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tagged by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) gabrielladusult She gave me a T *Request a letter by commenting on this post. * I will give you a letter. * Think of 5 fictional characters and post their names and your comments on these characters in your LJ. Trevor the Toad - maybe it's just the overabundance of HP fans on my flist but Trevor was the first T I thought of. Not so much JKR's Trevor, who we really don't know that much about other than his fondness for going off on adventures without Neville, but the Trevor in a fic I read. He was Grandfather Longbottom who had been transfigured by Augusta into a toad for his misdeeds. Transfigured Trevor ended up at a pet store where he saw Uncle Algie and did tricks to get his attention, and his escaping from Neville was all an effort to get to McGonagall to get changed back. Tina, Hollyoaks - An annoying character from a terrible soap on here in the UK. I know it's a rubbish programme but still I watch. Tina is the doormat sister from a family of 6 kids. And she dresses like she's a housewife from the fifties. On rationing. Despite the fact that her sisters all have some dress sense (though some of their sense is 'slapper') as does their mother and their gay brother. I've been finding her super annoying lately not least because she cheated on her husband, and passed the kid off as her brother-in-law's (She was surrogating, that was legit) then when it all came out hid from everyone, cried and whined. Finally told the real father and has moved in to his place where she is trying to have a relationship with him (he is sensibly fobbing her off, because he knows that even though they have a kid together, she lied about him not being father for a year and these things need not be rushed). Oh and he's also her sisters ex-husband. And this is all in the space of a week. I know she lives in soap-world but still get a grip and stop being so wet already. Treebeard - Lord of the Rings also known as Fangorn, Head Ent of Fangorn Forest, and possibly all Middle Earth. Treebeard is just cool. He is old and gnarly, in both senses of the word and has the coolest lines, my favourite? "I always like going South; somehow, it feels like going downhill." (although I don't recall bookTreebeard saying that, only filmTreebeard) Treebeard rocks! Turk - scrubs, one of my favourite shows. JD's best friend and partner in childishness. I think of his last name being Turkleton, even though I know that's only Kelso... being obtuse? trying to be funny? Who knows why he calls him that. It's stuck in my mind. and one more.... Timulty - Ozy and Millie the ultimate in innocent little brothers. Continuously embarrassing his big brother Avery, who is in constant pursuit of coolness. Ozy and Millie is a webcomic by D.C.Simpson about two fox kits, he is zenlike and accepting she wavers between 'decrying the world and trying to bend it to her will'. Avery is their fairweather friend. They are the accepting elder siblings Tim doesn't have. Check it out. See Timulty in all his cuteness. And I'm done!
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With the plan of walking the Thames Path, Marlow to Henley, on the weekend I called my brother on Friday. He lives in London. It takes me, with good train connections, about 45 mins to get to the centre of London. On the tube it takes him about 20 mins. Despite this seeming proximity, I haven't actually seen him since March, so I thought it was about time. I invited him to walk the path with us. He declined on this basis - If we walked Saturday he would be up early and at the pub to watch the All Blacks test. If we walked Sunday, he would be sleeping off a night at the pub. The reminder of the AB's game was all I needed to decide that Sunday was definately the day to go walking on. Saturday morning I slept in a bit, Kick Off was at 8.35am, UK time. I didn't leave the house until then. Didn't matter, in my plans I had forgotten that the gym doesn't open until 9 on the weekends. My master plan was to spend the game on the cardio machines at the gym, watching it on the nifty screens mounted on top of each machine. I didn't make it in until just before half time,then had to go and grab my earphones, which I had left in the changing room, but otherwise it worked out great. I cardio'd for an hour, finishing just after Brian O'Driscoll ran inside to get warm after visibly shivering on camera under the cold NZ winter. Admittedly it had been raining heavily all game, so he was probably soaked to the bone. Then I did a full weights workout. By the time I got home about 11.30am SweetiePie was just getting up, so it worked out great for both of us. I got a workout, and he got to sleep in without me interrupting his sleep because I was bored and would he just wake up already. When we do the groceries (we walk to the store) we have a tradition of going to Subway on the way since we usually have nothing lunchy in the flat, and shopping on an empty stomach is a recipe for disaster. So it was off to Subway, then walking to the bigger store further away. It's further but the walk is pleasanter, and as my host sister would say 'Jeden gang macht schlank' or translated ' every step slims' Sunday was the walking day. We were up in time to get the 10.18 train and arrived at Marlow just before 11am, before setting off up river, following the Thames. We had a months rain in one day last week and the river was flowing very high and fast. Just as we left Marlow it had broken it's banks flooding the path. We waded through and contemplated turning back and just having a picnic if that was to be common all the way. Someone coming the other way reassured us that the path was dry so off we went. That was the only point in the whole 8.7 miles where the path was flooded, The day was gorgeous. 