Oct 11, 2014
Me: but in your heart I was always your girlfriend...
Jonathan: in my heart you were always my rib.
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Me: but in your heart I was always your girlfriend...
Jonathan: in my heart you were always my rib.
I love my husband! That's all I can think about. Some days we argue, some days we yell (I yell), but all days we love each other and I could not have wished for anything other than what we have. I only wish we also had a house and a baby or two or three or four. Wait for someone you can be honest and free with, and then jump all in. It's so worth it.
i haven't written in a while. i guess i used to write more when i was sad or had nothing to look forward to. now i am married and happy and try to make dinners and look pretty at night. maybe i could blog about what i made for dinner or other stuff like that. I kind of feel uneasy. something is not right. i think about not having any friends a lot. of course my husband is my best friend and we walk this life together, but i want girl friends. i miss having that. i don't know how other people make friends. also, i think i might need a project or something else to keep me busy while i'm waiting on Jonathan at home. I kind of don't really know what i want. yes, i want a dog, a house, a baby, etc. but none of those i can have right now. feel lost a little. maybe it's time to work out more, or maybe learn how to cook, or get back into baking and reading. I know that stuff won't make me happy and won't give me the human interaction i want so much. I miss my mom a lot. mostly because she has always and especially in the last few years been my very best friend and now she is so far and with every year it's weirdly further and further. idk. anyway. hopefully tomorrow will be different.
oh, btw, i doubt anyone other that my hubbster actually reads this, but i decided to change my approach to this blog and not to reblog as much and to actually blog and post pictures and stuff on here. we'll see if i actually carry it out.
The trouble with 5am.
So hubby has been making an effort to get up at 5am every morning to be to work by 6. This is, by very foundation, against every fiber of our being. Generally speaking we thought we'd be the late night type for all of eternity, with kids or not. But since the pancreatitis and me not drinking anymore, and then him skipping the booze for the duration of baby cooking, it's entertaining to see just how domestically and adult like we are. (that was a joke...) Anyway. I go back to work Sunday, which is sort of a blessing but sort of not. I'm never ready when the time comes. But it'll be nice to count on the steady paycheck.
He's been going up to the mountain every weekend, which is awesome for him. But it means getting up at the ass crack of dawn on Saturday or Sunday. On these days at least I try and get up with him and make him breakfast. Which is awesome cause I get up and get moving...but then I tend to crash a few hours later. So I don't want to make myself breakfast too at 5am.
But listen. Bacon egg and cheese breakfast sammies smell pretty damn good. It's difficult to not whip up deliciousness that early.
Day 5
A song that reminds you of someone:
"My blue Heaven" by Taking Back Sunday