The Small Things

Ever have one of those days where even the bothersome things that would usually arch your brows or send steam billowing from your ears doesn't seem to phase you?
That was my Thursday.
I was granted a temporary respite from the daily grind, lured by the hubby for a day of frivolity (not that he really had to talk me into it). Massages, Sushi, shopping, and a movie, and it was really hard for me to find fault with this plan.
In fact, even as I sat in our furnace of a car, sweating profusely while hubby did a quick IT consult beforehand, I was still yet to kick up a stink. So even as we followed on with a one hour, whole body massage and the crazy lady with pointy elbows went nuts on my behind and left me slipping and sliding all over the joint when we left, I still couldn't complain.
Sushi was freaking awesome, but I suspect that had a lot to do with the fact I hadn't eaten a single carbohydrate in over seven weeks and quickly fell into a rice coma.
Hell, it didn't even matter that I bought tickets to see Hansel & Gretel, didn't check the cinema number, and then somehow managed to lose said tickets within the thirty minutes it took to walk from the sales booth to the coffee shop. (I still strongly maintain that I gave these to hubby on the premise that I would almost certainly lose them. Looks like I was right)
Anyway, with coffee in system, and hubby and I brave enough to dart suspiciously behind the ticket checking booth, we picked a cinema at random, snickering like school kids as we wondered if we'd walked into some seedy film with boom-chicka-wow-wow music.
Cue a thirty minute long session of adverts and previews, and hubby and I started to panic that there would be no time to evacuate and find our movie without missing some sort of important punchline. Thankfully, we'd chosen correctly and actually enjoyed this creepy fairy-tale retelling.
Needless to say, at the end of the day I enjoyed the small things, even those that bugged me, like a sore ass, greasy feet, and a ridiculous parking fee.
Have a good one,

Kristy :)

Blogging vs Tree Trimming vs Videos

Yes, I know, I'm late in posting my Saturday blog again. Ironically, I'm never late in life. In fact, if anything, I show up a few minutes early to occasions. I'm one of the most organised people I know - except when it comes to a Saturday. I don't know what it is about Saturdays but I take one gander at my laptop and for some mysterious reason, opt to go to the video store or invent other reasons to avoid responsibility instead.
Last night, I left you all hanging for a vampire movie with Alicia Silverstone - hold the judgement please, a movie I can't even remember, and one about a hotel in Jaipur hosting a welcoming deathbed for the elderly (that one was actually quite good).
I know, I am pathetic, but I think I might like to watch bad film and television almost as much as I love to read. And, I also love to design and decorate - another reason I missed posting my blog yesterday. Not only is the book-nook area now complete, but I put aside my previous three year state of bar-humbug and donned the Christmas spirit.

Anyway, speaking of lacking organisation, or as the case may be - lacking a pair of bifocals, you will be shocked and dismayed to learn (possibly not) that my newly purchased and erected Christmas tree is not colour coordinated! This may not be a big deal for some of you, but I come from a design background and this is likened to a decorating disaster - one of those moments where I'm certain the world will end because it doesn't match everything else.
I bought the white acrylic set-up to match my coastal look home, and even humored my hubby when he suggested buying a tub of new LED lights to match. Imagine my frustration when we got home, decorated the tree and switched them on only to discover I'd accidentally grabbed the fluorescent blue ones after hubby and I had a massive show down in Big W because I wanted white ones and he wanted coloured ones.
The magical Christmas dance with clapping hands and glee-driven cheers filled the living room - hubby having a field day persecuting me for my blatant mistake. In the end I think we both lose because we have an ugly tree. Hubby thinks it's beautiful. I think it looks like a bug zapper.
Alas, I will suck it up because it's Christmas.
I will also be first one through the door at Boxing Day sales to nab up a bunch of colour coordinated half price decorations for next year.
The blue LED lights may even mysteriously disappear ... just saying.
Happy tree trimming everyone and sorry about the late posting!

Kristy :)

Follow Friday #45

Happy Friday everyone!

Yes, it’s that time of week again where bloggers unite to participate in the Follow Friday venture. The idea behind #FF is to promote traffic to your own blog, make new friends with other like-minded bloggers and discuss new and interesting topics each week.

Participating is simple. First you need to follow my blog because I’m totally awesome, then you can follow me on Twitter @kristyberridge (actually you don’t have to do this, it’s wishful thinking), but do follow my blog or assassins will get you …

Then you must follow our illustrious hosts Rachel of http://www.parajunkee.com/ and Alison of http://www.alisoncanread.com/ If you want more details on how to enter your own blog in the follow and hop, all directions are on their webpages

Now, once you’ve followed, check out my answer to this week’s questions and don’t forget to leave a comment so I can do the right thing and follow you back!

