I wanna be a Hulkamaniac

So, I saw The Avengers at the movies in THREE DIMENSIONS.

Spoiler alert: full out cried like a bitch when the Hulk saved Iron Man. Incredible masterpiece. And to save you some time, no there is not a single picture on the internet of The Hulk and Iron Man kissing. Get. On. It. Just some awkward photos of Hulk Hogan with his daughter, and some bizarre gay stuff with The Hulk and Shrek in a dress…

Oh well, I’ll work with what I got.



I’ll just colour one green and BINGO!


Our van is sick. We had to take her in to the van doctors, which meant we were left without easy means of transport for the day. We didn’t get much done. I did however, have a flat white the size of your face for breakfast. They had to serve it in a soup bowl. It was amazing as well as awesome.

I bought presents for the family! I will not go into details because they are the only ones reading my blog and it will ruin their fun international present mail surprise.

For lunch I had a PIE followed by an ICE CREAM CONE! Im an adult so I can do whatever the hell I want.

Then we walked 3 hours home on the side of a windy highway. Home really wasn’t that far away but we took a lot of sheep breaks. Which is when we stopped to say nice things to the sheep we saw. There were many sheeps. Seeing their sagging old lady skin covered in patches of thin fur made me miss The One Eyed Kitten. I wonder if she misses me, while she slumbers in her wine box in the closet…

We met a nice half Israeli half Canadian fellow in the mall who buffed up one of my fingernails to try to sell me a manicure set and kept exclaiming “Oh my GOOOSHNESS!” . Adorable, but now I have one perfect shining diamond nail amongst my dingy old mutton fingers. I’ve been trying to dull it down all day.

It was a pretty uneventful day. The first one we’ve had since being here, so that in itself makes it kind of novel. Our first boring shitty day in NZ!

We just sat down to a lovely meal of bean stew and couscous with the Abels and their German exchange student Anna. We had eskimo pies for dessert. Which would be pretty politically incorrect in Canada and the taboo made it all the more creamy delicious.

So, here’s the rundown of what me, QUEEN of the lactose intolerable put in my face today:

1. Greek Yogurt

2. Homo Milk

3. Cheese

4. Ice Cream Cone

5. Cottage Cheese

6. 2% milk

7. More ice cream


Have a look at my new pants.

Exceeepppt, thats not me or my pants. They are like that, but orange, pink and purple random sploches. Pretty fancy. Ive already ripped the butt area up while dancing to seduce CB into giving me more ice cream. Woops.



Author: Kara Lalalala

I write this blog for my family cause I am terrible at letters & emails.

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