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penamerican:

"But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin." - Brave New World 

Happy Birthday, Aldous Huxley!

penamerican:

"But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin." - Brave New World

Happy Birthday, Aldous Huxley!

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penamerican:

"I labor, I spend, I strive, I design, I love, I cling, I uphold, I give way, I envy, I long, I scorn, I die, I hide, I want. Faster, much faster than any man could make the tally." - Seize the Day
Carpe Diem in honor of Saul Bellow's birthday, born 99 years ago!

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penamerican:

"I labor, I spend, I strive, I design, I love, I cling, I uphold, I give way, I envy, I long, I scorn, I die, I hide, I want. Faster, much faster than any man could make the tally." - Seize the Day

Carpe Diem in honor of Saul Bellow's birthday, born 99 years ago!

Image from barnesandnoblereview.com

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DIY Experiment

I have the DIY bug…passed onto me from my younger sister. As I’m currently in Canada I can’t build anything substantial. So I’m practicing. A piece of wood for $1 and some stain = beautiful Barnwood Frame. That’s it. Plans by the fabulous Ana White and if you are interested in building your own furniture go to her site NOW. I’m inspired….which says a lot as I spend 90% of my time in pajamas. Only difference is that now my pj’s are covered in sawdust :)image

Filed under anawhite barnwood picture frame too much time on my hands diy

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I’m heading home.

Just for a visit. Not sure for how long yet but I can’t wait to see my family!! I’m going to miss M!! Such a bag of mixed emotions but I have finally come to terms with the fact that I will always be saying goodbye to someone I love at the airport. Which is sucky. However, I feel I need to go home and rejuvenate emotionally. Last week I received another job rejection, which surprised me because I thought I had nailed it. Immediately after the interview I told M that if they offered me the job I would stay. It would have been SO easy. Damn it. I was more disappointed than I thought I would be.

So now the happiness and anticipation has taken a back seat to missing M. It’s weird how actions change when a departure is near. Our kisses linger a little longer, our hugs a little tighter. There is an underlying melancholy that will be with both of us until the day I leave. It’s not like we haven’t been through it before, and both of us handle it well. I honestly think some time apart is good for relationships but wow will I miss him.

Filed under Love Long Distance Relationships Home

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claire-schultz:

Someone who is busier than you is running right now xoxo #fridayfitspo #fitspo #loveyourbody #fitfam #instafit #Movenourishbelieve #mnb #lj2013 #motivation #noexcuses #workforit #justdoit #eatyourheartout #insanity #DigDeeper #tracyanderson #yoga

claire-schultz:

Someone who is busier than you is running right now xoxo #fridayfitspo #fitspo #loveyourbody #fitfam #instafit #Movenourishbelieve #mnb #lj2013 #motivation #noexcuses #workforit #justdoit #eatyourheartout #insanity #DigDeeper #tracyanderson #yoga

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I want a dog.

I’ve been pestering M for a couple months about it. It’s the perfect time really. I am currently unemployed which would give me loads of time to train, raise, feed, and love the pup. Plus, I really could use the companionship and unconditional affection while M is at work. I was talking with my little sis and mentioning that numerous days can go by without me actually speaking to another person. How sad is that? It also made me feel like a pretty big loser. I rationalize the dog would make me feel less-loserly. M doesn’t buy it, and he’s pretty sure it is forbidden in our rental agreement. So for now I am stuck with this:

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Gender and name up for debate. The tag says Quiksilver and M believes that is its’ name. I refuse to believe anyone would name their cat Quiksilver mainly because it’s stupid and not fitting for a chubby feline whatsoever. Quiksilver must be the brand of the tag right? M and I agree he’s probably male and have labelled him Mr. Meowy. Meowys’ left upper lip always gets stuck in his gums and he has CRAZY eyes….making him look like a psycho snarling jerk of a cat. He’s not; at least to humans he’s not. The first day I met Meowy was shortly after I moved to Perth. I was having a cig in our covered area outside and he waltzed up like he owned the place. He looked mean; really mean and he just sat there and stared at me with his toothy sneer. I was pretty sure he was going to slice me.

I couldn’t have been MORE wrong. The cat is a slut. Always rubbing up on you and overstaying his welcome. 6:30am and he’s at the back door. Meow. Wait 2 seconds. Meow. Wait 2 seconds. He’s an annoying meowing metronome. His ability might be remarkable if it wasn’t so fucking irritating. This was 90% my fault. Maybe more? I had been giving Meowy treats every day, three little pieces of kibble that he now demanded upon arrival. M and I agreed that the treats had to stop. He was TOO comfortable at our place.

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Cutting him off wasn’t as easy as I assumed it would be. Meowy would play dead outside just so I would open the door to check on him. It was quite brilliant actually, I almost gave him a treat just for the effort.

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One night a couple weeks ago he mistook our house for his genuine home. From 3am to 7am he meowed. Constantly. Wanting in. Meow. Wait 2 seconds. Meow. Wait 2 seconds. I didn’t want to go downstairs and acknowledge him because then he would win. Attention granted! I feared he would be back every night if I acknowledged his existence. It was a mental battle that I had to win. I HAD to win. He’s a cat, I’m human. The loss would have been devastating. You thought you were a loser before….

I rarely see Meowy these days. After the treats stopped and he started to shit in our garden things got real. M turned the garden hose on him the rare times he would venture over. It was a little harsh but absolutely necessary. I prefer my garden veg without cat feces thank you very much. Without Meowy around my focus is now on acquiring a pup. Besides, what better way to keep the cats at bay? Maybe I’ll just take a quick look at the animal shelter site :)

Filed under meow pets cats iwantadog

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Don’t call it a comeback…

One post does not a blog make :) With many changes going on in my life, I have a renewed dedication to my writing. It is something I love that brings me great comfort and demands complete honesty. I also write so I feel like I have accomplished something productive during the work week. Good enough for me, hopefully it’s good enough for you. Let’s move on then, shall we?

My first post was over two years ago (available at thisiswherei.blogspot.com). I was pretty content at that moment, as content as I get when eating a turkey dinner spread at the Winters’ house. I have realized that I am a very restless, hyper-sensitive person. Never quite happy with what I have, where I am, where I’m going or who I’m going there with. It’s a crazy way to live but I think I am finally figuring out how to do it. Yes, the tides have turned…I have actually made a decision that I am absolutely confident in. I am now an Australian citizen.

Well, not really. They (and when I say ”they” I mean the “Australian government” as “they” seem to want to make my residency difficult and I feel the need to label them in an accusatory manner) are only allowing me to be here on a limited, time trial basis. It’s a messed up relationship, one where I do all the heavy lifting and Australia lets me know if I’m good enough to become a permanent member in two years time. As long as I get a job, behave appropriately, avoid criminal convictions (ironic Australia?), and carry on a happy, fulfilling partnership with M I shall be accepted! How exhausting is that? 

I’ll bide my time, Australia is a fabulous place to bide time. I keep busy exercising (yes, I am at least doing that), laundry, shopping, etc. All the wifely duties while M works his ass off. Despite feeling completely useless most of the time I’m relatively happy with my mundane schedule AND I do realize it is a schedule most people will envy. I don’t have kids; my days are wide open spaces that I am able to fulfill with wants instead of needs. I fully realize this “free” time is a luxury that will not last and I’m attempting to enjoy every single minute of it.

Here’s what it comes down to. I will write about my daily life and struggles, hopefully inject some humour and perspective into this foreign land that I now call home. It’s meant to be entertaining: you might laugh, you might cry, you might hate it. I don’t care. I’m doing it for me. Let’s move on then, shall we?