Thursday, August 28, 2008


I woke up Monday morning thinking I was still in a dream because - when I looked down at my finger there sat the most beautiful diamond ring I have ever seen. About a million times a day - I glance down at it and gaze in a dream like state at what it symbolizes. You are reading the very first official blog of the future Mrs. Spartan. I guarantee that there has never been a happier girl in the world. I feel like Snow White, Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty and just about every other fairy tale princess out there all rolled up into one - only a tad more dimensional and with better shoes.

He asked. I said yes. (Well, actually I said; "Hypothetically?" He laughed and said, "No. Would you be my wife?" and proceeded to unveil the ring which he had clutched in his hand against his chest. Then there were tears and laughing and all sorts of skipping about...lucky for me this time I managed not to trip and go careening off the balcony. So, once I realized that Spartan was actually literally asking - I responded "Absolutely YES!")

I have been wandering about bumping into walls and smiling and humming to myself since I got home. I still can't believe it. I am going to marry the love of my life. My own wonderful prince charming. The most incredible man I could have ever imagined has swept me away and my heart is bursting with joy! I am so in love!

Dreams? They do come true. Really truly.

Now... whatever am I going to wear?! *JOY*

Friday, August 22, 2008

Just popping in to say allo!

Oh the fun.

This week I have become quite adept at Rockstar (game much like Guitar hero... only cooler). Well, when I say I've become adept at it, it simply means I am not being boo'ed off stage any longer.

I have also learned all manner of new torture techniques to employ at the gym. I've actually been lucky enough to have been able to work out all week with an amazing trainer and one of the fittest people I know (you know, Apollo aka Spartan). I've also been stuffing my face with wheat grass which clearly will make me strong like ox. This is like boot camp - but really fun... and I have to admit that I really enjoy watching Spartan in the gym. It's very sexy.

I am just having such a brilliant time - I miss my little people though. Ooooodles. But I wish I could just bring them here instead of leaving. I don't wanna leave. Not going to think about that just yet though.

Tonight - girly fun at the spa. *JOY* Tomorrow - romantic getaway that Spartan is being oddly mysterious about (?).

Hope you guys aren't missing me too much ;-D

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Insects, Insomnia and One More Day...

Yesterday, I decided to tackle the evil basement. You know - sorting through boxes, throwing stuff in the bin and generally making it tidy. You would naturally assume that a basement in a house that is 130 + years old would have it's creepy things but - I'm sure it isn't normal to hear spiders walking across the floor before you see them. Then there was the house centipedes *shiver* and we know I'm not much better with those. By the time I was finished each and every one of them had been assaulted with bleach and beaten into tiny carpets. (Some of which were big enough to actually become throw rugs.) I don't expect to recover; I am seriously damaged from the experience. Maybe not as much as the creatures - but badly enough.

I went on to clean out cabinets in the bathroom and mow the national park that makes up the backyard. All of this in a vain attempt to make time go by and to ensure that when I lay my head down to sleep that by force of sheer exhaustion, sleep would actually come... errrr... did not work. I was wide awake till two in the morning. So, I watched the Olympics and marvelled at their ability to defy gravity in the men's gymnastics.

Eventually I did fall asleep for 5 whole lovely hours. At least there's that. Now, I just have to get through the next day without my darling boy - and then two glorious weeks!

Now... for today - I'm off to do last minute packing, playing with babies and painting my toes!

I'll be back around sometime next week to say allo!

Sunday, August 10, 2008

I guilt tripped Slyde into tagging me...


1. What is his name? SPARTAN (but not really)

2. Who eats more? Well clearly him... cuz he weighs more (is that not logical?) and I'm a dainty little lady... *shhhh

3. Who said, “I love you” first? I think I "thought it at him" first but he said it. Cuz he is verra brave ;-) I immediately answered back; "I absolutely love you too!!" Which I do. Cuz he's lovely.
4. Who is taller? He is.

5. Who drives most when you are out together? He does. I preen in the mirror. (No, I don't really. K - maybe little bit...)

6. Who is more sensitive? Well. I have to say me - since I'm the one who breaks down sobbing massive amounts of tears on poor Spartan's shoulder for - well - no reason in particular except that it just seemed like a good place to put them. (It was just the once. I try to limit my psychotic episodes to once annually... kind of like a pap; not fun but seemingly necessary)

7. Who does the laundry? Well, we both do because we have our own houses BUT likely I will take over when we live under the same roof because I like to fold things... cathartic.

8. Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? We both sleep in the middle. Stacked like.

9. Who pays the bills? What bills? You mean, I'm supposed to actually pay bills? I thought they were just decorative.

10. Who cooks more? Spartan is in charge of steak (because he's gifted that way) but in most other ways - kitchen wise - I think I'll be slightly this side of "more" - as long as he's good with that.

11. Who is more stubborn? Well - see now... I will say me and he will say him and we will very stubbornly keep that stance.

12. Who is the first to admit they are wrong? Neither of us have EVER been wrong. But when one of us is - it'll be him ;-D (I JOKE).

13. Who has more siblings? We both have one. (Luckily it isn't eachother. Did I just say that? That's awful)

14. Who wears the pants in the relationship? Um. We really don't wear pants very often. (Just being honest)

15. What do you like to do together? Everything - as long as we're together. That's the most important part. I've never had more fun doing the most mundane tasks - as long as he's with me it's a great place to be.

16. Who eats more sweets? (me - but not like ALOT more... just the odd wee cookie now and again...booooo)

17. Guilty Pleasures? Me? - Those gossip magazines - once and a while.

18. How did you meet? My best friend introduced us (he lives next door to her).

19. Who asked whom out first? I really don't know... we just kind of ended up together every chance we got.

20. Who kissed who first? *blushes* we crashed into each other full speed and met right in the middle. Then I lost my breath and I still haven't gotten it back.

