Crazy broad

So my boyfriend's newest pet name for me is 'gek wijf', which translates roughly as 'crazy broad'.

He calls me this at both logical occasions as well as completely random moments. Contrary to what you would think, he actually looks at me with great affection when he calls me a crazy broad.

Even weirder than that; I like this new pet name. It's proof that he finds me funny, at least at times. I'd like to consider myself a person with a well developed sense of humor. Plus, I'm not one of those girls who just likes to laugh about my boyfriend's jokes, I actually like to make him laugh once in a while, too.

So that's why I've decided to consider my new alias as an honorary title.

Added bonus: he doesn't call me 'smurf' as much as he used to. It sound sort of cute at first, but after a while the joke sort of looses strength. ("I know, I know, I'm short!)

The Art of doing absolutely Nothing

As a teenager, I had perfected it to a form of art: doing absolutely nothing but watching tv or reading a book for hours and hours and hours on end.

The last couple of years, however, my hours of just 'being there' and nothing else, have drastically diminished. Jobs, a house that needs cleaning, groceries that need to be bought and things like that obviously need to be done when living in 'grown up land' are partially to blame. But there's more.

Friendships, for instance, were a lot easier to maintain when I was still in school. There's no better way to see your friends every day when they're taking the same classes at the same school or university.

Nowadays, trying to get together with a friend involves a lot of emails, texts or phonecalls before a date, time and place can be determined. Those who become parents almost always slowly fade, until only heard from by means of christmas cards.

When in a relationship, like me, there's one more complication to your social life. Having a significant other also means that you get an extra family. For free!

You'll have to pay dearly for it, though. Not in euro's or dollars, but in time. Because all of a sudden, there's more birthdays, wedding aniversaries and other family events to attend. On average, about twice as many, I reckon.

And ofcourse, being an adult simply cannot mean becoming a drag. At least, not in my book. So I go to concerts and parties, making a huge fuss about the right dress, hair and make up. Invite friends over for home made dinners. Demand romantic evenings with my boyfriend. And let's not forget, every thursday evening I live my rockstar dream, rehearsing with my band.

You can imagine that sometimes I long for the days when I could lie on my parent's couch, watching Oprah or some cartoon, perfectly happy doing absolutely nothing useful.

I guess the thing is, that I could always rest easy, knowing that my future would be filled with a great job, great friends, great parties and great music. The problem is that the future my 16 year old self saw is now my present. The future is hard work!