I am so hungry

Metzis Tasty Takeaway Hamburger with the lot - Australian style!
Originally uploaded by Vanessa Pike-Russell

I could eat THIS....

And this is horrible.

Am waiting on a lunch date with someone who I think is going to tell me that she's thinking of quitting.

In the past my response to that has always been a brief cheer followed by a "how can I help?"

But now I'm kinda in charge. And she's good. And I want her to stay. Which may be selfish. So I'll hear her out - be happy for her if she's found something that's a big step up and fight like hell if she hasn't.

Running from or towards is the question I guess.

And one I've never answered

What a blast

GT - Mustang Tire Black Rim
Originally uploaded by cadreema

They say that it's all about the simple things in life.

And they don't get much simpler than a sunny day, an open stretch of road, an American muscle car and a summer anthem blasting out on the radio.

So far that 20 minute blast has been the absolute highlight of my day.

I'm going to go out at lunch and do it again.

And then do it again.

Simple pleasures you see

The key to life

A day for wind-ups

It seems that everyone today has the 'wind-up' notice except me. And it's really weird. I can't quite tell whether people are being serious in the things that they're asking me or whether it's all a part of some bigger scheme to see where my boundaries are and which buttons still work.

In response I'm treating every request as though it was deadly serious and answering with as much detail as I can. Partly because I fear that everyone is serious and partly because I think that straight is the best way to diffuse their fun. All exceptionally odd though.

I guess that this is what it feels like to be stupid - in that 'Beauty' way so fond of 'Beauty and the Geek' - you end up thinking 'Did he mean that?' and answering as though he did.

Wonder if I'm half a beat behind or whether today really is as confusing as I think it might be.

One birthday down....

So Saturday was Jude's birthday and whilst our plans weren't ambitious we still managed to fill in the day with gifts, gym, home cooked brunches, Scottish shindigs, massages and dinner in Dexter. I had fun - there's something about being low key that takes the pressure off the organizer. Plus the sun has been beating down with relentless monotony for a long while now... so any outdoor activity is pretty much a dead cert hit.

So with Jude getting ready for Academy and me at work wordsmithing a couple of documents (trying to convey a specific shade of enthusiasm without recourse to the thesaurus) we're pretty flat out at the moment. Then we have visits from Bonnie and Lorraine followed by my parents and the potential for Jude to be both writing papers and heading off around the world for interviews regarding where she'll be working this time next year. We're not going to catch a breath before Xmas - but that's okay. It's all miles in the bank and steps toward certainty.

Dear oh Lord

jesUSAves
Originally uploaded by akm_2_go

What a clever headline on this picture... the text that they'd inserted below it was

"I love Jesus, an amazing person with a very important message. It's too bad so many "Christians" ignore what he preaches.

You know, the stuff about turning the other cheek, loving one another, and camels going through the eyes of needles. "

And who knew that Jesus was American?
And blue eyed?
And kinda blonde?

That's the kind of retouching Cybil Shepherd prays for.
The kind of makeover the Oprah Audience would scarifice a larynx for

Taking a 2000 year old Jewish Arab and somehow turning him into a cross between Farrah Fawcett and the bass player of the Beach Boys circa 1965 seems to me to be just a little close to Blasphemy.

How did the blog get here? Because I'm wearing a "What Would Batman Do?" T-shirt to work today in a bid to cancel out one of the "What would Jesus Do?" bangles that proliferate - strained around the bloated wrists of women who seem to think that Jesus would try to pillage the buffet table, sipping on high fructose corn syrup filled buckets whilst bemoaning the cost of gas and mourning the fact that you have to move in order to find food.

Feisty day today - bring 'em on.