Day 25: my motto

"A free coffee is a free coffee"

Have already told story about hubby and Anna in LA; being offered a free coffee from Subway. We detest Subway, and all junkfood establishment, possible Subway above and beyond any other. Anyway. There was a free coffee promo this particular morning. Looked at each other and were like... you know. A free coffee is a free coffee. Then it turned out to be most disgusting cup of coffee had ever had, and ended up dumping it in a bin.

Most free coffees, though, are awesome.

Day 24: a moment

Had moment involving depressed looking dog picked out, but... looking at the headline "a moment" and cannot help recalling last, horrendous, flight to Sweden. In particular this one, well, moment.

Had massive night evening before. Night had, to top things off, been last of several. Arrived at airport SIX hours early. Am not the sort of person who runs late. Anyhow. Endured the six hours with nothing but bottle of water as could not face airport shopping area to search for food. Figured in-flight food would be marvellous, as tend to love in-flight food (cute little tray filled with cute little lovely things to eat).

When ordered ticket had requested vegetarian meal. And now for the moment: Vegetarian meal arrives. Am starving. Turns out, to airline, vegetarian is same thing as vegan. But worse than that - anorectic vegan. In front of me is three gigantic slices of steamed capsicum, resting in capsicum juice. Served with a small green salad. NO bread. No cake. No biscuits with cheese.

Am still surprised made it through this alive.

On return flight, was not only supremely well rested - and had just eaten - I also packed several packets of cookies in my handbag.

(Did, on the other hand, forget my RRV; resident return visa - but that is another moment.)

NOW, of course, I do aspire towards veganism - but it seriously feels like bad idea on a hangover.

Day 23: my favourite book

Too many to even mention!

Am a bit of a book-fanatic, and will read (almost) anything. But across time, I guess one book stands out as clear favourite and winner in all categories. People who know me will know this, and suggest that my style of writing is inspired by this book. This is true. For two reasons; I liked the style. Also, for many countless years, my life WAS this book.

Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason.

These days, life has changed somewhat - and can no longer turn to BJ (or, as commonly referred to, the Bible) for everything. Used to be that could use the Bible for advice, for fortune-telling, as well as for reliable source of entertainment.

Would, at one point in life, pick book up almost daily - select random paragraph - and base day around it, like how some people might use a tarot-deck.

In truth, even based a university-assignment around it once. Yes. Fortunately school was on dodgy side - and teachers not well read enough - so whole thing went unnoticed.

Not very intellectual, but seriously. At 17, read Dostoevsky. It was all downhill from there people. Booze kills braincells, it is true.

Day 22: someone I want to swop lives with for a day

Hmm don't know... Am thinking someone filthy rich and super-thin - would then proceed to waste a heap of money and eat chocolate all day.

Mmm. Chocolate.

Day 21: my fears

Used to be very afraid of birds. Unfortunately, for me, everybody in hubby's family have got atleast one bird.

Hubby's Bird which has sadly gone to heaven:

Parents in Law's Bird:

Am not afraid anymore. Of anything.

Day 20: something I miss

Day 19: a first

Anna went to LA.

Messaged an old friend saying "guess what I'm in LA!" whereupon he answered "as in Los Angeles, California? WHY?"

Indeed.

Had never planned on going, just sort of ended up there, as one does. A first - and most probably a last.

But there you have it!

Incidentally, this was just after another first - first time in life cut hair short. Expected to look a little like Cameron Diaz. Did not.

Hair has grown out again.

Day 18: my faith

Getting a bit of tired of this list... but would have to be half way through by now. Time to discuss some serious issues like faith.

In previous years have been the sort of person who did not like taking a stand (publicly, that is - was always judging people silently). Was kind of... in between, neutral, not able to say one way or the other, not bothered - and so on.

These days?

Not so much.

So in those formative years might have made some cop-out statement involving the word agnostic (which did not know meaning of anyway) and continuing on about importance of accepting beliefs of others.

Today?

I believe in the Universe and in the power of thought - in the connectedness of all things and in... freedom to live and let live.

Religion, which is inherently implied when asked about ones faith, does not represent any of those values. Has never, could never - and never will.

The End.

Day 17: my family

It's all about hubby and me. In Byron.

Have got other family of course, miss them all - friends can become family as well. Am not going to list and describe my people here, kind of private..? Must safeguard the privacy of others when blogging about oneself.

(apart, perhaps, from privacy of hubby)

Day 16: my bathroom cupboard

Most intriguing subject on which to base a blogpost, honestly.

First would like to mention Splendour in the Grass - wintertime music festival held right here in Byron Bay; which went to in order to drink tequila, freeze our asses off, and watch a few bands. Did not bring camera. Hmm. If only had modern-era phone... if only.

Back to topic.

Not merely "a" cupboard (as in one). But lots. And all mine. Hubby has some things in the furthest one away next to the toilet. He has band-aids and eff off mozzie spray. Also keep all my spare toilet-paper there, in his cupboard. As have explained previously, have tendency to break out in hives if house has any less than five spare rolls of toilet-paper.

Very important. Fluoride-free toothpaste. Do not be fooled people. Fluoride makes you stupid.

What else? Some incense and some sea-shells. Of course.