I remember when I was 6 being given at school one of those photocopied pieces of paper "My favourite colour is _______ because __________________". Well I knew my favourite colour was red. I hadn't really thought of why before. So I put something in there that I thought was the type of thing my teacher would have wanted me to write and painted a big picture of a person and some other things, using only my favourite colour.

When I had to show my work to the class I got a bit of a funny look from my teacher.

"My favourite colour is red because it is the colour of blood."

"Is that really why?"

"Um... yes."

"Ooohhh-kaaaay. Next!"

If only Twilight had come out 15 years earlier maybe my answer would have come as less of a shock to Ms. Cooch. Then again maybe not, I was only 6 years old.

Why did I need to have a reason for liking my favourite colour anyway?

I think it's another thing that tells you about my metabolism. I don't know. But Nat's mum makes the best bean salad ever. Whenever she asks me what she should bring to something I always say bean salad. She told me last time that no one else actually eats it and so she ends up taking it home and giving it to me. That's actually fine with me because I love to eat it so much. So I was looking forward to having some leftovers after someone's potluck wedding dinner held at our church building the other week, but SHOCK HORROR! It got all eaten up! Now I guess that's what you would normally aim for when you bring a plate to share, but I was bummed!

So last Sunday she made a big bowl to have with the Sunday roast just for me. And I got to take home leftovers.

I have great in-laws. And not just because they feed me. But that is pretty great.

Mexican Spiced Tomato Soup with Quesadillas. It was great. More on that later.

This also came with my lunch...

What is it you ask? I'll tell you what it is. Free stuff from Trident foods for including a giant piece of wood in their can of chopped tomatoes. Thank you!

Do you think I'd be able to write a book about it?

I love love LOVE cheesecake.

I love chocolate.

I hate having sensitive teeth.

I hate cleaning nappies/the bathroom.

I love having the nappies/bathroom clean.

I love having Nat at home all the time.

I hate that if he's at home all the time it means he's not working (not because I actually hate it but because I know that he hates it).

I love sleeping in.

I hate losing the first 3 hours of the day.

I love being a size 10 (which has happened on rare occasions in my life).

I hate exercising (this is not one of those occasions).

I hate being sick/having a migraine.

I love being looked after and all the rest that I need to get to recover.

I love staying up after my kids have gone to bed (finally time to myself!).

I hate lacking in sleep.

I hate how sucked in I get to watching tv (if it's on, I can't really help myself but look).

I love watching tv ("my" shows anyway).

I love having stuff in our apartment fixed (it's like getting something for free since we're tenants).

I hate contacting the landlords to get something fixed (they sometimes make me feel like I'm a pain).

I love seeing photos of my family who are far away, especially my new niece.

I hate that I can't see them in person.

So I was reading through the archives of my favourite blog of late and I found a post that I'd like to share. I could just plagiarize the joke but I'd never do it justice, and that's no way to treat someone that you love. Please, click the link in lieu of reading a post of mine.

I love this girl. She is so funny.

I remembered something else that I wanted to include on this post but forgot at the time.

"My mom is the worst wingman ever." -Dallas, The Amazing Race. Totally quote-worthy.

Recently he went to bed before me by an hour or so and was asleep by the time I came to bed. When I climbed in he reached out and grabbed me and said "Oh baby, I just love you so bad!" He called it out so loudly that it woke the baby so I got up to get her and feed her before going to bed. I was laughing about it and said to Nat "You were so loud you woke Sadie" and he said "What?"

Me: "You were so loud you woke Sadie"

Nat: "What?"

Me: "You just called out 'Oh baby I love you so bad' and you yelled so loudly that you woke Sadie. Do you not remember that?"

Nat: "Oh."

By the morning he didn't remember me coming to bed at all, let alone any conversation we'd had. And he never calls me 'Baby'.

One night before we had our kids Nat got up out of bed and went to the kitchen. Our flat was very small, there were doors to the kitchen, bathroom and lounge from our bedroom, the door to the kitchen was a french door and to the lounge was a curtain. Living in this setup is a different story. Anyway, I heard him open the cupboard and the fridge. Then all of a sudden he ran to the bathroom and it sounded like he fell on the floor. He'd been a bit unwell that day, so I thought he'd had a sudden bout of nausea and ran to the toilet for that reason. So I assumed that the splat I'd heard was vomit hitting the floor, and I was really not looking forward to facing that. So I just stayed in bed. For a while. After Nat hadn't made a sound for quite some time I went to the bathroom and found him laying on the floor, and I got him to come back to bed. No spew. Thank goodness.

