New Appartment

Well here it is.
We'll be moving next week, so you'll get a few pics from the interior. For now just a couple of pics to show the location.
And eh... oh yeah... It comes with a pool and a tennis court :o)

Splash the Cash

This weekend we are going to buy buy buy. We need stuff for our new apartment, so we need a car. I have hired a car at the local shop a Chrysler Cruiser PT convertible! And it's a red one too. Midlife crisis here I come :o)

It's a sunny weekend so top down. We visit all the super stores and a couple of smaller stores and bought a myriad of stuff and things. Don't forget we have nothing. After a weekend of hard work we decide to drive down to the Coolonga beach and have a picnic.

Now I don't know which car to buy. A 4x4, a convertible, a cheap car (and get my motor driving license).

I really liked this Chrysler PT...

Emmanuelle vs Sales guys

We've got a new apartment and we're moving in there by the end of this month. It's an unfurnished apartment so if we'd move in there right now, it'd be a very empty, very depressing hole. Remember, we don't own a spoon. So let’s spend all of our money! Yay!
My wife, having lived in Morocco, is very used to barter for good prices.

A bed - 50% off.
The salesperson says: 'If I'd sell all my furniture at these prices, I'd be out of business by the end of the month.' Emmanuelle - Sales Guys 1-0.

A couch - 20% off.
The salesperson went down to 35% but after a call with his manager he came back with 'I can't go no lower than 20% or I lose my job'.
Emmanuelle – Sales Guys 2-1

Electrical appliances - 40%
After a very long, violent blood ridden fight over percentages the Sales guy gives in and drops his guard. My wife, blood thirsty and aggressive jumps in and closes the deal.
Emmanuelle - Sales Guys 3-1

Did I tell you I love my wife? :o) I do not want to negotiate with her over money, ever. The only thing I can tell is that she'll be buying our car and our house, not me.

French vs Ozzies

Rugby: a sport I used to play every Wednesday and Saturday and now I'm having a hard time remembering the basic rules. My lovely wife decided to purchase a couple of tickets for the game at the Suncorp stadium.

We arrived just in time to purchase beers and fries and run for our seats. Kick off! aaaaaannnd... before my first handful of fries and sip of beer the Wallabies have taken the lead by 10 points. The ozzies around us made sure we'd seen the French get trampled and explained to a high degree of accuracy why the French sucked.

Okay, time to cheer our team on. allez les blues!, allez les blues! ALLEZ LES BLEUS! The Ozzies looked at us, first to make sure we were not Euro-Hooligans and then even start chanting with us. I guess they knew they were going to win.

My wife got into the spirit of it and yelled so loud that Sebastien Chabal -a French Player- looked up at her, smiled and said something to his team mate who looked as well. Without hesitation my wife grabbed her shirt and did the old 'I'm-showing-my-boobs-but-there's-another-t-shirt-underneath'. Now everyone around us is laughing.

My non-patriotic wife stole a yellow scarf just before the 30-3 score saying she had nothing to do with those losers in blue out on the field. That was fun I guess Emmanuelle made about 30 new friends, or at least people that will recognize her in the street.
In the end the French out-sucked a black hole and lost 40-10 being very lucky to get a try in the last minute.
I'm getting tickets for the Oz vs All Black game in September.