EmmaGoodEgg

Dear Diary

"It's the good girls who keep diaries; bad girls never have the time." ~ Tallulah Bankhead

Rock On 2012

Had a great new year with my love, sand underneath my feet and the moon and stars above me. Kissed on the dance floor but failed to teach the Europeans the Poco Poco. I wanted to party like a rockstar I really did. On the way back I realise I'm not one when I didn't plunge my bicycle into the warm waters of the Maldives, but instead crashed my tricycle into a bush.

I woke up this morning with my love murmuring in my ear, "I can't you believe you crashed a tricycle. How can you crash a tricycle??"

Rock on 2012.

The Wind In The Willow

According to Oprah and her mate Dr Oz, passing gas is good for you and that the average person passes gas 14 times a day.  Dr Oz advises that we are to create a no embarrassment zone on farting because well, its no good keeping it all in.  I, for one, have extremely shy bowels and don't subscribe to the good doctor's new age policy.  Which is why I am a rather repressed cow I suppose.

Bobby on the other hand, often let loose at home.  And then blame it on whoever happens to be near. Sometimes its Mimi, and most times, its Willow the cat.

The other day Mimi let out some wind and I said to her, "Who farted in here??" and she promptly answered, "CAT".  

It looks like I'm losing this battle.

Cartoon snagged from here.

These Shoes Are Made For Lovin'

LOVE doesn't even begin to describe how I feel about these shoes.

I HEART MONDAY

You know what's the best thing about today?

It's the first working day of the week and I am on leave!

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Here's some Billy Ocean to cheer you up. And he will too. Trust me.

Ross & Rachel Nesting In The Eaves Of My Garage, K-I-S-S-I-N-G

Our resident swallows Ross and Rachel have built a new nest!

Is it a sign???

Speaking of signs, I went to the ObGyn late yesterday afternoon to check up on some pain I had on the left side of my lower abdomen. At first I wasn't really sure whether to make an appointment with the normal doctors but then I had a feeling it had something to do with my female bits so I asked for ObGyn and got my call put through. I asked the receptionist nicely whether it was appropriate to visit my Gynae even though I am NOT WITH CHILD. I think she didn't quite hear me, so when I turned up for my appointment everyone was full of smiles and congratulatory words. Poor things, I did so hate to disappoint them with a mere fluid-filled cyst diagnose.

So yeah, its not a sign after all...

Look folks, it's Wednesday. It's the middle of the week and its looking like ages till Friday evening, so bear with the inane post alright.

So here's a poll thrown in to whittle down Wednesday:

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Speed Satu

Slooow intermittent speed plagues Brunei folks online. Its debilitating, so we need you to FIX IT, oh TelBru.

A Weekend Muse

Its just Mimi, Azim and me this weekend. Beloved Husband Bob is in Labuan with SP and a whole bunch of other guys on a stag junket. Whilst a stag weekend is celebrated by the groom and his mates to bid farewell to the single life in true neanderthal style, and Labuan may not be Phuket but it is another country. Its easy and inexpensive enough to get there by boat so its a destination for those in Brunei who are looking for unrestricted fun. And to prove it, Bobby's been to two this year.

I stayed home and watched the children and took some pictures.

My daugther on her brother's shoulders.

Mimi will be seven months soon. We started her on pureed vegetables, fruits and rice. She loves her food and she is her father's daughter after all. It was only a few months ago she was a teeny little thing in loose romper suits. I blinked and now look who's wearing her first pair of jeans?

And now its time for bed.

Team Aniston Unveals Headquarters In Jerudong!

I took a picture of resident swallows Ross and Rachel (renamed to appease Team Aniston) sitting in a tree outside our balcony.

I've all but forgotten about the whole 'Team Aniston vs Team Jolie (is Jen a sheming bitch or is Angie a stealer of husbands?) saga. Until I was reminded that Angelina is a husband snatching tart at a family function Friday evening by a family member who objected to my naming our swallows, Brad & Angelina.

I can be contrite, so here is my attempt at rehabilitation:

They both have nice hair.

It's Monday. I'm digging deep.

Something Else To Think About On A Sunday Morning

Jeff Buckley sings a song for staying under the duvet and forgetting Monday is just around the corner.