Urban Princess

When it all just falls into place.

Just a short one this evening as its 10pm already and I have had a big day. A good day. When I look at my life as a whole as simple as it sounds there are parts of me I wish to excel at, for example: Housewife me, Good Girlfriend me, Good Uni Student me and Health/Fitness me. From day to day I seem at best only to manage one if that. I think some times I'm just lazy but it really isn't my intention. Anyway as I was saying all my Me's just fell into place...

Housewife me, this afternoon managed to clean our bedroom, begin the massive task of sorting out the pantry and cook a meal from scratch.

Good Girlfriend me, managed to do the entire meal prior to Chris knocking off work, hired a movie Chris wanted to see just as a surprise and even had spare time for cuddles.

Good Uni Student me, went into town and bought the folder for history, sorted out the entire uni in a box, ordered all my textbooks on line and even contemplated studying even though we don't officially start till the 18th of February.

Health/Fitness me, got exercise. I know thats a shock in itself. I also walked into town and all in all ate relatively healthy.

There was even time left over for lazy me to do some window shopping in town and to catch up on one of my favorite television programs. Gosh no wonder I'm so tired. Its nice and peaceful tonight as if for a change everything is connected and in its right place. Till tomorrow when we start all over again... Lol till then however I win the elusive prize of a good night sleep.

So are we at the bottom yet?

There is a long standing joke in our house. Chris has the worst luck in the world. I'm seriously not kidding. If there where such things as bad luck or Karma Chris would have had to have been Hitler with a side of pedophilia, owner of a monumental family of black cats, habitual mirror breaker, lived under a ladder, demon. When I met him, I honestly thought he was joking. After a year on the sidelines I've learned it is indeed plausible.

The thing that convinced me took place in December last year. Over 3 weeks our entire life just feel to pieces. First we found out we had bed bugs and despite 3 attempts to get rid of them ourselves, each time they just came back worse. We spent that entire time sleeping in the lounge room. Chris got sick, followed by me a week later. The car broke down and cost us all our Christmas Money to get it repaired. I got let go from my job and he was having troubles enough at his work. It was just awful and everything we did to fix things eventually had a negative outcome. I remember one night when I was sick just crying because I just couldn't see how we where going to get out of it. Thanks to Chris's persistence things got better just before Christmas and I thought that was the end of that. This week however has a different fate for us. After the weekend (see previous posts) I though that was as low as it gets... I even laughed with Chris on the toilet floor when he was sick and said well at least this is as bad as it gets. To which he replied ''dont be to sure''. and as usual he was right. Its currently Wednesday and since the weekend Chris has come within a seconds of losing his job, in fact on Monday it was pretty certain that he had. Tuesday I got the back spasms back worse than before and Today we may very well lose our house.

Right I am never asking if this is the bottom ever again because quiet clearly I have no idea where the bottom is. It is by shear luck on my behalf that we survived today. I don't know why I went to the post box at 10am, I got the mail yesterday and normally the mail isn't here till 1pm. I don't know what persuaded me to open a letter addressed to Chris. I am very grateful I did though because if I had waited till 4 this afternoon we would have for sure been evicted. The letter was from the real estate agent. Apparently this was their 24 hour notice for an inspection at 3.30 this afternoon (it looks as if our landlord might be selling off our property). There is a slight problem with that. I'm not even supposed to be living here nor is the cat. Every little bit of evidence of the cat and I had to be removed from the house including the cat smell. The house was hardly tidy as it was. Chris had to come home and we had to hide cat for 15 minutes he was here. I just shudder to think what would have happened if I didn't do what I did this morning. I can see it in my head now. At 3.30 I would have answered the door with all my belongings (and I'm sure a couple pairs of underwear on the bedroom floor). The second he introduced himself, Mica would have come to check out the new voice and we would have been busted there and then.

I wonder sometimes if this is why Chris and I found each other. We are without a doubt a counter balance for each other. For every ounce of seriousness, Ive got the vagueness and innocents. For all his downs, I can always find the joke. For all his fears, I have hope. For all my insecurity's, he is stable. For all my financial disasters, he has the answers. He is the only person I have ever met takes away my anxiety with a few calm words. And then every so often I score the luck like today.

Oh the pain of it all.

I am 23 and since beginning of the year I have been having back spasms. I had a friend that got them but she was getting layed a lot more than I am and well, I got the impression there were props involved. No the sad truth its more likely to be because I'm excessively over weight. Maybe not Whale size just yet but we are fast approaching Elephant. This isn't new, I can bearly remember a time when I would have made healthy weight range. It really did hit home today though. I am in so much pain but I will let you in on my little joke. No doubt this one that is going to keep me laughing deliriously throw the many hours of pain to come... I am allergic to codeine and morphine. Yes thats right, I'm hard pressed to find a pain killer to take thats stronger than panadol. Don't you just have to laugh at life's little quirks. I do.  Take for example when I was at university I joined a gym so I could swim during the hot weather. The pool shared a glass wall with the aerobic studio. I remember laughing my ass off at the kooky yoga Ladies. lol jokes on me, The only thing I have found to control and calm the spasms is you guest it, yoga.

