Friday, January 30, 2009

Hair today

I only every seem to get to the hairdresser about once every three months and today I trundled off for my quarterly appointment. I have terrible trouble with getting my hair coloured though because the colour is only really designed to last 6-8 weeks, so by week 12 I'm starting to look like a scarecrow. Today they had the fancy colour tech guy visiting (yes, that is his real job) and he suggested that because I'm trying to grow out the blond bits, they should colour it a bit darker than I want so that it will fade out to the colour I do want in three months. His exact words were "we'll colour for tomorrow, not today". And he was dead serious and looked totally surprised when I cracked up laughing.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Breakfast Adventure

I was reading MC Etchers Breakfast Adventure and I can't help but wonder why anyone would eat a hot dog for breakfast. I can't think of single occasion when I have even thought "you know what, I really feel like a hot dog for breakfast today".

Sure, I've eaten cake (with and without ice cream), jam and cheese sandwiches, breakfast quiche, cheese and tomato toasties and even the odd danish along with regular type breakfasts - porridge, cereal, toast, fruit toast, cinnamon toast, yoghurt, fruit, muesli, smoked salmon, pancakes (again, with and without ice cream), baked beans on toast, eggs with mushrooms and spinach and, my personal favourite, lightly toasted crumpets with butter and honey.

Whenever we go out for breakfast, I almost always feel the need to have something extravagant for breakfast - you know, something that you are unlikely to make for yourself - buttermilk blueberry pancakes with honeycomb butter or vegetarian breakfast with scrambled tofu and chili chutney. Poached eggs always feels like a let down, I mean Buster makes excelled poached eggs, usually better than the cafe as well. Toast? Boring and it always arrives cold.

Perhaps the lure of the hot dog for breakfast is its simplicity - it's fast to make, easy to eat and satisfyingly bready. It's quite portable too - you could even eat it in the car on the way to work. Now if only I could work out a way to apply mascara and straighten my hair while driving and eating, my life would be complete.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Crema and other issues

Here is a picture of the crema from our most recent batch of coffee beans. Admittedly over the New Year period there were an ill-advised few days of caffeine deprivation, but now we are back on the straight and, mostly, narrow one-cup-a-day regime.

My only marginally big news at the moment is the nearness of my 20 YEAR SCHOOL REUNION. If you don't feel old, try wearing my shoes for the day.

School reunion. The mere idea was enough to fill me with dread. Except Facebook has led me back into the path of the sinners. Well, old(ish) school friends anyway. I haven't seen any of them for at least 17 years and I was feeling a bit anxious about seeing them again. And you know what? It has been nowhere near as bad as I feared. In fact it is strangely comforting to see such old friends again. The biggest worry was the adolescent role. You know what I mean, the role you took on as part of your group of friends - did you still want that role, did it still fit, couldn't you just kill someone know what I mean.

At high school, there were six of us - a larger group that paired off into two's. Jackie and Kim, Donna and Annette and Me and Kris. Four of the group have stayed in contact and consequently have a longer shared knowledge - marriage, children, divorce, second marriage, children etc. I've kind of just come in at the end so to speak. But it's really odd. I was expecting to feel left out and excluded (not deliberately, but just by shared history) but it hasn't been the case. Oddly enough, I feel like no time at all has passed - like I've blinked my eyes and the last 20 years haven't happened. We seem to still fit, which I hadn't expected at all.

Anyway, enough of my nausea-inducing nostalgia - if it's any consolation, I still don't feel like a grown-up.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

New Years Pseudo-Resolution

I've got about ten (well, maybe two) half-written posts sitting there but I never seem to get around to finishing them so nothing ever seems to get posted. I feel like I spent half my childhood wishing that the homework fairies would come to visit me and now I'm spending half my adult life wishing that the blog fairies would come to visit me.

In conclusion, this is ridiculous. You guys (well, I know I have at least three avid (ok, occassional) readers) so I'm no longer going to try to write a post that is coherent. I'm just going to post SOMETHING DAMMIT.

Totally out of context quote of the day - "but I need one, my edges are furry!"