Brunch for pétasses

Brunch was on.....although all the invited guests were out the night before only to arrive filled with less mojo than a dead zombie. The early morning prepations went on, and everything was done ready to be scoffed in less than 30 minutes.....As Météo France got it wrong again, it was not pissing down with rain, but was rather sunny and hot. That meant getting undressed and showing off ravishing bodies..phhhrroooaaaa.....and the compulsory designer sunshades

 

  

In order to be in such good shape as J shows in here in his skimpy 2007 beachware you need to eat lots of this

Lovely fondant au chocolat...It will sculpt your hips, tummy and pecs faster than you can imagine.

 

After the brunch episode was forced to go to a rehearsal. Our club is organising the swimming events fo the International Gay and Lesbian Associations (IGLA) that is due to take place at the end of the month. Thus there is a five minutes choreography to be performed live as an opening ceremony. The songs we shall have to perform on are Love boat, Boys, boys boys!!! (sabrina, for those of little general common knowledge), One night only (Beyonce) and It is raining men! Let me say that I hope there will not TV filming that choreography, as we do indeed look like fat pufftas trying to be gracious ballerinas. I just can imagine myself slipping on the wet floor in the midst of the swanky moves.

 

Stupid cat

A friend decided to sit his bestest friend's cat. A lovely burmese with half a functioning neuron as brains. For those ignoramus maximus who do not know what a burmese fur ball looks like. I enclose (cute) pictures.

Anyway to cut the story short. What the cat decided to do was to take a stroll on the window ledge only to fall flat face on courtyard that happens to be three floors below. All this, direct live, in front of the keeper that was eating an apple at the time. What he saw as he described the scene was 1) cat on the ledge, 2) cat's head with paws holding the ledge, 3) two brown paws with claws out trying to hold onto the ledge, 4) just the ledge, 5) Screams from the courtyard.

Pussy stupid (un)lucky cat did not use his 9 lives and made a safe landing albeit with a broken leg that needed emergency surgery. Being an indoors cat, why insure it? Though now the owner surely regrets (and the friend too) as they had to cough up heaps of money to ensure the surgery and treatment is administered. So if you are thinking of sitting a pet, make sure you say "Yes sure I will take it but if something happens to your spoilt animal it is your responsibility" or ensure you are getting it bonsaified before hand (easier to handle). Unless you love heading to the vet emergency clinic at 4.00 am.

I do wonder if they are still best friends? 

 

Work is bad for your health

This morning, after being nice and idle for some time, got a job stint. It requires highly sophisticated presence of mind and excellent communication skills: exam supervisor! It all started wrong as I had to get out of bed at 6.50. Making my way to the exam room after force feeding myself breakfast. Once there in place, I could hardly stand in place without my eyelids trying to shut my visual horizon and my brain going onto strike. The most exciting thing of the exam was checking the IDs of the students. All born past 1985....which makes you feel a wee bit old(er).

The whole sitting took 4 hours. After which I tried to invite myself for coffee to a friend's who lives round the corner, but no to avail as he refused to answer my calls.....Am I so predictible? Thus the day continued on with its errands and beauty sleep shall have to wait till tonight.

Is that Mickey ?

Friday....week-end! Decided to have some scientific input about the harsh realities of life. Very interesting how nature deals with things, usually things are done in a tidy and well done manner (thanks mother nature), though sometimes you do wonder is she is all that loving, caring Giaia as depicted by old classical and new age hippies when she shows up some sicko streaks.

Now who will take care of poor Minnie?

Pop star wannabe

Got to watch yesterday for the first time the french version of Pop Idol (Nouvelle Star), and oh boy did I love it.....Well not the whole idea in itself, but what people are ready to go through just to be able to be a D list star for 3 minutes. They get to have silly names like Canelle (sounds like cannelle, french for Cinnamon), get to be slaughtered live by a chosen panel. Yesterday it was Soma's turn to get pulverised bazooka style. He sang horribly out of tune. I even managed to hear that, which is quite a feat! Zei punizion did not last long to come. He was told his singing was crappus maximus, worse than an amateur and that he was just in the show 'cuz he is a pretty face and that people, the neurotic adolescent chick contingent voted for him to stay on. I did relish seeing him trying very hard to keep his smile on, whilst he was being shot at point blank range.......oh TV can deliver such exquisite moments sometimes.

PS: Miss Dominique ought to really change dress.....unless looking like a cheap gold plated meringue is what you have always dreamed of since you were 3 years old. 

New blog

Venturing into the complex blogonova galaxy entices to unfaithfullness. Having blogged before on planet Blogger, I realised I could not put any silly pictures as I have a Mac OSX operating system (which was not the problem as first thought, Mac people like to victimize themselves to separate themselves from mere PC mortals) and that my iPhoto version dates from the dark stone ages. If a blog was going to be pictureless, might as well continue writing on my so secret diary, that is kept open on the coffee table for everyone to read, and doddling some undescriptive things on it. Found out that this blog allows you to add picture and many other things without having to download heaps of programs that will clog and at the end hung your puter to a standstill.....

I officially say, I love this blog planet, may all its citizen be a nice bunch. Been reading quite a few and they are a delight....though they are all in french (sic).

 

Better get going and make my blog quite fancy.....

Ciao...