Well, hello there! I’m back from a bit of an impromptu blogging hiatus. I haven’t been anywhere or done anything exciting. To be perfectly honest, I simply got a little bit bored with blogging and decided to take a short break. Do you ever feel that way, fellow bloggers and bloggesses? I felt I was in a bit of a rut and wasn’t sure if anyone was even reading what I was writing, as comments have been rather thin on the ground lately. Which is not to say it’s you – it’s not; it’s most definitely me! I just needed to rediscover my blogging mojo. So without any further navel gazing, let’s crack on, shall we?!
1. These paws were made for walking. This Sunday, thousands of two-legged and four-legged families will hit the streets for the RSPCA’s annual Million Paws Walk fundraiser. The husband and I do the Sydney event every year with our furkids, Tex and Delilah, and it’s so much fun. (Even if it is always on the same day as the Sydney Half Marathon, which presents me with an annual quandary lasting a good fifteen minutes.) The first year we took Delilah, she was just four months old and a bit overwhelmed by the presence of so many other butt sniffing, tail wagging would-be friends. So she did what any of us would have done: she dived into the bushes and hid there. A girl after my own heart.
2. Old age. This past weekend I had tickets to see Jack Black’s band, Tenacious D. But I didn’t see them. And do you know why? I forgot. It just straight-up slipped my mind. When I should have been at the Sydney Opera House, rocking out to ‘Tribute’, I was in fact on my sofa watching Grand Designs Revisited. Initially I was horrified to realise I’d totally blanked on something I was so looking forward to. But then I reasoned that I actually had a pretty good time chilling on my sofa – arguably a better time than I would have had trekking into town at 9pm, paying $15 per drink and $30 for parking and then schlepping home again in the wee small hours. Obviously this means I am very, very old. But that’s okay. I’m cool with it. Now someone fetch me a knee rug.
3. Second chance dogs. This week I’m writing a feature article about rescue dogs and why they’re SO FREAKING AWESOME. I’ve collected a bunch of the most heartwarming, inspiring and downright amazing stories about dogs who have been treated so cruelly yet still manage to trust and love human beings. Every time I think it’s not possible for me to be more moved and astounded by dogs’ capacity for unconditional love, I’m proved wrong. Sometimes my job is just the best.
4. The Big Wedding. Who’s your favourite rubbish movie star? We all have one: an actor or actress whose movies tend to be average at best, but who we just can’t help loving regardless. For me, that actress is Katherine Heigl. I don’t think she’s rubbish – in fact, I think she’s really talented – but pretty much every flick I’ve seen her in has sucked pretty hard. Cough *oneforthemoney* cough. And yet I keep paying my money to see everything she’s in. Case in point: The Big Wedding. The reviews for this film, which also stars my all-time favourite actress, Diane Keaton, have been lukewarm to say the least. Even the trailer makes it look pretty awful. But I know where I’ll be tomorrow afternoon, and it’s all Katie Heigl’s fault.
5. Dr Drill. It must suck being a dentist. I can’t think of too many other professions that inspire such fear in the general population, myself included. But after leaving seven or eight years between dental check-ups and having to have a series of painful and very expensive procedures last year, I vowed to learn to love the dentist. Or at least to tolerate an annual check-up. Said check-up was this morning and my pearly whites got two thumbs up from Dr Drill. So that means no more dentist angst until this time next year. Woot!
6. Food fiesta. I don’t know what it’s like round your way, but in my neck of the woods there seem to be food and wine ‘festivals’ happening somewhere or other virtually every weekend. I’ve been to a few and I’m invariably disappointed. I always imagine platters of gourmet cheeses and passionate vignerons who’ll spend hours talking me through their range. What these events actually tend to involve is five hundred pissheads and a sausage sizzle stand. Not the genteel garden party vibe I’d had in mind. But this weekend I’m heading to the Blue Mountains for the Norman Lindsay Gallery’s Wine & Jazz Festival at Faulconbridge – and I reckon this one will be different. If a frosty autumn day, a stately home and some cool jazz can’t offer the vibe I’m after, nothing can.
7. Bon voyage! It’s not just going to be a great week for me this week. It’s also my best friend Karlie’s birthday and she and her hubby are jetting off to New York for their belated honeymoon. I’d be sick with jealousy if she wasn’t the most awesome person ever. Safe travels lovelies!