We spend a lot of the week on the internet. Most people recognize this. Like, a lot. It's always at our fingertips, no matter where we are.
So on the weekend we compromise, we spend most of the two days with James; we shy from Twitter, we don't blog (unless it's a "therapeutic emergency"). We usually don't even power up our laptop. Of course we miss being online. We still play rounds of Words with Friends when we can, toss out an occasional social media message.
It's the least we can do, give him our weekends (when he's not working; sometimes he works weekends) seeing as how he gives us the freedom and respect we require and desire during the week. We also don't drink on the weekend, because he doesn't really like when we drink. (Shocking, right...?); and also, two days "clean" is probably pretty healthy for us, no?
Now the weekend is upon us. We'll be doing post-Valentine's Day stuff, which is to say we'll do the same things we usually do on the weekend, except James has requested that we go to a restaurant where people aren't wearing baseball caps. They don't do that in England, apparently.
We will also start packing this weekend - this is our second to last weekend in this house before the move to our own *fingers crossed* the house closing is coming fast. Those among us who hide a lot in this environment, too weak, sensitive, or overly hateful, to handle this house, are excited to break free...
Change approaches, and the weekend is upon us.
Have a beautiful one.
Friday, February 15, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Happy Valentine's Day...From a Valetine's Day Semi-cynic
Corporations put a lot of pressure on people for holiday's. And Valentine's Day is no different.
Sure Holidays can be fun, (Probably? We're not too into Holiday celebrations...we hear there are people who really get into them) but when it comes to Valentine's Day the pressure is mostly on the men; those poor sods who don't pick up on the hints, and the winks, while their pocketbook squirms and there head pounds with confusion. It's damn expensive, emotionally mentally financially, and less than two months after Christmas no less.
Everybody celebrate things differently, but why make him spend hundreds of dollars on flowers, candy, taking you out, jewellery, etc. Are you really that shallow? Those things don't mean love anyway, if you're smart you'd realize that.
We asked James not to get us anything, like with all holidays. We're not big on gifts. We generally LOVE to give them, but the receiving of them always make us feel awkward and uncomfortable.
We know some people try to say "If she says she doesn't want anything, she's lying"; but sometimes she's not, and anybody who knows their mate can tell when that is.
We bought James a bag of heart shaped pink and white marshmallows. Less than $3. He loves marshmallows like, loves LOVES them. He'd sit and eat a whole bag on his own (and then complain about his belly ache).
Last year, when we were living in England with him briefly, we made him a sandwich platter while he was at work. A variety of sandwiches with different meats, cheese, spread and vegetables - they were amazing (well, he didn't think the ox tongue was super, but he ate it anyway). Pretty sure none of the meats we bought were horse...
This year he works until near 8pm, so we made him burgers for dinner last night instead of something today. We had hoped to be in the new house by now (the original closing date was for the 11th of this month) so we could have a little more "romantic" of an evening, but it took longer for the price to be agreed on and the paperwork to be signed, so alas...two more weeks to go.
Anyway.
The Valentine's Day Burger of Love...
It's the little things, like a touch, or taking out the garbage, washing the dishes, feeding the cats...or a home-made burger - not giant amounts of money spent once a year, that convey love.
Happy Valentine's Day, readers. May your Valentine's Day wishes come true, no matter what they are.
And remember, if you find yourself without a loved one today, there are worse things than being alone, it's not just something people say to make you feel better on this day. And love on Valentine's Day doesn't always have to mean romantic love. Friends, Family, Pets...they all probably appreciate your love.
Remember, it's just a massively exploited holiday for corporate gain. Real love can be free and expressed every day. (*gags*)
Love,
Ivy, C & C and et al
Sure Holidays can be fun, (Probably? We're not too into Holiday celebrations...we hear there are people who really get into them) but when it comes to Valentine's Day the pressure is mostly on the men; those poor sods who don't pick up on the hints, and the winks, while their pocketbook squirms and there head pounds with confusion. It's damn expensive, emotionally mentally financially, and less than two months after Christmas no less.
Everybody celebrate things differently, but why make him spend hundreds of dollars on flowers, candy, taking you out, jewellery, etc. Are you really that shallow? Those things don't mean love anyway, if you're smart you'd realize that.
