So, how happy was I last night? Mulder and Scully have started gracing my screen with NEW episodes. NEW ones!! So totally excited right now. I can't believe I have to wait for Sunday now. Every. Single. Sunday. For the next 5 or so weeks. The first episode back really grabbed my attention. This week, when I saw the prompt for I Must Confess over at My Home Truths, I knew I had to take part. You see, I probably watch way too much TV. I have a number of guilty TV pleasures. But, having a four year old, I don't really get to indulge them as much as I used to. Here's my Top 5 - and believe me, it's hard to narrow down, plus I've used TV shows that I've stumbled across on Netflix. In no particular order: The Almighty Johnsons - A great New Zealand series about four brothers and their relative (I won't give it away), who are re-incarnated versions of Norse Gods. Sense8 - An awesome Netflix original series where one person can have 7 other connections to people, normally in different parts of the world. Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt - Another Netflix original. Has a damn catchy theme song (watch it here). Laughs abound. Jane The Virgin - Catchy, but stupid. Sometimes I wanted to just stop watching, but I couldn't! Stargate SG-1 - The ONLY series (apart from Firefly) that I own in its entirety. Enough said. I'm a pretty open, straightforward person, so most people know that I watch these shows, but they give me so much stick about it, that I just give up listening to them these days, haha. Ok - enough of the distraction. It's killing me to sit here (in pain after physio) so I'd best sign off. Keep an eye out for more confessions from me this year. Linking up with Kirsty at My Home Truths for
I must confess.... I have been VERY slack on the blogging front.
The JOMC household does things big in December, and I'm not talking about Christmas. 2 years ago, DD blessed us with her early arrival. And this year, we decide to sell and buy a house! Yep. In our infinite wisdom, we do it in December. And the new place settled on Friday the 13th.
I've missed blogging and the opportunities it presents to get things off my chest. It's also been hard because our laptop gave up the ghost and stopped working. Granted, we've had the new one about a month now, but I never knew DH's password to unlock it. Story of my life hahaha.
Since I last blogged in October so much has happened, not just the house stuff. My depression and anxiety has flared up. I have had a few bad attacks. It got to the point where I have had to start seeing a psychologist. Through my employer, I have access to 5 sessions paid for by them. And that has come in extremely handy. My attacks have reduced but I have been suffering other health problems where I have to have the dreaded cameras up and down next month. I've continued losing weight, and am now nearly 20kg lighter than when I started the year, and that is not through diet or exercise.
And November saw JOMC turn one. I missed my first year blog-iversary. It was something I really wanted to celebrate but life had other ideas.
I've also been mulling over the fact we're not having an actual birthday party for DD this year. We're going to celebrate as a family, but just don't see why she has to have a party every year. Is that ok? Does that make us bad parents? We are having a little Christmas celebration with my friends the night of her birthday and we will have my best friends little girl who is only a year older than DD. So it's not like she won't have someone to play with. I AM making cupcakes for daycare on Friday and supplying fruit for the child who isn't allowed sweets. That way she can celebrate with her daycare friends. We don't even know 90% of the other families.
Also, DH has been arguing about how much money we've spent on DD. I honestly don't think it's that much. She's getting two main presents for Christmas and one for her birthday. All up, probably just over $100 for ALL 3 items. He won't believe me that there are people who spend that on just one present and then buy more. I think he got a bit frightened by the stuff I put on layby during the toy sale which was farmed out to his sister. It was so I knew what DD was getting and also helps my sister-in-law as she has her own little guy to worry about this year.
Anyway, that's enough rambling from me. I need to go and vacuum the floors and couch, and put a bra on, just in case someone decides they want to look through our current place.
Oh, and today, I'm linking up with Kirsty over at My Home Truths for I Must Confess
I must confess that this week's prompt from My Home Truths has really caught me. Kirsty wants us to confess the Soundtrack to our Lives.
Music has always played a huge role in my life. I'm not creative enough to be able to play an instrument, or sing all that well, but it's been a constant for me.
