Does this qualify me as a modern 'GEEK'?
Horay!!
For a few months now I have been reading my fiancées (still getting used to that term) live journal. In fact the other night I spend most of the night reading every entry he had written. I'm not a snoop or anything like that; I did endeavour to get his OK first albeit while he was bound and gagged - not my fault he was unable to respond!! So I read everything and it turned out to be the best book I have ever read, it had a bit of everything... laughter, tears, laughter, personal philosophies, laughter, a few personal tantrums oh and did I mention laughter - there were bits in there that I still think about and smile. But more importantly (believe it or not) it proved to be a useful tool in getting to know the man I am about to marry even more. Hell we talk non-stop, spend almost every waking hour together, and have travelled together but nothing compared to being inspired by ones deepest thoughts. So here I am... to hopefully return the favour and inspire him right back.
I'm not even sure how long this 'journal' novelty will last, do you know the types who constantly start things and are obsessed with the idea of it, then ask them a few weeks later and it's like... "What journal? Please that was sooooooo yesterday girlfriend"?. Well that's me! But what the hey, let's give this thing a whirl.
Firstly prior to beginning my journal journey I will make a few apologies upfront, that way I'm legally covered from here on in and can forget about using the word sorry ever again. This is after all, supposed to be my personal thoughts, I just choose to share them with a selected few but the important thing of all (and you must remember this) is that YOU CHOSE TO READ IT!
* I apologise if I hurt anyone’s feelings (will never be a deliberate antic of mine)
* I apologise if your having a bad day and then you have to read about my whinging (will keep the sadness to a minimum)
* Finally, I apologise for any spelling or grammar errors (I always spell 'the' like this...teh, its caused by my finger sequencing to be tardish).
Now what? *ponders* 5 minutes pass, *rubs hands together*
OK I'll start my first journal entry with something embarrassing that happened to me today. I had lunch with a very important client and she decided that it would be a spectacular idea to go out to the international airport (that’s where the people I employ work) to have a look at my little recruits in action. Seemed like a fabulous idea at lunch but then I get this little niggle in my shoe, in fact niggle is a nice word; from here on in it shall be 'the blister bitch from hell'. Anyway we walked upstairs, down stairs, and even out on the tar mac (won’t even mention my hair do when I got back inside, oh and I was wearing a skirt mmm nice - the wind). So when the clients back was turned I limped and started to just drag the left foot along whilst pulling funny faces of pain. These shoes are fairly new but I have worn them a few times now, anyhoo when I got home I whipped them off to assess the damage. You wont believe what I found... the cardboard lining was still in the shoe!!! Very un-cool, oh and did you read the bit where I told you I had worn them a few times. What a dick!!
Hamish is away... again. It would seem he can only tolerate me in very small doses!!! Monthly doses in fact, every month he comes to me smiling sweetly and says "Honey" with his best pleading voice. Since I am now tuned into this little antic I simply respond with, "Where to and for how long" oh and "Will there be another love affair with fish"? That's right I'm marrying a mad fisherman, who has mad fishing buddies with mad fishing fathers. I too came close to becoming a fisherwomen, my dad (who for the record had a mad fishing father) decided that the whole family should go fishing one day. Mum hooked herself in the back (twice), dad was scaling a 'blow fish' (you know the poisonous fish to eat) - thank god a real fisherman came by and told us this. So my fisherwomen days died right there on the jetty when I realised that dad almost killed us all!! Although Hamish actually does know what the hell he is doing. However, I get confused with the modern fishing techniques and all the gadgets available these days. They use balloons for fishing, I use balloons for parties. They use cock holders to stick the rods in to support their backs (is that right Ham?), I use my hands as cock holders. They use sinkers on the end of the line, I actually got given sinkers for a birthday present as a joke and I thought they were feathered earrings. I think its fair to say that I was never meant to fish... I was meant to party, hold cocks and accessorise!!
OK I think that's enough for one night - not bad for a first entry, bloody long (oh can I swear on this)?
