U2 !!!!

Urban Hunk rode the Thumper (sexy sports motorbike) out to the Stadium.  We cut out one hour of traffic as we weaved our way through to the concert.  I love getting on the back of that bike, there is some thing free and in the moment about it.  Anyway, I digress so I'll have to write about the Thumper another time.

We arrived in time to grab some food and watch JayZ perform.  I didn't realise they sold sushi now at the Stadium so opted for the healthy option as opposed to the usual hot dog, hamburger or meatpie, which are definitely more football foods than concert food.  Watching JayZ perform, I realised that his music is not for me.  This harsh rap music made me feel old, especially as I dined on my sushi watching.  It's a shame Beyonce didn't make an appearance with him, now that would've been awesome.

I'm probably the only person in the world that has not listened to much of U2's music.  I know their hits and most played songs but I'm guilty of not having any of their CDs.

As the sun went down the Stadium was not filled to capacity.  Jayz waved farewell and then every one waited with anticipation for U2.  There was this simmering energy amongst the crowd as all eyes were forward watching the stage.  Then the first cords sounded from a U2 hit and the crowd erupted, it was incredible.  Every one was on their feet, singing, cheering, it was amazing.  It was surreal. 

Bono has such a presence about him.  Its like the music come through him, he is the music, its hard to describe but its uplifting and inspiring.

We stood the whole night, dancing, swaying, clapping and singing.  It was an amazing night and so grateful I was part of it. 

Weekend exploring

We find so many hidden places that are so serene and beautiful on our weekends exploring.  Urban Hunk will just drive with no particular destination in mind.  

I enjoy the drive, we chat easily about every thing and any thing.  We'll often grab the Sunday papers for a slow and lazy lunch later in the day.  And I always snap this type of picture (see below).  Once I was busted and all he could do was roll his eyes at me.  Who cares, its a great view, I'm not dead you know!

New Respect

I grew up in a family that followed Rugby League.  Men were men, they watched the footie, had a beer and yelled at the Referee if he penalised their team.  The entire family followed the Tigers.  One year I had a crush on a Parramatta player and decided I'd go for Parra.  Well, I was the family outcast, they promptly named me a turncoat.  It was quite funny.

 

Soccer was not really played around our area and soccer players were always seen as 'girls' when they'd fake a fall and grab their leg.  I don't really understand the rules of soccer and never really watched too much of a game if it was on tv.

 

On a warm, balmy night the Socceroo's were playing Portugal in Sydney.  On the spare of the moment we decided to watch the game.  The County Boy is more the Urban Hunk now and a legend soccer player so it was decided we'd go watch the game.  It was so last minute I was hoping we'd get seats where we could atleast see the numbers on the players back.  Harry Kewell was playing!  Plus there was some media coverage on Mark Schwarzer so I was inspired to watch him in action to.

 

There were so many people all trying to converge through narrow doors down the their seats.  I stayed tucked behind Urban Hunk as he led me through the crowds to our seats.  Wow.  Right in front, in the middle of the field!  Awesome!

 

The game went so fast, the pace no stop, it was fantastic.  I have a new found respect for soccer players.  I think this pleased Urban Hunk who I used to tease about the soccer fake falls.   I had so much fun, it was great to watch live.  And I got my pictures of Harry Kewell in action. 

 

 

Is that a Possum!!?!

Out to the country.  Fresh air fills my lungs and I can't stop yawning.  There are no street lights or footpaths.  I've not been in the true country before, out in to the wilderness, to the edge of the mountains and where every insect, wild rabbit, swooping birds and bush wallaby live.  The landscape is mesmerizing and its so quiet.

We drive along the winding road, lazy corners lull me in to calm, zen state.  Only a few hours on the road and I already feel completely relaxed then I spot some thing sticking out of the tall grass,  "Oh look, is that a dead cow?"   We drive closer to the four white legs sticking up.  Another lazy bend in the road and we're upon the legs.

Country Boy looks over at me, "no, that would be a table upside down."

ooops, I think to myself.  I turn a brilliant shade of red, my cheeks burn.  "hmm, don't have my glasses with me," I mumble.  I didn't want to ask any of the million questions flying through my head after that so I leaned back with a yawn to enjoy the ride.

The trees change as we leave the farms behind and hit the dirt road.  The cabin is large and has a fire place, not the gas ones I know but real wood logs in an open fire.  I keep yawing again sucking in the fresh air.  I think I could sleep for a year up here.

I unpack the groceries as Country Boy collects wood.  Its such a manly thing to do.  I watch and admire him as he works.  Thankfully he knows what he doing.  I yawn again watching his swagger.  He's so industrious preparing the cabin for our stay.  My mind wanders off to naughty thoughts.  When did I become such a perve?  As I boil water for some tea I hear a rustling of the plastic bag from behind me.  I let out an almighty scream and spin around.  I'm not good with insects or wild animals, either small or large.  I like to respect them and keep a big distance between us.  My heart is pounding in my chest as I look at the cellophane bread bag unwrapping. I let out a sigh, phew, saved by the bread.

Country Boy comes quick, "you okay?"

"Sure," I smile, straightening my relieved posture.

He grins at me, "what was the scream for?"

"Oh nothing," I say casually, thinking desperately about how to change the subject but failing miserably.  After the dead table I have no shame and I confess, "I thought there was a possum in the bag but it was just the bread."

This was my first of many country trips away.  I'm much better now at spotting the difference between a table and a cow but I haven't improved with yelps from inspects, animals or things that move in the night that I can't see.

The Universe Came Calling

A Universal offering, so unexpected, so ridiculous and so challenging, made me question life like never before.  It offered me the most challenging guise it could think of.  Was I up for it?  Could I bring myself to take a leap of faith and trust?

From a controlled bubble, feeling isolated and alone, I struggled to understand what was happening.  Incredibly scared and frightened and after many long, deep breaths, many tears shed, I sought to reclaim myself from the shell I had become.  I'd lost my self-esteem and self worth.  This is my journey of stepping out and seeing the world with new eyes.