We asked James not to get us anything, like with all holidays. We're not big on gifts. We generally LOVE to give them, but the receiving of them always make us feel awkward and uncomfortable.
We know some people try to say "If she says she doesn't want anything, she's lying"; but sometimes she's not, and anybody who knows their mate can tell when that is.
We bought James a bag of heart shaped pink and white marshmallows. Less than $3. He loves marshmallows like, loves LOVES them. He'd sit and eat a whole bag on his own (and then complain about his belly ache).
Last year, when we were living in England with him briefly, we made him a sandwich platter while he was at work. A variety of sandwiches with different meats, cheese, spread and vegetables - they were amazing (well, he didn't think the ox tongue was super, but he ate it anyway). Pretty sure none of the meats we bought were horse...
This year he works until near 8pm, so we made him burgers for dinner last night instead of something today. We had hoped to be in the new house by now (the original closing date was for the 11th of this month) so we could have a little more "romantic" of an evening, but it took longer for the price to be agreed on and the paperwork to be signed, so alas...two more weeks to go.
Anyway.
The Valentine's Day Burger of Love...
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| Hand formed beef patty (with Worcestershire and liquid smoke in the patty mix), Provolone cheese, bacon, sautéed onions, fried mushrooms, tomato and Artisan lettuce on a sesame seed bun. |
It's the little things, like a touch, or taking out the garbage, washing the dishes, feeding the cats...or a home-made burger - not giant amounts of money spent once a year, that convey love.Happy Valentine's Day, readers. May your Valentine's Day wishes come true, no matter what they are.
And remember, if you find yourself without a loved one today, there are worse things than being alone, it's not just something people say to make you feel better on this day. And love on Valentine's Day doesn't always have to mean romantic love. Friends, Family, Pets...they all probably appreciate your love.
Remember, it's just a massively exploited holiday for corporate gain. Real love can be free and expressed every day. (*gags*)
Love,
Ivy, C & C and et al
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Maybe...We Babble
We've been feeling pretty woozy the last two days. Mentally foggy. We've been powering through.
(Not every blog post has to be a winner...)
Some sort of achy pressure in our head. Maybe we've been overdoing the cardio workouts...maybe we need more carbs. Maybe we're eating too many.
Maybe Spring needs to get here, and the snow needs to leave...
We're skipping the gym today, and all we want to do is eat hot dogs and watch the news. That's weird.
Massage Therapy appointment this afternoon, maybe it will help.
Oh, and for your entertainment...
The future...
We're skipping the gym today, and all we want to do is eat hot dogs and watch the news. That's weird.
Massage Therapy appointment this afternoon, maybe it will help.
Oh, and for your entertainment...
The future...
(Not every blog post has to be a winner...)
Monday, February 11, 2013
Two Sentences
Two and a half weeks until moving day.
It. Cannot. Come. Fast. Enough.
Okay, that was kind of more than two sentences.
That's it for tonight.
Want more?
Recommended reading: http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/p/recommended-archives.html
It. Cannot. Come. Fast. Enough.
Okay, that was kind of more than two sentences.
That's it for tonight.
Want more?
Recommended reading: http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.com/p/recommended-archives.html
Friday, February 8, 2013
Untitled...Again.
There's no way to explain...age doesn't change some people, things from the past, behaviours that trigger...for those who are familiar with any of this, you know what we mean. Cupboard doors have been replaced, but the same irrational overreaction to everything not being exactly how she wants it remains. Selfish and borderline, lies between her teeth.
Will we ever not crumble inside, fearful, by the sound of her raised voice...and her bizarre behaviour?
Some of us have traits...that we recognize as hers. We wither in the face of it.
Dying inside. Fragmented.
(if you're back to reading our blog again, Mother, sorry...but...aw, fuck it, just, we have to write...we know you don't like it here in these words, exposing you)
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Stories from the past: http://just-call-me-frank.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/stories-of-us.html...and how to hate your mother, hate people, hate life, and move on to doing things other people think are fucked up...(really, though, it's scattered like poison breadcrumbs through this entire blog).
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