The Idiot that I live with...

Sometimes I'm in awe at the utter idiocy of that fool that I live with...

He likes to bend the truth in some way. Usually whatever makes him out to be the "can't live without/got to have" partner. And in reality, he is the "please live without/got to get rid of" partner.

Everything in our lives is separate. We go halves in everything. I wouldn't expect to go anywhere without paying for it. That is the way we began about twenty years ago; and we are still doing it.

He often forgets that this is the way we live, to the point of coming out with the odd fabulous one liner! e.g.: Our trip to Vietnam last year... He commented in passing yesterday that he paid for me. I thought; what the fuck? Where did all my money go then!!

So, I pointed out that I paid for my return flight. 

I paid half for the hotel we stayed in. 

I purchased food and drink, as did he. 

Doesn't that therefore mean, I went halves? 

He was silent. I still don't think I convinced him...  I'm just a free rider!

Because he thought it; it becomes the truth! He likes to invent stuff, in his mind. Whatever is more palatable to his sensibilities. So rather than I am paying for myself, he decides that he paid for me! Took me on an all expenses paid trip to Vietnam!! Out of the goodness of his little black heart!!!

Bloody idiot.

Roll on... Diet time again.

Maintaining a diet seems to the hardest part of being on one. 

Ok. I'm on the black seed oil as well, so that is clearing out my pipes so to speak! Judging from the gurgling and stuff, I'd say that's working...

It's all fantastic the first week or two. You are committed. You drop a few kilo so you are feeling slimmer. When you roll over in bed, there isn't as much to roll. You feel lighter in your step - quite simply because you are! Your clothes start fitting better without feeling like (and therefore looking like) a pig with string around its middle!

However, it is maintaining that level and keeping it up during month two and three.

I have been on a hundred diets. Literally hundreds! I've never found one I could stick too - until now. I'm doing the 16-8 diet. The Squeeze and I are both on it. We've been on it since about January 10. It's now February 20 so that is about 6 weeks. In those 6 weeks, I've lost about 6 kilo. Mostly, it has been good... Easy.

Occasionally we have days such as these, where we are going out for dinner so that makes it damned hard... To do it right, I'd have to not eat or even have a cup of coffee until dinner time! But that is only on nights we are out; and I figure after six weeks; we deserve a night off!

Why can't AI diet for me? It can do just about everything else!

2 kilo with Black Seed Oil

Black seed oil. It should be named something other than that... 

Deadly Oil. Gurgling stomach oil... Pain in the stomach oil! Still, that would seem to be a rather small sacrifice. I read it. I was warned; but it also said if you have any worms... Or anything like it... They go with the 2 kilo.

I didn't have anything like worms bobbing up to say 'goodbye' I flushed them. I almost wish that I did, that would explain a lot. That's why I went on it; the ad said that day 2, you are feeling lighter. Day 3 your joints are hurting less.

Ahhh my knees! Ankles!  

When I got an MRI done of my knees last year, they gave them to me to take to the doctors. My God, I almost fainted when I got a look at them. There were thousands of white wiggly things; my legs were covered in them! 

My doctor looked at said "they look fine" to which I; astounded, said what about all these white things!? He said they were my veins. I'm still dubious of that...

So black seed oil it is! 

And why would I?

Hair Growth
Increase hair density and thickness.
Metabolic and Weight Management
It can aid weight loss, reduce appetite, and decrease waist circumference. 
Antioxidant and Anti-inflammatory Effects
Contains thymoquinone, antioxidant that helps reduce stress and inflammation. 

Skin Health

It has anti-It has anti inflammatory properties that improve conditions like acne, eczema and psoriasis.

That's why...

While my guitar, gently weeps...

On the Squeeze's last birthday, I brought him a guitar. Now I don't know a whole lot about guitars; I was always partial to the piano when I was younger, which was beautiful. Still, I don't know a lot about guitars, but I love how they sound. You don't have to be a know it all, to be a connoisseur.

I have to say, I outdid myself this time around. 

Yes... We have got beautiful gifts previously. The music stand. The mandolin. My ring. Some downright extravagant. But this won the crown for best ever birthday gift.

It was a cream, Fender Stratocaster which I bought from a guy who had it mounted on his wall. I went to Melbourne for the day so coming home, I called him and asked him to help me bring the stuff in.

I pulled up, and walked down the driveway, opened the boot... The look on his face!

So, it went from one wall mount to another.

WFT? I've had it with her photo!

It never ceases to amaze me. The Squeeze, though he has clicked over to 71 years old now, occasionally doesn't realise what he is saying or doing. You would think after living with me he would walk on eggshells! It's funny if I have a knife in my hands and walk in the room; he flinches and jumps; I must say, it's a scream to watch! 

Maybe it is as simple that he does know, but gets a laugh from it... Exacting his little revenge...

He has been living here for six or seven blissful years now and we've bought the odd thing together, but unless it's a television; he is not interested. I had to really push for a new leather couch and some chairs! 

I bought this groovy thing for the kitchen. It has all our photos on there and some are beautiful ones of when I was young; or he was. And our kids are all little, no bigger than toddlers. 

We have beautiful pics fly past, from when we went to Santorini, or to Paris... Thailand and Vietnam. There are old pics on there also. Ones from overseas trips from years ago, seeing us smile. We are tanned, thin and a lot fewer wrinkles on the face. I believe at least once, I've seen one of my ex-husbands fly past.

But I digress...

My problem is that every time I walk into the kitchen, a photo of the Squeeze with his old girlfriend Dianne D zooms up. 

It is without fail. I bet if I walked in the kitchen now - there she'd be! And I scream, and he laughs.

But I always have the last laugh. 

When my mother was over here for lunch and saw the pic come up, she said "Is that your mother?", to which he just stared, and I laughed my arse off. 

So, I always say, "that pic of you and your mother comes up as soon as I walk in the room!!"