So it finally happened. We had a fight, sort of. Really it was just him saying something dumb and me getting really mad and then him apologizing followed by long periods of silence punctuated by him saying sorry again and that he didn't mean it that way and that if he had really thought about it he wouldn't have said it.
What happened was I was telling him about my first time having sex and how basically it didn't actually take much time (in and out, literally). And then he asked "Were you dating him?" and normally I think I handle most stupid questions well but in this case I blew up and said "Of course I was dating him, who do you think I am? It was my first time, you think I just go out having random sex with strangers? Especially for my FIRST TIME?!" Hence me not talking to him for a while and him apologizing a lot and saying he never ever thought I was like that and it was a rhetorical question and really he knew the answer before he asked the question and so on and eventually I forgave him.
This counts as a fight right?...
On a side note: the flavour tripping supplies got held up at customs, even though they are ISO 9000 registered. So as soon as they arrive I plan something good!
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
Monday, January 16, 2012
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Little Surprises
I was away for work from Monday to late Thursday night and when I finally walked in the door at 1 am I found a little Post-It note on my bedroom door. It said "welcome back babe, can't wait to see you tomorrow". Then I went to the bathroom and found another one on the mirror that said "Your eyes are absolutely beautiful". The one on the hallway mirror said "I hope when you look in the mirror you see what I see, a truly gorgeous person (inside and out). Then I went around my house and found 5 more. He really is sweet.
He's very supportive of me doing Rally Obedience and stuff with my dog. Plus he's a really good cook. My aunt said whenever I get married she was going to make me a personal cook book of all my favourite recipes. I'm going to send her the ones he's been making me. We brought baked brie to a Games Night last night because I got a Brie baker for christmas. It was SO good!!
Here's the recipe:
Baked Brie
This last thing I heard in church a few weeks ago and I just really like it. So I'm going to put it on here in case I ever want to remember it one day.
Grace is getting what you don't deserve. Mercy is not getting what you do deserve.
He's very supportive of me doing Rally Obedience and stuff with my dog. Plus he's a really good cook. My aunt said whenever I get married she was going to make me a personal cook book of all my favourite recipes. I'm going to send her the ones he's been making me. We brought baked brie to a Games Night last night because I got a Brie baker for christmas. It was SO good!!
Here's the recipe:
Baked Brie
1 round Brie cheese
Jam (sweet) or chutney (savory)
Brown sugar
Freshly ground pepper
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Remove top rind with removing sides or bottom. Spread jam or chutney on brie. Add some freshly ground pepper. Sprinkle some brown sugar on top. Bake at 350 for 15-20 minutes. Serve immediately. Serve with bread or sliced pears or apples.
We liked it best with a fresh baguette. Yum!! All melty and gooey and delicious!
This last thing I heard in church a few weeks ago and I just really like it. So I'm going to put it on here in case I ever want to remember it one day.
Grace is getting what you don't deserve. Mercy is not getting what you do deserve.
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