Tootles
For a few months now I have been reading my fiancées (still getting used to that term) live journal. In fact the other night I spend most of the night reading every entry he had written. I'm not a snoop or anything like that; I did endeavour to get his OK first albeit while he was bound and gagged - not my fault he was unable to respond!! So I read everything and it turned out to be the best book I have ever read, it had a bit of everything... laughter, tears, laughter, personal philosophies, laughter, a few personal tantrums oh and did I mention laughter - there were bits in there that I still think about and smile. But more importantly (believe it or not) it proved to be a useful tool in getting to know the man I am about to marry even more. Hell we talk non-stop, spend almost every waking hour together, and have travelled together but nothing compared to being inspired by ones deepest thoughts. So here I am... to hopefully return the favour and inspire him right back.
I'm not even sure how long this 'journal' novelty will last, do you know the types who constantly start things and are obsessed with the idea of it, then ask them a few weeks later and it's like... "What journal? Please that was sooooooo yesterday girlfriend"?. Well that's me! But what the hey, let's give this thing a whirl.
Firstly prior to beginning my journal journey I will make a few apologies upfront, that way I'm legally covered from here on in and can forget about using the word sorry ever again. This is after all, supposed to be my personal thoughts, I just choose to share them with a selected few but the important thing of all (and you must remember this) is that YOU CHOSE TO READ IT!
* I apologise if I hurt anyone’s feelings (will never be a deliberate antic of mine)
* I apologise if your having a bad day and then you have to read about my whinging (will keep the sadness to a minimum)
* Finally, I apologise for any spelling or grammar errors (I always spell 'the' like this...teh, its caused by my finger sequencing to be tardish).
Now what? *ponders* 5 minutes pass, *rubs hands together*
OK I'll start my first journal entry with something embarrassing that happened to me today. I had lunch with a very important client and she decided that it would be a spectacular idea to go out to the international airport (that’s where the people I employ work) to have a look at my little recruits in action. Seemed like a fabulous idea at lunch but then I get this little niggle in my shoe, in fact niggle is a nice word; from here on in it shall be 'the blister bitch from hell'. Anyway we walked upstairs, down stairs, and even out on the tar mac (won’t even mention my hair do when I got back inside, oh and I was wearing a skirt mmm nice - the wind). So when the clients back was turned I limped and started to just drag the left foot along whilst pulling funny faces of pain. These shoes are fairly new but I have worn them a few times now, anyhoo when I got home I whipped them off to assess the damage. You wont believe what I found... the cardboard lining was still in the shoe!!! Very un-cool, oh and did you read the bit where I told you I had worn them a few times. What a dick!!
Hamish is away... again. It would seem he can only tolerate me in very small doses!!! Monthly doses in fact, every month he comes to me smiling sweetly and says "Honey" with his best pleading voice. Since I am now tuned into this little antic I simply respond with, "Where to and for how long" oh and "Will there be another love affair with fish"? That's right I'm marrying a mad fisherman, who has mad fishing buddies with mad fishing fathers. I too came close to becoming a fisherwomen, my dad (who for the record had a mad fishing father) decided that the whole family should go fishing one day. Mum hooked herself in the back (twice), dad was scaling a 'blow fish' (you know the poisonous fish to eat) - thank god a real fisherman came by and told us this. So my fisherwomen days died right there on the jetty when I realised that dad almost killed us all!! Although Hamish actually does know what the hell he is doing. However, I get confused with the modern fishing techniques and all the gadgets available these days. They use balloons for fishing, I use balloons for parties. They use cock holders to stick the rods in to support their backs (is that right Ham?), I use my hands as cock holders. They use sinkers on the end of the line, I actually got given sinkers for a birthday present as a joke and I thought they were feathered earrings. I think its fair to say that I was never meant to fish... I was meant to party, hold cocks and accessorise!!
OK I think that's enough for one night - not bad for a first entry, bloody long (oh can I swear on this)?
Tootles