We were only talking at work the other day about how a song has the ability to transport you to a time and a place in an instant. It can knock a decade off and all of a sudden, you're back to being that kid in high school. Which can sometimes be pretty awkward.
I don't know if I can commit to Kirsty's recommended 10. I either have too many that don't mean that much, or not enough that mean everything.
But here goes and they're in no particular order.
I Go Back - Kenny Chesney - This song sums up how I feel.
Turn Back Time - Cher - It was playing when I was at daycare as a small child, and I loved it then. Also holds a special meaning when played at a friends service
Maggie May - Rod Stewart - No particular reason, I just love it.
I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing - Aerosmith - I'm suddenly 13 again and starting what would end up being the biggest health battle in my life.
Rollin' (Air Rad Vehicle) - Limp Bizkit - This signified my big rebellion and when I'm feeling a little kick arse I love to crank this if I can find the CD!
Flame Trees - Cold Chisel - Not sure what it is, but this cheers me up for some reason when I'm feeling a bit blue. Maybe it's singing it at the top of my lungs.
Volare (Nel Blu Di Pinto Di Blu) - Russell Watson - my first foray outside of "mainstream" music (well as mainstream as country music is!) It's also the first time I have tried to learn lyrics in a language other than English.
Bit of an odd mix there, I know - I try to listen to such a large variety, but I have to admit I don't listen to much of the new stuff these days.
I'm off now. Probably to go pick up a coffee and crank a bit of Kansas.
I'm taking a very brave step this week and I am linking up with Kirsty at My Home Truths for I Must Confess..
The prompt given for this post was Young Love. I've thought it through very hard, to share or not to share. If I was talking to you face to face, I'd most likely tell you the story, all while blushing with sheer embarrassment. After reading Kirsty's confession this morning, apart from one or two things, I felt like I was reading something I had written about my own teenage years. I was never really a "girly" girl. But nor was I a tomboy - I was stuck in that weird in between - not really anything special. Oh, I was a bit of a geek - I loved studying Economics (and I'm kicking myself 11 years later that I never went to uni to study it further) and was (and to a degree, still am) totally obsessed with Stargate.
I used to sing this to myself a LOT at high school....
When a boy, who also liked Stargate, asked me out on Valentine's Day in Grade 12, I was so shocked and at the same time stoked, that someone had an interest in me. We broke up almost a year later. It wasn't pretty. I'm ashamed at my behaviour but my heart was shattered. I haven't spoken to him since. If I see a member of his family, I smile politely but never stop. About 8 months after we broke up, I heard on the grapevine that he had "come out" and I struggled a lot with this news. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad he could finally admit his true feelings, but there was also a (very big) part of me that couldn't deal with it. My heart shattered again, after me finally putting it back together. I remember going out to the pub with my friends, and crying, asking them what was wrong with me. Was I that ugly, fat, uncaring, useless, that I had to be used as a cover story? What did I *do* to make him gay? Usually that last question was after my last drink for the night. Did I love him? I think I did. Was I ever really in love with him? Looking back, I don't think I was. We ruined a really good friendship. And I didn't fight for it in the end. Sometimes I think about sending him a Facebook message to see how he's doing, but then I stop myself.
I was that scared by the whole experience, that I was VERY wary of starting a new relationship with anyone, lest he turn out to be gay too. So for two years, I flirted, and danced with guys at my favourite pub, but never went any further than that. Oh, there was one guy who did the old boob grab, but it was New Year's Eve. I finally got back on the scene and was introduced to a lovely guy through a work colleague who was dating one of his good mates. It took him four years to propose and five years in total to marry me.
Sometimes we fight, and get cranky with each other, but hey, we bounce back each time and we have a gorgeous little girl. We make very good looking babies! How do I know that I am in love with my husband? There are days I want to throttle him, until I realise I can never live without him.
My young love experience wasn't great, but I managed to stick it out until Mr Right finally arrived!
