Why am I writing about him today? He rocks.

I have a habit of not checking my mail, something to do with usually receiving bad news etc, like, I have direct debit for everything, and ebills so that I don’t have to worry about anything and it all just comes out of my account. So he knows how bad I am with it, so he started nagging me about checking my mail. I checked it last week, nothing there, and I checked it this week, nothing there.. but that wasn’t the case.

I managed to get it out of him that there was a package being sent to me. How exciting! I rushed home from my parents to re-check the mailbox. When I checked on Friday night, there were spider webs everywhere so I squealed like a girl and didn’t check further. So last night, I got out the torch and there it was, stuck to the metal. I have a leak in my mailbox it seems.  After indepth questioning, I guessed at least one of the items was a tin opener, Some books and a piece of glass. I was excited. I rushed down to the post office today and collected the package, rushed home.

I opened the box, and sure enough, there were books, a tin opener and a box with glass in it. I wondered what it was, he did say it wasn’t a cat figurine, and that it could be used as a paperweight if I wanted. So I opened it up - and there it was. A 3D portrait of him lasered into the glass. I am ashamed to admit it, but I cried and hugged it close. He felt so far away, but he’d sent me this awesome gift - he doesn’t like photo’s so it’s amazing that now I have a permanent memento of him etched in glass to me. And then I nearly dropped it onto the glass table and cracked it. Just a corner, so then I started laughing. I’m such an idiot.

When he got home tonight I was so grateful I think he was embarrassed, and then I confessed to him what I’d done.

“so I transported safely home, packed it, sent it across the seas and continents, it arrives safely in Australia, and then within 5 minutes of it being opened, it’s cracked?”

“yep”

“I see”

I can see he will be getting mileage out of this slight defect now, and that it was caused by me :>

But he’s an awesome boyfriend!

So sometimes when I am unable to sleep, I play with stuff on my computer.

I’ve updated my gallery software, and added a couple of plugins on this blog just to make life interesting.

I am sure the Swede would be unhappy if he knew I was still up, so I won’t tell him anything.

I’ll see if this photo plugin works…

Nope, it doesn’t.. ah well not to be too surprised.

Sweet, I found another way of getting images into the post. Most cool. This btw, is a canola field in the south of Sweden. The photo doesn’t really do justice to the colour…

ok off to bed now.

It’s another post in the same month as the previous! That’s a good sign isn’t it?

I moved to subi a few months ago, and I live in a block of units surrounded by crazy women. One woman apparently had some strokes and they gave her the equivalent of a frontal labotomy. She told me to say hello to the previous tenant which I have now done. He told me some interesting stories about her.

Apparently, she used to walk into his flat, uninvited and make herself tea and then chat with him, so he apparently decided to walk out of the shower nude. That stopped her from coming into the flat, but then that left me thinking I should vacuum the shag pile carpets a bit more. The idea of knowing that the previous tenant wandered around the flat in the nude, and that I work with him, and now I have a horrible image of a short hairy man with a mullet walking around nude in my flat stuck in my head. [claws her eyes out]

No more visa talk at the moment, it’s stressful, but on the flip side, I’m finally gripped the bull by the horns, and getting counselling!  Today, all I did was talk about myself, and my story and a little bit on how I felt about the X. I don’t put up too many public posts about stuff because I don’t always feel comfortable. This really sometimes is just a puff piece blog, and I don’t want to be emo. I’m too old for that.  I’m going to get the counselling done for a couple of months, mainly to learn to make time for myself.

I’m getting nervous about having a flat mat move in. I haven’t spoken to her for a couple of weeks, and i realise I am going to have to change a lot of my habits. I’m very used to living by myself, and I am hoping that she realises I have no intention of sharing my life with her forever. Once MM gets here and we sort the visa, he’s a permanent fixture in my life. I didn’t have to change a lot when MM was here last, he’s like me. Ah dear.. :/

Well, it’s been a busy month for June.

My work is good, no bitching needed there, some awesome people now where I am. Great boss, great team and all that Jazz.. hey ! I have no complaints really on that point.

What is new and stressful is trying to figure out the type of visa I can import MM with. Most are out, so we’re now looking at defacto visa, or the prospective marriage visa.. not sure which is scarier.  The idea of commitment … makes my mouth go dry. Am I ready?