Urban Princess

Definatly Maybe, something nice.

I forgot to tell you all about Monday. In the scheme of things I don't think I know all that much about relationships. All I seem to remember from the last one is it always being so hard... This one is very different. It is very easy to live and get along with Chris but on top of that Chris and I go through what is known as "Good Weeks". Really this just means that we have a group of days where we seem to be completely in tune with one another and the romantic sentiments come thick and fast. I don't really know what causes them but I'm not complaining. So coming of my valiant effort from Sundays paint ball tournament things were beginning to settle down in to our weekly routine. We had been have a good week for a couple of days prior but Monday is always a bit dicey as there is often a lot to be done. So we went into town and ran our errands. Did the grocery shopping and came home. I made chocolate spiders as Chris had never had them before and then we both just collapsed on the couch.

Chris: "Have you finished in the Kitchen?"

Me: "Yeah, for now."

Chris: "You really want to see that Defiantly Maybe movie don't you?"

Me: "Yes, well I was planning on going this week while you were at work."

Chris: "Starts in 15minutes, want to go?"

Me: "Hell Yes but you don't like those kind of movies. I doubt you are going to enjoy it."

Chris: "Just go put your shoes on."

Now I know that doesn't sound overly romantic but to me it meant everything. We never go to the movies during the day. When we do go to the movies its usually a mutually agreed movie that we will both enjoy. So this was something special. I asked him on the walk to the cinema why he was doing this...

"I just wanted to do something nice."

A busy week.

Ironicly I did end up getting everything on the list done exsept for my history stuff. Good thing semester hasnt started yet. This past week has just been flat out. With Uni starting next Monday its a race against the clock to make sure Im ready. Both Chris and I have had a cold making as misrable and sooky. Chris stared in a news segment from the paintball tournement that has just gone by. His team actually did really well, they got a 2nd in Division one. It was the best Id seen him play in awhile. I think it might have had something to do with the revamped team. Here are a couple of photos.

My man getting ready to take the field.

Game plan discussion prior to the start.

ULTimate kicking but on field.

All in all it was a good tournement. I had resevations about going as I used to play a more active role in the lead up to one of these but I have to say I really enjoyed having time to watch Chris play. Its been so long since I even got to see him play a game let alone a days play. Im not the greatest girlfriend in the world but I think just being there with him and cheering him on for a change bought me on a little closer.

Weekend to do list.

As previously stated I often read a lot of blogs after I write mine. Yesterday I stumbled on to one that I found to be intresting: Mum to screaming masses. Chris and I dont have children but hopfully one day that will change. For now though we have plenty of 'disposable time'. So when she set the challange for publish a weekend list, I jumped at the chance as well weekends are very unproductive in this house. So here is my weekend to do list... (Keep in mind that its already Sunday here but we have monday off too.)

• Update Blog with to do list.
• Finish review of chapter 1 in history study guide
• Read One world divisible p. 21-36 & 42-46
• Read On sources of soviet conduct 1947
• Read Novikov's Report on post war American Policy, 1946
• Read The Cold war goes global.
• Clean out kitty litter.
• Do the grosery shopping for the week.
• Wash sheets.
• Set up Mystar for till Wednesday.
• Get a swim in somewhere.
• Cuddle and a movie with Chris.
• Write my gratitude list.
• Organise ebay payment.
• Sort out blue book of motivation.
• Keep on top of the dishes.
• Fill out diary for the week.
• Review course outlines when uploaded tomorrow.
• Restart my point counting for weight watchers.

As you can see Ive got really far... I will fill you in again tomorrow with how much I actually got done.

Opps I forgot to tell you about Valentines day.

I had a really good Valentines day this year. I got so caught up in my post yesterday that it slipped my mind. It only occurred to me this morning when I was reading over everybody else's blogs. Anyway, Valentines day started earlier this week when I asked Chris what he would like... he claims to be joking but his response was " A clean house". So the day prior to Valentines day I spent close to 5 hours scrubbing windows and showers, mopping, vacuuming etc. I'm really not a big fan of spending money for V'day so this kind of made me happy.

I also wanted to make a special breakfast for him but I'm really not a morning person. So at 7pm the night before I decided to make scones, most of my baking doesn't turn out that great. I still have terrible flash backs of his birthday cake (Martha Stewart gets me in trouble every time). This time however I did OK. They were edible. Valentines day, I even got out of bed to have breakfast with him and sent him off to work with a little box of hand made chocolates. Yer I know what you thinking, no I didn't make them, apparently Jessica Walker did or so the box said. Didn't cost me that much.

