Friday, October 12, 2012

You are a tourist.

"And if you feel just like a tourist in the city you were born
Then, it's time to go
And you find your destination with so many different places to call home
'Cause when you find yourself a villain,
In the story you have written
It's plain to see
That sometimes the best intentions
Are in need of redemption
Would you agree
If so, please show me"

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

"What music do you listen to?"

Henry at the Apple shop asked me this as I was paying for my new headphones. I was buying a replacement after I, rather cleverly, managed to cut straight through my last set with a pair a scissors when wrapping birthday gifts. I am not a smart woman.

Anyway his question caught me off guard and my face must have given it away as I said "Um, I don't know".  Henry says he was just making conversation in apologetic way. Becki is looking at me as if someone had let me out on day release and I was just learning to interact with society again.

At this point I realise I've got quite a hefty task on my hands to make myself seem like a normal human being. And all I can think is... What music do I listen to? My mind is blank. I tell the group that I listen to all sorts.

I'm asked what's the last thing I listened to. Oh crap. That's what I think. Pretty sure it was Justin Bieber. Telling them that would not improve this situation. Suddenly I remember I'd bought tickets to see Slow Club just the night before. I tell Henry this. He has no idea who they are. Yep, still look like an idiot.

After slowly spelling out my name for the receipt (did not help the situation), I took my purchase, thanked Henry and made a swift escape.

And that my friends is why I hate small talk.

Oh and I'm open to some new music suggestions. I'm stuck in a rut and clearly have resorted to listening to the Biebs.

hay baling.

Sophia and I went for a country walk. It involved this.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Dear Manne

I'll let you in on a secret. Keeping a blog would be so much easier if you could just read my mind.
All my best blog posts are in my head.

I currently have 8 blog posts sitting in my drafts and I have no plans to actually publish them. Half of them I don't even remember where I was going with them. I had things to tell you, thoughts to share and obviously exciting things to update you on.

In one of them I was going to tell you about a letter I wrote to myself. I used and it was e-mailed to me a year to the day after I wrote it. I had forgotten all about it so I was surprised when I slumped down on my bed after work and my phone beeped with the e-mail.

It's no secret that I crack myself up and this letter had me in hysterics as I reminisced about what was happening in my life September 2011. I told myself all about what I had been doing a year ago. I told myself what made me feel good about myself. I talked about the cross roads I was at and told myself that what ever decision I made it was the right one because of the way I made it. And I was right. I also gave myself some advice which was exactly what I needed that week I got the e-mail from my past self.

There's something quite therapeutic about it all. I love self reflection. I love to see the way I have grown. I keep a journal but, I just can't explain it, this was different. Writing a letter to your future self just seems to take it up a level.

I said 45 minutes ago that I was going to take the dogs out and go to bed.

I love procrastination.

Monday, September 3, 2012

the edge.

This is probably one of my favourite places ever.
Many happy memories.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

date night.

I love date nights with my Penelope. Especially when it involves Chinese food and Batman.

And when the ice cream looks like it's straight out of a scene of Hook, you can't really complain. 


I've been waiting to see Dark Knight Rises since it came out. And it was amazing. Now I kinda want to watch all three in a row. Anyone for a Batman marathon? 

The only downside to the night? The old couple making out like teenagers on the row in front of us. Pretty sure they were older than my parents. Disturbed. To the max.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

we heart marshall.

Once upon a time Penny and I confessed to each other that we were both a little bit in love with Marshall Eriksen.

Fortunately there were no hard feelings about us both being in love with a fictional character. And anyway, if I had to have a sister wife I'd want it to be Penny.

Upon discussion we came to the conclusion that every girl should have a Marshall in their lives. And let's face it, we were both a bit jealous of Lily.

Here are just five reasons why we all need a Marshall Eriksen in our lives.

1. The Olive Theory. You know the whole Marshall hates olives, Lily loves olives and that's what makes them such a great couple? Yeah, well, Marshall is just pretending to not like olives because Lily loves them. Basically what I'm trying to say is, I want a guy who will let me order a bowl of olives at Nandos and not expect me to share them with him.

2. He narrates his life through song. How could you not love this?

3. He cares about the environment. Someone has to and I'm not very good at recycling.

4. Marshall is apparently of Scandinavian decent. I hear all the best people are of Scandinavian decent. This can only be a good thing.

5. He makes up games. Marshgammon. Let's face it, you'd never get bored with Marshall. And every group of friends needs a games master. I made up a card game back in 2004. It was called "Marianne Orndal's Made Up Card Game". I have the rules written in my journal. Let me know if you ever want to play.

Anyone know a real life Marshall?

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