21. Who proposed? Haven't gotten there yet. ;-) Sheesh. You guys are pushy.

22. His best features and qualities? How long have you got? His heart, his smile, his sense of humour, his integrity... his ... him. All of him. Every bit. He's the best person I've ever known.

23. Tag some people... Hullaballoooooo and Stace... and anyone who else who likes these... I feel bad tagging just in case you loathe them. But let me know if you do it so I can come and be nosey!

Friday, August 08, 2008

Sleep deprivation, packing and grumpiness

For the last week, I have not been able to sleep properly. I wake up all night long, tossing and turning and trying to get comfortable - but to no avail. Sleep eludes me. I figure that eventually - I will be overcome with it and suffer an involuntary fit of narcolepsy (likely in the middle of driving or running on the treadmill - just to keep things interesting)

Good news - I am packed. I think. I'm so sleepy that I may have ended up only packing cocktail dresses and running shoes. But the suitcase is zipped up. As long as I don't forget my makeup - I'll survive somehow.

I'm also kind of grumpy and have been unintentionally shooting stink eye at inanimate objects and sweet little old ladies. This must be a combination of being tired, missing Spartan and cramps that are so horrible it feels like I'm being torn in half.

I also spend the last 30 minutes cleaning up an explosion of tiny red sparkly stars that one of Kat's kittens discovered, and decided to sprinkle about the living room while I made them all breakfast. Everything in the house was covered in them. COVERED. Nice.

I'm going to go hide under the bed.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Shopping, Packing and Fluffiness

I just got back from running a few errands - which included picking up a gift for a lingerie shower being given for a very good friend this weekend. So - of course - there happened to be a rather enticing sale on at the store... and so clearly I ended up with some lovely night apparel for next week. Very exciting. Said items are packed away and safely ensconced in tissue and scented rose petals awaiting their debut for Spartan *JOY*.

Unfortunately for me - it is right around that time of the month when I'm feeling absurdly fluffy (due to impending communist visit - you were all just dying to know that). For some reason the lighting in the store is from above - which anyone knows just makes all the flaws that much louder and more obvious! I think I will open a store for these types of purchases where they are lit only by candle light - and maybe have a team of hair stylists and make up artists as well - you know - so that you feel divinely sexy. Maybe even serve wine. I'd sell more - Or less. Or more of the items that are made of less - if you catch my drift.

As it stands - what I initially set out to purchase looked devilishly burlesque - what I ended up with more resembles a burka with a matching robe. Ah - but still somehow sexy in that middle eastern type of "leaving absolutely everything to the imagination" type of way... (not at all like the top picture sadly for me...)

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Babs had a photoshoot... poor kid.

Love this one - she is looking at her feet because they got dirty - yeegawts.


Getting ready to travel soon got me to thinking about all of the booze infused fun of yesteryear's with the people I will be visiting. This year - to add to the tomboozery there will be some aspiring Rock Stars thanks to Spartan's newest addition to the fun bucket; Rockband. OOH. This could make for some seriously funny pictures. Or videos. That would be funny - a Rockband 80's themed video; not for the purposes of blackmail (although...) more for posterity... really...

My BFF and old roomate is finally not preggo - (pic below is from about 10 years ago)

which means that she can once again join in the imbibing. Then she can once again do naughty things to Don Keigh (that would be Spartan and Ises "memory pinata"...

the cheesiness of our relationship cannot be outdone...and Carrie may burn me at the stake for taking that picture because I totally set it up to make it look much worse than it actually what are friends for?) and we may all, once again dress as ninjas and... not be seen.

We will also be attempting our Murder Mystery dinner once again... this time with the actual Murder Mystery to add to the mix. Didn't quite come together last time - which is cool because boy do I have a cool hair idea for round two. (Ditta Von Teese (sp?) here I come, lol)

Now I'm off to continue the long and laborious task of packing (and repacking) some of the stuff I will be dragging westward... and this time I think I may limit myself to 10 pairs of shoes... not counting my running shoes... so a grand total of 11. That's a good number.

Saturday, August 02, 2008

Kids Amaze Me

For the last little while my daughter has been asking to get her ears pierced. I was not one of those moms who could take her baby to get this done even though I thought it looked cute. I couldn't hurt her for ascetic reasons - I am not judging those of you who did though - I just couldn't myself. So, when she started asking I explained that it does hurt when they do it but -not for long. She is only 4 - so I really wanted her to understand. She just kept nodding and saying that she wanted it done. She begged me all the time.

So yesterday - my Mother and I ventured to the mall and took her to the place where they pierce ears. She scrambled up into the chair with a very determined look upon her face and prepared herself. The ladies scooched up beside her while she stared me straight in the face and *POW* - her eyes got wide and she looked a little shocked and then I said, "That's it - you did it! The worst is over-what a brave girl!" (and then I turned around so she wouldn't see MY tears and looked at my mother who was also crying - lol). It reminded me of the first shots my son ever had - I was crying so hard they had to let me sit and regain my composure - Roo was only upset for about 15 seconds and then rapidly returned to the happy cooing baby he was before I subjected him to such necessary torture, I however continued to wail for about 10 minutes - incoherently babbling something about being a terrible mother and asking how would my baby ever trust me again. (I also wept slightly when the supermarket was out of Cornish game hens recently - but that's another story.)

It looks cute. But I don't think I will ever get over the guilt of it all. Well - maybe... if she ever comes home with her nose or belly done... maybe then. Since the guilt will be overridden by shock and horror... even though I had mine done (nose only for about six months - it didn't work for me). Hypocrite? Absolutely. I have already told her she has to wait until she's 30 to get any more piercings... or go on a date. LOL.