Oh No

Nose won't stop, throat is beginning to swell, my chest is burning and I keep coughing and it hurts my entire body. I think my glands are starting to becoming tender. This cannot be happening, I cannot get sick, not now, not after everything!

The tight-arses that I work for only give us the bare minimum of 5 sick days a year (even though most people with "normal" bosses get 10) and I used them all up when I came off the meds. I cannot remember the last time I was sick, it was a while ago now, so I am probably due to get sick, but now is really, really not a good time! Can you come back later? Like in a few weeks, I have news to reveal on Tuesday if all goes to plan!

It also doesn't help when FMIL rings up last night to speak to us and informs us both that she is very sick and going to the Dr in the morning because she might have Swine Flu! I hugged and kissed this woman on the cheek 48 hours ago! I wonder if it is too late to start eating oranges....

I think my body temperature is increasing, where is The Boy when I need him to snap me out of unhelpful thinking and back to reality.

Coffee, Cake and Changes

Only family would get me out of bed at 7am on a Sunday morning and miss my usual sleep in to bake a carrot and walnut cake for morning tea. Nothing like a visit from FMIL to get The Boy vacuuming The Penthouse at 8am. We keep the place neat and tidy, but always get a bit particular about it when family are coming around.

We did have a lovely morning. FMIL, The Boy's brother and his friend came down as the brother was performing a half hour set in the afternoon at a show (he is a country music singer). There were lots of laughs and it was just what I needed. As well as comments about how we will all be old grannies before we have kids *rolling eyes*, I don't know if we'll be "grannies" in five years time, but anyway. Apparently my dark hair makes me look younger too. But as my shrink pointed out to me yesterday at our monthly appointment, I am young anyway! I don't want to "look younger" now, because I'll hit 40 one day and look back and think "what was I worried about?" Just like my weight. I look back at pics from school and uni (a size 10-12) and am shocked that I thought I was fat back then. How could I not appreciate my body. I want that body now!

Anyway, I'm just rambling. I am not sure if I will be able to blog much in the next few weeks. There was an incident on Friday that has forced me to change my plans in one area of my life, even though I don't want too. The Boy has been wanting me to make this change for at least 6 months now, but I was determined not too. However, after Friday I can see now I have no choice. I deserve to be happy all of the time. Not just on weekends. So I am sure you can work out what that change is....

So no more blogging during the day for the next few weeks, but I'll still be around reading and commenting, and who knows, maybe I'll blog even more, it could be a good excuse to stop watching all those DVDs I watch "cos there is nothing else to do" (hmmmm appear to have entered a slight rut....) It is for the best, and it is the kick start I need to continue on my journey. I am not going to be held back by disrespectful people anymore. I am happy, I know this is the right thing to do and I am looking forward to the future.

Anniversary Weekend

Almost two weeks ago The Boy and I celebrated our anniversary with an entire weekend. Nothing was planned, except dinner on Saturday night, however that was up to him to organise and surprise me with. Otherwise the entire weekend was ours to do what we wanted, with no interruptions or people or phone calls.

Friday night was our typical Friday night of take away and chillin on the couch watching DVD's. We do this until I doze off on his lap and then hit the sack. The next day I was up early to go the hairdressers. I was due to go and "refresh" my newly brunette hair and thought I would make it that day so I had lovely hair for dinner. The Boy came and picked me up from there and took me off to the shops. He treated me to Yum Cha for lunch at our favourite place, where they know us and give us the best table closest to the kitchen so we can have the first choice from the trolleys. Then we walked around the shops in a loved up haze. After lunch we came home and chilled out briefly before heading off to Bunnings. I wanted more gardening stuff, it is turning into an addiction now. So we did that and then decided to go to the beach for ice cream.

We sat and talked and walked down into the sand and then my phone went off. I was not happy, everyone knew the rules, not to contact us this weekend. It was an sms from my mum informing us we had inherited the dyson. She went out and bought a new one so we could have her old one. Apparently she wanted to get a smaller one, but I think she was sick of us coming around and borrowing it all the time. Of course it is only really on loan, because, as she informed me, my brother will want it when he moves out. I told her if he moves out I will pay for the removalists (I am guessing he won't be moving out before 40).

After that we came home and got ready. I didn't have a dress, but it didn't matter. I wore the same jeans (although, kinda a slightly bigger size - opps) as I did on our first date, a black top, and the same cherry half cardigan. The Boy loved it. And to top it off, the restaurant he picked was the one we went to on our first date (bliss). The place had expanded so our table from our first date no longer existed, but otherwise it was like stepping back in time. Of course on our first date all we had were mains, because I was so nervous I couldn't eat, and I barely ate anything but this time we did the whole three course meal. Our mains were the same as our first date mains and we simply sat, staring into each other's eyes, reminiscing about the past, our first date and those first few months. Towards the end of the meal I asked him what he thought about the next 12 months. We briefly discussed where we thought we would be and he did surprise me with one thing that he said, I was left gob smacked. I'll let you know if it happens....

The next day we just pottered about like an old married couple, a little bit of gardening, cleaning, but mostly just chillin on the lounge not really watching DVD's and talking or being stupid. All in all a perfect weekend. Naturally there were gifts. I gave him a leather wallet and a red photo album full of pictures from the last 12 months but with room at the end to add more. He gave me a beautiful pink sapphire and diamond pendant in the shape of a heart complete with a new gold chain. I really am the luckiest girl in the world.