During the day I finished off his card. I started it last month while I was at mums. I was making for the shop for her to display but I liked it so much mum let me keep it. Ironically enough my order from blue barazz arrived in the post on V'day. They are currently having a huge sale of scrapbooking supply's so I had ordered a whole lot of stuffing going cheap. In the box there where some v'day stickers and some nice mocha paper that I ended up using to line the card. Here is the finished product.

 

Its very plain but I kind of like it that way. The sticker I used to hide the brads on the inside reads:

I think you're really precious and cute! In a studly, manly kind of way, of course.

I'm really proud of it. I gave it to him when he got home and I got a big cuddle. He asked did I want to go out to tea. He even offered to take me to my favorite Mexican restaurant but I settled for take away from there instead. As for me I got a new Dvd for Valentines day. Chris bought me Stardust. I love that movie so much. Deniro makes such a good gay pirate. We cuddled up on the love sac to watch it, then went to bed. And that pretty much concludes my Valentines day.

The Return.

So I haven't been blogging at all this week. Its not because I don't love you all. Its has more to do with a complaint from my partner. I was accused of spending to much time on the computer and rightly so as it would seen that this is exactly where my life exists. Every morning when I get up the first thing I do is turn the computer on... lol... its not like its out of my way, its less than 3 feet from the bed. I go to the bathroom. Groan at the sight of yet another pimple do my business and wash my hands and face, then off to the kitchen. It is there, I make coffee and bowl of fruit and head back to the bedroom. I sit with my coffee and systematical check my emails. Mostly just but sometimes there is one from my best friend or my life coach. Followed by my University Emails, mostly dull but important all the same. Check my hits over night on the blog, then sit back and read whats going on in the rest of the blogging world. Once the bottom of the coffee mug is in sight, its time for work. So this means a quick look at ebay and back to my university site.

As I study by correspondence everything is on-line. All my lectures come throw as pod casts, all readings are found in ejournals, all discussions take place on msn or message boards. This alone can account for approximately 4 hours worth of my day. Tack on another 2 if I'm actually working on an assignment.On top of that, have I ever mentioned that Chris is a web designer? This means when his not at home his at work and on-line. Any time of the day he is there for a chat. I think sometimes we chat more on-line than we do face to face. Which is kind of fitting since we actually met on-line. Yes we are one of those infamous couples that the Internet produced.

I long ago evolved past a cell phone and TV on TV has to many adds. My computer is my life. Wow that looks so sad in type. No wonder my eyes have nearly had it. I remember years ago when Japan had the phenomena of teenagers living there whole lives in there rooms and becoming reculeses from society. I might have been 14 or so. I remember thinking how can they live without there friends? Now I know. There is no one that doesn't live on in these four walls that I associate with in this town. My best friend is a single mum and has a hard time finding an hour to talk on the phone. We write there for we get round to it when we have the time. Society as we know it had changed forever. Social relationships don't play by the same rules anymore. Take twitter as an example. I know where and what my friends are doing when ever they post. Same goes for me. No phone call required.

The week away from the computer has been different. Don't get me wrong its not like its been unplugged. I still checked emails but I haven't really spent more than an hour a day. For one I cleaned the house from top to bottom. Domestic Goddess here I come...*cough, cough*. I also scrapbooked. Photos to come in following days. I went for a swim, went throw my printed study guides and shock horror read part of a book. Best I can explain it... Its like pieces of the Internet on paper without the 'find word' feature. It just didn't feel right though. I really did end up feeling isolated in this house.

Strange goings on in the middle of the night

No Im not talking about that. Have I ever written about that in the past 2 months... no. I am not about to start. If however our house mate ever gets any I will anounce it from the roof tops. In the entire time I have lived here (1 year) he has never bought a girl home. Chris says it hasnt happend in the entire time Tim has lived here (3 and a half years). I cant even imagen that. After thought, Anyone wishing to hook up with Timmy please email and I shall pass it on, be advided likely to be publisised on this blog.

This is about my own adventure however. Seriously if anyone eles has these same sort of problems please post because I am so way out of my league on this one. I wake up several times a night to go the the loo. Have for as long as I can remember. There used to be a time when I would cross my grand mother in the hall and we would go for a hot chocolate in the kitchen at 3 am... hmm there may be the start of it right there. Anyway the one thing I have learned is that if I dont turn on any lights I dont wake anyone and I fall back to sleep quicker. In the morning I can tell you how many times I woke up and went to the loo and anything intresting that happend on the way.