27 Celsius, and after a cool period the last couple of weeks it was especially nice. Not nice? The fact that in our rush to make the 10.18 train (the next wasn't for an hour) I hadn't had time to put on sunblock, and had forgotten to throw it in a bag. Luckily I had my big hat I bought in Florence, and my new sunglasses, so at least it's only my arms and not my neck and face that are red today.  I had packed a picnic, and only just enough water. We stopped at a pub for a break and I had some diet coke with ice. I loved that ice. When we arrived in Henley we stopped for a drink (diet coke again) and a snack (bowl of chips) before heading home. I am a bit sunburn sore today, I am skipping the weights and going to try a new step class, Power Step. I may not be able to swing my arms above my head, but it should still be fun.
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My boyfriend is annoying.
He always says how tired he is at the end of the day and uses as a reason not to do things at home like start dinner in a timely manner or put the washing on. (We mostly split the cooking, and he does all the laundry while I do all the dishes) When I ask him about his day he can never come up with the goods on why he is tired. It gets frustrating since I cycle to work, where he walks a short distance and takes the train. We work the same hours but I'm on my feet more, and I also go to the gym each day, come home and get straight into doing stuff be it tidying up, starting dinner or other little bits and pieces that need to be done to keep a household going. What is frustrating is that he always makes out like I do nothing at my job, admittedly I am a Doctoral student and that gives me a lot of flexibility, but I still have to do work. I don't just spend all my day on the internet like he implies. He doesn't seem to see the correlation to my helping him with his job - by putting all my dirty clothes in the laundry basket where he can find them- with my wanting him to leave the kitchen in a tidy state - stacking plates not leaving them in the sink, throwing away potato peelings, rinsing pots so the food doesn't stick horribly to them. To me they amount to the same thing, leaving things so others can do their job properly. I just get really frustrated at having to carry the load, and whenever I try to talk to him about it he ignores me, then says something like 'I don't want to talk about it any more' - he never talked about it in the first place.
Then he says I'm nagging, when all I want is for him to take his fair share of the mess we create. I certainly didn't do it on my own. Apparently asking a second time, even hours after he said he would do the thing, is nagging. Grr. Boys are so infuriating.
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In the last couple of days I have been hitting Amazon pretty hard with SparkPeople inspired shopping.
Thursday I was going to meet friends for our weekly lunch but a meeting ran way over. Later, after apologising for missing the lunch (I had told them that I probably wouldn't make it but would try), we decided to meet again the next day. In the process one mentioned that they had bought wraps, and then had some chips as well. I was thinking I couldn't have any if they did that again, not because I'm wouldn't let myself at all, but because I am absolutely terrible at eyeballing amounts and weights of food and wouldn't be able to track it properly. What did I do? I went on Amazon and found a pocket digital scale. It should arrive in a day or two.
Friday, I was wondering how to class my aerobics class, as high or low impact. I posted a message on the SparkPeople forums and reading the answers it seemed the best way to judge was via a Heart Rate Monitor. Back to Amazon I went, I looked through and made sure to get one with a Calorie counter and a decent review. I couldn't afford the one I really wanted, but the one I ordered should be fine until I can either afford a really good one, or wheedle one out of my brother.
My brother is not the type to spend money on me all the time, but he has on occasion in the past few years subsidised my exercise regime, helping me to afford better quality trainers, and paying for my shoe inserts to support my arches and enable me to exercise more.
So SparkPeople. Good for the waistline. Heavy on my pocket.
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