The Wonder From Down Under

I always loved Kylie Minogue.

And Elle MacPherson.

Oohh - and Nicole Kidman.

These Aussies are hot to trot ladies who always had me believing that our friends from down under really were NOT eating Outback Steakhouse, and really had some kind of special water that just made the women look either ridiculously thin.

Go on love, eat a french fry. Please?

Check out that hair. How is it legal to even be that pretty?

Or the one's who shant age.

I am going to Sydney later this year and have became friends with a great blogger named Karls from Karlosophies. I hope to see her when I got to Sydney - but I am a teensy bit scared because she is a bad ass and I don't think I will be able to hang with her. One sambuca shot and this petite Indian girl pretty much morphs into a raging lunatic. These kinds of nights don't usually work out for ANYBODY. No one.

Hmmm. Wonder why?

This is Karls She is way hotter to me than Alien Kidman nowadays.

Anyway, I love her. Karls is me, but if me was Aussie and even more curse abusing and beer swigging than I already am (so you know her current condition is bad, right).

Go visit the sexy audio message hostess. If I'm not going to let my husband watch porn, I will be ok if he finds happiness by listening to my hot Aussie friend's voice.

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When Kiran asked me to guest post, I had no effin idea what to talk about - like most days on my own blog, I’d drawn a blank. I figured, if I were really sitting in a room talking to you, I’d likely be chattering away nonsensically about me... effin asking questions about you. Hell, I’m much a more interesting topic (I kidd... I kidd).

I thought I’d let you have a brief glimpse into my psyche and I guess I should start by introducing myself (how rude of me not too).

I’m Karly (also known as Karls - from Karlosophies), I’m a married, immature 30 something who has not yet taken the plunge into motherdom - mostly because I love beer too much (hell, I’m incubating a beer baby - well it looks like it anyway). I reside in a small coastal town on the Mid North Coast of NSW in the land downunder (that is, Australia). Here the sun is almost always shining (unless its pissing down with rain). The climate is perfection!

By day, I’m a Voice Over Artist... that is, I have my own studio in the rainforest that is my backyard and I record and edit my own voice (told you I like to talk) for major Australian clients. It’s mainly eLearning based stuff... and it’s my dream job! I’ve got an editor and about 10 other dudes that I contract out work to. I’m lucky... although I believe you create your own luck, so it’s not so much lucky as obsession. I’m also a gym junkie who always wears a heart monitor (only so I know how hard I’m going and how many beers I’ve earned - desperate? Yes).

By weekend I’m a beer swilling piss head. A drunk dialler... and even worse, a facebook random message-r (although I’m on a champagne ban to stop further embarrassment to myself and others). I’ve also been known to spend obscene amounts of money on ugly crap via ebay. Hmmmmm... could I have a problem? Nah, sounds much worse than it actually is.

Kiran has told me that I am her, prior to Motherdom. I’m thinking perhaps she’s now wishing she’d never said that. If I turn out to be half the woman and mother she is, I’ll be wrapped. Oh and me and Kiz (that would be her honorary Aussie nickname - we all have them) will be throwing back beers together later this year (with any luck) so stay tuned for ‘When Beauty meets the Beer Beast’.

Karls

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Aw Karls - thanks so much. But you know something? "Kiz" can so not wait to throw back some drinks with you and get up to no good. Because that's just how we roll mama.

Just don't let me near any Sambuca.

Go over to Karlospophies and become a follower.

XOXO

Kiran