2012 Holiday Planner

30 January 2012

Back 2 School for Miss M.

It's the first day back to school for Miss M. She was extremely reluctant to get out of bed this morning although that might have something to do with the fact I woke her up around 6.30am. *smile* Anyway she's all dress up in her new uniform. The school had changed the polo shirts to something different, must say they look so much better than the tacky old ones!

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So What's on the agenda for me then... guess I will just potter around. Do some washing, clean the kitchen, vacuum, fold some clothes, you know all the fun houseworkie stuff. I have to get enough done in the next couple of days as I'm heading into hospital this Wednesday for day surgery and I know I won't get any help willingly from either my husband or daughter. Such is life I guess.

12 January 2012

A Perfect Heart

One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people stared, how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?

The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears." "Yes," said the old man, "yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love. I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.

Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges, giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.

02 January 2012

Ouch!

Woke up this morning around 11ish and thought I'd take a dip in our new pool. It's just one of those blow up the top ring and fill with water pool. So anyway I was relaxing with Butternutt in the pool and ended up getting sun burnt on my legs. Ouchies it hurts! *sad face*

01 January 2012

So Much for Change

I guess I was expecting to much to believe the beginning of this year would be any different to last. It seems as though it doesn't matter what I do my husband always thinks it's quiet okay to go off at me, even if I haven't done anything. Apparently this time it was because I gave a look so he decided he should get in first before I said something. Mind you I wasn't going to say anything, all I did was go and check out how he was doing with the spare room but because I looked at the bookcases funny (IDK) he assumed I was going to say something about it. I mean honestly, I knew he was moving the room around and quiet frankly I couldn't care less but he felt the need to be the arse he always proves to be and go off at me.

It is getting tiresome having to put up with behaviour like this from him. I know I deserve to be treated better by someone who says they love me. Funny think is I feel like a battered housewife! ARGH!! Always having to be careful how I speak, or look for fear of my husband going off. Even having to watch what I say just in case he doesn't agree and then goes off. 

I'm 40 and this is crap beyond belief.