A. First, recommend to me (or list your favorite):
1. A movie
2. A book, and
3. A musical artist, song, or album

B. Everyone who reads this has to ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want.

C. Then, go to your blog, copy and paste this allowing your friends to ask you anything they want!

[This was stolen from Kat, who stole it from Amy.. ]

I had not one but two!!

[b]Adventure one.. (Home and Away at Palm Beach)[/b]
Last thursday, Rach surprised me. She roused me early and got me runnin' straight away. we were dressed and on the road (not without some twiddling and prying from me as to the intended destination of the day) well before noon. Once we were in the car, Rach gave me the map and said.. "Here ya go.. see if you can find out where we're headed." Oye! So, I went at it and finally found us headin' north after we're about halfway there. After catchin up with where we were.. I had to work out where we were headin'. :| ..not as easy as it sounds. Finally Rach confessed the need for a navigator in the last leg of the trip and gave up the destination. Among the dozens of beaches in the area.. we were headed to the most difficult and treachurous destination of them all - Palm Beach. Ok, so it was maybe not so treaturous after all..

[b]Adventure two.. (Blue Mountains on a shoestring) [/b]
Rach and I hoped to take this trip since I got here, and we finally got our chance. On Monday (some holiday here) rumor had it that there was a fare free day, thanks to some protesting individuals that had a problem with late trains. It was perfect. We woke early, got ready.. and hopped on that train. We were even able to score a 3 person seat without a armrest (silly mushy peeps we are). However, the train soon became more and more filled from the continuous influx of passengers until we reached our destination.. The Blue Mountains. We walked past where James and Nerise had thier reception.. we even stopped at a suvenier shop and got a patch for Rach. I found out what a real aussie hat should look like, and I got a picture from a camera (with a dead battery) of me hugging a giant Koala bear named willy. Still not quite sure if that bear was put there to be scary or cute.. it was a little of both. After we reached the overlook.. I was stunned. It was beautiful and forboding. We walked along trails and made it to the really steep train thing.. then took a quick $14 ride down a hill. We coulda hopped in for free that day, I'm sure... they didn't even give us a ticket for the ride. Once we got down to the bottom, we walked for a bit until we saw a map and realized how far we would have to walk that way to get back. We turned around and sat on a nearby rock. As people made the same mistake we did and walked by.. we asessed who would return, and who would take up the challenge. People with cameras seemed to be the less couragous. After that game, we stared up the hundred thousand million step staircase.. on which we saw a fella I thought looked harmless enough to challenge Rach to pass. She took the challenge and the next thing I know, we're playing leapfrog with this stranger and feeling right puffed. We finally made it up, and just behind the stranger because I had to look at some rock formation or rain forest plaquard. Woe is we. But we survived.. and were on our way home. On our way back.. we probably stopped in every bakery shop on that street. At the last one, we chose some lovely pastries to gobble for the trip home. It was getting cold.. even for me. We waited on the platform, and Rachael stole a bit of my patsty. Just the pastry part tho, because it was a sausage roll. A really good one too. And that was it.. we made our way home and counted our expenses.. for Blue Mountains on a shoestring.

I'm spendin' some time I should be using to pack while my oncoming bro-in-law finishes his taxes online. Taxes online? :| ...oh, yea.. he's aussie.

I was flippin' thru tblog profiles and seein' who had who listed.. saw one dude that said he was from middle earth.. I'd heard that before.. quite often it seems.. then it finally clicked. NZ! that's middle earth.. where lord of the rings was filmed. And then I felt duh. Sometimes things evade me.

One week before I fly. I'm scared to death.
I am so anxious to just be there, but I know as soon as I am.. my life here (KS) will seem to vanish. I'm already fading away it seems, and feeling as though I'm drifting someplace in between. And right now, the only connection keeping me grounded is my Rach. She's silent right now. She's as anxious as I am.. I'm sure of it.

I love my Rach, but I never feel like I can tell her enough. I know that she knows it.. but I don't know that she is completely aware of what she means to me. She is strong, but I love her when she's weak too. She's proud, but I love her humble too. She knows she's beautiful, but I love her when she feels undone too. She's extraordinary, but I love her when she's ordinary too.

was thinkin' of somethin' else too.. will try and blog it next..

I missed my reunion today.. was gonna be my 10 year reunion with my "graduating class," but I didn't go. I think I was nervous to go anyway. I never really knew my graduat ing class at Halstead very well.. after all, I grew up in Newton most of my life. Plus when I was goin' to school there at Halstead, I rarely hung out with peeps my own age. Not sure why.

I can't believe how soon before my world turns rightside up again. Dad and I have been passin' information back and forth about peeps on the flipside, learnin' all we can.. I think he's prolly nervous for me. Prolly just as much excited too. Oddly though.. my directoins still won't turn around.. I keep imaginin' OZ south of those kiwis, prolly 'cause I always think of north as cooler here.

I was demonstrating accents to my dad today.. we'd just finished up the siding repairs we did today, and I nursed my scratch that mom insisted would get infected and my arm would fall off if I didn't put iodine or something.. and she never saw it, I just mentioned that it stung until I washed it and she started to worry. Mom worries because she cares about her son (me).. anycase... we were sitting outside and I was tryin' to tallk an aussie accent among others and we were talkin' about how it'll prolly be hard for me to talk... like we talk here... over there. I mentioned about how bad I am at pickin' up accents without thinkin' about it. Like if I go south I start to drawl, and I head north and find myself sayin' beg. I think I'm worse witht he southern accents though. They're so lazy and full of character. Sometimes I think of Aussie as southern brit.. I know that's not a very popular thing to say.. but I dont' mean it as an insult. I only think that way because it's a very laid back accent. Maybe that all has to do with climate.. and before you flame, I know all aussie is not the same.. Sydney's accent's diff from Melb's. Yea.. I'm too hung up on the whole thing right now anyway.. just somethin' to blabber about isn't it?

I think I'm just tryin' not to get carried away with details of departure and arrival and stuffs since my mind is jam packed with that stuffs right now. Goin' thru the wierdness of sayin' g'bye to everyone for 6mo. I needa measure my bags because I'm thinkin' wierd worries about not gettin' my stuffs on right. I just wanna a magical scale that I can toss stuffs in and it goes, yep.. that's alright.. oh, no.. that's horrid, you won't want that.. uh-oh best leave that.. they might think you a terrorist for havin a hand razor, better bring your electric.. and give me ideas like.. you gonna needa plug that in when ur there. Maybe I'll run it all thru my folks.. that might help. Tho it would be better to have an authority, or a machine that doesn't make surprise mistakes. (tho machines often do, they just don't like to admit it.)

I've got a bugger lot to say.. but it's 1:20am.. I don't know what it is about me writin late at night.. but I think it has to do with the silence and tryin' to get my last thoughts out before I leave them packed away in my slumber's tiny scattered giftboxes. Knowin' full well that the only way to recount these little nuggets is to dig thru miles and miles of tissue paper. Somethin' about night and aobut fog that makes my world shrink to the confines of my thoughts. The world's a big place, and full of distractions.. and fog is a nice place to reside for a mind with so many escher-like patterns of thought. One step at a time on this timeless staircase, one fading to the next.. and the end of what I know is my favorite beginning.

Sleepy rambles.. I'm gonna enjoy those in the morning if they make any sense. 'Tis also the danger of late night writing.
I must be off.. g'night.

I lovecha so deep behind our eyelids, luv.. until day they're opened again to each other us, we do slumber and we do dream.. until then soon, we awaken to fulfill the dream again.. again in it's beautiful reality.
So very sooner. -len