In the morning I found out Nat's side of the story. He thinks it was a hallucination because he remembers some of it. Maybe it was just sleepwalking. So actually it's not sleep talking, which is what I started out talking about, is it? But it's still a funny story. So Nat had wanted a drink. In the morning we found the orange juice and a glass on the bench half filled, with a little spillage. Nat said that all he remembered was wanting a drink, then hitting what he thought was the washing machine (which was in our kitchen, remember, really small flat) and falling to the floor (that was the "splat"). When he "came to" and found himself in the bathroom he didn't know what had happened so he came to bed.

So the composite of events: Nat wants a drink (this he remembers), goes to kitchen (he remembers), gets out a glass and juice (he doesn't remember), runs to the bathroom (he doesn't remember), hits the washing machine which is actually the wall of the bathroom (he remembers), and falls to the floor unconscious. Poor Nat. I felt like a bad wife for leaving him like that for so long just because I was afraid of a little spew.

The best one so far happened a couple years ago. Nat was working a contract at the time, he's a camera assistant and focus puller. The focus puller is in charge of measuring the distance the focus point of the shot is from the camera, then figuring out the focus that the camera will need to be on, and adjusting the focus during the shoot so that the right thing stays in focus as people and things move. A standard day on a film shoot lasts for 10 3/4 hours, so days and days of this become pretty all consuming and tiring. He needed his sleep. One night I wake up to Nat patting the duvet on top of me and all over the bed.

Me: "What are you looking for?"

Nat: "The tape measure"

Me: "What?"

Nat: "The tape measure!"

Me: "I don't understand"

Nat: "A TAPE... THAT MEASURES... LENGTH."

Me: "We don't have one"

Nat: "Auh!" (The sort of sound that means "She doesn't know WHAT she's talking about!" that may in some instances be accompanied by a clicking of the tongue.)

He continued to pat the bed for a bit then eventually climbed back over me and in to bed.

So funny. He never remembers a thing. When I used to sleep against the wall and the lamp was beside him, he'd fall asleep while I was reading. I used to just ask him to turn it off when I was done and he would. Even though he was asleep. And he never remembers these things! That's what makes it so funny! I try to get it out of him now too. Whenever he makes a noise or comment in the middle of the night I try as hard as I can to produce another one of these episodes by asking "Is there anything else?" It's rarely worked. I guess you can't force such experiences. But they're oh so great when they come around.

I try to tell my dreams to Nat so that I remember them better, because once I've described them to him I can recall it again and again because it's locked in. He doesn't really like listening to them because they're pretty out there, but it doesn't matter if he listens or not as long as I say it out loud.

A recurring dream that I have is that I'm back at high school. And I've lost my timetable. And I didn't memorise it. And I don't know what day it is. And I need to go to my next class. So after a moments panic I head to the music room because in 7th form I had 2 music periods and a study period so out of 6 possible allocations it was almost a 50/50 chance that I'm due at music, or else a study so it wouldn't matter if I turned up at music. And that's the dream. It's always the same! But actually another time I dreamed about high school and I was trying to drop my calculus class for another music period because I was failing anyway (true to life) but my calc teacher said I wasn't allowed to take more than two music classes so I said I'd change to English and he said "English is practically music so you can't take that either".

Another recurring theme that comes up in my dreams is that I'm trying to go out with a boy. Sometimes one I know (mostly boys I knew at high school), sometimes celebrities (last time it was Matthew Fox) and sometimes completely original figments of my imagination. So I do all these things to get his attention in my dream, and then when I finally do I realise that I'm married and think "Actually I love my husband, why am I here again?" and leave whoever it is hanging. It sounds cruel when I say it out loud.

I'm also very often a secret agent. I'm the only one who knows the secret. I have to get to wherever I'm going and disable the bomb/stop the terrorist attack. Once I was running through a tunnel that was the shape of a circle and I had to climb up, over and through hundreds and hundreds of boxes. That's what was stopping me from saving the world. Hundreds of boxes. Go figure.

Recently I had a dream where I was at high school, and I was walking to my art class with my art teacher Gordon Ramsay, who I had a crush on (in the dream). We got to the secluded "art wing" of the building and he opened the door for me to enter the art room (enough to make a girl go silly) and then to my surprise yelled "Get down!" and pushed me to the floor. He was a secret agent and there were baddies in the art room, he pushed me down so I wouldn't get shot. So anyway the baddies kidnap me to get back at Gordon Ramsay, but the thing that they don't know is that I'm a secret agent too and we actually wanted them to kidnap me so I can get in to their secret lair and steal secrets from them. Gordon had been training me secretly. So then the dream started over, I'm walking to art class with Gordon Ramsay, we get to the door, he yells "Get down" and the baddies capture me again, but this time they knew I was an agent and they were going to torture ME to steal secrets. It was actually a sequel, not a rerun. And that's where it ended. But it was pretty exciting while it lasted.

