Would you laugh or cry?

Today, I saw my dad, I know, big deal!

Well when I say I got married on the 25th August and this is the first time I've seen him since then it makes my surprise a bit more plausible. That's what? 7 months ago? And that is actually a short break compared to ones we've had before.

He came to drop some Arepa's off at work and to my delight and astonishment he surprised me by bringing me packed lunch. Yep, those heart strings were as taut as they could get. My dad had actually brought me something! I ran up the stairs to the office gripping my packed lunch like a kid with an Easter egg. I opened my little container up.....and inside was some rice with MUSSELS!! I think my dad is trying to kill me. :(

Yes it was comical and picturing the headlines did make me giggle. Or calling him from the emergency room while my throat closed up over a long Easter weekend did have me in stitches. But, on a much deeper level how sad that my own dad doesn't know what could kill me. How sad that he knows me so very little.

I truly hope that if I ever have the pleasure of having babies their father (Halil I hope or I will be in the dog house) will know them and want to always know all their peculiarities.

P.S. I don't have the heart to bin it. What do I do with it. :(

Brrrrrrrr weekend

Well things certainly are upside down in the UK. 

The weekend saw rain, snow, grey skies and freezing temperatures. This time last year there were pictures of people on the beach!!! Stupid, stupid miserable country stuck at the mercy of the jet stream. 

I couldn't find the strength, or an urgent enough reason, to venture outside so I spent every minute of the 48 hours in my flat. By the end of Saturday, most of which I spent alone, I felt that I had extended the day to it's maximum. I cleaned the flat, washed and folded clothes, cooked, painted the hallway, did some knitting, watched tv and had an unimaginable amount of tea and coffee to stay warm.  After such a full-on day Sunday was set to be a laid back relaxy-prepary-for-Monday sort of day. Or so I thought, until Hal decided to DIY. I couldn't just sit around and watch. No way! So out came the darker shade of grey and of she went painting one living room wall that became 3 living room walls and opps suddenly it was 8pm. Sunday was over :(.

On an extremely positive note, we got a lot done and in such an unexpected way. :)

^ Managed to clean my make up brushes, yay!

^ Not looking good at 6pm ahhhhhhhhh!

^By 9pm it looked much better

^ the Mr's wardrobe (pure talent)

^It was all too much for us

^ Cute stitch I found :) How long before I undo it all? Place your bets people!

^ Not Bella's most flattering position but she is a heart melter.

That's all my half frostbiten little fingers can manage.... How was your weekend?

Whats been happening (in pictures)...........

^ Our Bella decided in my drawers is where she wants to sleep and refused to moved. Seriously I took her out lets say 10 times and she kept going back. In the end I couldn't get angry with that green eyed beauty.

 ^ We celebrated our 8 YEAR anniversary in Hache with our sort of food...BURGER AND CHIPS!

 ^ We tested our dutch tiny pancake maker, and burnt it on the 1st batch. We got so excited eating we forgot we had left it on the hob and everything got a little smoky.

^ Halk turned his superhero powers against a car....

^ I dribbled over Archie's Girls limited edition MAC collection. And tore myself away to take Bella to the vets. 

^ Our little one got a skin infection and blew my budget for MAC's Archie's Girls. 

Feeling blue....

My feelings and the British weather have a lot in common let me expand on this...

We had two lovely sunny days that beat some of our favorite holiday destinations current temperatures, followed by what looks like a miserable all day long drizzly and grey day.  Can I add that according to my iphones weather thingy the weather will continue being depressing for the next 5 days a least. 

According to my mood things are pretty dismal in my head too, hence the similarities. I don't mean to suggest that I am walking around with a long face or not wanting to get on with daily tasks this is not the situation at all. It's more like carrying an extra large camping rucksack around all day you know it's there because how do you ignore the weight? It tries to slow you down and drag you down with each step, from time to time you get to sit down and remove it but, inevitably you have to strap it back on and carry on walking. 

I have an emotional camping rucksack! Is everyone else carrying one? Perhaps some lucky sods are carrying only emotional clutch bags but surely I am not alone in this.

So lets open this rucksack up and rummage through the content, shall we? Well on the top we have money worries this full to the rim at the moment because frankly everything is expensive and we can't get by without money so it takes centre stage or in this case it's right on the top of the bag for easy access. Underneath this we have the where-am-I-going-in-life compartment this section was reduced last year when we bought our flat and got married, because we suddenly had a bit of direction in life. Nonetheless, This bit has always been disproportionately large. Also, it was at this point that the extension zip had to be opened above and any space we opened up here was taken in a blink of an eye. Then we get to the messy jumbled up section of the bag where everything is all tangled up and you find all sorts of things you didn't know you carried. You'll find the where-does-my-time-go pouch with a broken zipper (it's extremely over used), a what-am-I-good-at umbrella with a few broken bits and a hole. A selection of half empty (or half full) lip balms in Nothing-motivates-me, I-can't-find-the-time, I-don't-know-where-to-start and the recent favorites which are bang on trend It's-too-late-I-wasted-too-much-time and Why-bother! Of course that leaves the scrunched up tear stained when-will-things-get-easier tissues and a few odds and sods of we'll-never-be able-to-have-kids, how-do-others-manage and I won't go on because frankly some content is best kept private. :)

P.S. What type of bay to you carry? Or better still have you found a way to get rid of the bag altogether?

P.P.S Perhaps I should make my rucksack yellow and hang little cuddly things of it to cheer me up when I see it. 

P.P.P.S If you are completely lost by my rambling please ignore and don't report me to any asylum. I assure you I am harmless. :)

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