Yummy Money Bags for Entree

Beef with Satay Sauce for Main

Banana Flower for Main (yes it is weird, but once I had this many years ago I was hooked)

Toblerone Ice Cream Pyramid for Dessert

Interesting Morning....

When I woke up and saw the sky red, I was a little freaked out, until Sunrise informed me it was a dust storm. Being an asthmatic I would have preferred the predicted thunderstorm, but what can you do. Guess we won't be going for a walk tonight....

We really shouldn't be surprised though, considering most of the country is desert, but for some reason we forget that. I think it is also interesting that as soon as it happens in Sydney it is a major drama. It happens everywhere else in the country and we never hear about it. But when it happens in Sydney the whole country knows. I used to love the arrogance and self importance of Sydney, but now I'm over it, and ready to live a real life somewhere else, where people smile and no ones cares, and life goes on drama free.

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We Are Making A Man Cave

I didn't get my dream weekend where I was going to spend Saturday by myself doing what I wanted to do. The Boy was here, he didn't go see his mum on Friday night (loooooonnnng story - let's just say we come from very different backgrounds), so he came home instead. I tried to hide the disappointment in my voice, but I couldn't. He knew I wasn't thrilled about him coming home, I really needed some "Lissy time".

Needless to say Saturday was only an ok day. I did snap at him a lot, and spent a lot of time sitting on the couch sewing just to keep myself busy. I love him with all my heart, but I also cannot be with him 24/7 so I called mum and practically begged her to hang out with me on Sunday. I needed to be a girl again! The Boy was clearly offended by all of this, until I pointed out he was having xbox withdrawals and wouldn't it be best if I left so he could do whatever it was he wanted to do when I wasn't around to nag him and pout when he puts an action flick on.

On Sunday morning as soon as I woke up I was in the shower to make myself look nice to meet mum after her session at the gym.
I kissed The Boy goodbye, and he looked at me and said;
"I hope you leave grouchy Lissy at the shops, I don't like her"
"I hope so too, love you."
He rolled his eyes but I was already closing the door in his face.

I had a wonderful time with mum, we drank coffee and then did some serious shopping (we only stopped because mum's parking ticket was about to expire and she didn't want to pay - stupid greedy Westfield). I finally found myself a dress! I was soooo happy (pic's to come). I didn't return home until midday and yes I did return home back to my old self. I gave The Boy a kiss, told him I loved him complete with a nice big hug. We were friendly again. We did some talking during lunch and in the afternoon I kicked him out to the comp room so I could do my beauty stuff while watching Sense and Sensibility (love Jane Austin) and did a lot of thinking. At dinner time, I told him, I was agreeing to the Man Cave.

I really do think it is best, we have the space that is not being used, I am sick of moving to the other rooms and he doesn't get as much "man time" as he needs because he doesn't want to push me out of the living room, which is my favourite room in The Penthouse. So this way, he gets his man cave, and can play xbox and whatever else he wants, whenever he wants and I can do what I like in The Penthouse in every other room there is! Yay! Why didn't I realise this earlier? So of course this means we are now getting a plasma (he did manage to fix the current tv - much to his disappointment). The Boy couldn't be any happier, and yes *blush* I have agreed to contribute to some of it. I am very, very keen to get him out of the living room. Does that make me a bad future wife? Or just normal?

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And The Winner Is....

Thank you to everyone who entered my giveaway, I appreciate the feedback. I am planning on make some changes to my blog in the next month or two to just make it a little more personal and I may even teach myself some HTML. Thanks to The Boy also for pulling out the winner, which is....

Chantel!! Congrats Chantel, if you would like to email me at elissaisachievingherdreams at hotmail dot com with your details and I will send the prize on its way.

Yay It's Friday!

I am so glad it is Friday! I am feeling really good today and looking forward to a great weekend. I have lost all negativity that I had earlier. I don't know how (or why) but I have had a lot of clarity in the last couple of days. I wasn't even looking for it, but I will reveal all next week once I have done a few things towards it.

The Boy is disappearing tonight and tomorrow, and I am normally really sad about this, but to be honest I am looking forward to it. We had our nice romantic weekend last weekend and have been inseparable ever since, and, frankly, I've had enough, I need some "Lissy time" and I'm going to finally get it. His mum is sick and in hospital, so he is going to see her after work. His work is halfway to their place so there is no point coming back to get me. He'll stay the night and return on Saturday (night time, hopefully). If she is really bad I'll be catching the train up to Newcastle, otherwise.....

I will be having lots and lots of me time! Firstly up I will be hanging out with mum tonight (and my brother if he feels like socialising) before having an early night in bed all by myself (ie I can actually move and won't wake up at 2am finding myself on the edge of the bed and tapping someone on the shoulder saying "Little room please baby"). Then I plan to get up nice and early and go for a lovely morning walk taking in the sunshine and listening to what I want on my ipod before dressing myself up to go down and queue at the RTA (must remember to take a book with me).

After that I will pop down to the best and cheapest florist North of The Bridge and buy some flowers for my grandmother. She has invited me over for afternoon tea. I have not seen her since my birthday (in May), so I am looking forward to that. We have an interesting relationship. She has told me she will be baking something, which is what she does best, even in her 80's. However, before the fun, I want to get some spring cleaning done. Next up is the Kitchen and if I can win the never ending battle with procrastination I want to do the spare room and deal with the 1m pile of paperwork smothering my desk.

Then finally once I return home I plan to do my hair and give myself a facial and plonk myself on the pink couch with some chocolate watching girly movies until The Boy comes home. Pure Bliss!

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