Guess what tv shows I've been watching?

You see I'm such a sucker that I always check these things out. So I always end up wasting 5-10 minutes (or longer) of my life reading about how real this deal is and all the real people who've had real results before I realise I've been had. Or I need to pay "postage". Or live in the US. Either way.

If only these offers were really free, and really real and not a scam, I would have a $5000 a month income from Google, a $1000-$5000 DAILY income from the Foreign Exchange market, free federal grants from the US government, perfect skin, whiter teeth, reach my goal weight in 6 days and be a millionaire within 12 months by working for Ebay FROM HOME. Not to mention all the foreign royalty that I would be "in" with.

My life would be perfect pretty much. If it weren't for that $4.95 postage you need to charge to my credit card.

If you want to pursue that perfect life feel free - I've included all the links. Let me know how that turns out for you.

I've been customizing it some more and there are a couple things which are not simple, which I think I need to change the html to change and I have no idea how to do that.

So can anyone help me:

-Stop the title and blog description from being upper case? It's driving me insane.

-Switch the sidebar and body text so that the sidebar is on the right.

Please? Let me know.

Oh and thanks Angela and Sherry for occasionally posting comments. You get an extra mention and link just for that.

I loved in He's Just Not That Into You:

-the girl talking after the "If he's not calling you..." screen going on about caller ID and how she's not psycho. It was just perfect.

-I totally cried a couple times. Hadn't done that in a while. That might be a lie.

In The Bachelor:

-4 of the girls talking in the bathroom together about themselves and Jason ("The Bachelor"). Two of the girls were in the bath in their togs and two were just there for company's sake. Loved it.

-One of the ladies was a mom and she called her daughter on speaker phone. All the other girls gathered around to listen and go "Awww". One of the girls was wearing a green face mask. Loved it.

-Jason not giving out the 6th rose so that only 5 girls went to Seattle. We totally didn't like the other girls so it was awesome they all got cut out.

In the Amazing Race:

-Team Dandrew left their shoes at a costume shop and then had no shoes. So funny.

-Nick and Starr won. Yay!

In Survivor Micronesia: Fans vs. Faves:

-Eric handing over personal immunity to Natalie.

-James winning viewers favourite for the second season in a row. So that's what someone looks like when they win $100,000.

-Ozzy saying that he loved Amanda at the final tribal council. They (and James) were totally my faves.

Also another movie that was good when I thought it wouldn't be:

Yes Man

Apart from a couple icky moments I really enjoyed this one. I found it really funny and watched it twice (once alone, once with Nat). I loved on the bloopers in the hospital where Carl Allen (Jim Carrey) says to Terrence Bundley (Terence Stamp) "Sorry about your head, and Terrence replies "What about my face, are you sorry about my face?" and then his "Whatever." And I loved Munchausen By Proxy. Watched all the music vids. So funny. And Fair Anush.

Loved:

1) Theo sticking his little hand out from the pram to push the crosswalk buttons and pick flowers from one particular bush. Things that have become routine on our walks.

2) The noise for the "green man" sounded at an intersection and a whole bunch of people started to cross the road, but the noise was for an adjacent road, not ours. And so when they realised they all tried to re-balance on the footpath and, I like to think, pretend that they didn't just try to cross the road.

Hated:

1) Being able to smell someone from 3 metres away. Seriously. They were in front of my pram by about a metre, so that's got to be around 3. I wonder if they knew that they really needed to have a shower and/or wash their clothes but they just couldn't at the moment for some reason? In which case I would stop judging them so much. But it's never good to smell someone from that far. Even if it's not bodily/poor hygiene odours, for example if it's perfume, from that far away it's still no good. Generally a pleasant smelling perfume from within a metre is okay with me.

2) Seeing spew on the footpath.

I have a few theories on why this is.

1) It is about dating, and that is a topic that automatically draws me in to movies, books, tv shows and apparently blogs. What girl isn't? That's what a chick flick IS isn't it?

2) It reminds me of the "Most Embarrassment" section of a teenage magazine that I can't recall the name of that I used to read when I was about 10. I felt so naughty because I was not a teen yet and it talked about such grown up things like having your period and high school. And those stories were *so* embarrassing.

3) I haven't had a bad date that I can remember! Probably mostly because I haven't been on too many... Maybe I could come up with one if I think real hard. Watch this space.

It's a burn.

We have holes in our oven mitts that we try our best to dodge, but this time I came out worse off. This was actually the worst burn that I've had in as long as I can remember, but because of my awesome bandaging skills I was out of the dressing the next day and I'm now well on my way to being healed.