So Nick’s birthday is Sunday. I have a wicked awesome birthday present for him that I can’t share yet, but I can share the one he’s already received. So, it’s been said (by someone on Nick’s facebook wall, hehe) that if a girl receives flowers at the office, they also come with an invisible tiara [...]
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It’s a good time to have a weekend
So on Friday, I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off in order to get ready for a weekend away — we went up to Sooke for an SCA tournament. Remote for Justice’s collar picked up? Check. Dog out to Langley? Check. Work? Check. Packed car? Check. Picked up Nick? Check. Nick [...]
Spoiled Little Girl
I am a lucky, lucky girl. Wanna know why? So Nick wasn’t able to save my birthday present for my actual birthday. I have no problem with this, I like surprises no matter when they occur. Yesterday, he told me he was getting me a rocket car. “Paint it red!” I said. Can’t have a [...]
Home
You know, I really, really enjoyed last week. Vacation, relaxation, sun, fun, friends, and so on… …but it’s good to be home.
What’s next?
I’ve decided not to pursue paramedicine. It kinda breaks my heart, but there it is. In BC, it’s basically not possible to start as a paramedic with BC Ambulance anywhere near Vancouver. And that was okay when I was just a single girl with my dog. A couple of years in the middle of nowhere [...]
Adventure! Sunday
So a few days ago, Nick asked me if I was free on Sunday. I was, so he asked me to set it aside. Okay then. I’m starting to learn when to simply shut up and let things be, so I added “Nick Day” to my calendar, and off we go. He accidentally let slip [...]
Overheard
Nick: You’re eating my yogurt! Donna: Your yogurt? Who says it’s your yogurt? Nick: I do! Donna: What’s yours is mine? Nick: I don’t think so! Donna: …says the man who’s drinking my diet coke. Nick: COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.
Warning: Talks about Poop
“Let’s not have sex tonight.” “Ok! Let’s not have sex ALL NIGHT LONG.” “You’re on! It’s gonna be GREAT!” Normally, I really like my apartment. It’s gorgeous, and the second floor is rather handy. Except when the bed is upstairs and the bathroom is downstairs and the nausea makes me woozy and the stairs are [...]