This week's question: What book do you think would make a great Halloween movie? Please explain in graphic detail of goriness…

My Answer: I don't know about a Halloween movie, but I would love to see Stacia Kane's Downside Ghosts Series as a movie. It's creepy, confronting and sexy as hell - all the things I love in a good book ... and movie!

Pyjama Party

Ooh, I love a good pyjama party. At least, I think I do. It's been a good twenty years since I went to, or had one, but I am breaking that dry spell with one tonight. Yes I, Kristy Berridge, thirty and fabulous (just roll with it) is going to a friend's house for a sleep over birthday party.
Okay boys, pipe down. I know what you're thinking - lingerie, pillow fights, and whipped cream.
As if. 
Although I do expect whipped cream - on something totally calorie laden and cellulite inducing.
Oh yes, there will be junk food, movies, boy talk, alcohol, and dare I say it ... Nintendo Wii. It sounds like fun, doesn't it?
Admittedly, when I was kid and slumber parties came up, things were a lot simpler. Diving face first into a pile of cushions and squealing in delight with my friends as we jumped up and down on beds was about all I internalized. Now, as an adult, I'm wondering if there will be enough mattresses to sleep on? Will I have a bad back in the morning? What happens if I fart in my sleep and kill all my friends? Will I be laughed at for my seriously bad bed hair?
And then of course we come to the main dilema - dress code "Pyjamas".
I'd like to say I was cool enough that I normally sleep naked, hence my lack super-cute attire. But alas, I do not let the flesh fly free. One, I'm worried my own boobs might slap me in the face. Two, hubby tends to get what I call a little 'grabby' with it all hanging out there. And three, I'm terrified of random bugs stumbling upon my bed, crawling under my sheets and setting up camp somewhere warm and dark. So, to that end, the great expanse of my nighttime wardrobe is granny undies (for keeping out bugs and hubby), and a random, over-sized night shirt. Naturally this is sexy as hell!
*Cups ears to hear the disgruntled booing coming from the male readers not certain why they continue to read this fantasy blowing blog*
*snickers*
So, tonight I head out in deplorable style - granny undies, boxer shorts, random night shirt, and my infamous pink slippers (see here for the last time these babies went out on the town). I will rock this mis-matched outfit. I will eat until I form a second ass. I will scream like a baby if someone whips out The Exorcist to watch. But I will have fun despite myself and the inevitable midnight gas.


Kristy :)

TV vs Movies

TV vs Movies. Simple right? Naturally it has to be the movies - large screen, confectionery, and stupid-ass teenagers you can peg in the back of the head with Jaffers. There's also the long lines, toilet stalls with pee on the floor, and the dickhead behind you that won't switch off his mobile phone. Hmmm, perhaps the movies aren't all they're cracked up to be?
You see, this blog came about today because my friends and I often pay twenty dollars a pop to have these above mentioned experiences. Then naturally, we have a chat about what we've seen, what's to come, what we liked, and who we can sue for making us watch the drivel just played out on screen. But then it occurred to me that recently I've been hibernating, digging my backside into the plush cushions of my sofa and settling in for a good night of TV viewing vs going to the movies.

I mean really, what have we had to look forward to recently? Another Pixar film starring a chick with crazy hair. Ooh, wait, there's like, what, the tenth bloody Batman movie to scoff at, and for some reason, Spiderman keeps coming back to bite everyone in the ass. Did I mention that we've obviously run out of ideas so we're remaking fairy tales?
Sarcasm aside, I've decided that a night at the movies is a waste of your over-priced popcorn and partially melted milk-duds, especially in light of the fact that there are so many fantastic shows on at the moment. Sure, they might not be everyone's cup of tea, but at least there's a story line, a complexity of characters, and at least one heart throb you wish you could throw up against a wall and ... yeah ...
So, what's rocking my TV viewing lately?
1. True Blood - You just can't go past a show overflowing with vampires, werewolves, witches and a crazy amount of unnecessary sex and exploding bodies.
2. The Walking Dead - The zombie apocalypse. Need I say more? Yokels with shotguns and lots and lots of cannabalism!
3. Falling Skies - Science fiction at it's best and we know it's going to rock because it's full of spider aliens and Lego robots. Did I mention directed by Steven Spielberg?
4. Game of Thrones - Medieval magic! Oh, and it's littered with a hefty amount of sex, violence, incest and a whole lot of sword play?
Needless to say, TV is rocking my world at the moment. Let me know if you feel the same way, or better yet, that you've found another great show to sink your teeth into, or a movie worth peeling myself off the couch for.
Have a good one,

Kristy :)