Do the Bus Stop

I've had quite a few public transport tales over the years but this one is rather interesting.

I was riding the bus yesterday and the bus driver pulled over on the 16 lane freeway. He stood up the front of the bus and announced that the bus was alost out of petrol and to board the bus in front?

What ? I've never come across this before. Hello - a little preparation please.

Farewell My Gucci

For two weeks I have been ponying about town feeling fabulous due to the new addition to my wardrobe: hot Gucci shades. It just feels like more people are looking in my direction when I'm wearing the dark masters.

Yes, it might well be because they are covering the majority of my face but whose to judge the much needed male attention? I'll take it as it comes thanks.

I'll level with you: I tend to lose sunglasses, scratch them, or break them. This time was meant to be different. I promised myself to keep the man magnets in the case when I was not wearing them. Till yesterday I succeeded.

This morning in my usual mad rush out the door I couldn't find them. The penny dropped. They are lost.

Why sacrifice the Guccis? Why not take something less essential?

I still hold a glimmer of hope that they will show up. I'll start calling around a couple of bars I was at last night. Meanwhile some lucky punter is probably ponying about town in my shades...

Love Chances Love Shmances

"Around September 19 your love chances soar. " Sweet - "thanks www.Cainer.com" I thought to myself then glanced over at the calendar only to see that the 19th is today!

Well, those chances suddenly took a massive nose dive. Considering I was sitting at my desk shoveling down a Jenny Craig's microwaved shepherd's pie at that exact moment (it was only 3pm, I was alone in the office, and was now polishing off the last of my allowed food for the day.) I thought those chances remote.

It's day 8 of the new JC 'eating plan' after a long winters food fest. Stay tuned top see how far I make it.

Now back to bit about love chances - there is one contender: (isn't there always?) He's my new radio teacher. He'll be the only male I'll be coming across today (no pun intended) unless I want to count the randoms on the bus (and frankly I don't want to count them.)

Anyway, I'm not sure if I actually like Radio guy or if it's just a proximity thing. He does have a hot voice as required for the radio biz I'm sure. He's a baldy but I like it. The thing is - he used to be a vegan and is now a strict vegetarian so I think that's an automatic rule out. I once had a friend who wouldn't date a guy if he owned a cat or was vegetarian. Thoughts? Although, I am on Jenny Craigs so who knows what he's thinking anyway.

What do you suppose it means that he sent me an e-mail today about Tom Cruise being gay?

Hello Possums

Caught in the act- well not quite - enter the resident possum family. These litte buggers live in the palm tree behind my back balcony. The late night visitors love to play tricks on us. Their favourite is sneaking into the apartment and chowing down on our bananas.

I have to admit they are very neat and leave the skins in a neat little pile on the bench top. They also like running along the fence in the middle of the night.

Shaking the Maracas

The crotch watching event of the year is here (bar Mardi Gras - natch).

Tonight I will be zeroing in on the tight white pants painted on Hugh Jackman who will frolic around the stage.

Don't despair - I'm leaving nothing to chance and will be there binoculars in hand with my eyes on the prize.

Yes, it's all very gay and frankly that's the way I like it.

Champers all round please!

Cock or Sock?

I got 8 out of 10 correct!

http://www.cockorsock.co.nz

Speaking of I'll be getting an up-close and personal look at Hugh Jackman this week when I go see the "Boy from Oz." Tres excited about seeing him leap about in those tight white pants.

Spanish GYCO

Today was the Spanish Quarter Festival in Sydney and I have to say I am loving Spanish men at the moment. Absolutely adoring the cute accent - just sounds better with the lisp.

I sampled some Spanish sausage (not the kind your thinking of), sipped sangria and admired the sights. Yes, there were a few Gael Garcia Bernal look-a-likes. Yum.

(Cher forget the Italians- were going to hit up the Spanish Club when you get back.)

Spring is in the air and it's GYCO season.

I'm going to sleep while this is all fresh in my mind.