The Key to the City
It’s hard for me to accept that there are some things in life I’ll never be good at. Breakdancing. Public speaking. Running fast. And here’s another for the list: using antique keys to open doors in Paris.
It’s hard for me to accept that there are some things in life I’ll never be good at. Breakdancing. Public speaking. Running fast. And here’s another for the list: using antique keys to open doors in Paris.
5,931 – Final number of votes cast for me
What I would do as Hamilton Island Caretaker.
Dozens of you have promised to visit if I am awarded the island caretaker position, so you’ll be happy to know I’m already looking into ordering air mattresses in bulk.
Here it is – my submission for Queensland’s Best Job in the World!
Drumroll please… I successfully submitted my application for The Best Job in the World!
To prep yourself emotionally for my video application, you can watch submissions from my competition… just save your best reviews for me.
Since I’m not there in person to wish each Aussie a fabulous day, I’m going to do the next best thing — wish them a Happy Australia Day on the world’s most watched morning show
Hallelujah – it’s finally Australia Day! I’ve been waiting impatiently to celebrate this glorious occasion with you darling readers. By now I’m sure you have your Australia Day plans in place… what, no plans yet? There’s no time to lose.
If you could dream up the perfect job for Big Apple Angie, what would it be? Perhaps serving as the enthusiastic ambassador to some far-flung tropical destination, scuba diving in the morning and blogging about it in the afternoon?
Today’s blog is serious, dear readers. I’m begging for your prayers for Bolivia. It appears the long anticipated civil war between the Collas (government supporters, pronounces ‘Coyas’) and the Cambas (autonomy supporters) is finally beginning. (In case you’re wondering, I’m pro-autonomy.) Bolivia’s president Evo Morales has ordered the U.S. Ambassador out of the country, and …
Our boat crew warned us that conditions were deteriorating rapidly and that they might have to call off the excursion at any time. The horizon was all wobbly and if I wasn’t so pumped, I might have hurled.