A beautiful mind

Last night a friend and I headed to a regional Miss Universe Australia final.

To be honest I was only in it for the goody bag...

I'd never been to anything like it before, but was very much looking forward to the question and answer section of the competition.

   

In my head this is how it was going to go:

The contestants certainly didn't disappoint.

Q: If you had a million dollars to donate to a charity which charity would you choose?
A: Um.. (really long awkward pause)
Uh.. Oh wow...
(another pause, at this point the audience began to groan. It was starting to get painful)
theres just so many to choose from!
(I'd just like to point out that there is a charity partner of Miss Universe Australia..)
hmmm um.. The Great Barrier reef .. to you know, stop the pollution and stuff.
Thank you for coming!

And yes, great barrier reef got through..

Look out Mr Trump

Conversations with Grandma

She is a very wise woman, my Grandma

My Grandmother is an amazing woman, she is 87 years old and has done so much - and knows even more.

I love my Grandma, but she certainly has a way with words..

She recently told a friend of mine (who was walking arm in arm with her down the street) "If you can't be beautiful, you may as well be useful"  

I don't know how she expected the friend to take it, to be honest I'm not quite sure what it means. That's a classic Grandma response. 

So much so that family members share Grandma stories, each one slightly more offensive than the next.

I had remained relatively unscathed, until I pointed out that my photo was in the paper and was met with the response "Oh my, Its not very complimentary is it?" 

love you too Grandma. 

Saturday Night

A friend of mine sent me a message today asking me if I'd be interested in an evening of mixed martial arts on Saturday night.. At first I thought it said mixed martinis - it didn't.

I don't even know what it is (I said yes by the way).. I'm not doing anything and it might be interesting - I don't believe that for a second, I'm actually slightly afraid of what I'll see. I may need a mixed martini beforehand to calm my nerves. I'm not even going to bother Google-ing it.

According to Sam it's pretty brutal "there's blood and they try to break bones and kill each other".

I still don't know why I said yes..

Things I would rather be doing ..

And the planning begins..

Seven weeks until we pack our bags and head to Europe, seven weeks to go and all we've booked is flights (although I have got a spreadsheet).

Sam and I are finally heading to Europe.. I'm desperately obsessed with Paris and am quite sure that when we arrive I will become slightly hysyterical and make a scene (completely normal.. right?).

The trip will begin in Paris (so i can get the hysteria out of the way) and then we head to Amsterdam, Munich, Rome, Athens, Santorini, back to Rome, Florence, Nice, Barcelona, Lison, Portugal, Madrid, San Sebastian and finishing off in London. It's challenging enough to get that list of places in a sentence, let alone in five weeks - hence the spreadsheet.

Although the spreadsheet is causing a lot of 'vigorous conversation' at the moment. Sam wants to wing it.. and I'd like to live my life by the spreadsheet, for those five weeks at least. Let's just say the conversation is ongoing.. and unresolved - good times.