Laziest Person award goes to...

It’s now official.  I am living with the laziest man on the planet; possibly the universe.  Trust me; I know… I’ve got ex-husbands.  Lazy ones too.  But they were nothing like this.  I can now see why “clean freak hell” was clean freaking hell.

The Squeeze literally drops things where he is standing.  Just decides “don’t need this now” and drops it.   It is astounding!  Today we had stuff all over the table; my desk looks like hades; pair of boots haphazardly tossed in the spare bedroom.  Boots and socks in the lounge.  Newspapers; books; stuff… more stuff… and more!  It’s everywhere!  And I’m exhausted!  If he keeps it up, he will be living in the fricking garage.  He can knock himself out making a mess out there.

Aside from my issues with his sloppiness, the week so far… A Monday for a public holiday. The Squeeze has decided to work. What this means is he’ll take another day off. But unlike me, whose ‘day off’ usually means cleaning up the mess – he wants to watch wrestling or play guitar or some such!

Last night we had Arancini for dinner, in a tomato and chilli base. We are attempting to eat within a window of time which is bloody hard! Given that my son and his wife are coming for dinner tonight, that meant we couldn’t eat until at least 11; and then only if we can squeeze dinner into an hour and they’re not late!

Still, this is the first successful diet either of us have been on for a while; so I intend to stick with it.

Now if I could just work out why my body is in pain and won’t move! Everything is aching! I’m stretching everything… But it just won’t stretch ☹

 

Woodend..? Sounds like the end of the universe

Today, the Squeeze and I are off to Woodend. I looked it up on my navigation and it said it was about 1.5 hours away. Weird that I haven't been there; at least I don't think I have.

We are going up to babysit 2 little darlings. One is a new baby! So, I packed practical rather than romance. Clothes can be puked on. No make up. Hell, I barely packed skin care routine!

We are off out for the weekend! Sharing a house with his middle child and his wife... So, I guess sex is out lol

Start of the Footy season!

I know that half of the readers won't have a clue what I'm talking about; however, I have to say it is the start of the footy season! For those that don't know, I am a born and bred Geelong fan. 

Last year I went to the Grand Final. We lost. Now I've been to 4 winning and 5 losing Grand Finals... :'(   But I do love a Grand Final... When the umpire holds that ball up and the siren goes. For a fleeting moment, there is 100k people thinking they are going to win; and screaming their heads off.

I really loved Geelong years ago. When I used to live here; my mum, my sister and I had fabulous seats. When I moved to Melbourne, I just didn't have time. I went to the odd game - but it was a far cry from supporting them like I did in the old days.

This year, I got seats again...

Of course, this game is in the Gold Coast so not a home game and too far for me. 1774 kilometers. It is away next week too! But then...

Acquiesce!! To comply/agree passively...

I always end up acquiesce to the Squeezes hair brained schemes. I comply. Consent. Submit. Yield. Why do I do that! What makes it somehow worse, is he doesn't follow through so I end up feeling disappointed in some way! Stupid really, when you consider it wasn't what I wanted in the first place!

Years ago, I slid off the rails for a moment in time and went out with total dick.  Actually, he was a private eye, so dick by occupation, dick by nature; and let’s face it; you have to have a ‘creepy stalker’ gene to get such a gig.

I went to therapy during the five years we dated because I needed to find the root cause...   He really didn’t feature in my sessions as anything other than a shadowy representation of my love life to that point.  It wasn’t about him, or those before him.  It was about me.  I needed to understand what was inside me that kept dragging me back into unhealthy relationships.

Did I find the answer?  Not really.  I felt like I had come to an understanding; maybe.  In the end, what did that knowledge change?  Contrary to popular belief, you don’t suddenly discover the cause and from that moment on, you’re just skipping down the path of life, carefree and laughing. Well, if it is like that, it sure as hell wasn't for me!

No. I'm not about to end it all. I tell that story to set the scene. To explain what I'm like!

It is the evolution of care.

You meet someone and so begins the evolution.  “Friendship” moves into “hot”; “hot” morphs into a warmer “love”.  That “love” means you “care” a great deal about that person.  You want them to be happy; you go out of your way to ensure that happiness!  If they are not absolutely blissful, then you’re in serious trouble.  The relationship is floundering!

And therein lies my problem.  I evolved.  I morphed.  The Squeeze is still in the bloody same place. After years and years!

Clean Up Time - Again

I awoke to a messy, but silent house this morning.  The worst part was that I felt, along with the serenity, a measure of guilt, because I’m pretty sure that the Squeeze had a lot of running around to do this morning… I mean unlike the old days when it took him an hour to get to work across Melbourne through the never-ending traffic, now it takes him a leisurely 15-minute journey; and that's with stopping on the way to grab a coffee.

I came across the speech I wrote for my Dad’s 80^th birthday, which I sat and read and then proceeded to cry. I had written some damned funny lines in it, but still, it sucked. Worse still, with the writing I got stuck travelling down memory lane. I remembered just how much it sucked to be a teenager and it really hasn’t got much better as an adult. You are still at the mercy of everyone who has more than you.

More brains. More money. More everything.

It sucks really because I find, generally, they are the worst of humanity… Oh where is the alien invasion already! Something is coming… The end of the world. I don’t know why but I feel like something is coming. Something big. It maybe war; those Iranian leaders appear to want to wrestle. And maybe that’s it. Put Iran’s Supreme Leader and Trump in wresting gear and get them to fight it out! (Oh God… The image. My eyes!!)

But I got off on a tangent… Enjoying the little story in my head...

I’m not exactly flush with cash most of the time. My brains not what it once was (bloody brain damage) but it is a lot better. You can tell, I’m blogging again. I’m writing… I have my website up and working… But still, about 80% of the world is smarter than me and possibly richer.

Unless I win tattslotto; but that has never been a fabulous plan to wait for  :)