so tonight i stopped by the supermarket to buy some sunday night beer - i know, i’ve really taken to the stuff since i was first introduced to it a couple of months ago. see, give me a web app and i’m a total early adopter, like a magpie with something really shiny and new. give me beer however and it took 7 years after the legal age of consent to have my first one…. way late!

as i came through the checkout and paid i remember thinking to myself that it seemed quite expensive, but as i’m no expert, assumed i must have been wrong. when i got home and had taken a couple of sips, it didn’t quite taste right, but i still couldn’t put my finger on what it was…

after closer inspection - i spotted it - flipping alchohol free beer. firstly, why would you, it appears to have the same calories as normal beer and secondly i paid more for it! i’m completely flabbergasted?!?

i’m off to drink my beer-ish tasting liquid, but i hope you’ve got the real stuff.

m x

so the other day, i was having a discussion with someone about my greatest fears when i admitted to being petrified of heights… which took me back to being in turkey. the story kind of goes like this…

it was late, quite a few glasses of wine had been consumed and i had been approached by one of the instructors from the local paragliding school to sign up to do a paraglide from the babadag mountain. At the time, it seemed like an amazing idea, so there and then i paid up and arranged to do it two days later. the next morning, i woke up, opened one eye, felt the greatest fear of my life but couldn’t quite place why and then the realisation hit! what had i done?

things got worse when later that day, i was sunbathing by the pool at the foot of the mountain when literally every 20 minutes someone would paraglide overhead. i’m not quite sure why i hadn’t noticed people doing it before then, but it served to act as a constant reminder all day long. that night i got no sleep, felt like i was going to throw up and generally believed that my life was about to end. that was when i hatched a plan. i would simply get to the top of the mountain, let everyone do their paraglide and then when it got to my turn, i would tell them that i had changed my mind and drive back down to the hotel.

the next day, i got into the jeep and set off for the top of babadag. no one had thought to warn me that it was a single dirt track to the top of the mountain and that other vehicles would also be coming in the opposite direction. to say that the jeep nearly fell off of the edge of the cliff more than once would sound like an exhaggeration, but was in fact more true than i care to admit.

by the time that i eventually got to the top of the mountain, i had decided it would be safer for me to jump off the edge of a cliff than risk a journey back to the base of the mountain in the jeep. my legs barely held me up for me to get into the jump suit and i’d love to say i was really brave. i wasn’t. i was a complete and utter sissy but i did it nonetheless and boy was i proud by the time i got to the bottom. i got back to work and gloated to everyone that i had done a paraglide, i might have forgotten to tell them the circumstances in which i did it though… oops!

lesson of the day: embrace your fears - or if you’re not able to do that, take a ridiculously scary jeep ride and anything seems possible!

you guessed it - i’ve managed to lose yet another phone and i’m really not proud of myself. you see normally when that happens, i’m annoyed with myself and even upset but i know that it can be rectified without any impact on anyone else - this time though it was a work phone
we were staying at a hotel in london and i was packing ready to come home. as always i was running late and did my normal trick of flinging things into my case rather than tidily packing as i would have done on the way there. it was at this point that i had what i thought was a clever idea. i would make a pile of important items that i must remember to pack and that are accessible.

when i finished packing and checked out, i was completely oblivious that i had forgotten the one pile of items that i COULDN’T forget - i know, i’m smart, there’s not many people like me! having left my cases with the hotel for collection later that evening, when i was to return they told me that i had left some clothes in my room. when i persisted that i was sure i hadn’t, they gave me the key to go and check and when i did, there was evidence that a boy was now “in the house” as it were. Clothes were strewn everywhere and it no longer smelled of roses.

the next day when i realised that i didn’t have the phone, i called the hotel but there was no sign - so i’m assuming the smelly boy pocketed it! grr! all that i can say is that it’s a good job my employers are understanding - i think they’ve come to expect stuff like that from me by now! so, the question is, does anyone have any mitten like string that i can attach the new one to myself with?

 p.s. as posts about my phones are becoming a common theme, i’ve started a category purely based on phone stories!

i know that it’s ridiculous, but i love the sites where you enter a whole ton of information in the hope that you learn what kind of person you are (as if you didn’t know already). well the latest one that i came across tells you how girly you are.

obviously intended for something cheesy like myspace, given the clipart involved - you’d think that i’d be able to rise above it and not spend 5 minutes completing, but oh no, it had to be done…

You Are 92% Girly

When the term “girly girl” was invented, they were thinking of someone like you.You’re a feminine and sweet and very high maintenance. But you’re worth it!

how very dare they… high maintenance??? moi??? i’ve always preferred to think i keep people on their toes! i was thinking of printing it out and sticking it to my forehead so that the next time i go to an event and someone makes a comment about thinking mel’s a guys name - i’ll just tell them i’m 92% girly don’t you know???

what’s even more amusing than the quiz itself though are the quizes that they advertise next to it - “what’s your holiday stress level?”, “are you living the wrong life?” and lastly and most brilliantly “how hot are your kisses?” - short of kissing your mac, i daren’t even think about how that one works!!! if you’re totally bored and have 5 minutes to spare though, it’s worth checking out, just for the sake of amusement!

UPDATE: i just told my friend the score and she now informs me that guys hate really girly girls - joy!