In all honesty my weight does seriously bother me. In this day and age you cant ignore the medical ramifications. Ehh and there is the slight problem that clothes shopping is now just depressing. I dint find myself attractive, dint see why anyone else should. I just really want to wear a bikini. Little hard when your 105 kilos. Not Kidding.

I do have a gym membership but like approximately 80% of gym membership I dint actually use it. I am also a member of weight watchers as a misguided attempt to fulfill my new years resolution. I would say at this point in time, I have not just fallen of the wagon, I'm pretty sure I'm not even in the west anymore. I will go to my Weight Watchers meeting this week. If only because its opposite McDonald's . No, I really am going to stick to it this time. No junk food is worth the incredible shooting pain up my back as we speak.

I know this is a little off topic but why is it that the human body so quickly forgets extreme pain. When I was 16 I got Gaul stones. Yet another weight related problem. I vaguely remember so much pain I couldn't speak and a nurse telling me that the pain I'm going throw is actually worse than Child birth - Eh good to know but maybe not the best time to tell me!!! When asked now what it was like I just say it for a couple of hours then they gave me pethidine. Why couldn't I have used that as motivation for weight loss?

As the house comes to a stand still...

Some houses live all year round for the super bowl, others its the baseball playoffs. Australia its more likely to be the AFL finals. Our house is a little different. Today is the sencond most important day of our sporting year. Its the begining of a journey. It brings about the most intispated clash of the year. It is the ROYAL RUMBLE. This year is no exseption.

Flairs career lasts another night as MVP sucame to the figure 4 lock.

Jerico lost the on going fuad with JBL by disqualification but managed to choke the hell out of him anyway.

Mystiro got screwed as Egde retains the title ... but not for long!

My man, Jeff Hardy lost (not surprisingly) to the ledgend killer Randy Orton. Very Predictable.

Till this point I had been really disapointed. The Rumble was entertaining but by far the coolest part so the winner and etrant number 30. My personal wrestling god... John Cena. Out for the past couple of months with injury, not secduled to return till Wrestlemania. Cena cleaned the ring of many including HHH and Batista. Definatly the savior of my Royal Rumble. We now begin the 63 day road to Wrestlemaina by far the biggest sports day in our house.

Reading back over my post Im surprised. This time last year I might of been able to tell you 3 entrants in the rumble. I was only new to this family and hadnt even moved in yet. Prior to meeting Chris wrestling was a high school sport the did in America. Just goes to show how much you can learn and grow in a year.

My man's a paintballer, through sickness and in health.

As you can see Im home early. We left at 6am yesterday morning, got to Albury at 9:30. Play started at 10am and Im affraid it was all down hill from there. The event organiser was a first timer. I have never thought of myself as pertically high up the food chain in paintball tournement organisation but my god even I saw the flaws in this one. I personally had considered hurting a referee for giving away my man's position on field. By the second day, he'd sacked them in favor of a player refed tournement. His Only saving grace was that to very well know trouble orintated teams decided at the last moment that it wasnt worth there time to show up.

There was another small problem that was out of the organisers control. One would think in 30 degree heat an inside tournement would be the way to go... uh no. With very little ventalation, constant physical activity and tons of sweatly males the place was headed for hell. By mid day there was signs of heat stroke. After lunch I was seriously getting hot under the collar myself. The boys where down to there boxers between games. I have seen more tattoos this weekend than I had fingers and toes to count them on. Everything from clowns hanging off nipple ring spears to nicknames across their back. The day was seceduled to end at 9pm due to fast play we where out by 3, due to fast game turn over.