Last night was a pertcually strange night. I had been freezing all day. My toes where so cold. So at bed time I went to bed with 2 sets of PJs and my bonds fluffy bootys. I even tied my bootys on so that they wouldnt twist round and hurt my ankle. So at midnight we went to bed. I woke up at 3 and got out of bed to do my toliet run. By the time I had reached the kichen floor I had relised something wasnt right. Proceeded to the bathroom where I was intending to go about buisness and hadnt one of the boys left the toilet seat up? God dam it that shits me to much. Yes I fell in. At 3 am there is nothing you can do but laugh. I did by the way but I cringe to think what the sight may have looked like if the lights were on. Moving on with the story before I lose the few readers I have. Crossing back over the lino kitchen floor, I figured it out. I didnt have my bootys on anymore. That was a little strange but I figured I must have just go hot and kicked them off in my sleep. Climbed back into bed.

5.30 get up again. Walk to the bathroom. Toilet seat down this time. Gosh its cold out here. Somethings still wrong. Climb back into bed.

8.30 this morning I get up to find my bootys my pj pants and long sleave top folded near the head of my bed. I have absoulutly no recollection of either taking of the bootys or stripping down to my singlet and boxers. There isnt a chance in hell I could have kicked the bootys off to be there. Its just beyond me. Chris has never said anything about me doing strange things in the middle of the night and if I do how do I channel it to clean the house?

Ohhh thats not good.

You just know its going to be a bad day when you wake up and there is a spider above the bed. We arnt talking a small spider either. If that weren't bad enough when you open there curtain there are 4 sheep's ass's to greet you.

Yeah, see you thought I was kidding, I really am not! Its about this point you think about going back to bed before you remember the spider. Yes I am not having a particularly good day.

This rant however is based on a specific part of my day. I live in a town of 10 000 people. In the last couple of months however I have noticed it getting more cosmopolitan. I have to say I really like this as I'm a city girl at heart. This weekend however I want to be anywhere but here. Echuca sits right on the boarder between Victoria and New South Wales. What separates these states is the Murray river. Its nice and peaceful and for the most part the tourists just hire house boats and hang out at the cafes by the water. Not this weekend. This Weekend is the Southern 80, Australia's biggest water ski race. I know it brings tourism into the town but at what cost. The people who are attracted to this event tend to drink a lot and behave rather badly. For example last year we had a visitor killed as a result of horse play with fire works. As I walked around town this morning trying to do my errands I came across some rather interesting signs that would suggest I'm not the only one that feels this way. Issued by the police it states that if you are caught with open alcohol in the CBD you will suffer the $200 dollar penalty. To little to late for my friend who last year had a spoiled rich kid run his Mercedes up the back of my friends car. Its not only that, that ticks me off. I had to wait 20 minutes at the grocery store just to buy my milk. McDonald's is a mad house. Oh and don't even think about getting hurt or sick. Any other time of the year you can walk into the emergency department and be seen straight away. Southern 80 weekend you are looking at ruffly 3 hours at the earliest. Now that exactly is that saying about the intelligence of these people? They drink in excess and do damage to store fronts. How on earth can this be good for the town?

Abs to Envy.

Today is the first day in awhile where I haven't been in a great deal of pain thanks to the back spasms. Last couple of days Ive been trying to do my yoga even if it kills me and I suspect that, that may very well have helped. Today I felt well enough however to do another workout dvd. I'm not exactly sure what persest me to buy it and I its not that I don't like it. I just don't think I understand the principle behind it. Its called the Envy Girls. Its produced (surprise, surprise) Carmen Electra. I like the fact the it has a countdown timer at the side of the screen so you know how many reps you have to do. I love the scenery and it doesn't have the cheap feel of other workout Dvds. But here is my problem... The 4 girls who conduct the workout look like they belong in playboy, eh if they haven't actually come from there. It appears to me that well hey they are just working out due to boredom as it quiet clear they don't physically need it. There is also the small issue of there attire. I get that the first ones on the beach but how many people seriously do you see working out in a bikini? You I just cant seem to figure out if this is designed to motivate me into action or shame in to action? I'm not even sure it does any of those effectively most the time I just stare at the counter. It is suspiciously like the program that airs on fox8 on Saturday nights around about 11pm. I ask you who in their right mind works out at 11 at night. Yes... you and I both know... NOBODY. So why does this program air? Ask any man thats seen it. What has the world come too. If however this dvd yields results you will be the first to know about my "Abs of Envy". In the mean time however I think I will just hide it from our house mate.

The death of Romance.

Or is it? The couple of posts seem to have been really doom and gloom so I thought today I would try to write a happier post. So rather than write about what I'm studying today (more atrocity's in history) I thought I would write about my study break. Sitting down with my cup of tea and scrolling through the mystar (Australian tivo) and I came across one of my favorite episodes of The Gilmore Girls. Its called a-tisket a-tisket. Essentially its about the stars hollow annual picnic basket action. The girls make a baskets and the guys get to bid on them. After bidding you get to have a picnic with the person who make the basket lunch. I just think its so romantic. It got me thinking about how in this day and age its nearly extinct. If anything we give just one day a year to it. Valentines day, which of course is just around the corner. But think about all those people that don't have someone. Having been there myself I know that its just another day. So this year I resolve to send someone single a Valentines card, just to let them know that they do mean something.

