Urban Princess

Many sides of a heart.

Im feeling better today. Actually for a friday I am quiet content. I have finished all my assignments and have nothing due for three weeks. My Australian Politics one was a killer. I really hate that subject, I'm never doing it again. All I have to do is pass and it's pretty safe to say if I get anything it will be just a pass. If I had got that the first time I won't have to do it again. Anyway Anthropology is next and that I am actually looking forward too. Im going to start reading the book over the weekend.

I had a nice lunch and did some yoga. The house is empty, our housemate is away for the weekend so Chris and I have the place to our selves. There is a resolution to the thousands of dollars damage we did to the car the weekend before last. Best of all its just about to rain!

Our little soap opera is has unfolded a little more and now I'm in a better mood I am move than happy with Chris. I even got a back rub, all I had to do was ask. There is something to be said for a man that looks after his mum and dad. I didn't sleep well last night and I got to thinking about some of the things he said. This never is a good idea. My decisions more often then not are based on instinct and emotion, his on logic. It is inevitable given some time I see his side. The other thing I've been thinking about is 'How is he to know how I feel if I don't tell him?'. Chris get so upset when I don't tell him what is wrong or hide stuff from him. In fact he has better communications skills than I do. Sometimes I don't want to hear what he had to say but I know that I can count on him no matter what.

Sorry I know my thoughts are a little disjointed today. Maybe we should all just look at the pretty picture.

Our prescious baby Mica.

I thought today I would tell you about baby Mica. Mica is our cat. Well actually I am not all that sure about the cat bit and if you want to get technical I guess shes actually my cat. Mica was a gift from my ex a little over 3 years ago now. We bought her from a breader in Ballarat because I wanted a purebreed. I actually had my heart set on a boy buy when we went down to have a look at the litter, I just couldnt leave mica there. She was the runt of the litter. I remember watching her try to keep up with her siblings but not get any traction on the tile floor. She was small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. When she came home she spent the first part of her life living in a dinner set box with windows. Since then however her personality trates have just go weirder and weirder.

After getting to big for her box she decided it was her god given write to sleep in my bed. On hot nights just on pillow or your head depending on what was more comfortable. She did this till I moved in with Chris and he made it clear that wasnt going to happen. Till this day however if we sleep in to long she will cry at the bedroom door and even push it open. This unfortunatly also happens when you go to the bathroom as well.

Mica is also one of the few cats I know that plays fetch. In fact better than my lab. The only problem is she wount let you stop. You throw the ball, she fetches, brings it back and then crys till you throw it again. I kid you not, Im sure she thinks shes a dog.

Mica is also an avid wresting fan. Every week in our house at least 5 hours of wresting is watched. More in there is a Pay Per View or TNA can be found. Its a pretty safe bet, that if its on the tv then Mica will be smack bang on Chris's lap. This is also her fav place when his on the computer. In fact if he didn't have to go to work they may never actually be seperated. He even has his own language he talks with her and believe me she talks back. She often gets a cuddle from him before I do. Oh yes and they both eat grated chesse from the packet.

Not your average cat. These where taken only a few minutes ago. She is on the bottom of the bed as I sit here typing. She is very pleased with herself as she has just eaten the fly shes been stalking for the past hour. Im kinda glad the fly is gone too. It was really begining to bug me.

Mica making the most of Chrismas.

and finally Mica and Chris hogging the heater.

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.

A history of blogging.

Does anyone else collect blogs? I do. Not deliberately. It just so happens, every year or so I start an new one as the old one has faded in to obscurity. For example my first blog was started when I was about 18. Only now I read back over the posts and think ' Gee, I don't remember that being all that significant at the time.' or better yet 'who?' Guess its all part of getting older, moving down further down the road and growing up. I spending the week with my family. I have a 14 year old sister that has to be the most stressed creature on earth. Its mostly boys or something a boy instigated. I look on with wonder as every day to day event gets blown up to be life altering. Was I like that? Suppose that's one thing about being the oldest... there isn't any one to remember.

The Drama Queen in all her glory. In all fairness. The two sisters either side of her age are just as bad if not worse.