Can't wait

It's so close I can almost taste it. The Khao phat gai, the paneng gai, the banana roti and even the sangsom/coke. 

Yes, you know it. Phuket. My beloved island. The closer I get the more disengage I get here. It's been such a stressful time to organize this trip. So many things that had to come together and fit. I highly dislike when I don't have control over the situation. And there have been times and situations during this process that have been way outside of my influence. But hopefully it's been sorted now. 

After Phuket I'm off to Australia. What a process this have been. But it's totally worth it. I really can't wait to see how this is going to turn out. And that's an adventure I'm looking forward to.  Nothing is nicer than having someone who appreciates you in the smallest things. Accepts you in times of hardships. Comforts you when you’re troubled or stressed, loves you no matter what and is simply happy for having you in their life. I'm lucky I met a guy like that. 

In your life you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some that you wish you never have to think about again. But you do.

I'm watching a tv show while writing this post. And it's about a family that has 17(!) kids and one on the way. WHAT!!! That poor lady's yahoo. All the kids names starts with a "J". I mix up the names with my boys sometimes. I've called them Dizney and Jocke and even Cristoffer ( that's my brother ). Lawd knows I'd mess up with 18 children. That's a kindergarten. She can never drink wine. She's pregnant all the time. Or breast feeding. Omg, her boobs. And her tummy. I'm sorry I do not mean to sound shallow but goodness me. I think I'm too selfish to be raising 18 kids. I love my twins. Honestly I dunno if I could be without wine for 20 years. Sounds bad but it's the truth. My body is quite important to me. I'd lose my hair. Not that I have heaps of hair now but I'd like to keep the three straws of hair that I have. 

Nah....Ive decided that 18 offsprings is not for me. 

One of those weekends

I do have amazing friends. All over. I feel very blessed to have them in my life. Found some photos I thought I'd share with you guys.

You know you have great friends when your they rock up and pretty much invade your home. What once was a nice, clean and calm place has turned into a bar/studio/restaurant/hairsalon/therapy session in just under 30 minutes. And I love it. My home is always open for friends to come and stay. As long as the bring white wine I'm good as gold.

After dinner/therapy someone came up with the marvelous idea to get singstar going. Lucky for us that Ms.Sussy is somewhat of a PS nerd so her drunken fabulous bum sorted it. I was a tad intoxicated after drinking the best thing after milk. Yep..you know it Wine. I'm sorry White Wine....but milk has got something on you. For the taste of cold milk when you wake up in the middle of the night ( who am I kidding...I mean when you rock home from a big night on the town ) is nothing short of a heavenly experience. I cannot believe I said that. Please wine...don't hold it against me come Friday. For you and I will encounter then. And I truly hope you do not hold a grudge. Your bff Tequila is holding a grudge. I've noticed that she doesn't come round as often anymore. I hope I can mend this broken relationship before long.

Annnyywaayyy....we sung a few songs on this glorious evening. Didn't sound good, I have to be honest. But like the troopers we are we hung in there. My poor poor neighbors. Eventually the PS had had enough and shut itself down. Not even Sussy, the PS genius, could get the songs going again. So we turned to what we do best...drink more wine. And went clubbing. Have you ever been so intoxicated that even if you fall over you just rise up from the abyss of shame and pain to keep on doing what you were doing just before you made an ass out of yourself?? Well we had someone in our click do that. Several times. 

NOOO....it's not always me. 

I know what you are thinking but this time is really wasn't me. How funny is that to watch it in slow motion, the falling off the table, the tripping over on the staircase. And every time I saw her arise...with a smile on her face and blood running from her elbow. And off she went to new adventures. In heels too...
We've all been there. Don't you dare deny it. Well if you are a man you might or might not have worn high heels to make it harder for you on a slippery dance floor. What women go through to look nice hey.

Vivi and I ( dunno why she looks sooo tanned )

Sussy is in da house. In charge of Singstar

But first...let me take a selfie

Vivi is on the phone to Oz. Actually!!

We may not like it, but it really is important to stop every once and awhile, get out of your own head, and see the bigger picture. Actually, finding out that you’ve been looking at things all wrong, can be sort of liberating. And suddenly, you see new potential, new possibilities, where you’ve never seen them before. And that’s all fine when a hopeless situation suddenly looks good. If you're unlucky sometimes it goes the other way.....

I love this photo....hilarious. In all kind of ways. Thank you sangsom and wine!!