Our personas convince us that there is nothing that we don't know about ourselves -- that we are in fact the person we see in the mirror and believe ourselves to be. But the issue with this is that once we have bought into the story of 'this is who I am,' we shut the door on any other possibility and deny ourselves access to all of who we can be. We lose our ability to choose, because we can't do anything outside the confines of the character we're playing. The predictable persona we've constructed is now in control. We become blind to the immense possibilities for our life."
Debbie Ford

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Christmas Season

I had a really good weekend. Nice Guy and I cooked dinner for 8 of our friends and we gave out presents and most of the people brought their dogs with them so we had a really full house hold. Nice Guy is an AWESOME cook, I've gained 7 lbs since we started dating. If I'm alone I'll just eat something quick and easy for dinner, cereal or brown beans and toast. But if he's over here I feel like I have to make an effort to give him something decent and whenever I'm over there he always makes something awesome, usually from scratch. He steams vegetables and stuffs and cooks a chicken himself. The only way I can serve chicken is the ones that already come pre-cooked and still warm from the grocery store.

I tried working on the present for Nice Guy's brother today. I was getting discouraged but I like what I accomplished today so maybe I'll get it done. Our Christmas is next Saturday since I'm flying home to my family next Sunday, and I'm hoping it'll be done by then, but I doubt it. When it is finally done I'll take a picture and post it on here. We ate the leftovers tonight (which were SO good) and then cuddled and watched a movie. I hadn't seen Knocked Up before but now I'm concerned about having a family one day. I'm all for raising the kids and whatnot but I do not like the idea of labour, especially since they actually showed it. I DO NOT want my down there parts to look like that. *shiver*

I decided to drive home tonight since the weather was bad and I didn't want to be rushed tomorrow when I have to go to work. Before I left though, Nice Guy insisted that I wait in the house and he would scrap off my truck. Aww..... Really the only bad thing that happened this weekend was my dog puked in the backseat on the way home. He's sleeping with his head on a pillow now though, hard to be mad when he looks so cute and innocent.

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