Archive for February, 2011

Faint Praise (shhh)

Sunday, February 27th, 2011

I regularly roll my eyes at Beardieboy for his lack of insight, inability to understand women and self confessed disconnection when he’s preoccupied. He leaves me curling my toes with his tendency to sleep in his day clothes; distresses me incredibly with his lack of ability to have a meaningful conversation. We have the most challenging relationship I’ve ever had in my life, in both good and bad ways. He drives me to total distraction, hurts my feelings and makes me feel isolated at times. At other times he is so caring, loving, and thoughtful I feel mean for ever having had a negative feeling about him. We work brilliantly as a pair of musicians, and wonder now why we waited so long to ‘get it on’.  He’s also pretty hot, for my money anyways.

The last few weeks I’ve been ill and had an operation on Monday. In all that time he’s been obscenely hard working. Up to 60 hrs a week at work, rehearsing, practicing his German (he’s now better than me – crapsticks) and on top of that he’s done ALL the cooking, virtually all of the cleaning and entertained the troupes. Even preparing the house for viewings, which means folding towels neatly and actually closing drawers.  He’s stepped up to the plate and he’s been the best husband a woman could hope for (apart from his infernal snoring). I’m not normally a sappy chick but when, in the past,  I’ve thrown my wedding ring at him for his utterly shittastic behaviour I’m now rather glad that he didn’t pawn it for guitar strings.

Don’t you dare tell him I said nice things about him. His head is frigging enormous.

in the next photo he sticks his tongue in my ear...this is sexy stuff girls

Silent Sunday – Glad that Week is Over

Sunday, February 27th, 2011

chocolates? flowers? Pah!

Silent Sunday

 

You Don’t Get Away From Me That Easily

Monday, February 21st, 2011

I’m back! It’s been a while eh. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t been lost for words, I haven’t got bored of blogging and I certainly having ‘dried up’. No, it’s quite simple. I discovered this weird science shit, the time thing, y’know, the thingie about there being only 24 hours in a day and only seven days in a week. Who bloody knew? I was really pissed off when I found out.

There I was, working full time, husband, kids, au pair, dogs and goldfish, doing an NVQ at work and in my second year of studying towards accreditation as a Counsellor. At the same time as all of that I’m rehearsing, writing and performing music and attempting to be better than average at it. All of that and I realised that I quite like sitting on my arse doing nothing. It’s a bit gutting when you realise you’re really a lazy bint when you’ve signed up to be superwoman. It doesn’t really leave a girl with much room to manoeuvre. I decided to cut out all the bits I couldn’t manage to do. I stopped baking, I stopped making home improvement plans and I stopped writing my blog, for a bit, anyway.

I’ve got at least a couple of weeks off work now, possibly more.  This won’t be the last you hear from me.

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