An interesting lunchroom discussion last week had us all wondering who we’d include in our “top 5 list.” You know the list of 5 people who, if you ever meet them (and they give consent), you are free to do “whatever” with them, and your spouse, partner, significant other can’t say a single thing about it.
So after 45 mins of standing outside watching 5th and 6th graders run around the playground, all the time mentally compiling my list with a big, goofy grin on my face… here are the top five picks in Tamland.
1- Richie McCaw captain of the New Zealand All Blacks and my future husband ; )
2- Jonny Wilkinson – England’s kicking god
3- Rick Mercer- Canada’s version of Jon Stewart or Stephen Colbert… but much funnier and comes complete with a cute, Newfie accent.
4- Dave Matthews- love him. “Crash Into Me” Dave.
5- Adam Doyle- only long haired dude on the planet who I think is hot. Lead singer of Great Big Sea. Together we’ll “Rant and We’ll Roar like True Newfoundlanders.”
Who’s on your “top 5″?
Gordie and the boys are coming here! How friggin’ cool is this?! The Hip. In Brussels. This Friday. I’m so there.
09/28/07: Brussels: Ancienne BelgiqueThe Tragically Hip
Ancienne Belgique
Brussels, Belgium
Tickets: 22/25 Euro
On Sale: Monday June 4
Tickets available:
www.abconcerts.be
0032 2 548.24.24
If there was any doubt that I was having a good time here, here’s the proof.
This is me with uber-fabulous teaching partner Mel at the Brussels’ Beer-fest that took over the Grand Place a couple of weekends ago.
ps: I made a decision, tomorrow I’m off to rugby practice. Mostly because it’ll be a blast and the team seems like it’s made up of some pretty great girls. But also because I haven’t seen the inside of a gym in over three months and with all the beer, chocolate and frites here… well you can imagine. ugh!
Right now I’m sitting under the air conditioner in my livingroom on a tiny red stool using an empty moving box for a desk. I’m surrounded by boxes which are packed with all my worldly possessions (well, those that aren’t in storage at Mom and Dad’s anyway). There are six men in my house, who arrived about 3 hours ago and are still packing up my things. Fingers crossed they’ll be done soon, my landlord arrives in just over an hour for my final clear out.
I love my house here in KL and it fit in very well with my Princess Rugby (as one former dude nicknamed me) theme. The outside facade is three stories high, made of red brick, has a pointed rooftop, and the best part is where the wall curves. It’s beautiful. Looks like a fairy tale castle tower… well, not really, but kinda ; ) I even had my princess car outside, my little, somewhat reliable, purple, Proton Tiara. I’m not kidding. It really was called a “Tiara.” The car model is really an old Citroen from about 1982 (mine was a 96) that have a terrible tendency to explode, as in cracked engine blocks and blown head gaskets. I killed mine last June and had a second hand engine put in which thankfully lasted this school year. As of a week ago today the car became someone else’s worry. I am so happy that I won’t need a car in Belgium!
Inside, my house has the same curved walls on the facade wall, parkay wood flooring, a brilliantly designed kitchen table that sits in a vertical semi-circle that has been cut out of the wall between my kitchen and livingroom, and so the big wooden table is actually a part of the wall and is half in the kitchen, half in the living/dining room. (I’ll have to take a picture, it’s really cool). Upstairs I have an enormous bedroom, complete with a very decent sized dressing room, and another bedroom that is never used, mostly because it doesn’t have a/c, but also because I just don’t have THAT much stuff.
Update: Yesterday, I met my landlord at the house and gave him back the keys. I now officially have no keys. None. No car. No classroom. No house. It’s so weird. Last night Anni and I were sitting in her computer room checking out new apartment possibilities for me in Brussels on www.immoweb.be Sadly, I don’t see very many “princess rugby” type places in my rental budget. And without the Tiara, perhaps it’s time for a new theme. It’d be like Wonderwoman without her invisible plane and groovy accessories. Yeah, just like that ; )
