Thor.

I don't know what compelled me to see this movie. Really.
It was absolute shit.

Husband & I decided to actually do something yesterday afternoon seeing as he was awake before 1pm for once & I wasn't working. I told him I was going to choose a movie for us to see. He didn't look overly excited about that prospect however upon advising him I'd purchased us tickets to see Thor 3D his eyes lit up.

It was a toss up between 'Paul' or 'Thor'. I chose Thor for a couple of reasons. I thought Blake might prefer to see it over the other select few, Natalie Portman & Anthony Hopkins were in it & so was Chris Hemsworth, a McHotty from ex Home & Away fame. He is a good specimen of man hotness.

The hour before the movie started was a bit of a rushed mess so when we turned up to the cinema I was grumpy & hungry. I was actually grumpy because I was hungry. For those that know me well this is not a good time. So I bought a box of popcorn from the Kandy Bar which I pretty much inhaled before the movie even began while Blake sat & watched on in amazement.

For those of you that don't know the story of Thor, it goes a little something like this.......

2 brothers, Thor & Loki. Their dad is the king of Asgard. Asgard is a real choice town but their town is always threatened by the big frozen giant guys. The big frozen giant guys break the security of Asgard's really fancy entry gate just as Thor is about to be crowned king & everything goes a bit munt. Thor shape shifts to the big frozen giant peoples town with his mates & messes some shit up in retaliation for ruining his crowning ceremony. The king of frozen town gets mad at Thor's dad (they have beef from a long time ago) & Thor's dad gets mad at Thor for being an arrogant wanker thinking he can save the world. So Thor's pa (Anthony Hopkins) teleports him to earth to sort his shit out & also takes away all his magic powers including his monstrous super powered hammer.

Thor meets a chick on earth, they pash. (This relationship forms with in about 5 minutes & never really goes anywhere. Boring! And totally not real) While all this is happening Thor's brother Loki discovers that he was snatched from his crib by his 'father' when he was just a baby. He realises his father isn't really his father & that he's actually the son of the slain king of frozen giant man town. He gets pissed & starts causing major drama. His drama is so bad that after Thor has had some down time on earth & gotten over himself he has to leave earth in a real hurry to come back home & sort his brothers mess out. A bit of punchy punchy & peow poewing & it's all over. Peace is restored, everyone is happy. Except Loki dies. But he was a dick anyway.

This movie was not good at all. Except the effects. They were okay. The 3D glasses made my head hurt. I think that may have something to do with the fact that I have a giant head. The Thor character was indeed quite tidy but he kept yelling everything he said like it was a statement. I found that annoying.
I was bored & couldn't wait for it to be over. I was also really thirsty because of the popcorn frenzy & I'd kicked my drink over & it rolled down under the seats in front of me. I couldn't stop thinking about my lost drink.

I would give this movie 2 stars. 1 for hot guy, & 1 for the effects. And I am being really kind.

Apart from the fact that this movie has been rated M, if you are a boy aged 9-12 (or giant man boy) & have an adult in your company, Thor 3D is totally for you.

Bx

Hater no more

I have a phobia called gymophobia. The symptoms include sweating, cold chills & mild panic attacks when going within 200 metres of any kind of fitness centre. Also including a major dose of bad attitude. Up until just recently I have been a major gym hater.

Now gyms aren't really scary at all, it's what you have to do inside them that scares the absolute crap out of me. Exercise has never been my friend which I guess is why I now wear pants so big you could smuggle a few small refugee children in them. My other major hurdle has been self esteem. I gave myself a talking to & out of respect to my own health & well being I decided I need to get over myself.

Last year my mother in law some how managed to con me in to going to Curves gym for women.
Curves is lovely, there's no hot boys to perv at, distract me or make me feel inadequate, the workout is good & the circuit is all set up for you. The other bonus of Curves is that the whole workout only takes half an hour which fits in with my busy life. But it all ended as soon as it started.
Bibs (my ma in-law) decided to leave me to my own devices & go back to South Africa for a holiday.
She left NZ & I stopped going to Curves. I actually did want to carry on but I got bored & complacent.

My sister has been going to City Fitness for a while now & she has nothing but good things to say about it.
She is like me in the way that she knows whats shit & whats not so I take her opinion quite highly. She thinks City Fitness is great & took me along with her for a free session.

Right away I knew this was the right gym for me (most of the staff I met were South African!) & so I have signed my life away to 12 month membership at City Fitness Nelson. I have high hopes & I think that's a pretty mint way to begin. I have great support, am in control of this weight watchers bizo & I'm now going to up the anti with the exercise on my mission to take my monster size child eating pants down to a more likable one-bum-only pant size.



Proud day for me, my first gym membership.
My mum really should get a copy of this pic & frame it because this is a miracle

I always thought gym folk were self absorbed posers. Turns out they most definitely are not & it was such a shit house thing to think. This was just me being jealous & insecure because I didn't have the lady nads to think it was something I could do too. People who go to gyms & work there are actually nice, empathetic & helpful & they certainly don't make you feel like a loser. They look at you with admiration because you are doing something positive to make your life better. And I like that.

Peace out!

Bx

I remember them.

