Women can do anything..
If you know me, I NEVER prune my garden or take care of it. But lately its gotten quite out of hand, to the point where i cant stand going into my garden sanctuary.. so i knew something had to be done.
After weeks and weeks of Josh and me saying "we will do it next weekend when we're free", i got frankly, quite sick of it.
A brilliant idea occurred to me this afternoon - Why dont i try it myself?!! But along with this idea, doubts and fear set in..
"I've never done this before by myself.. what if i cant handle it??"
"What if it turns out reallly badly looking??"
"What if i accidentally snip off part of charlie's head?!"
After wrestling with the idea, rational set in:
"There's always a first for everything; how will you know if you dont give it a go??"
"IF it turns out really bad, you and CHarlie are the only ones that are going to look at it, so whatever!"
"YOu WONT charlie is really short, and just keep him away from the scissors"
So i tried.
THe photos of my victory are up on facebook.
Moral of the story: Women can so do anything, without having to rely on anyone else.
deb's outta there..
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Will he be alright? Is everything going to be okay??
Will they find something horribly wrong with him??All these questions play through my mind as I get ready to drop him off. This morning when I was dressing him I just couldn’t help realizing how quickly time passes. He’s nearly grown up. My little boy is becoming a man.
Well, today little Charlie is getting The Cut. In other words, he is getting spayed. Poor guy.. yes he has reached the 6 month adolescent stage where he is starting to hump Milo. No he is not gay, its just.. hormones.
I hope that
- Everything will be fine
- He will have an easy surgery.
- They wont find any complications
- He will be well enough for me to spoil tonight and the rest of the week.
deb's outta there..
The Real World Beckons darl..
I am sooo thoroughly exhausted. Every single part of me, physically and emotionally, aches. Partly due to Touch Footy in Singapore that was friggin awesome.
Thank you for coming to send me off. I couldn’t believe how nice everyone was. Its been like 7 years and each year everyone of you guys still come to the airport in one whole big group, and send me off. I mean, I just really, really appreciate u all making the effort and taking the time to do this.. sorry im getting abit emotional at the moment, and if I write a big thank you to everyone right now I think I would burst into tears, and since I’m at work at the moment, it would be soo weird (my boss sits in the next cubicle to me). Actually im feeling like I could burst into tears at any given point today but we shall not go there.
What can I say?
I just really miss you guys right now. I had a great time in Singapore but honey, the real world gently beckons again.
Not to sound dramatic but…
When I walked through the airport gates (okay, well more like, ran), I felt like well, I was being torn into two pieces.
There are aspects of my life that I love in Singapore, and there are the tiny little everyday aspects of my life here in good old Adelaide, South Australia. Hell, I love every single thing about living in Adelaide. The friends, the house, the job, the car, the gym (I even have a gym buddy!!) I can see myself living here forever and ever amen. I mean lets face it, I love the Australian way of life and I love being (well, partly, bloody Australian).
I love the Australian landscape and its curious beauty.
I love the weather and its seasons.
I love my Aussie life and being part Aussie.
I love my Job – its comfortable and what Singapore will call slack, even by Aussie standards.
I love the people I work with.
I love my dog Charlie, and my cat Milo. And I love living with them.
I love going to the gym in the evenings (and some early mornings), sweating it out (sometimes with Serena) and planning my health and fitness.
I love being soo independent, having to budget from week to week.
I love my car and my house (I can actually say its my house, one that im paying off).
I love Josh and his family. I love that he has a family here.
I love my church life, what I do and what im about.
In reality, I love everything about this life, and I mean everything.
Then there is the family and friends that I’ve grown up with in Singapore. I don’t know everything and I don’t have all the facts about moving back to Singapore. I think that I may not even enjoy the lifestyle, especially the one where u stay in Singapore to work, not for a holiday.
But I do know how it feels at night when there is no one there but you. I swear one of the only things keeping me sane is actually listening to my dog snore.
I do know what a panic attack feels like at 2am in the morning.
The worst one I had was when I actually bought my dog Charlie and Josh had to come over at 1am to reassure me that everything was going to be alright and he was there for us and he was a part of the whole “getting a dog” idea. I was a wreck and tears were streaming down my face. Crying soo hard that I couldn’t even breathe and mucus was all over my face, yet how nice was he to reassure me.
I do know how it feels to come home to an empty house.
I do know what it is to feel like an outsider in a place where families are all around galore but not mine. Its like a kid standing outside a big crowded lolly shop in the middle of winter; in the cold, rain and wind just looking hungrily at all the lollies, wishing with all heart that he/she could be inside that shop.
I do know what loneliness is.
I do know now why Aussies drink so much (ha ha).
God give me direction I don’t know what to do. Move to Singapore or not?
I need direction and I need peace and I need to sleep. Sleep without interruption. A dreamless sleep...
deb's outta there..
