As Seen On The Voice

Did you see me on The Voice on Sunday night?

Nope. Me neither. I was too busy tweeting and eBaying at the moon.

But one of my ace Twitter buddies sent me this photo.

Being Lara Bingle: Opinions or Assassinators?

So tonight I watched the debut episode of Being Lara Bingle. It was funny and fun. Exactly the type of television I want to watch when I am tired after work. You can shake your head at me all you like, but we all want different things. Right?!

So I tweeted it too.

Afterwards the knives were drawn. 140 characters at 20 paces.

Since when did it become au fait to be nasty?

The snipers were out aiming to shoot her down, just as the paparazzi were ready to shoot her.

And since I am well on my way on the positivity parade, I stood firm. It's not ok to tear shreds off Lara Bingle.

If you don't want to watch it, then don't. Simple really. But you don't have to assassinate someone.

And for the record, I've had the good fortune of working with Lara - many, many years ago. She is just as beautiful now as she was then - and without a speck of make-up. She just glows.

The New Look PottyMouthMama

I've had a makeover over on my Facebook page. You should totes come over and check it out - as well as my new ample derriere. And bosom. And nose. And new and improved skinny arm. We can chat. And talk. And stuff.

Of if you're more into short and sharp, come over to Twitter.

PottyMouthMama. Get it while it's hot.

For All The Twitter Lovers

Good news for Twitter lovers is you can now get all your tweets onto a 2 ply toilet roll called Shitter. With the tag line "Social media has never been so disposable" you may well think this is exactly where Twitter feeds belong (but not me, I love Twitter).

Shitter toilet paper. I know. Awesome right? I am pretty sure this is all your dreams come true, so you can stop sleeping now and get tweeting for truly customised toot roll.

You can read more here.

Kanye Tweets

If you know me, you know I love Twitter. A little too much.

For days I've had these songs in my head, so I'm sharing them with you, so you in turn can sing: French fries are the devil. I make awesome decisions in bike stores.

Thanks to my friend Carrie for shedding the light.

Masterchef McLovin'

It's a big day here at PMM HQ.

It's a huge day in fact. Huge, massive, big deal. Clear the decks, don't answer the phones, barricade the door. We're going into lockdown.

Anyone who regularly reads PMM (and tweets with me) will know what a mad keen, gung-ho, crazed, infatuated, obsessed Masterchef viewer/Tweeter I am. I love it. Love. It.

So tonight, who makes you all hot under your apron strings? Who makes your saucepan lid blow off?

Clearly, you see who has my loyalty.

Are You Feeling Neglected?

One of my favourite Twitterati linked me this. Bon appetit! Tiny loves this song. So you should too.

Hats Off

Since I had a near riot on my hands yesterday with all two commenters wanting to see the hat block, here it is. Take down your placards girls, I'll put the riot squad back to bed, here it is.

It needs some moisturising. Maybe I'll wax it.

Speaking of waxing heads, George is back from Masterchef. Won't you join me on Twitter for live tweeting?

That was an awesome segue, was it not?

Here's said hat block sporting a panama. That is too small for my head. But it's a beauteous thing.

Bump Up The Jam

Thanks to one of my good Twitter friends I have now realised the error in my ways. I now know what my life has been missing. If only I had more hair to Bump. Please ensure you watch the video to realise the Holy Grail.

Potentially I could go from flat to fabulous in seconds. That certainly does sound enticing, doesn't it? I mean who doesn't want a massive bump/beehive on the back of their hair. And when you're in the throes of a passionate embrace, just excuse yourself quickly and remove the bumpit. You don't want to give the game away now do you ladies?

Oh my - they even have a Hollywood Bump it (do you think that might come with Sandra Bullock's husband since he's on the outer?).

The best bit? ANYONE CAN BE A STYLIST! Who knew? I would never have dreamt that!

I wonder exactly just which celebs, fashionistas and beauty queens are bumping it. No, I really DO want to know. I'm sure it wouldn't be easy to spot them, it's so natural. Manu Feildel? Is he bumping it? Jenny Hawkins? Surely she's not bumping it. Elle McPherson? No way, there's no bumping it there. Holly Valance? Potentially she could use a bump it, but rather than spending $49.95, I'm guessing she'd go with her own hair stylist to go from flat to fab.

This makes getting an undercut positively criminal. I need more hair to bump.

A Few Good Things

First up, Jenny of Sublime Stitching fame was Twittering about these ace hoodies that I am big stylie lovin'. Matt's birthday is coming up, and I'm madly looking for a skeleton print hoodie. There's one from HeadHoods and I'm quietly thinking it could be the one.

In the same Tweet, Jenny also mentioned these crazy funny hoodies made from upcycled blow up dolls. Definitely not on Matt's birthday list, but worth a look because they are super clever. Yes?

An interesting piece about eating habits and children.

Have you been hot-footing it to the markets rather than traipsing the supermarche?

I love this song. Always have, always will.

Knitting: On A Roll

I have news to report people. In the time that I've been away I've watched the entire second season of 'Love My Way'. Man oh man, do I love that show or what?

And - my MIL taught me how to cast on. Did I tell you that I always required either my mum or my sister to do this for me? Well now folks, I am doing it! It probably doesn't look like much, but I've been knitting up a storm. In the photo is what I've managed so far. Slow far, slow good. The Doctor has selected that pale blue for a scarf for him. I'll aim to get it done before the end of Winter.

I now also have developed a mean yarn fetish, while Debbie Bliss is definitely a firm favourite, who could deny that ridiculously addictive soft touch (?!), when I graduate to something a little tricky, I have my sights set on the impossibly cloud-like softness of Alpaca. Sheesh, is that soft or what?!

In other news I've dumped Ashton and Demi on Twitter. We weren't seeing eye to eye. I just never knew what they were banging on about. You know when you hang out with people and they seem to have a plethora of in-jokes? Well it felt like that. Ashton and Demi, it's not me, it's you.

Back To Magical March: Day 12

I've missed a few days. Punish me if you will, but I needed to take some time out of trying to see things magically for a moment to push through the week.

Today is Magical Thursday.

After forgetting to attend a meeting with my accountant on Monday, I turned up to see him today, albeit it 1/2 hour late. He's a rad guy. He didn't mind. He didn't even blink an eye when he saw the state of disarray my tax/accounting is in. Man, oh man, did I mention I hate paper work?

I stayed up late last night continuing Magical Methodical March. Silverfish be damned because you're not going to be eating here tonight. Awright? I even just found an invoice I've been hunting for for the past 36 hours. Magical and then some. Turn it up!

Since the last time you saw me, I've become magically hooked on Twitter. My favourite for the moment is Diddy. My goodness, his updates have made me laugh. But then I decided that things were going Twitter-ific when Matt exclaimed, "PottyMouthMama, now you're twittering to me about Tweeters." It's true. I hang my head in shame. IN SHAME MY FRIENDS. My whole life has become one online par-tay that I must attend at all hours. Breakfast, count me in. Lunch, snore - already here. Dinner, what's Diddy eating? Shame on me.

This afternoon we're busting out of the house once Tiny decides to rouse from her beauty sleep. We're heading to the park. There's no dinner to be had (let's just get it over with and delete it, no one's interested, alright?!). We're busting up some bark chip and we're gonna get vertical on the slide. Awww yeah. Magical March. Ain't nobody like you.

I'm A Late Bloomer...

But I'm twittering.

To be honest, I still don't think I understand it. But I'll try it.

Pip made me do it.

Will you Twitter along?