bubble bubble toil and trouble

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okay, as a few of you know i got a lovely christmas gift from someone who read in my blog how much i wanted one of these. here are a couple of half decent pics of it that i'm posting solely so she can see them.

i'm still sick in these photos so please excuse the glassy eyes and ridiculous smile.



look ma my head is enormous! and hubris still has pink hair!



further adventures of the very large head....

and without further ado, my olympic schwag:



these aren't the sexiest photos ever but y'all can at least get the idea.

bubbles i'm sorry the cleavage didn't come out better for ya, i'll try harder next time :) i think you can at least get the gist of just how ridiculously sexy that outfit can be with the small chunks of skin showing here and there.

whenever i wear the shrug with that shirt i get the best responses. mostly from women actually but that might be because most of my clients are women. funny thing is that men sort of react like 'wow is that ever sexy' but without actually seeming to find me sexy. it's very weird.
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i went climbing last night and man was it ever strange how tired and weak i was. i mean i still know how to move and i can still totally climb but i did like 6 routes with only two of them 5.8s and the rest 5.7s and i was pooped. pooped and pumped even.

it's amazing how a stupid sinus cold can take it out of you for days on end. in fact i wonder just how long i'll actually be weak for. the moves are there but the strength isn't. i especially noticed it in my grip. there was just nothing there.

still it felt fantastic to get back to the gym and feel myself move. heck i even demonstrated some in class tonight!
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so i watched the oscars. good christ that's four and a half hours of my life that i'll never get back. the red carpet portion of the program totally bit because it seemed like there weren't really any celebritities there.

in fact the entire program was sort of lacklustre and i wonder if it's a reflection of the changing face of hollywood or if it has to do with how boring most of the nominated movies were.

okay that's not fair, crash wasn't boring and i've heard that capote was excellent. it's just that to give ang lee a best director oscar for brokeback mountain was ridiculous. it's like hollywood decided that the movie was epic and never even bothered to see it with their eyes open.

course not, they were too busy snoring.

i was glad for philip seymour hoffman though...

it just seemed like they scripted the show so much in an effort to make it run on time that they ate the life out of the oscars. too bad, they used to be such fun. where's cher when you need her?
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okay that's enough, this post is really all about the pictures anyway.