As previously stated we were sharing our accomidation with our fellow team mates. You should have seen our accomodation, it was this absoulutly stunning Cottage. Hard would floors, Fluffy robes, cresaunts, Chocolates, double shower, spa, amazing bedrooms. It would have been so romantic if it wernt for other macdonalds eating, rum drinking, chain smoking conterparts. Im afraid however things just back slid from there. Chris and I both had a rather nasty emotional shock to the system which has thrown our near future into kaos. This perhaps was the tipping point for Chris. He had hardly had anything to eat or drink all day, he was one of the few that kept his clothes on going into breaks and hadnt been all that well from the day before. When we got back to the cottage he went for a shower and crashed on the couch. I just asumed he was tired but as time went on it was quiet clear he was not well. The colour drained from his face, he had mentioned a head ache that quickly became a miagrain. Next thing I recall is watching helplessly as he emptys the contence of his stomach. He was really really sick. I dont remember the last time I was so frieghtened. After he settled downed and went to sleep I lay there, just thinking of how much he means to me. It was one of the hardest nights Ive had in a long time but I wouldnt have wanted to be any where else. I know I love Chris but it things like that make you relise just how much. I have never in my life spent an night on the bathroom floor for consilation. Im prone to worry but the second I would fall asleep Id wake in terror for fear that something might be wrong. By morning things had settled down but it was clear Chris was still not in a state to play. I think deep down he really wanted to play and without a doult he never wanted to let his team down but in the end saw sense and declied to play. The boys left and Chris and I began to pack up but not without a morning in the spa. I was really hanging out for it but it turns out I enjoyed the talk we had while in there more. It wasnt dirty, romantic or anything like that. I was more that we got to talk about the things that had been worrying him. May not have been the loving cuddly weekend I had hoped for but I did find out how much I love my man.

So we are home early, shame really in the end my honeys team came third. I think maybe I wish more than he does, that he had been there to get his trophy. Here are a few photos. Sorry there a bit dodgy.

My Sweet Hearts Team - Synimate.

From Left to Right: Chris, Sarah, Cayden and Adrian.

Chris doing what he does best.

Australia Day Weekend.

Well the long weekend is here. Just think of all those young couples going away for a romantic get away. Nice secluded locations, dinning out, winery tours, good sex. Yer I don't think my weekend could be any further from that. *Sigh* I am going away with 3 guys to watch'em shot stuff. Yay. Tomorrow at 6 am we leave for Albury. Chris and his team are going to play in a indoor paintball tournament. I'm going to be a supportive loving girl friend. I had hoped even though we have to share our accommodation with 2 other guys I still might be able to get a bit of us time. I don't think there is much chance of that anymore. This has just turned out to be so stressful, I was only in charge of accommodation. Poor Chris had an even worse time than I. Sitting on the couch a few nights ago Chris said to me "Do you know I could fill 2 teams with the people who have pulled out on us." To top it off his having a hard time getting there gear over there let alone us. I admire his commitment, in his shoes I would have pulled out 2 weeks ago.

So my next post won't be till Monday. On the bright side the accommodation I booked is so nice. I am really surprised actually. Albury is booked solid. Not only because of the long weekend and the paintball tournament but it turns out there is also a tennis and basketball comp on there too. Stupid me left it till the day before to book. Anyway... It has a spa, a beautiful main bedroom, breakfast is supplied. Its the one part of this weekend I am really looking forward to. Chris has promised me one day we would go on our holidays just us. I know he means it and one day I sure we will but right now its just not on the cards.

The knock at the door.

A knock at the door bought a new fate for this house, this past evening. At around 8pm an old friend of Chris's came to call. It turns out that his luck had run out and he needed a hand. The love of my life, the generous soul that he is offered up our home to yet another stray. I don't begrudge him this at all. I was one of his strays as was our other house mates. Chris took in Tim almost 3 years ago. Poor Tim was having a little trouble getting out on him own. Chris gave him a place to call his own and and a chance independent.

I ended up here through a little misfortune of my own. I had been dating Chris for a month and I was all set to go to uni. I had a place lined up in geelong, I let go of my place and then at the very last minute it fell throw. I was facing the prospect of having to move back in with my grand father. One night Chris and I were talking about the situation I found myself in, when he suggested I move in with them. At first I was just really hit for six. I had never been asked to move in with a guy let alone after only a month. He then proceeded to win me over with the luxury's this offer would afford me. Big Telly, Austar, Central Air conditioning, Wii, High Speed Broadband, him... In the end it just seemed to make sense.

So it would appear that our happy home is to get another member. It never ceases to amaze me just how generous Chris is. He would give the shirt of his back if he though it would make someones life better. If that weren't enough he lent this friend money, a phone charger, gave him our left over dinner as well as invited him back tonight for tea. He inspires me to be a better person. The more he gives the more I want to give and then when I think Ive got close. I find out he has sponsored children all over the world. His a lot like my Nana, I think thats why I love him so much.

Who said anything about being addicted.

Addictions is a strange thing. I think I read somewhere that addiction is a recurring need by an individual to engage in a specific activity, despite harmful consequences to the individual's health, mental state or social life. Hmm I may just miss that category by the skin of my teeth. Whats really interesting is that in days gone by it used to be a positive term. It used to describe one's devotion, attachment, dedication, inclination, etc. This category is possibly more me.

