Wednesday, 28 December 2011

Mission Impossible - wasn't bad at all

We went to the cinema and watched Mission Impossible tonight in Gold Class. Gold Class is exclusive, has lazy boy seats, hot food and waiter service at the simple push of a button...disgusting way to see a film I tell you ;)

I must say I was pleasantly surprised - didn't think it was going to be worth the extra mula for the tickets.  It helped that I went into the cinema with absolutely no expectations, none at all, if anything I had a few prejudices against short man Tommy Cruise but I came away with no complaints.  Can he stop looking like he never ages?  He's 49 (thanks Wiki) and watching him arch, jump, toss his full head of hair (I was watching the movie, honest!) you'd be forgiven for mistaking him as a young 20 year old like moi ;) 

Although I enjoyed all the characters, my favourite was Simon Pegg.  Just the way he delivers his lines, his little mannerisms HE-LA-RIOUS.  He was fantastic in titles like Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz and so cute, tiny and ginger that it makes you want to pick him up and pop him in your pocket.  The kind of toy you took to school as a kid and proudly pulled out with a "LOOK at what I have!" (Not if you were me though, because er, our toys were more like 5 stones to play aki with).

Jeremy Renner didn't do it for me like he did in Hurt Locker.  But I was thinking on the way home, suppose that's the effect his character was meant to have on me. Imagine a group of close knit friends of say the netball club and one of them brings along someone new from the chess club.  No one knows anything about this person and it's not like their worlds would cross so there would seem to be few similarities and things in common. There's bound to be a bit of awkwardness right?  Anyway he was the odd one out with a little secret of his own which only made him stand out at an odd 146 degree angle so if that was the intention of his character, I was soooo in the zone there.

The biggest part I loved was recognising one of the major locations(our current home) It was nice to watch and think to myself, hey that's where we have brunch, I've been to the top of that and yep sand storms can be a biatch...though in truth, I've never actually been in one as bad as that or with better timing - just as the baddie needs to get away from said hero of film, a blanket of gnarling sand conveniently drops in for a quick hello in time to blind and disorientate hero which leads to the baddie managing to slip out of the hero's grasp for the umpteenth time thus creating an opportunity for yet another duel session and adding another 20 minutes to the film :)  

Anyway, long and short of it is, you should go see it, it's rather enjoyable :)

Tuesday, 27 December 2011

To NYE it?

I really don't know if I can be arsed with New Years celebrations.  Penguin boy would be chomping at the bit with this kind of information - he'd probably have a party in his head - and precisely the reason he doesn't read this blog, too much ammunition for him against poor me.

Will I regret not bothering with NYE celebrations?  Or have I really reached that stage where 31st December doesn't hold any special magic for me?  I really hope it's the exhaustion and the blues over Christmas talking - I'd hate to not look forward to special dates or want to organise a shin dig with people, now that would be very sad.  Because if that's the case then it means that my personality is changing and...well, I quite like who I am...mostly (still a lot of improvement required but we'll keep that swept under the carpet for a day of DIY self improvement 101)  And if I'm changing, who am I becoming?  Or more to the point what will I be like?  I was just beginning to get comfortable in my own skin and had cultivated half grown balls to tell those who zap the positive light around me to go suck on a lemon. 

But I guess these things aren't to be rushed, I guess I have to wait a day or two and see if it's just a passing feeling or if I really am metamorphosis(ing) into some peculiar being with 2 heads, one arm, a penis and a penchant for cavier and strawberries, totally random and utterly insignificant.

I think I'm tired and the little voices in my head may just be winning, either that or my drama queen antics are right on the money and I am changing - though I hope not - I'm not so bad just the way I am, I don't think :?

Monday, 26 December 2011

Christmas Blues and Blessings

This was the first Christmas I didn't spend with family, either the boy penguin or mine.  I wasn't looking forward to it, I'm a people person I love the hustle and bustle of bodies and the chaos of trying to get everyone organised at a table that sits 6 but set for a dozen :)

We first decided to spend Christmas here in the Desert after a last minute trip to London early last month.  My sisters and little nephew were due to stay with us for a month on our return and after the last 6 months of constant travelling, visitors and event after event, it seemed the only sane thing to do.  Of course as Christmas day drew ever closer and the time for my family to return back to the islands became more imminent, the once "sane" decision became the bane of boy penguins existence.  I am very ashamed to admit that there were quite a number of hurled accusations of not being "family orientated enough" and him being a stuck in the mud and not adventurous enough to just jump on the next plane bound for London to spend Christmas with at least one side of the family.

I put my younger sisters and nephew on their flight home 5 days before Christmas day and drove home alone as boy penguin was away on a business trip.  I can't remember the trip home, I just remember standing at the bottom of the stairs and not quite being able to summon the courage to go upstairs where I would have to pass by the sea of blow up mattresses in the TV room where we'd camped their last 2 nights and other small reminders of our time together.  So I slept on the sofa bed downstairs in the study after of course sobbing my eyes out.

I still feel sad walking around the house, finding a child's sock here, half of a pair of earrings, broken shoes from a  hard night of dancing :)  When I go to make toast I expect to see the peculator on the bench and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting up the stairs but nada because Rich and I don't drink coffee.  I miss our little routine with my nephew every night when he comes to say goodnight and the boy penguin grabbing him and holding him captive pretending he has to sleep with us or tickling him until he's screaming the house down.  You underestimate the value of family, you take for granted the piece of your heart that they will always hold and which they take away with them when they leave.  Coming from such a close knit family of absolutely different personalities, there were always clashes that could rival WWII (there still are) but we always got on in the end and we were always the gang of 6 even when my father passed away.

So this Christmas as we sat down to dinner just the two us, I was reminded just how lucky I am to have my boy penguin with me.  Just how blessed we are to have each other and to be able to call one another "family"  It was quiet, it was a bit lonely but we were together, we're safe, healthy, smiling and content.  The Christmas I thought was going to be a complete disaster ended up being a bit sad, a little lonely but none the less full of love, warmth and blessings.  But I have to admit, come next year I think it would be nice to be around some family, I just have to remember in the lead up to December 2012 to have no visitors and to stop travelling so much...who knows, maybe by next Christmas we'll have a wee penguin ;)