The Friday Tradition...

I haven't done it in a long, long time so I'll give it a shot...

Here we go:

I am...

- Still slowly losing weight



I want...

- A familly. One day.


I have...

- A great support system.

I hate...

- That there's absolutely no ways of getting a Starbucks Coffee around here.

I fear...

- That I might never have that familly that I want so badly.



I search...

- For that perfect pair of stockings that'll fit perfectly.

I wonder...

- If I'll ever be dept free.

I never...

- Leave the house without nail polish on my toes.



I rarely...

- Say what's really on my mind.



I cry...

- When I'm pissed off or really stressed



I am not always...

- The most politically correct person



I'm confused...

- About my need for gadgets. Really.

I miss...

- Starbucks. Do I need to say more ?

I need...

- To shave my legs more often...



I should...

- Start believing in myself more.

Confession...

My teaching contract ended a couple of weeks ago and while waiting fo the next one to start, I've been enjoying some quiet time at home. A bit too much...



I have a confession to make. And a huge one...



I've been playing a housewife since the end of the contract, and well, I'm loving it. Cleaning the house, preparing lunches, making diner and taking care of my man. Oh ! And the laundry ! I've apparently become a laundry fairy and can't seem to get enough of the stuff !! Yes, Bob likes to make fun of me about it.



The funiest thing is: I used to be the most independant and messiest person ever ! And I now seem to take proud of the cleanliness of my house and in making sure everything is in order before my man comes back home. Weird.



I think the lack of Starbucks is finally getting to me...

Back...

I know, I know... I kinda dispeared from the face of the earth.





This might be the reason:

Don't get the wrong idea though: it is not an engagement ring. There won't be any wedding planning going on. But it is a ring. On that important finger. And I can't seem to be able to look away from it. Yes, you are allowed to call me dorky.

That ring also helps me put things in perspectives, at moment where I would rather just abandon ship and go far, far away. No, things are not always perfect. I don't think there is such a thing as a perfect relationship anyway. But then I look at that ring and remind myself that, even though it doesn't always look like it, that the person who gaved me that ring loves me. Really. It is up to me to see past the angriness or the sadness and reming myself of that.

Not always easy though...