Thursday, 28 August 2008

Catwalk like an Egyptian!

Seriously? Seriously.



Moss Artwork Is Pure GOLD

A solid gold statue of supermodel Kate Moss is to go on display at the British Museum. The sculpture, valued at $2.8 million (GBP1.5 million), has been crafted by artist Marc Quinn.
Tipping the scales at 50 kilograms (110 pounds), it is believed to be the largest gold statue built since the time of ancient Egypt.

Quinn says he chose Moss because she was the closest model to human perfection he could find. He adds: "I thought the next thing to do would be to make a sculpture of the person who is the ideal beauty of the moment. But even Kate Moss doesn't live up to the image." The Moss statue will be exhibited at the British Museum in October.

Tuesday, 6 May 2008

Land, HO! (...and that's not a command)

Apparently, you can take the girl out of a pirate, but you can never take the pirate out of the girl:
ARG!


Wednesday, 23 April 2008

Lovely Rita, Meter Maid...

This is what happens when your downtown meeting runs long and the parking meter expires by THREE MINUTES:

***AND THERE IS AN EXTRA $2.50 FEE TO PAY THE TICKET ONLINE!***

Tuesday, 22 April 2008

Tennis, anyone?

I am making progress on my game.

Last night, I ONLY threw my racket ONCE!

Monday, 21 April 2008

Eureka: The "Sound" of Music!

I am not kidding.

My husband has never seen The Sound Of Music.

I made him watch it this weekend.

I am also not kidding when I tell you that only AFTER watching it (around midnight) did we discover that we have OUTSIDE surround sound speakers; speakers which PROJECT LOUDLY OUTSIDE.

We love Julie Andrews. Our neighbors hate us.

Thursday, 17 April 2008

Wednesday, 16 April 2008

Scratch.

A true haiku of woe:

Husband pulls trash can
Metal rod protrudes from it
Scratch goes my new car


Tuesday, 15 April 2008

Signs and symptoms of when you know you've had enough

I'm tired. I'm REALLY tired. And here's how I know.

(...the following TRUE account took place today in the dentist's chair.)

Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. Drill. Drill. Floss. Scrape. Scrape.

Hygenist: "I am so sorry you have to hear and feel all of this. It really sounds worse than it is."
LindsAy: "Oh no, that's ok! I'm just happy to lie here in peace and get some sleep."