After a day that began with some meanie Facebook friend flagging me as being annoying, having a dauntingly exciting meeting that might thrust my career into maximum overdrive sooner than expected and having my fun night with Mr Big being cancelled, this girl needs a touch of fun.
The mood is perfectly set for it. I’ve just come home from drinks … or should I say one drink that left me totally tipsy … with a gorgeous friend of mine that I haven’t seen in over three years. She’s happy in love and taking dinner to her equally gorgeous boyfriend so I came home (to my mom) with my favourite comfort food Continue reading
Garfield is my favourite character and of all the moments I remember about his lazy ass character, I remember the day he tried to get away from Monday so he posted himself off to another country. What do you know, thanks to the time difference and his pathetic attempt at running away from his Monday issue, he had two Mondays in a row.
I seemed to have manifested one of those Garfield Mondays. I’m not even relating it to wishing the weekend was any longer because I was in total workaholic mode and did nothing social what-so-ever. Continue reading
I’m sitting in bed blogging with an hour to spare before this day is done and all I’m concerned about is that when my hair falls over my shoulder there is about 5 centimeters missing. I don’t have time to be obsessed and distracted, yet I am. I know it’s hard for men to understand, but women’s worlds can fall apart when their hair is cut that inch too short.
Who says length isn’t everything?
My day started with helping my mom out and being a model to test a hairdresser for an interview. I do it often and a lot of the time the work is mediocre. I’ve had a lot of experiences, but I’ve never had such a perfectionist. Continue reading
Firstly, my Greggie is sick and my natural mothering instincts are to molly coddle him and make sure that he does all the things within the collective to make sure he gets better. That would just be totally dumb considering we both know that he didn’t ‘catch’ flu and that manifested if from whatever is going on in that gorgeous physical body of his. So there’s no stopping him from doing anything he doesn’t want to do and the battle was won at about lunch time when I left him in capable hands of a dear friend and toddled on home. Continue reading
Admittedly, I can’t blog for long today (being halfway through day 152) because I’ve managed to waste more than half of it forcing myself into positive spaces … but that’s for tomorrow’s blog.
Today, I just have to get through this so that I can finally do some work for the first time in a good few days. I miss my sparkling personality and spunk for writing and getting through the days with a positive attitude. That’s why I did the fun blog yesterday and found all of my favourite things. Oh boy, did I have fun! I felt the little ray of “everything’s going to be ok” come bursting through the window and … the phone rang! Continue reading
It’s nearly the end of day 145 and I’ve managed to stall blogging as long as I can. Truth be told, it’s the first time since the beginning ‘project me’ that I haven’t had an ounce of inclination to blog.
Seriously, I just don’t wanna talk about it. Continue reading
The tattoo is healing so nicely thanks to the nappy rash cream (yep, that was the instruction from Pepi), a whole lot of care and attention from my gentle mom’s applications of the ointment, Greggie’s super thick applications and my brother’s ‘slap it on and smear’ ones. I’ve also kept my hair tied up, considering the feeling of one hair touching it sends the coldest shivers down my spine and I don’t feel like greasy hair for the next few days. I’ve also kept it open and worn low back t-shirts in the middle of freakin’ winter. Needless to say, it’s very exposed and drawing attention. Continue reading
Even though I’ve got a dear friend who’s helped me prep for this afternoon’s tattoo and I’m more than a thousand percent sure that I want this beautiful piece of art that is symbolic and permanent … I can’t help but admit that yesterday was consumed with the distracting fears of the needle.
Text Guy thinks I’ll chicken out just before and Mr Big was surprisingly impressed that I was following through. Little did he know that something he said was the final confirmation that I was born to have this tattoo. Continue reading
From the humble beginnings of forcing myself to go to gym and not exactly enjoying much of it, I have become one of those people who schedules my plans around squats, lungs and bicep curls. No matter how busy the weekend, it has become my tradition to begin my Saturday and Sunday with a heart pumping workout.
I do leg training (or let’s say I did) on a Saturday and then back to upper body on Sunday, but after not really being able to get past one step of cardio without the muscles of my legs screaming ‘bite me’ … I’ve decided to mix it up a little. Let’s do upper on Saturday, legs on a Sunday on give the poor things a break until I go for my middle of the week session. I know I’m supposed to be goalless … but I’ve gotto be a little logical too. The purpose of project me is fun … and damn straight that I’m finally having it at gym.
P stands for heart pump and a whole lot of pleasure! Continue reading
The relaunch of my website and new design of logo that is perfectly aligned with the company (Lifeology) image is so close that I can almost taste it. I’ve been very hush, hush about the new blog that I’m launching at the same time and have been very calculating and sneaky in doing so … it’s all part of the ingredients that create success.
So is 28 day aged rump, fettucine, olive oil, garlic, chilli, a whole load of fresh herbs and a cream tub of crumbled feta cheese … no wait … that’s the ingredients used to schmoozle the friend who works for the publishing house. I know the dish is a winner because Continue reading

















