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Today is Monday September 21, 2020

136 Posts By lilian

  • Aye carumba!

    Look at what my dearest mum did in preparation for my wedding!!!

    Isn’t she a dear for making my big day as special and memorable as can be? She did up the entrance of the house all pretty. That big red bow – is 50 metres of cloth!!!

    And this is a t-shirt that my favourite sister got for me… just because I must certainly be her favourite sister too! She knows pandas are one of my favourite things in the world.

  • I cry alot

    I am a cry baby.

    I feel like crying in frustration when I am stuck in traffic. I feel like the entire world is against me because I am stuck in traffic. Yes, I am a moron that way. Yes, I am not a good person in that way. People all around the world have far bigger problems – no clean water, starvation, natural disasters – and here I am thinking the world is against me because… I am stuck in traffic. (Yeah – I know they’d be people out there who want to put me on a bus to the land of flames and gory)

    At the moment, the thought of moving out, makes me want to cry. It’s not because I don’t want to live with my husband to be. He is after all a sweetheart, and will give in to me as long as I don’t infringe his boundaries – whatever that means. (But that’s another story). I will miss my mum. I will miss my sister. I will miss my dogs. I will miss everything that I have at home now.

    And it’s not even like I am moving out of the country, or out of the state – I am moving 20 minutes away from home.

    I am excited about my wedding and moving out to my new home – the next chapter. And yet – the thought is overwhelming, and I am of mixed nerves, and feelings.

    And I am constantly on the verge of tears.

    I imagine myself entering walking in at the dinner reception to the song I have chosen (All you need is love – Bee Gees) and I get all teary eyed.

    I imagine myself making a speech – and I am afraid I might not make it (nervousness set aside). I am choked with emotions – the thought of it is making me want to cry. Not that my speech is even near ready!!! I only think about what I want to say and even thinking about it – I feel a tightening in my chest, butterflies in my stomach, and I feel like throwing up.

    What kind of a nut job am I? Oh – and a big wimp while we’re at it.

    But you know what? I will survive this experience, and I will triumph. I am certain of this because I am one lucky woman who will have those closest to me be there for me and to support me – and to love me no matter what.

  • Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick! Tock!

    I was wandering around aimlessly (AGAIN!) deciding what to have for lunch – and stopped by Swatch.

    Fell in love with this cute watch (Cuddle-Crafts Collection) :

    And I went to get it the very next day. YES! I contemplated overnight. And with a name like Snuggle Bunch who could resist – right? Can you see the cute little bears? All I wanted to do is lick it to see if it tasted as sweet as it looks. C’mon! Baby blue!

    Anyways, the last time I wore a Swatch watch was back in secondary school. When I was thirteen.

    And I have never noticed how loud the ticking sound is! I certainly did not notice it at the shop (too noisy?).

    So, the ticking was keeping me awake last night – so I put it in the bathroom. And when I was all blurry eyed in the bathroom this morning – I hear this ticking sound, and I was thinking to myself; is that a leak??!! Tick-tick-tick-tick.

    And this morning when I got to work, and the office was all quiet – Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick! Tick!

    Tick! Tick! My Snuggle Bunch! Tick! New watch! Tick!Tick! Tick!

  • The Rain

    At a beautiful resort, and stuck indoors… there’s a thunderstorm going on outside! Not like I wasn’t expecting this because the weather forecast did say it was going to pour. All day and all night.

    After this – I am going to watch Brokeback Mountain. Can’t believe I have not watched this movie before!

  • Don’t look back…

    I was trying out my new camera lense, and after all of a couple of tens of minutes – even my sister being the most patient one – no one wanted to pose for me anymore.

    So taking pictures of backs seemed to be the way to go.