i am exhausted. this morning both the boy and i had sore body parts. he was sore from playing tennis with his brother the day before. his rib cage ached, along with his knees. i was probably sore from lugging a bag of ikea products for many hours and then going to an 18 year old's birthday party which ended at dawn apparently. we barely made it home by 2:30am.

half way through the party i resorted to the confines of a bedroom where i just lay there in the darkness for a good half hour, sliding between sleep and visions of ikea stores and cash registers. my head was throbbing, but all i could think was "i shoulda picked up the stool when i had the chance". i was meant to walk back to shelves, but by the time bowb and i had explored the whole store and stopped for lunch and reassessed our purchases my arms were aching and i was in need afternoon tea. i couldn't think of adding another thing to the bag.

should i go back for the possibly useful blonde coloured stool? it would be really useful for when i crash on the couch and need tea by my side. these were the thoughts running through my spongey head last night, while some young gun barged into the bedroom and started watching rap videos on the computer before realising he was in the company of a party lewser.

people who can be complimentary and condescending at the same time sure can ruin a lovely morning.

feck!

watching beyonce's music video this morning made my 'abs' huuuuurrrrrrrt.

but this girl totally rawks!

aaah.. what a week. lots of catching up with friends... over walks around the park, slurpees on a busy street, late night movies, back to back meetings, books, shopping, pasta dinners, take-away dinners, one degustation, one cooking class, one baby shower,
... and finally a hair cut. spring is here, with hay fever no doubt.

so, after a father's day lunch at my new found little india the boy dropped me off at ikea to "do your thing", he said. the curtain debacle came out of now where. "are you ever content?" he yelled in only the way a reserved quiet guy can yell. and "we don't need curtains! ... we have some already"... huff puff stomp stomp. the only way to deal with it is to ignore it really. and make some coffee. and so he did.

it was probably this little fight that saw me have a "fight club moment" when i was pushing my cart through ikea later in the day, going round and round in circles, picking things up because they were cute and then seeing visions on the boy shaking his head. i mean how much can you really buy for a house and use? the answer is A LOT.

the boy is always content. and i secretly envy him. he doesn't seem to care that we've only had one nice quilt set since we moved in together. he doesn't seem bored with the beige. he doesn't even care that half our books are piled as high as a bookshelf on the floor. i wish i could just be content like that. we both talk about it... leaving all this material shite behind and living more simply. in the country. but i'm just a wannabe hermit... in the end i love THINGS. things like salad servers, strawberry plants, red table runners, a new quilt set. and to the boys disbelief no freakin curtains... yet!

you know you've reached a certain point when your first fight of the day is about curtains for the living room. all before a pot of coffee can be made.

is it bad that after i typed up the post below i began trawling the web for bad reviews on the lake house so i could email the links to my friend in the hope she would change her mind about the movie. it probably is, but couldn't bring myself to watch keanu reeves AND sandra bullock together for nearly three hours on a school night. they are bad enough on their own, let alone together! plus i wasn't going to waste calories on them, especially after waking up early for a swim this morning.

anyway, we have agreed to watch friends with money, which sounds even better. through this conversation with emily, it just confirmed my belief that people generally like to watch and read things to confirm their beliefs and world view, rather than challenge them. i say this because the girl has gone through hell and back in all her relationships and still believes in romance of the hallmark kind.

rain rain... go away!

i've been looking forward to tomorrow forever! finally a day off from work after a few weekends of minor madness.

i'm torn between a massive spring clean of the flat or a solo picnic out in the park or a day of shopping for new curtains. all depends on the rain i suppose.

tonight i have a hair appointment [i'm thinking about going in for the chop! - but i say that every time i get a haircut] before a movie and coffee with emily. she wants to watch that horrid sounding movie with sandra bullock while i want to watch thankyou for smoking. seeing as i'm treating her for her birthday, i may just need an extra strong coffee and a nice slice of cake.