Melspeth, The Other Blog

I feel loved when...

The Five Love Languages

My Primary Love Language is Physical Touch

<th colspan="2">My Detailed Results:</th>

Physical Touch:	10
Quality Time:	6
Acts of Service:	6
Words of Affirmation:	5
Receiving Gifts:	3

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Greetings, faithful readers  (well, reader, at least)...

This weekend is a wedding craft extravaganza.  We have several people coming over to do stuff, including sewing table runners, hem fabric, paint pots, do silk flower arrangements, paint table markers, construct pew markers, bead my veil, prepare the guest/scrapbook pages and stitch the ring pillow.  Oy! 

I am touched and humbled by the number of people who have agreed to help and I am grateful to each and every one of you.

Thank you.

*long satisfied sigh*

It is so good to be home.

We are finally in one place, almost all of our stuff is in that place and we are slowly getting unpacked a little every day. Our living room is livable and thanks to FlyLady, I am keeping on top of the clutter in the common areas. Even being down for a day with stomach flu didn't put much of a dent in the routines!

I cannot tell you how glad I am to be out of our old neighbourhood. Between the 'herbal essences' wafting about and the bullet found in the hallway the week before we moved, I was VERY glad to leave there for the last time on Saturday.

We have painted in the living room, started painting in the master bedroom and will be painting the kids' room soon (probably after the wedding). Just putting a few coats of paint on the walls makes such a difference to me between "rental house" and home. We have our china and crystal nestled in the buffet and have already had occasion to use it. Thanks, dangerbrat ... :)

Now Rick and I are in full-bore wedding mode. We've been painting the last of the invitations to go out and I've been embroidering the ring pillow that Geoffrey will carry, beading the edge of my veil and I still need to embroider a nice script K onto some matte satin for the ceremony - as soon as Rick finds me one and prints it out. Then there's the floral arrangements and pew markers, but those can be finished in an evening or two. The week before will be cookie decorating time, as we have opted to serve wedding cookies instead of cake. So, all you artsy types, let me know if you want to paint/decorate cookies!

I'll try to be better about keeping this thing updated...

Rick is moving out to The 'Wack with his best buddy and we figured by moving on the weekend, we'd get it all done in plenty of time to have his old apartment empty and cleaned for February 1st. 

Then Murphy showed up to the party.

Have I ever mentioned on here that I really, REALLY dislike Murphy?

We have had below freezing temperatures(-20 with the windchill factor the other day), around a foot of snow at Alpha Base and a parental unit that seems to have done everything in their power to impede this move, yet they complain bitterly about Rick's presence here, saying that things will only get better after he moves into his new apartment.  WTF?!?!  Then freaking help to facilitate the move!  Sheesh...

Well, I could go on ad nauseum about the stress of my living situation, but that's quite enough negativity.

Next up: a totally, fluffy, frivolous post!

I'm a little slow on the uptake this week...been so busy!

On Friday, January 4 at 4 pm, Rick asked me to marry him.  It was all very impromptu and sweet and touching and perfect.  You can read the whole story on Facebook (reply here if you can't read it for some reason).

I am overjoyed.  I'm still periodically crying happy tears about it and staring at my beautiful ring (who could blame me?)  *SQUEE*

I have been so busy having a life that I've forgotten to write about it!

My life is wonderful - a happy, rewarding, fulfilling relationship with my soulmate, two amazing children that delight me on a daily basis and a job that keeps a roof over our heads.

We're getting ready for Christmas, too.  The tree is up and decorated, the mantle looks amazing and half the presents are already wrapped.  I am more organized this year than in years past.  Of course, the piddly little amount of baking has already been devoured, so I am hoping to get some new stuff done in the next few days.  There are mincemeat tarts cooling as I type this and I've put in an order for ingredients to make butter tarts, nanaimo bars, banana bread and date squares.

In the midst of Christmas preparations, Rick and I are also beginning to plan our wedding.  Before you ask, we are NOT engaged.  Yet.  But with a date of July 12, 2008, we have to start getting our ducks in a row.  So, expect to hear a LOT more about that as we go along.

In the meantime, I wish you all a joyous Christmas and a new year filled with happiness.