If in fact I was addicted it would be to Ebay. I don't drink, never felt the need to smoke, get sick to my stomach at the thought of gambling with money and an allergic to a great deal of modern medicines wonders. This addiction appears to have crept up on me. As of late last year ebay was on my list of things that scared me to death. There was even a point where I payed someone to sell something for me on ebay but that is another story in itself. What prompted this new found Passion came without warning last December. Money was tight and I wanted to get something really great for Chris. We had recently cleaned out our house and there where many things to good to give away. So I thought OK I would give it ago. Chris had been doing it for years but his account was having some problems so it had to be throw mine. Our first sale went really well but in my eagerness to research the products I was selling, I also came across the wonderful buying power that one has on ebay. I managed to get a really good deal on a universal remote for Chris for Christmas. It was just so exciting. I won it. Thats how they hook you, you know. You don't just buy something, you win the auction. I know I'm a dag but I love to watch the last 5 minutes of auctions, its just so exciting, all the bidders trying to get it. Same applies to items I sell. When there is a sale going on in our house (5 at this current moment in time), you will almost always bust me on the computer with an ebay window. I know full well that there is still 5 days to go but look how much money I have already made ($24.96).

I would have to say as a whole we have profited rather than had a loss. There is still a lot of money being recycled through ebay. Abercrombie and Fitch is my biggest down fall. Throw in some Ralph Lauren, Stella McCartney and some Sass and Bide. Thats where it all goes.

What an idea to have. I wonder did they know how successful it would be? Women shop constantly, this is just an outlet thats open 24/7. I like the surprises in the mail and I don't think I am alone. I know for a fact other Lady's shop like on ebay because we live in country towns. Where else am I going to get a Marc Jacobs bag?  Just because we live out of the metro areas doesn't mean we have to be fashion challenged. I guess its just another one of those brilliant solutions to an everyday problem.

Im a chick flick girl... so sue me!

Ok. I have a confession. Last night Chris and I decided to go out to the movies. It doesn't happen as often as we would like but when we do I really enjoy it. Well almost all the time... I hated "I am legend". Seriously by the time the dog turned, I was ready to walk. I think perhaps Chris already knew that because it was about the same time he put his arm round me and didn't let go to the end of the movie. Coincidently that was the best thing about the Movie!!! I love Wil Smith and I really enjoyed Resident Evil but this movie wasn't for me. I knew I should have picked American Gangster. Chris said something really interesting at the end. I asked did he like the movie and he said "Well its hard to really like a movie when it has an unhappy ending". I thought about this a bit more when I went to bed. I am such a sucker for a happy ending. I loved 27 Dresses and you all you Lady's out there... you know how that ends.

I would consider myself rather intelligent and there have been quite a few books that I have read that they have turned into movies years later. But I am left to wonder have I been pre conditioned my the movie industry to like a certain genre or do I like them because of me.When you think about the marketing of films which ones tend to be the more successful? I was reading the box office scores for Americas long weekend this morning. Clover Field stomped them all at 40 million. Now while this movie doesn't fall into the chick flick categories I would consider seeing it because: a) A cleverly shot trailer that I seem to catch every time I turn on the TV, b) some weeks ago Chris came home from work and said " There's this new movie coming out, I'm not sure what its about but its supposed to be really good. I think its called Clover Field.". My Reasoning behind this is of all the people I know Chris is the one that follows the movie reviews religiously. Not a week goes by without a new piece of movie trivia and quite often he is able to name at least 10 movies due for release in the near future. If its supposed to be good he knows about it. When however you compare our movie collection there is a very stark difference. In ruffly 300 dvds we have one overlap... the fantastic 4. Has clever marketing made us this way?

Is it that time already?

Today in the mail, arrived my first University Reader for the year, International Relations. I have so say I was a little surprised and excited. Uni isn't due to start again for over a month but I find myself wishing it was sooner rather than later. I feel like I have worked most of the holidays and now that work has ended I'm not so sure what to do with myself.

Chris came to get me from Mum's on Saturday. A special trip just for me. I feel very lucky and spoiled. We spent Saturday night in Moe. Chris was born there but hasn't been back in 10 years. It was really nice just to walk round as he talked about what he remembered and the old places he used to hang out. I got to know his (great) aunt Dawn and uncle Bill a lot better too. The kind of reminded me of that old television show... Mother and Son. On the way home we stopped in at Fountain Gate and I got to do what I do best. Shop. Mostly for stationary. I'm sure by now I should be to old to be excited to be going back to school.

The detox has began from my stay at Mums. Although I'm not entirely back on the weight watchers points just yet. I'm back to one coffee and day though which is good considering at Mum's it was more like 4 a day. Think Im exagerating... I found this photo of my younger sister.