Christ’s Mass present to self: sore legs

Remember how awesome the other day was, and how uber-excited I was after having done 2 full P90X videos plus the Ab Ripper? Ya… well, my legs have hated me ever since. Yesterday the only thing I was missing was the Medical degree and I’d of been Dr. House. The Vicodin would have been nice.

The family now has a new van which we took for an adventure to Wagga (the nearest “big” town). It was an interesting trip for me with the whole not being able to walk thing. I didn’t get to pick up the paper yesterday, but, that’s ok, because I was having way to difficult of a time walking to let the girl that works there see me.

Last night, we watched a movie made in 1965(-66) titled, “There a Weird Mob”. The “There” they refer to are Australians. The movie is about a Dago/Wog/Wop/Guinea immigrant (Italian) who comes, and spends his first few days in Kings (Bloody) Cross – which happens to be where I stay in Sydney. He then starts learning all the Aussie ways of saying things. Gets himself a bit mixed up. Goes to Bondi beach. Gets a job as a day laborer and works faster than the Aussie he is working with. Needless to say… I was seeing a few parallels in the film to real life.

Today is Christ’s Mass eve. Legs are still sore, but no where nearly as bad as yesterday. But, since God has the great sense of humor that he has… I go to pick up the paper with Paul and Adam. We walk in, (myself, proud of the fact that I could walk) Paul grabs the paper, sees the girl that I’ve been talking about. And I think to myself, “today will be the day that I learn her name”. Paul goes the counter with the paper, the owner says,
“ah, the Irrigator, this is our local paper” to which Paul responds with,
“umm… I know… I’m a local; (pointing to me) this is the non local” - Paul
“Ya, I’m definetly not a local” - Me
“Oh! You from New Zealand?” - Owner
“WHAT?! No… I’m from California” - Me
“OH! The States!” (walks off) - Owner
“Did your boss just call me a Kiwi” (to the cute girl with a bit of an offensive tone) - Me
“what’s wrong with that… I’m a New Zealander” – Cute (Kiwi) girl

In other words… I had quite an FML moment today.

After that, I lost a lot of motivation to go back and get the newspaper, but Paul and I talked it over, I think I can do damage control, and so the day after Boxing Day, I’m going in and saying something like, “hey, sorry about the kiwi thing, I feel bad about, cause I don’t really have anything against kiwis, I’m just American, anyway, can I make it up to you by taking you out for coffee sometime?” or something like that, we’ll see how it goes.

So then we went to the Presbyterian Church for Christ’s Mass eve service. I left the family a bit early to go to the Catholic church, which, unfortunately had no Mid-night Mass, but there was at least an eight o’clock Mass, so, I went to that. Mass in Australia is just as boring as it is in the US, potentially a bit more, because the Priest didn’t sing some of the lines like they do at home.

Home once again. Mass attended, failed attempt with hot news girl, tea with the family, and now, a relaxing rest of Christ’s Mass eve at home in the company of a very beautiful blonde friend of the boys, so, the day… not a total loss.

Fairly good day after all, and for me, Christ’s Mass tomorrow (Christ’s Mass eve for ya’lls back home)