adulthood.

There is jumping in puddles where I find it always best if you find a really deep one and then jump as hard as you can, sliding down stair rails getting up enough speed to catapult yourself off the end through the front door and out into the street: "Hello World I'm ready for my day!" and of course there is always good old fashioned supermarket trolley riding which I find is a really handy way to brighten someone's day while they are grocery shopping. If a child does this it's cute and people smile as they walk past. If a grown woman does it the majority of the time you get a good old giggle from other shoppers. It's worth doing.

So today I might do all three. It's raining so I'll have the puddles covered (I have my sassy black boots on after all), my job resides up some stairs with a bannister so that's do-able : "Hello world I'm ready for LUNCH!" and well there's a supermarket round the corner and I need some more dog food. Ready? Set? GO MONDAY!!! Man I feel better already...

Have a good one x

LOVEbird :-D

To live would be an awfully big adventure

I had a gorgeous meal with a friend earlier, she used her new slow cooker and made me some vege delight, not before I had eaten a huge block of brie and half a tub of homous. I am a total foodie who has to fight the urge to buy it in the supermarket but if it's plonked down in front of me  I'l eat everything but the pattern on the plate...

We lounged on the couch afterwards, chatting about what we want to do, she's not sure, just finishing a psychology degree but wants her own cafe and I m loving the world of opportunities laying at her feet :-). Me, I want to be a Journalist (I would Aussily say "Journo" but another friend put me off the slang saying it doesn't befit the art, hence full word). We did this back and forth batting ideas around for a little while and then we got into "feelings", we are pro's at this us ladies...

I have a pre-occupation with young things at the moment. I am slightly dillusional in my thinking that approaching the ripe age of 33 means I am old. Understandably this dillusion leads me to not only have a renewed liking for boy bands but also has led me to thoughts about relationships and differences in age on either side. The friend I am with is dating a younger man and it's all going swimmingly.

The "bad press" (I put this in inverted commas because it's hearsay from friends and colleagues not actual press if you will), well the bad press I hear about older women and younger men is that it is doomed to failure. These boys I am led to believe will inevitably evolve and become different people whilst being inside a relationship with you and then leave you broken hearted and alone. I am afraid to some extent I can see how this could happen.

However, being the dreamer I am and also the forever optimist, I would like to wholeheartedly support my friend as she sits there on her couch looking dreamy while she talks about her and her boy, getting engaged, getting a house, a dog and having children. "He wants a Bengal cat", yes of course he does I nod at her and grin.

I love LOVE! It's almost more fun for me to watch her go through this agonisingly beautiful emotion, almost in pain she loves him so much than it is for me to experience it myself. I say almost, I want it too. The magic in her eyes and the way she describes him wanting her and no one else, "he even likes all the un-sexy things about me", my gosh it's almost too delicious a feeling when you're inside it! I adore it, covet it and when I have it I'll keep it thanks x I'm grinning on her behalf and singing "La Vie en Rose" in my head along to this pitter patter that is young hearts colliding.

I am sitting there starting to recall scenes from movies I love and Casper's "can I keep you?" I find almost too beautiful to pass over.
"Kat?"
(sleepily) "yeah?"
(whisper) "Can I keep you?"
(almost dreaming) "mhhmm"...and then he ghost kisses her...my heart melted...

I think they will work just fine and dandy, I am the one that dreamt the ending to Peter Pan before "Hook" derived. With Peter and Wendy setting up home in a treehouse together and looking after the lost boys until the end of time, Tinkerbell just had to get over it. I am destined to live in treehouses for the rest of my life (I'm on my second) so here's hoping my Pan will show up and match me up and "keep" me forever.

In years to come when they are inviting me over to their daughter's wedding I want to be the one that believed it was magical and possible. I don't want to be the cynic, it just doesn't work in my brain.

"You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you, Peter Pan. That's where I'll be waiting"

So when's the last time you were good and kissed?

Ok when's the last time you were GOOD AND KISSED, you know like when your toes curl up and your head starts spinning and you wander off into a door afterwards slightly drunk?

It's a quote from a movie. No one seems to know the film when I tell them about it but it's "That Thing you Do", a movie which Tom Hanks put together. It has an actor in it called Tom Everett Scott ( oh be still my beating heart). He says the line and then plants a good smacker onto Liv Tyler :-)

Tom Hanks originally thought the other Tom resembled him too much to play the role but he cast him after his wife urged him to. But I digress.

What's a good kiss? The last time I was kissed really well wasn't actually that long ago so I am pretty lucky. It didn't start out that way however, my first kisses were almost like having a vacuum pack stuck to your face or having your face thoroughly washed. Over the years I have had the pleasure to teach some boys how to kiss me without leaving a scar on my chin. You think I jest? One guy kissed me so hard his stubble actually ripped a hole in my face.

