A conversation

Flew down to Christchurch for work today and in the Air NZ lounge on the way home, heard two women talking about someone who was going out with one of their exes.

They spoke of her in terms that would make a sailor blush but, by god, she did sound pretty toxic. Having exhausted their repertoire of swear words, one suggested the aggrieved one do what she'd read about in a magazine: think about the nasty person as a red hot glowing ball in the palm of her hand, then visualise them changing colour until they're black and white and then finally reduce them to a speck.

"Start to make them smaller until they're a tiny dot and then blow them away," she told her friend. "It's a great way to lessen the importance of people you need to remove from your life and your mind. Practise doing that and before you know it, that person will mean less than nothing to you..."

Hokey, yes, but after two pinots is seemed like a good idea and as there is a toxic cow or two I'd like to remove from my radar, I might just give it a whirl...

      
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Red carpet time

Yes the film premiere was a couple of weeks ago but I only received the red carpet pix today...

Reckon we bling up okay...

Sunday evening

Hello, Marie Claire raspberry coconut cake. I believe we've met before, a couple of times at least, but today you made another appearance for some the Animator's colleagues who came over to see the house.

Thankfully, it wasn't all about work - the non-animation spouses saw to that - but it was a lovely assemblage of people and a loud, fun few hours, as well as a nice way to ease into what is going to be a hell week at work (two roadshows in different cities), next weekend in Auckland for a freelance gig and someone's birthday, and three more stupidly busy weeks until we fly to San Francisco.

Grumpy

WARNING: POST CONTAINS TRACES OF "WOMEN'S STUFF"

Last night I went to my friend Ange's book launch. It was great fun and I caught up with old friends and colleagues I haven't seen for a few years. However, I had to leave early because my monthly sorrows stalked me and had me shivering and crouching in the corner.

Today has been little better; it's been a Saturday filled with pain killers, whining and a desultory bit of housework/freelance work.

Seriously, can't I just go somewhere to hand over my womanly functions? I'm not going to have kids, so I have zero need for them, nor my childbearing hips.

Thank God for this shiny light, my little treasure Bristol, who makes everything seem better.

  

Old

Today I hired a couple of uni students for a major mail-out we're doing for all our customers.

One, in her fourth year of an early childhood degree, gave me a CV littered with spelling mistakes (don't laugh, this girl will probably end up teaching your kids). The other young woman thought it would be cool to stick a photo of herself partying at a sporting event on the cover of her resume. WTF???

They were nice enough, though, and started telling me about a similar envelope stuffing gig one of them had completed earlier this week. Apparently there was this "really creepy older guy who doesn't want to get a job and plans to be a student as long as he can".

"How old was this chap," I enquired.

"Really, really old," said drunken-photo-on-cover-of CV girl.

"What's that in years then," I asked.

"Ohhh, at least in his late 30s," she replied with a shudder.

I'd rather be old than stupid, honey....

(Pic credit: The Muppets)

And I'd get the time, where?

Today a colleague gave me a recipe for what looks, and sounds, like scrummy pear dumplings. Similar to the ones pictured above, but with even more elaborate pastry leaves.

I DREAM of being the kind of woman who has time to faff around in the kitchen, delicately rolling out pastry I've lovingly made from scratch and cutting elaborate leaves with which to adorn my perfect pear dumplings.

Yet another recipe that will be shoved into my recipe folder, never to see the light of day. Sigh...

(Pic credit: www.Jenus.com.au)

Autumn

As April has inched over to May, the weather has turned more than a little schizophrenic.

This morning, it peed down for my walk to work; I was wearing sunglasses on my lunchtime run and tonight while walking Bristol, the wind and my hair were getting into a fight.

I resisted the urge to pull on gloves this morning because I've endured enough English winters to know that once you bust out the gloves, you'll end up spending more time with them than your loved ones.

Autumn, I adore the colour of your trees, that I'm able to wear my beautiful English coats and the fact that hot chocolate is no longer a naughty indulgence but a necessity.

Just please don't hang around too long...

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