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The 6th marked the 4 year anniversary of Will and I’s first date. We skipped all the fanfare this year – mainly because it’s so hard to free up time nowadays, but also because we’d agreed long in advance that we’d rather spend the time we could spare watching Spider-Man on its opening day. He’s a comic book fan and I like blockbuster movies, so there you go!
I’m anything but a romantic (except for perhaps, say, covered in sauce), but I am a huge fan of the little moments.
One time I was at Will’s place cooling down with those little portion-sized cartons of chocolate milk. Of course I stupidly ended up dripping some on his sheets.
“Whoops, sorry honey I’ll clean it up.”
*Will turns and feigns anger* “What are you doing?! I don’t go around pouring chocolate milk all over your bed!”
At which point the laughter exploded in a spray of sweet, delicous chocolate, through my nose and all over his bed.
That moment will stick with me for a long time. Not just because I’d never filled my nose with chocolate milk before (or anything else that shouldn’t be in there for that matter) but because I just felt so delighted.
There are so many moments that even after I’ve forgotten what we were doing or talking about I remember the delight. You know delight, the kind of happiness that makes you shimmy your shoulders. Humans don’t often delight me, but he does.
Love, laughter and friendship, now that’s what I’m talking about. So here’s to another year!
I’m heading back to Melbourne for a holiday in June and it is required that I show up to Vicki and Mish’s joint birthday party costumed. I’m not a costume-y kinda person, but it is my humble opinion that putting on a funny hat only counts as a costume if you’re furry all over and have four legs, so if I’m going to do this I might as well do it right.
The theme of the night is “When I was young I wanted to be…” It mentions nothing about what you wanted to grow up to be, which will allow those who want to be idiots to be idiots and those who want to be shiny ballerinas to be shiny ballerinas. I on the other hand would much rather be…
The characters/people I’m considering right now are Lt. Cmdr. Data from Star Trek, Jareth the Goblin King from The Labyrinth, and Albert Einstein, who needs no introduction. Yes, I’ve always wanted to be a man with hair that makes puppies cry.
In favour of Jareth, it’s less make-up than I wear on an average day. It’d be easy to don a suit and wig for Einstein, but I don’t know how I’d age myself and really, no one’s going to recognise young Einstein.
Then there’s Data whom I love immensely, but I’d need a wig, coloured contacts, huge amounts of make-up and a Starfleet uniform. I’ve never put make-up in my ears before, do you reckon that could end badly?
After a one-and-a-half week long bout of the flu, I finally gave up and visited the doctor. He prescribed all sorts of wonderfully coloured capsules, and half a week later I’m feeling fantastic. My brain lives again!
Vicki recently asked me what I do when I’m unhappy. I assumed she meant what I do in order to cheer myself up, so I replied that I might put on some music and bop, take a hot bath, or find the nearest close friend or relative, look them in the eye and go “Blerrghh – blarrggh!” It’s amazing how much the latter can make you feel better.
Considering that’s my favourite picker-upper I guess everyone else around me is feeling much better now too.
As you may or may not know, Mel (my big sis) entered a bride competition a few months ago. Well she made the finals and it’s time to vote again! If she wins this time she gets money (she likes money) and will buy me dinner (I like dinner). Please?
The vote link is in the right hand column and opens up an e-mail, it can be sent in with or without a message. Thank you!
Edit: Since there’ve already been so many pictures of Mel and Steve, we offer you a photo of Tiger (right) and Storm (left) as kittens. It would be too cheap to say they ask you to vote for their mommy, so I… whoops.
My phone bills have been pretty high lately due to how much I text, so I went ahead and switched to a more fitting tariff plan. I figured I might as well look for a new phone as well – my Nokia 3120 served me well, but after so many drops and falls it was time for the old girl to retire.
It’s not uncommon for me to walk into a store and find absolutely nothing that I’d consider handing over cash for. Poor Mom and Will had to stand there listening to my typical product responses:
“What do you think of this?”
“I don’t know, it’s kind of ugly.”
“What about this one?”
“I’d like it if it wasn’t so horrible.”
I wouldn’t say I’m a nightmare so much as I’m blatantly honest.
I ended up choosing a Nokia 5300 in grey. I’m pleased with it so far; it’s sturdy, user-friendly, and the music player is nice since I don’t own an MP3 player. I haven’t played with it that much yet, but apparently it should prove impressive. It’s my first camera phone so I can’t rate that, but according to Momsy the picture quality’s great for a mobile.
On the downside the back cover was annoying as hell to open and the default themes were horrendous at best (save for the plain blue Nokia one, which is boring but inoffensive).
Now to start downloading Star Trek addons to turn it into a tricorder…
Since it was a massive and rather unreadable file, I split it up for him into chapters, styled the pages, and added a nice little nav bar.
It was the first time he’d seen anyone messing with code. It’s pretty easy for me to forget that it’s not something the majority of the world does and enjoys.
“Wow… Now I have so much respect for you and what you do.”
It’s nice to be appreciated.
- I can’t sleep with my ears exposed. This is what happens when you let 7-year-olds watch The X-Files.
- I once kicked a cat. We were staying with a relative in San Francisco when I was 10 and her cat was a sadist. It would purr against you and the moment you tried to pet it it would clamp its jaws down with all its might around your hand. Then it took to forgoing the purring and just biting my feet whenever it saw me. So I put on my shoes and when it attacked I kept nudging it back until it realised victory was no longer an option. Looking back I realise that it never scratched me and was probably declawed. Now I feel bad about it.
- As unreligious and unspiritual as I am, I keep an image of the Buddha in my wallet. It keeps me safe.
- Once I was in a VCD store with Will and this fart-y smell kept following us around. All these people were glancing at him suspiciously. It was me. I like how no one considered the possibility that it could’ve been the girl.
- When terrified I recite pi. Wow, that makes me sound like a loser.
Now I’m meant to tag five people, but I’m not going to because I’m scared I’ll tag someone who hates these things (hey, there’s number six for you). If you don’t mind them though, leave a little comment and I’ll tag you.
Mel’s entered a bride competition, please vote for her! She’s at the top right-hand corner.
Note: The “Vote here for” is an e-mail link, it can be sent in with just the subject or you can add some comments in the message body. Voting is open until the end of January.
When I was seven my family spent the summer travelling around Australia. We were trekking with a group through a forest-y area and came to rest by a small waterfall. While sitting in and around a pool at the top Dad started badgering Mel to get in the water. She refused, he insisted. This somehow ended up with him trying to drag her in, which in turn resulted in both of them being flung head-first over the fall.
Now I immediately started tearing up and a nice stranger tried to comfort me. “Don’t cry, look they’re fine. Everyone’s okay.” That did shut me up, but only for his benefit. I didn’t have the heart to admit I was only crying because one of them had rolled on and squashed my foot on the way over.
So vote for Mel! If not because she’s sweet and charming, then because she has the best take on how she likes her toast (”Oh I don’t want to kill it, just scare it a little”), could probably bench-press me, wrote me letters from the tooth-fairy when we were little, and has survived a trip over a waterfall (not to mention her little sister).