Dealing with nothingness

Her:

My darlings ,

sorry for such the late reply but it seems i have been very busy in dealing with nothingness.Yeah, you may think it is easy to stay at home do nothing at all but cook and clean and watch movies all day long, but it isn t , especially when you are in a foreign country, or better i should add a very cold foreign country in which you know nobody except you fiancee who is gone all day long at his job.

Yea , this was what kept me busy for the last month, just struggling with a housewife's duties, and believe me my dear emancipated women, this is something very far away from being  pleasant.Sometimes i just feel like i don t belong here and nothing keeps me actually here besides my love for Him.
Sure wish these boring day be gone soon and be able to write you from another location.

Come on try to undestand me, besides cleaning and cooking my only delightful activities were watching tv, but soon this lovely activity came to an end when the cable provider changed and i have to wait till another comes, and this may take weeks.Besides this i had a laptop with an external hard where i have kept all my music and my movies and this morning when i woke up, i realised that this stupid hard is also dammaged.What would a respectable women do i my place:Cry and curse all the origins of the stupid hard disk!!!!!

anyways , i promise to keep you updated with our shattered life together
:)

At least he has an excuse

Her:

Well my darlings,

As my beloved, well appreciated prince charming came up with an excuse for not enchanting you with our adventures of our life together, i personally to my greatest shame, have no excuse for not filling your days with hope and joy (of course i am overreacting, i would be happy to find out that at least one person besides us two, is reading this blog)

But anyways, it feels good to be back.After spending time far away from my significant other , i will soon arrive in the capital of our beautiful country, and in a couple of day s time i will be in the land of the old vikings: Sweeden.

I am so looking forward to getting ther, but first there are some obstacles a young princes must surpass before reaching her prince.These obstacles might normall be:carpentry reparations in the princess appartments, paining the balcony, cleaning the house, carring out cement, going to a beauty salon, dying my hair before i start looking as the evil witch, and making a short visit to the doctor.But this are standard things before meeting your prince charming.Aren't they?

Relocation, relocation, relocation...

Him:

Dear, accidentally landing on this blog and leaving immediately, reader,

I can feel your desperation as days went by and no new entry was posted to this wonderful blog to which I know that you already modified you browser home page. But, fear no more old friend cause in this cold and some how beautiful morning I found the time to push that "New Entry" magical button. Undignified as it may be, I must come with an excuse for not contributing increasing the world wide internet traffic. And the best thing that I could find to throw the guilt at is, of course, relocation. Beautiful word for the young and adventurous, leaving hell for the ... young and working class, average workaholic engineer not used yet to having he's entire house in two larger then live bags for which renting a separate plane makes perfect sense. But I know that is not very polite to keep you in such awful anticipation of finding the new location for which I'm complaining so mush. Well, dear stranger, as in using the plural may be an overstatement, my sweet new location for the upcoming  six months is ..... Sweden.

Please forgive me for not sharing with you all the crazy stuff through which I went in these days but I promise that I will me more loyal to that "New Entry" button.

Must run to work...

but above all this....

Her:

Of course, as respectable representative of the masculine sex Him had to overreact and affirm his masculinity in winning a fight against a humble, little, powerless, sweet, adorable, angelical innocent girl like me.
But above all this Him also had to add that we spent a lovely evening kissing and cuddling in our tiny bed.I love you so much baby, above all the fighting, nose bleeding and ninja moves...i truly do

Fight club

Him:

 

ok, yes, I understand, very funny, I had my ass kicked by a girl, and almost got a bloody nose, HA HA, look at the village idiot! No problem for ripping my manly-hood out of me like the guts of a soldier only dreaming of his worm home in the pitch black night of a sickeningly humid and cold front line of a loosing war. It's OK! I think I can find in Tesco two pounds of masculinity. Is practically free! 

Noooooot!

Initially I wanted to share with this world the special moment I had yesterday when I saw from my office window a couple fighting and I send a SMS to Her to tell her that I love her. To tell her that I am thankful that we don't have such problems and that I enjoy every moment with her. I wanted to write about the nice movie that we saw together in the evening.

...

But YOU had to mention the fight! Let me tell you the TRUTH! I know you can't handle the TRUTH, but pity is a vandalized word in my dictionary. Her started the fight, with a cowardly blow to my nose behind my back. I never saw it coming, as I was bringing Her milk and cookies to bed. As I was falling down on the floor I saw a small white lite in an infinite darkness and felt the smell of home bake bread. But suddenly anger poised my veins giving my the power for living, the power for revenge. And, as I was laying down, I start protecting myself from her kicks with the baseball bat to the head and raise myself to face the enemy and look inside the dark fiery eyes of the beast in front of me. Merciless I return each blow, merciless I brought down the monster and merciless I put my foot on evil chest until Her said "Uncle, Uncle, Uncleeeeee!"