As for my own Valentines day. Well maybe our house is where romance comes to die. Don't get me wrong I love Chris very much, he is just a little to practical for romance. He does try though. Last year I got 12 pink roses. I think perhaps its my fault too. I am very against commercialism on valentines day and I make sure the world knows it. Last year I made the card from scratch and I know it doesn't sound like much but if you knew how creatively challenged I am you'd understand that it was a huge effort. Other than that I could count our romantic times on one hand. Our first date... long story and believe me its a post in itself, Six month anniversary, My Birthday and our one year anniversary and I'm sworn to secrecy as to what that is but suffice to say it made me cry. Actually if my memory is correct I talked him out of taking me some where nice that night because we where so short on money. Maybe I killed romance in our relationship? I do want what I read in my books but is it practical? Chris and I wanted to go to the movies this week but its been put off twice because we have just been to tired. Dinning out in this house is considered McDonald's on Friday. We have never gone away for the weekend let alone a picnic. Jewelery is un heard off.

Here is the thing though. I was in my last relationship for 4 years and it was very romantic. I got to many great weekends and holidays. I remember making out in the rain and coming home to candle lit dinners. Oh and how could I forget the just for you play-lists that would turn up on my ipod. My favorite flowers when I was sick or just got home from uni or even just to surprise me. Actually the surprises where the best part there where lots of them. My ex wasn't a good boyfriend though. He wasn't a good provider in any sense of the word and it was a safer bet that he wouldn't he there if I needed him. His life, his studies, his career and his family always came before mine. Chris is the opposite in every way and as much as I would love all those things I had last time round they arnt nearly worth all I have now.

Weight Watchers and World Wars.

Lucked out people, I remembered so I shall try to keep it short and sweet. Yes it is very possible to fail weight watchers. Its actually alot easier than you think. I started new years day... at about 105 kg.  First week I did really well and had a loss of 3.6 kg. Eh and then I just sort of feel of the wagon. I went to mums and that didn't sort of fit into my routine. I didn't have my gym, pool or pantry so I just gave up. Then when I got home I didn't seem to have the motivation I had before. Motivation is a funny thing, it seems to come and go of its own free will. I guess I didn't fail completely. I only put back on 1.5 kg and I'm trying hard this week to stick to my point. I even went for a swim this morning. Early January I was doing around 20 laps. With the back spasms I'm back to 5. Its been over a week since they got really bad and I had hoped they would just go away. Hasn't happened, Ive just learned not to complain about them.

Speaking of previous posts, I have a couple of up dates. Chris did eventually forgive me, god know why. I'm the biggest pain in the arse. He was even sweet enough to cook tea last night. Karma came back to get me of the "stuff" post, day after I wrote it my laptop screen blew. Not looking forward to having to replace it and it was my favorite computer :( Uni me has been kickin butt, Ive done the first whole unit of "The world since 1945" on the down side after finishing my reading last night in bed, I spent the whole night dreaming about the Atom bombs dropped on Japan. Actually I would like to elaborate on this topic a little but please understand it really isn't my intention to offend anyone.

Prior to last week I could have told you unequivocally that dropping the bombs on Japan was the wrong thing to do. That pretty much is the standard taught at school. Last night however I was reading a ground soldier turned historians account. Did you know that ever week the allies where suffering 7000 casualties a week. If in fact the bombs hadn't been dropped and a full invasion had of happened. Chances are there would have been just as many deaths if not more, depending on how long it went on. Another interesting thing is the bombs wernt entirely without warning, apparently days before America dropped thousands of fliers suggesting they evacuate the city as they had intentions of level it. He also makes two other very profound points. The first being most historian who now write how wrong it was to drop the bomb have never seen the front lines of war. Let alone the lack or well how do I put this... Japan's human rights violations?!? The second is that historians have a nasty habit of 'cleaning up' the past. Fitting it into nice little time periods with the gift of  hindsight. Now I am not saying that the bombs should or for that matter shouldn't have been dropped I have simply come to the conclusion that maybe history really isn't as clear cut as its made out to be. They say pictures are worth a thousand words. I am 23 and there are certain images that will stick with me till the day I die. The photos of the mushroom clouds are one. The napalmed little girl in Vietnam is the other. I think most of all it bothers me that we can do this to one another. Regardless of religion or race every human has the same right to life. No human is more or less valuable than another. Collateral damage is bull shit. That was someones son, brother, mother, etc. Stereo typical and righteous I know and by the hand of god I hope I never do have to be in a situation where I might have to reconsider. Hmm I feel better now having that off my chest.