It's Oscars day. It's #spill day. All I want to do is go to sleep. I could ask, "what is wrong with me?" but I already know the answer: a poor night's sleep, a 15km run and a 1km swim this morning. Bloody MAD!!
Here I am with Lizzy, post-swim. I am actually noticing how well my swim cap works to give me a facelifted look… Maybe that's something I can promote - the non-surgical facelift? I have just submitted my next article/story for Women's Running Australia too. I hope they like it… The first issue came out this week and is for sale at Coles or at the newsagent.
I was thrilled that they asked me to write another column! I am starting to gather momentum… just like a rolling stone!
Meanwhile, in the loungeroom, I have ABC News on, listening to them talking about the Labor leadership. What a fiasco. I can't imagine this has done anything to help Anna Bligh in regard to the upcoming Qld elections and now I am listening to them talk about reconciliation. Parliament House will certainly be a jolly workplace for a while while they sort themselves out… As for the Oscar frocks, well, I just do not have enough juice in my tank right now to really give a fig.
Dog joy at Brunswick Heads
Here is Spud expressing a severe case of "Wheelbarrow Envy" in mum's garden at Mullumbimby. I think it's the big fat rubber tyre that is really driving it - ha, ha! Get it? Groannnn….
Love a good banksia bloom!
Ohhh all right then! I couldn't resist a tiny bit of Red Carpet action but my eyes were only for Colin and his beautiful wife Livia. I ashamed to admit I am experiencing a tiny shadow of Schadenfreude because really, Livia's frock is …. awful! She looks to be wearing a crumbled red lolly wrapper. It's Valentino. Just shows that fashion designers and stylists don't actually probably know exactly what they're doing - though I guess it's all in the eye of the beholder, isn't it? And she obviously loves it so who am I to say anything?
My money is on Kermit and Miss Piggy who both look spectacular…
I have really done myself in with this exericising caper. Normally I can run 15km and swim a bit but I did it on the back of 18km of running over the weekend so the combination has completely stuffed me. Who am I kidding? There is NO WAY I will be ready for the London Olympics at this rate!