so this post is officially going into the category of stupid!!

it’s fair to say that i’ve done some stupid things in my time, but even by my standards this is bad! within my life time i’ve managed to put my mobile phone in the washing machine 3 times. that alone sounds bad i know – but it gets worse when i tell you that those 3 times are probably all within the last 18 months – yes it is possible for someone to be that stupid. the first time it happened i had left the phone in a pocket, the second time, i managed to put the washing on the side, the phone into the washing machine, put in washing powder and then turn it on. i thought that i had learned my lesson…. until a few weeks ago!

i always insure my phone – i know how accident prone i am. that was apart from this time, i thought that i had matured and as the insurance was nearly as expensive as the phone decided that it was time for me to brave the world without it… then a couple of weeks ago, i was putting some washing on and decided the machine looked a bit empty, so decided to take off the top i was wearing and add it to the wash?!? all was well until after 10 minutes of banging from the machine i realised that my phone had been in my pocket and now had suds coming from every part possible. a few days of leaving the phone wrapped in a towel on the radiator didn’t help and i admitted defeat, realising that i was going to need a new mobile.

i had managed to put it off for a couple of weeks, but as i’m off to the states this week, i decided i was going to have to bit the bullet and buy a new one. anyone that knows me will tell you that i can’t just walk in and buy the cheapest handset, i’m far too shallow for that – i’m able to choose the most expensive without even seeing the price tag. having been quizzed by the salesman who wanted to sell me everything in the store (obviously i have sucker written across my forehead) i finally walked out with a spanking new shiney phone – and all was well.

for some reason at this point i decided it was a good idea to put the phone in my back pocket and forget about it – it’s not like it rings that often . an hour later and nature called, i popped to the loo and heard the most almight splash only to find that my brand new spanking shiney phone was now settled at the bottom of the toilet!!!

so two phones later, plenty of water, good cash down the dunny as it were and a few tears – i’m without a phone yet again. someone please – create a waterproof phone – you’d save me a fortune….

right then, first off – let me apologise. for the past month or so, things have been manic in the lead up to the event that i’ve been organising – so I’ve not had a life to make random – thus no posts.

now that things are going back to normal though i have to venture to places other than my house and the office i work in – so blonde moments have returned and the world is good once more.

melvin

i’ve developed a bit of an issue around my gender – there you go, i said it and it’s out there. before you go off at the deep end, it’s not that i want to change my gender, it’s just that i want people to realise that i’m a girl! i understand that the industry i work in is mainly male – but seriously this was a conversation that i had with someone…

background: i was wearing a pass with my name on it – visible for the world to see!

man: “excuse me, could you tell me where i could find mel?”

me: “hi, sure, no worries at all – that’s me. what can i help with?”

man: “yeah funny. so where is he?”

me: “no seriously i am mel”

man: “so why do you have a guy’s name?”

aaargh! i can think of tonnes of girls that are called mel, but the only guy is mel gibson!! it’s getting so bad that i might have to revert to my full name – but the problem is i can’t actually say it properly. melanie for some reason just doesn’t role off of the tongue! therefore my plan of action from here is to make sure that i definitely wear a polar neck at all times to cover my adams apple, otherwise I’ll never hear the end of it

candles have a purpose

i think that it must be a guy/girl thing because it seems to be mainly girls that like twigs and candles. there is a method behind our madness though guys – so make note!

it’s 5.30am, my alarm has gone off and it’s time to get up to make my way to the event. i turn on the light switch next to the bed and it has no effect. convinced that somehow i was unable to master the art of using a light switch i was sure that i was doing something wrong and headed to the main switch to turn the lights on. in the process of getting to the main switch, i managed to stub my toe on the side table, get my foot caught up in the telephone wire and somehow land in a heap on the floor with the lamp (still not working), lampshade and telephone on top of me… it was probably at that point that i knew it was going to be a good day!

having eventually got to the door with the main switch, still nothing was happening and i resided to the fact that the lights weren’t going to resolved by me – this was going to take someone with brains this is where my plan kind of fell apart, i tried opening the curtains for light, but it was still pitch black. i tried turning the television on, only to find that most hotel channels are very dark! i eventually decided the best plan of action would be to fumble around to turn on the shower, shower in the dark, select an outfit in the dark (i know!!!) and then head down to reception.

by the time i had eventually made it down to reception, the receptionist was lovely and said that she would have it sorted within minutes. disaster resolved! although it didn’t help when she added “in future miss kirk, just call us if that happens again and we’ll send someone up” – d’oh!

moral of the stories – i’m back and nothing’s changed!!!