I don’t really have an awful lot to say, but I have this feeling that it is going to take me a lot of words to get it down… *sigh* one of those moods has taken me.

Part of me wants to set down some roots, make a home and a settled life, something that is ours, something I can be proud of, and know it will always be there to come back to.

But part of me still wants to be this person who isn’t tied down to anything, free to pack up and move every 12 months to a new house, a new area, if not a new job. That part of me is terrified of making this huge commitment to so many people, to my beloved husband, to the banks and to the house itself, what if I am not meant to be that stable and solid? What if I am just not made that way? Ah well, something to ponder.

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We looked at some rat infested hovels on the weekend, (okay, well I didn’t actually SEE any rats, and well come to think of it, I actally quite like the little critters, but you know what I mean!), and were starting to draw the logical conclusion, that we cannot afford to buy a house that is liveable. There were renovators dreams, builders delights, and the ever popular “low maintenance yards” (I guess you can’t get much more low maintenance than a 1m x 1m square of asphalt!). There were brown and orange paisley carpets, and lounge rooms whose floor boards sunk in the middle, there was an even a house where the owners had converted the built in wardrobe to an “ensuite” with a toilet and shower, that appeared to be used to store the extra cereal boxes the owners had that wouldn’t fit in the “cozy” kitchen’s “cupboards”.

We looked at one place that fit ALL of the above, and was opposite the commission housing flats as well, how lucky could one young first home buying couple get?

We also found some real gems, and would dearly love to make an offer and find out if I am destined to be a home buyer or not, but by the time we get all our paperwork together, other people will have made offers, but now we know there are places out there that it might be possible to make a bid for one day in the hopefully not so distant future (of course both the places we like have a spa, and one of them even has a bar (I can overlook pool table green carpet in favour of a spa and a bar it seems!)).

At the moment I am researching what the known effects of living within close proximity to high voltage power lines are… so far I have found no conclusive evidence of any effects, just a whole lot of conflicting arguments from people who seem to know nothing, damn the internet is full of useless information! Does anyone reading this have any information to add on this topic? One of the houses we like has that problem, it isn’t near the actual pylon towers, but the poles down the street are pretty bloody huge!

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We watched 3 movies on Saturday night as I was in much pain (damn back) and was not in the mood for going out. We watched ‘Along Came Polly’, ‘Big Fish’ and ‘Underworld’ (yeah we thought we would pick movies from all different genres for a change).

Along Came Polly – wasn’t a bad movie, and Mark certainly laughed his little butt off at all the usual Ben Stiller humour, but I just don’t think I was in the mood, and Jennifer Aniston is so annoyingly perfect that I detest watching her for longer than a few minutes. It did have it’s good moments, but I would have preferred a less happy ending, he should have gone back to Stacey (Debra Messing will always behalf of Ned & Stacey to me) and lived miserably ever after as she cheated on him with a whole procession of pool boys, milkmen and finally, his grotesquely proportioned best friend. But that’s just me…

Big Fish – what a fantastic movie! Mark rolled his eyes rather ferociously when he saw Ewan McGregor was in it, and even more so when he realised it was only rated PG, but I convinced him, and we both thoroughly enjoyed it, even though the spooky jumping spiders personified a recurring nightmare I have. It has been a long time since I have seen a movie that could be carried purely by the strength of the characters and the story line. A movie where any special effects merely add to the movie, they don’t create it. Everyone MUST see this movie, and I haven’t said that since Lilo & Stitch!

Underworld – Was not bad, but it couldn’t compare to Blade for a great vampire movie unfortunately (although it wiped the floor with Blade II). It was a little Matrix-y (although the Selene was considerably more attractive in the black leather/latex look than Trinity!) bot not so much that you wanted to grind your teeth into the DVD until it became a splintered mess (I won’t say anything about the state of your teeth after that either!). I am glad we finally saw it, and I shall keep my breath held until the sequel (I am sure it won’t be far off, and it will probably contain as much gratuitous romance and stomach turning sappiness as Blade’s sequel).

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Hmm told you it would be a long rambling entry! But it is 4pm now, and I have some more work to finish before I can go (after SOMEONE made me an hour late to work this morning *cough cough, poke poke, point point*)

Hehe.

Tootle-pip!