Ooops...again

I shouldn't be allowed around anything sharp.

I was singing and dancing in the shower this morning (Maybe This Time from Cabaret if anyone is interested) and also happened to be shaving my legs at the same time.

Can anyone else see where this is headed?

Somehow during a particularly high note and erratic arm gesturing I managed to slash my upper thigh. Not deep, but deep enough to cause quite quick and voluminous blood flow.

After the shower I limped into the kitchen to get a bandaid and tried to explain what had happened to Helen, our housekeeper. Suffice to say that my stupidity and lame attempt at humour didn't break the language barrier.

Sigh.

Anyone else have a moment of stupidity they would like to share?

Getting nude

So I saw that Spencer Tunick was down in Sydney for the Mardi Gras and he took a series of photos at te Opera House.

I have to say, I'm fairly bummed that I missed it (pardon the pun).

I would have loved to have been a part of it...his photos seem so liberating. Perhaps I'm only keen to participate now that I know I've missed my chance?

Did anyone brave the elements and pose?

Image from www.smh.com.au

Ooops...

I'm such an embarrassment.

Came home from the gym today, sweaty and exhausted. As is my habit, I walked through the apartment shedding clothing, dropping it into the laundry for washing, and desperately trying to get cool.

I wandered around, stripping down until I was just in my undies, distractedly thinking about my afternoon plans and preoccupied with getting into the shower as quickly as possible.

So it was in this state of distraction and undress that I walked into our bedroom to find myself face to face with two very surprised Filipino window cleaners.

In my defence I did remember that our building was scheduled for cleaning today, but of course they had to be cleaning my apartment window at that exact moment.

Luckily I'm out of the house all day tomorrow. I don't think I could face them when they come back to do the windows in the living room.

Anyone have any embarrassing moments they want to share?

Le sigh

It goes without saying that I miss things about home. My family and friends would be at the top of the list...but a very close second is a dishwand, you know one of those brilliant sponges with handles that you put dishwashing detergent in.

Like this:

Oh how I miss my dishwand...in fact I miss it so much that I googled it today to find out that it has a proper name, and that name is a dishwand.

I also miss Crunchies, Marie Claire, Delicious and GladBake. How do I know that I miss these things? Because they are what I asked Reece to bring back for me from his trip home this weekend.

Like anyone, I have days when I feel like its all too hard and I want to run back to Australia. I'm having an extended one of these moments right now, and am craving the comfort of home. My work is what is causing this, and I'm probably not ready yet to treat the subject with enough tact, so I'm going to refrain while I feel like this.

Suffice to say the thing I miss most, right now, is directness. I miss the straightforwardness of adults back home, I definitely miss adults acting like adults.

So anyway, that is my whinge.

When you are away for an extended period of time, what is it that you miss the most? I'd love to hear from anyone who has spent time in a very different culture...how did you handle it?