The victory was sweet and the entire village welcomed me like a hero, a savior from the tyrant which she was.

...

And then we watched a movie and had milk with cookies!

PS: truth may be just a tiny little bit distorted!

Shaolin cowboys

Her:

I have always been of the opinion that inside each person lies a strong fighter, who is ready to hit back when attacked.But nevertheless i would have never suspected that our life together will be a fight for physical survival.

Yes...this is exactly what you are thinking about: we had a terrible, monstrous, bloody (i am overreacting of course) fight.Although, at the beginning my red dragon ninja style did not impress Him very much and in two seconds i was on the literally on the floor begging for mercy and trying to defend myself with the only weapon which never fails (this is spitting the partner in a grouse manner with your own saliva), in the end I, the insignificant, pitiful imperialist worm was the one who almost broke the nose of the mighty, powerful communist woodpecker.

But all in all, it was so fun to make a bit evening movement.Luv ya baby and good luck with your presentation at work today!

hitting back

Her:

After a couple of days in which my darling, beloved, wonderful, divine, significant other has taken the initiative of sharing tiny bits of our life together, i truly believe that it is time for me to hit back.

And isn't it something at which we women perform in an extraordinary manner? As this is only a rhetorical question , i 'll take the liberty of answering it my self: Yes, we are tremendously exceptional when it comes to hitting back.

But the truth is, my little Him, took all the interesting subjects away from me. Can you imagine what boring life we may have if the only interesting subjects of our life are cooking or going to an optician 50 years before we are normally supposed to? But believe us our little life together is far from being as boring as it may sound: a little fart, making horrible digestive noises after supper, tickling each other between the ribbons or at their toes (without knowing that this is a officially recognized way of killing somebody-hope you take good notice of this information Him-), are just small and funny ways of making the best of our life together.

The blind couple...

Him:

Yesterday we finally decided to take our big, lazy, sedentary but overall nice looking bottoms and go to an eye specialist to officially become four-eyed freaks and I mean this in a bad way, not in a good way...
So, as soon as I finish the torture shift a.k.a. work, we met in front of the store / medical office, and went inside with heads held high to learn the gruesome verdict. We first enter in the store, where all the frames where exposed, and in the back was a tinny, little, microscopic, matchbox wannabe, medical office. And world, I'm not kidding, it was REALLY small.

QUICK INFO: Boring life fact: apart from the tourism revenuers which made us millionaires, to make some pocket money I'm looking for bugs in future technologies and I found it funny that yesterday, technology was looking for bugs inside my eyes. geek fun moment FINISHED...


All in all, the verdict was that I need glasses for distance and Her needs glasses for reading. Now, the fun part, caused by the surplus oxygen available when coming out of the matchbox which made us tingly, joyful and all together retard like exited when it came to frames picking. Don't need to tell you that we tried like 1.098.876 frames and the store ladies where kinda rushing us as closing time was fast approaching and we did not gave any signs of deciding yet. Of course we bought the full option models with all the filters and all the stuff we really don't actually need but we like to brag with fancy words and strange abbreviations :))

Can't wait for my glasses...

Relaxing weekend...

Him:

QUICK INFO: Home Sweet Home is a 5th floor, older then time, apartment for which I am still searching for evidence that it was build prior to the entire apartment block. Furniture, pipes and floors dates from Medieval Ages and thanks to that, tourism is our main revenue.

The long awaited relaxing last weekend came with an enjoyable task of cleaning the bug infested, swamp like, kitchen of ours. The amplitude of such herculean job woke up the testosterone in me immediately by taking up on myself the responsibility of completing this mammoth and back breaking work.
I feel unconformable to brag about my bug-spray shooting abilities but I must tell you that even Clint Eastwood would be jealous for such skills. Bugs where running, I was shooting, it was an insect crawling hell in there... Don't need to tell you more about that!
After the massacre ended and every two thousand years old items where as shiny as Carbon 14 disintegration allow it to be we decided to relax ourselves while cooking a healthy pork ribs based bean dish.
Now, I do not know if it was the fatigue, the wine vapors or just the adrenaline rush but Her launch a spit eating challenge.

Her: Darling, if I spit in the food, would you eat it?
Him: Darling, of course!
Her: But, darling, is this normal?
Him: Darling, in every society, the normality standards are establish by the majority, and my sweetheart, we are the majority. So SPIT!

I can't wait for the next weekend...

Pilote Episode

Him:

Start the introduction people: I'm Him, she's Her and we're Us. We are a happily loving hating kissing fighting hugging smashing young couple with a big burden on our small shoulders: marriage in ONE year.
One would think that we are all kisses and roses in this magnificent period but we will try to show you the real life of Us all the way until the D day: 4th of September 2010.
So, welcome world to the first REALITY BLOG SHOW!