Mojo Risin'.

Wish I could photoshop the flab underneath my arm to the top of my arm. Like, a bicep.

I'm waiting for my laxatives to kick in. There is so much to tell you, namely, how DARE I be doing this? I don't know.

I do know, that soon enough, I will be sitting at home on my back deck and it will all be over. Five minutes in to our car ride from LAX to our hotel yesterday, I said out loud how sad I was that we had to leave. Woogs was all, we only just got here!

                       The gorgeous Mrs Woog, showing me where she works.

Yesterday we looked around at the Groves shopping complex, wondering how we ended up in toontown. We are perfect travelling companions. She is smart, funny, sassy, and HILARIOUS. I can't wait for some American bloggers to meet her, and have started writing down some Woog gems:

1) Standing in line waiting at customs in LAX yesterday, in a daze from jet lag: "I really hope our drivers name is Hank."

2) Sitting in a diner for a LONG time, waiting for her hotel room to be ready: "I need to put my face in a vat of makeup."

3) On not being able to upload her photos properly to her computer: "Ok. I need to start taking responsibility for my technological retardedness."

Australian blogging is on the increase - it is SO great to see. (Except somebody needs to tell Bruce the customs guy at Sydney airport. Where I had written "blogger" as my occupation, he crossed it out and wrote "writer." True story.)

Last weekend was Blogopolis, where a slew of amazing people came together and danced, drank, laughed, and shared. The panels were good too - I spoke on one, and was so animated that I snapped the microphone off when I was talking. Mortification. I held it in my hand, and watched the sea of bloggers laugh, and saw my stunning mate Glowless just shake her head, sadly.

Our Qantas flight to LA was beyond, and made me realise how I am carrying all my Aussie bloggers friends with me.  BabyMac would have loved the Florence Broadhurst-printed toiletry bag. Kim would have loved the Neil Perry selections on the menu. And Nikki from Styling You could write a whole blog post on the Qantas flight attendant uniforms.

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I am in love with everything. Every sight, taste and smell is all new and different, and it keeps waking me up to the nowness of now. Travelling is good for your soul, I suspect.

Last night at 11pm, I went for a walk on Sunset Boulevard by myself. Up from the Viper Room, past the Chateau Marmont, strip clubs, and smoky dens of iniquity. I was hoping I didn't get stabbed. A girl was crying on the phone that she had just been sacked from her waitressing job. A bum in the street was too shouty for me to give money to. I will never understand how you can buy bottles of vodka in drugstores over here. Crazy.

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Thank you, Ribena. For taking a chance on two Aussie mumbloggers who are the only ones in this fancy hotel who have children. Congratulations to the two winners of the Ribena giveaway - Siobhain can you please email me your postal address? The judges (and I) adored your sons national anthem: "Australians all want ostriches .." Second winner is Amy - I have never done a giveaway on my blog before, and was blown away by the amount and quality of entries. There are three family trips to New Zealand up for grabs, with more information on the Ribena facebook page.

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I am now going to LA Ink to get a teeny skull tattooed on my neck. Hardcore mumbloggers FTW!

Computer, I will be back real soon. My esteemed work colleague and I are flying into San Diego tomorrow tomorrow, for BlogHer. I have not practiced reading out my blog post yet - who was the idiot that said she was not scared about talking in front of three thousand people?

In the meantime, as I now go into the bathroom due to horrific stomach noises, I have one request.

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