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Questions…

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Why am I so stubborn?

Why can’t I just let people do what they want to do?

Why do I question everything?

Why don’t they understand the points I’m trying to make?

Why don’t I understand the points they’re trying to make?

How long until it’s all better again?

How did they know to play that song on the radio at that exact moment?

When will he be back?

So many questions…no easy answers. But today I learned that the way we react to things is a choice we all make.

Time to make better choices. Time to change my habits. Time to let things truly go. Time to really let myself be vulnerable. Time to think about perceptions.

I ask why and when…but thankfully I still have time to make a change.

Sorry for my vagueness.

It’s the small things

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  • Getting home from work at 3am to find that C has left the light on for me
  • My dog laying with her head in my lap, wagging her tail
  • That after a 12 hour shift, C goes home, prepares some food and coffee and brings it to me in my “lunch” break at work at 11pm
  • My dog being so happy to see me when I get home every day that her body curves in one bit bundle of excitement
  • Waking up every morning knowing I have them both in my life

    • I was overdue a gushy post, so here it is. I couldn’t be more lucky right now.

    Normal whinging shall now resume.

    Does C know I write about him? He surely does

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    I write about C on this blog a lot. If you don’t know who C is, it’s my nickname for my amazing boyfriend. He first made an appearance way back in June 2011, when we went on our second date together. Since then, I’ve written about our relationship becoming official, right through to the small relationship issues we deal with. If I have thought it, I’ve blogged it (although I don’t think I ever actually wrote about when we finally said we loved each other).

    More often than not, immediately after writing a post about my relationship (whether good or bad), someone usually says to me “does C know you’ve written about this?”.

    He does, and he doesn’t.

    He knows I blog, and he knows I write about our relationship. He’s read several of the posts, and he knows my style of writing. I’ve asked him what he thinks about my blogging of our relationship, and he genuinely has no concerns about it whatsoever. “Do as you like”, he says “I don’t mind”. The first time I told him I’d written about him, I stated that in no way would I ever reveal his identity on here (for his own privacy reasons), and would I ever approach a blog just to speak negatively of him. even then, I don’t think he would care. He trusts me to write fair and to be honest about each situation, and it’s those traits that I pride myself on. I would never disrespect him on here; it’s just not my style. I don’t write posts with the aim of venting anger at people, or calling them names. I write on here with the intention of working out what’s going on in my head, to analyse the situation, and to share my experiences with others potentially going through the same thing or who have experience and can share that with me.

    C knows that, and that’s why he has no problem with it.

    I actually had this conversation with someone again the other day, so last night approached the topic with him again just to make sure there still wasn’t an issue. There wasn’t, and he actually asked what had made me so insecure as to ask him again. Oops.

    So to put it on the record, yes C knows about these posts. No he doesn’t know exact content, but if he wants to read them he knows he just has to ask. I have nothing to hide.

    I love him, he loves me, and he trusts me. That’s all that matters.

    Rest break

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    I am taking a much deserved rest break on this Sunday afternoon to just chill on my bed. So far this morning I have:

  • Cleaned the bathroom
  • Changed the sheets on the bed
  • Washed the old sheets plus the set on the guest bed
  • Hung out the newly washed sheets
  • Folded clothes
  • Dusted
  • Wiped down every windowsill in the house
  • Picked up the dogs’ “business” from outside in the garden (all mushy after all the rain we have had, ew)
  • Cleaned our glass coffee table
  • Cleaned the kitchen

    • I’m a wee bit tired now. I think I deserve to chill out on the bed for half an hour now, don’t you?

    After all, I need to save some energy. I’m going to see Donavon Frankenreiter tonight with some friends.

    Grocery shopping, blood, and tit-surgery-needing fatty Angelina

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    Far out brussel sprout!

    It’s only been a few weeks since we last went grocery shopping, but oh boy did we hit those shops hard tonight! $425 later, and we have about a month’s worth of food, plus weed kiler, plus some bits and bobs for around the house (hooks to hang up stuff etc) (those hooks only cost $1 by the way). If I see the inside of another grocery store in the next week or two I think I might scream. I’m pretty sure my wallet will attack me, and my EFTPOS card will just up and run away. Thus I’m planning on steering clear of Woolworths for a while.

    This evening was fun. Not. We dropped off our iPhones for repairs (my centre button is playing up) then came home to unpack the semi-trailer’s worth of groceries before making dinner. During all of that, Joe, our housemate, managed to slice open his foot on one of the rocks underneath our back deck while saving one of the dog’s balls (nothing rude there, I’m talking about tennis balls). Basically, our deck juts out a few metres or so over a canal, and at low tide we have a bit of beach and a lot of rocks with oysters. Not nice.

    Well, the beach bit is. And the water. The dogs love to play in the water.

    So while C had managed to help Joe climb back up onto the deck, wash his foot out and bandage it, I went and hosed down the deck where blood was beginning to stain the tiles. Afterwards, we returned to our cold dinner.

    Hmm…as I write this I’m realising that I’m sound a bit grumpy. Perhaps I should go to bed soon.

    I’ve also spent the evening trying to figure out why my kindle refuses to connect to the online store, which despite my best efforts it still refuses to do. I have a feeling it may have to do with the fact that it was still registered under my sister’s account (she bought the kindle for me as a present for Christmas). She’s since unregistered it for me, but it still won’t connect. I’ll try again in the morning, and after that I’ll give customer service a call.

    Shit. Speaking of phone calls that reminds me that I was meant to call a costume shop today to organise a Lara Croft costume for a hen’s party this weekend. Now that I think about it, I think the chances are extremely slim of there being a non-slutty version of a Lara Croft costume that will actually fit these hips of mine. I can’t say I want to go looking like this:

    Image from http://greatblogabout.com

    Annoyingly, even with my sized hips and an incredible lack of cellulite despite the size of her thighs, Angelina still manages to look kinda cool. I think she’d need to see someone about those tits though. They don’t look healthy.

    Right, I think it’s bed time. When you talk about a fat Angelina Jolie getting boob surgery you know it’s time for your head to meet the pillow for the evening. Goodnight all!