I remember as a little Brownie at the tender age of 8 having to attend the dawn parade on Anzac Day. Back then I didn't really know what it was about, it was just something I had to do cos mum made me. It was cold & usually raining, & don't forget still dark which to an 8 year old is dam scary. And there were old people, lots of old people, dressed up in their finest gears, with medals on their chest, looking really sad. In those days I couldn't quite understand why they look so sad, some of them even wept. If I had medals man I'd be stoked.

Now at 31, I know why they wear medals on their chests & look sad. For our nation & the dwindling returned serviceman from the war, it is a day to remember those that fought for our country & those that fought & perished.

The Last Post played on the french horn is something that to this day sends shivers down my spine. It was also played at my Grandad's funeral when he died. No matter where I am, if I hear it played it always stirs up emotion from deep with in me. Every year the war vets gather on Anzac Day to see less & less of their fellow war mates standing beside them for they are a dying generation.

I watched on the news last night an interview that was done with a very old war veteran. To be honest he didn't really look like he was longed for this earth  much longer. I was entranced listening to his horrific memories of his time in the war & I got quite choked up when he started weeping for his friends that never made it back. It was a long time ago to us but they re-live it in their heads like it was only yesterday.

My grandparents have all passed away but my Pop & my Grandad both fought in the war. My Grandad was a cook on a navy boat who jumped ship in New Zealand to be with my Grandmother. He would have been arrested & deported if it wasn't for my Great Grandparents hiding him on their farm in New Plymouth until it was all over. My Poppa had medals. I don't know what they were for because he died before I was old enough to learn about him & his history. If he got medals it's because he did good things. And for that I am truly proud.

Today I take some time to remember those men & women. Respect & honour are dying qualities in our society, dying alongside those war hero's. It's actually very sad. Teach your children about Anzac day when they're old enough to understand. One day in the future when the last post is played, & a wreath is laid at the war memorial sights all over NZ & Australia, there won't be anymore war vets there to see it. Just memories.

Peace & love

Bx

Where Art Thou?

I haven't been on here for a couple of months. I got caught up in life & lost my funk. My brain feels constantly tired & exhausted from my job that by the time I get home I struggle to string a sentence together. But I'm back with more things to say about nothing important.

These things have happened in my life in the last 3 months.

• Massive killer earthquakes & tsunamis. I so glad my family & friends are all ok.
• I've lost nearly 8 kilos. And I feel inspired & AWESOME. Although I hung out with my girlfriends last night & binged on junk & consequently feel like a bucket of ass today.
• I made red velvets cupcakes for the first time. They were frickin choice.
• My best friend moved away suddenly . I am sad. But I'm happy for her. Just sad for me. Dam me being so selfish. I hate that I can't see her all the time.
• My favourite band, the Foo Fighters, released a new album & it's so good
• We celebrated out first wedding anniversary
• We paid off our car. YES!!!!!
• I made sushi for the first time. I still don't like it. Blake still does.
• Made the decision to take a break from the band gigs for winter.
• Got a pay rise. Yay me!
• Blake became a NZ Citizen & also decided to forgo the pleasure of being a meat eater. WTF. I'm adjusting to this new lifestyle of his slowly. I've made it quite clear that hell will freeze over, completely melt then freeze over again before I stop eating meat. It makes me strong like bear & I just find it so so tasty. The thought of never eating a juicy big steak, roast lamb, crispy bacon or one of the colonels delicious drumsticks ever again makes me weep on the inside. Big ups to him for committing to such a feat. As his wife I've decided to try some veg recipes & support him 100% even though I think it's completely whack. Just so you know I have chucked tantrums over this wanting to be vegetarian business. As each day passes I'm getting used to it. Kind of.

Pledging his alleigence to good old NZ
I had to look real hard to see if his fingers where crossed behind his back



Doesn't he look stoked about becoming a kiwi!!
I'm smiling nicely but on the inside I was mad because my new spensive bag was broken & I was also a but concerned at the possibility of having to take care of a native plant I'm holding. I don't do folliage.

• Started & completed a beginner Yoga course which I loved.
• Gave up drinking coke zero. It makes me feel poo.
• I've started jogging. Well we call it 'wogging'. I walk a lamppost then run one. I actually look more like I'm walking fast & having a fit at the same time. There's is no way to jog elegantly. Logistics & gravity work against me a little bit but I do what I can. It gets my heart pumping & it's something Blake & I do together.
• My beloved black Havianas got slightly munted & died a terrible death when I decided it would be easy as to go hiking in Abel Tasman wearing them. FYI, wear practical shoes. Jandals are not a good idea.
• I've started spending more time with my sister Hayley. She only lives 5 mins from my house yet I was only seeing her pretty much once a fortnight. That's pretty crap really. 

Hails & me

I don't forget about the people I love. I just get too tired to make an effort. I' m moving away again early next year so I'm making it my mission to spend more time with my family before Blake & I leave, & less time being consumed by work & gigs.

I'm at work at the moment. It's raining & town is busy. It's Easter & people tend to freak out because the shops close for a day. Enjoy it I say. Save some money, get your pj's on, watch movies & eat loads of veg soup. That's what I'll be doing the rest of the weekend.

Peace & love

Bex