My dad and I were talking about the end times last night. Now I’m just like “Hmmmm..” Makes sense. But who can say? Jesus said he would come like a thief in the night, but there would also be signs of his coming.
when I come home, oh I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who comes back home to you.
I had a great night out last night. My sister and I went to Murphy’s down in Mandurah, we bought Midori so we got this rad green flashing drink shakers. Dardy. I broke mine.. Met some really cool people, it’s also fun meeting other geeks while you’re out at a pub. Hardly ever happens. But I met a Final Fantasy and Doctor Who enthusiast, so we had a good old chat about that. The band started playing 500 Miles by the Proclaimers which was awesome, I’m completely in love with that song, especially after hearing it on HIMYM =3
The best part about going out though, is coming home to Ted.
The worst part about coming home though, is coming home to a bunch of chores. It’s so ridiculously hot, I just don’t want to do anything around the house =\ Oh well. I’ll just do it tonight :D
So I’m back from the holiday. It was pretty nice. Pretty exciting. Definite culture shock when I arrived in Denpasar, but I got used to it all after a couple of days. Took so many photos, did a lot of really cool things, which I’ll update about later.
Right now I have to go and unpack, do some washing, probably have a shower. Pretty sure I’m starting to smell.. I’ve been tumblr’ing for a few hours now and I really should get off my bum..
Have also been googling “Bettie Bangs”, pretty sure I’m going to take the plunge and get the cut this week. Plus a dye job. Sick of my boring brown. Back to vivacious red I think!
“For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone. People, more than…
work spares us from three evils: boredom, vice and need.
Pulled a 9 hour shift at work tonight. I was meant to be done at 10:30, finished in my bar, all shiny and clean, then my manager and supervisor talked about how they were short staffed in the main bar and made the puppy dog eyes at me. So I stayed. More money I suppose.
I’m just all the more excited for Bali. We leave on Saturday morning. It’s going to be so amazing.
I see God come in my garden but I don't know what he said, for my heart it wasn't open, not open.
The blinds have been drawn all day. I didn’t get up until 15 minutes ago. I want to rewind until 6pm yesterday and just do it again. I’m tired and my eyes hurt and I have a headache. Had things to do today, like see the family and go to my Vgen meet. Neither of those have happened or are going to happen. Today can just be a mopey, sad, sick, pyjama day. Filled with chocolate and much sleeping. Tomorrow will be better. I hope it rains later.
My day has been awfully eventful. Kidding. I stayed in bed with Ted until about..two o clock? We played some CoD but he had to get ready for work. Siiigh. He left the house in a right state, too. It’s cool, it’s cool. I like my housewifely duties.
It’s just been a nice, chillaxed day. I washed Atticus, he was adorable and spacked out after, running around the house like a nutter. He no longer smells = the house will no longer smell. Cleaned Bird’s cage, he also spacked out but in the bad way. Watered the garden. Vacuumed the floors.
Housewifely duties, accomplished!!
I should probs do some more work…but sitting on this couch is so dang comfy. DINNER TIME METHINKS!
This is a UK tv show about women who have shed the modern world in favor of a 30’s, 40’s & 50’s lifestyle: transforming themselves, their homes and their relationships with their husbands to become domestic goddesses of past eras.
Life is a lot more simple for a woman as a housewife. I day dream all the time of what it would’ve been like to grow up during that time: You know the neighbors by name, kids play outside all day, or having friends over just for conversation and coffee, no cell phone intrusions. But taking yourself out of the rat race, and completely denying it are two different things. I would love to do up my home in glorious 50’s-60’s style, adorn myself everyday for the part, but it just isn’t practical for my time or budget; I DO have a home to clean, laundry to do, a family to cook for and a 2 year old son to entertain.
Being a traditional housewife in this century is easier than ever, albeit, a lonely pursuit. Considering, I don’t know many women who have taken up my lifestyle; Most acquaintances my age have jobs, nannies or no children and aren’t married (with no desire for either). It’s not like I have a circle of friends like Desperate Housewives.
The modern world does bring me hope: I do have a cell phone, and the internet, most days, a car. Google makes it easy ‘how to’ remove marker off the couch, whip up dinner with a few random left-overs, or sew up a hole in my husband’s pants. Back when, wives would’ve gotten together to share information; Now I must browse the information highway in silence.
But the fact NONE of these women have children, or wouldn’t consider having any, makes them more modern than throwback, in my mind. To become a mother was the ‘height of accomplishment’ for women of that time, family was the first and only priority. My Grandmother told me how Great-Grandma Ann (her mother-in-law) joked with her, saying she’d “die an old lonely maiden” because she hadn’t had a child (until well after 20, which was late then).
Raising a child can be a scary, daunting task in this day and age. You don’t have the personal network and sense of community of generations past. Because we do have a son, we have to stay current. I still try very hard to bring those morals into our daily lives.