I am sick.  Boo, sick!  Called in sick to work today, sneezed/coughed/sniffled my way through a staff meeting and am now being pampered with homemade onion soup and a fabulous dinner followed by a bubble bath in a huge tub and likely a back-rub, if I ask nicely enough. 

I have been fortunate to have several conversations with friends lately, friends I haven't seen or spoken to much since Jim and I broke up.  I have been alternately pleased and disheartened when the topic turned to my relationship with Rick and the future we are building together. When I tell them about how happy we are and how fantastic and functional we are as a couple, it is almost always met with skepticism.  Too many times now I have heard, "Yeah, he does that/it's great/you're happy  now.  But that could all change/you might change your mind/he might change in a year, in two years, etc, etc, etc."  To that I say Fie!  Fie on you, those who have never experienced this kind of love.  Perhaps that was a tad harsh; let me rephrase...

I am so sorry that you have not been so fortunate to have experienced this kind of amazing, servant-minded love; the kind of love where each partner gives 100%, none of this 50-50 bullshit.  The kind of love that I know down into my bones...that even before I laid eyes on him, I knew that we were right for each other, that in every way that matters, we fit together, that this man was made, molded by God for me - for this.  I am sorry that you are so coloured by my past actions that you cannot see the changes I have undergone.  There are some out there who feel hurt/betrayal/insult on behalf of someone who does not harbour those feelings toward me.  For you, I pray that your hearts will be turned, that you will see the healing that has occurred in the hearts and lives of those directly affected by events of the past.  It is not your hurt to be upset about.  It is not you who was betrayed.  You were simply unaware of what was really going on, that is all.  There are some out there that believe I am fickle, impetuous, shallow  or flighty.  For you, I pray that you will open your eyes and hearts up to see how one brief period of reckless behaviour does not define me in the rest of my life.  So please, take your skewed, coloured, filtered view of me, my life and my current choices and set them aside, for they will only serve to make you miserable and to damage what remains of our friendship.

Let's start fresh.

I love autumn.  Really, I do.  The turning of the leaves; the crispness in the air; sweater weather; my creative muse roars out of dormancy and urges me to make gifts for people.  Stew returns to the menu.  Mmm...stew...

Autumn also heralds the return of my worst migraine cycle of the year.  The slightest twitch on the barometer and my head either feels like a pregnant elephant is roosting on the top of my cranium or like I am having some bizarre, archaic  "wet-leather-strap-tied-around-the-head-that-slowly-tightens-and-crushes-my-skull" torture.  Ugh.

And head colds.  Blasted head colds.  You know, you get one, ONE measly sinus infection and then every subsequent viral infection goes directly to the sinuses - does not pass go, does not collect $200.  It was bad enough that every infection went to my throat, inflaming the paltry tag of tonsil my aging doctor missed during surgery when I was 15.  But NO, that wasn't good enough.  My sinuses wanted parity.  So now, I get this "full head assault" on a semi-regular basis.  Come on, I have young children...G is going to bring home whatever germ is floating around the school this week and I'M going to catch it.  Serves me right for hugging and kissing them all the time.  Alright, I hereby pronounce a moratorium on maternal affection from Oct 1 until April 1.  THAT should keep me healthy, right?

My favourite time of year for singing (all those awesome Christmas carols, hymns and songs) and my stupid chronic sinus infections taunt me.  I'll start to feel better, sing a test song in the car and ratch my voice for another week .  Maybe now that I'm attending church regularly again and singing every week it won't happen this year?  I had been cautiously optimistic these last few days, thinking that my voice was finally coming back after my last sinus/throat infection in freaking JUNE.  I have been able to sing higher, hold a note longer and not have the raspy, gravelly quality to my singing that I feared was becoming my normal voice.  And now this.  Colour me NOT happy.

Of course, now that I have vented my spleen, it is important to note that I really AM happy.  My life is more full and happy than it has ever been.  I am in love with a man who is my best friend, someone I get to marry in less than 20 months.  My kids are a constant source of wonder and delight and we have become a tight-knit little family.

So, to sum up: migraines and colds suck, but I love my life.

Greetings!

Just wanted to tell you how blissfully happy I am :)  I'm in love and get to marry my soul mate in less than 2 years!!!

I don't know about y'all, dear readers (for I think there are a few of you out there), but have you ever been so happy that you feel like singing, but you can't think of a song that's happy enough to encapsulate what you're feeling?