I am sounding like a slight pop tart here aren't I? Well I assure you, there are no big numbers in the amount of people I have kissed, but all have needed a little guidance and all were very special in their own ways. I am not that kind of girl you see :-)

I was once kissed very passionately at a wedding (not mine although I did get married once, not a story for now). I was swept up and dipped backwards in a rather dramatic and enjoyable embrace and kissed until he nearly dropped me. That was fun! I felt like I was in a movie. There was a photo of that embrace but I feel it has gone down in the historical archive of my life. It remains in my memory however as one of those moments that smell like roses in your head xo

A good kiss I think is soft and slow and gets more urgent and deeper as you cuddle up without of course getting so urgent they forget your face is made of skin. If a guy I really like puts his hand on the sides of my face and then kisses me it makes me float off into a  fluffy cloud. The last time I was good and kissed I did walk into my bathroom door. He did the face thing and made me feel like the only girl in the whole world, that's a bit of an artform so well done you. You know who you are.

Remember the Ross and Rachel "laundry" episode? If someone can disarm you so completely that you knock yourself over, you know it was a good smooch.

Oh would you please excuse me, Tom Everett Scott is scatting at my door (watch the movie, you'll get what I mean )

LOVEbird xxx

The "Milky" way

They are saying today that cocoa supplies may be exhausted by 2020. I don't quite know how to handle this news. It makes me want to run around the local supermarket buying all their cream eggs and Kinder surprises.  I could get a "War stash" together, an Apocalypse supply if you will.

For us girls it is tantamount to the end of days! I don't think people want the wrath of millions of women and so to be realisitc we need to create more cocoa, simple as that. Yeah...simple...

I remember a very good friend a few weeks ago being absolutely dumbfounded that I would take chocolate icecream and purchase pouring cream to tip all over it. You know those big round tubs of luury ice cream you can get? yes and then cream, and then maybe chocolate flakes and bits of walnut? mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. My friend is still mentioning the conversation 6 weeks on but being a boy he just wouldn't understand.

The Ivory Coast which produces 40% of the World's cocoa beans has had bad harvests and it is is as a result of El Nino. Does anyone else not think that if we looked after our planet better we may still have chocolate?

This in turn begs the question : Is the global consumption of chocolate and our reliance on it enough to make us wake up finally or should we just bumble on blind as ever?

I hope it's the latter. The next thing we need to do is sabotage hop harvests, then all the men would start using environmentally friendly products and we would stop pouring bleach down the sink...

Just a thought Australia, World, Planet....just a thought...

The beautiful crazy

Sydney has "crazied it up" today. I woke up early to watch "One Direction" hysteria hit the airwaves, telewaves and all other sources of media. It's looking as if not since the Beatles has this sort of insane screaming teenage nuttiness been evident. I absolutely love it I have to say. I get very much involved in all the hysteria and even wish fleetingly that I was 15 again, tears streaming down my pale face just longing for the boy in the red trousers :-)

I read an article by Mia Freedman who managed to collide with the young whippersnappers at the studios of Channel 9 where Karl S had made me guffaw by picking one of the aforementioned band members up and declaring a "man crush". The guy has me in stitches I have to say and he is the main reason I turn the telly on of a morning.

I have even begun following their progress on Twitter for goodness sake, and found myself guessing what they would have for lunch. It's absolutely preposterous I don't mind admitting. Such is the phenomenon that is fame, whether it be fleeting or everlasting, you can guarantee it will involve you both voluntarily and against your will.

To analyse this different type of fame however, this is the insane kind. The kind where people faint, get hurt, and create absolute mayhem. Such is the intensity of the passion for the object of their desire.Kudos to the boys for mentioning how they would like their fans to stay safe and not step all over each other just to catch a glimpse. The adrenalin is at such a heights, these youngsters are totally overwhelmed by it. I can only imagine what being the object of this desire is like. It would be much safer to be the object I think than to be the one objectifying. Having totally absorbed myself in Michael Jackson for many years I am fully aware of just how obsessed you can become with a celebrity. It's a shame in some ways that I have grown up, the pain was real but it was worth suffering for the feeling I got when running around Wembley stadium in efforts to watch the legend himself perform on his "History" tour.

Of course my adrenalin levels hit such dizzying heights during this concert that I have absolutely no recollection of it. I remember prior and I remember the ride home but I think I took myself to a faraway MJ land in the time between. It's an absolutely bizarre fact. Escapism is magical. The comedown was a bit bumpy however.

In any event it's safe to say in most cases this is harmless fun and when you're that young you can attach huge meaning to these people. I know Hannah, the girl who was pulled from the audience this morning will remember that moment fondly for the rest of her life and if nothing else, no matter where these boys end up, they will never forget being admired at this level. It's a level of "Crazy" reserved for untainted, pure and young idealism and I think it's beautiful.