It’s just that easy…
I’m a romantical sort. One of those girls that used to marry her Barbies off to her brothers Ninja Turtles and hope that one day, she would find someone as slick as Raphael or as cool as Casey Jones. I had not only lines, but entire scenes from Pretty in Pink and Dirty Dancing memorized. I dreamed of one day, becoming Princess Buttercup from The Princess Bride. I lived and breathed romance. Don’t get me wrong, I adored all things dinosaurs and Batman as well but since I was little, I dreamed of finding my prince.
Well almost two years ago, I found him.
I spend some of my posts talking about Mike and this is going to be another one! Yay for you. If you get sickly at all from reading this mush, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I’ve been visiting family most of this month, 4 hours away from Mike. With the exception of a few days over the course of a couple weekends, he and I have been apart the whole time. He’s coming to get me this weekend actually, so that is very exciting. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder, and I think we needed this time apart to truly miss one another. I think it’s important in a relationship to have your alone time, because it makes it all the more special when you’re together.
Not many people can say that their partner would do absolutely anything and everything for them, no matter what. But I know that I can. Today he drew my portrait. To some, it’s not anything special. To me, it meant the world. I’m not sure how he’s going to feel about me posting his work, especially as he claims it’s unfinished, but I wanted to show off my sweethearts talent.
As you can see, he’s pretty dang wonderful.
Another thing he did for me, was tell me a story. You see, the last little while I’ve been running on 3 or 4 hours of sleep every night. I simply, can’t sleep. I think I have the insomnias. Anyways, so back in the day, Mike would make up little stories to make me laugh or help me sleep so tonight I called him and asked him to do that. And he did it, without any hesitation. It was 2am, he was tired, yet he still sat on the phone with me for over 30 minutes, making up THE most ridiculous story about a robot, a chimney salesman and an underwater house. It’s now almost 3:30am and although I am still awake, I am beyond grateful and appreciative that he tried. And he made a lame yet hilarious story just for me, so I am one happy girl.
Mike and I have had many, many ups and very few minor downs, but one thing remains the same. The past two years have been the most amazing ones I’ve ever experienced with another person. We are each others rock. Each others world. Each others happy place. I love him more and more with each passing day, and I really couldn’t imagine someone better suited for me. We’re both kids at heart, cuddle addicts and the most sarcastic couple you will ever have the pleasure (and pain) of knowing. And we love each other with everything that we have.
So when I think back on those times I dreamed of being someones princess, little did I know that I would be his.
Me! I need sleep! Sadly though, I’ve been having some restless nights lately. And it has been lamesauce.
It’s actually become right bothersome, because it’s been like weeks since I’ve gotten a good nights rest. Right now, I’m running on days of only 3 or 4 hours of sleep at night and I’m not nearly as tired as I should be. I’m actually exhausted mentally & physically but when I go to lay my lovely red head on my pillow, I end up laying there for hours, either watching old Real Housewives episodes (Before you judge me, I know. I happen to love that show though.) or else I’m thinking about how I can make Jurassic Park a reality one day. Either way, I’m not sleeping. I simply can’t.
The last few weeks, I’ve been in the Calgary area visiting family. I’m wondering if that has something to do with it. Maybe I’m missing Mike too much? Maybe I really do need him next to me, to sleep well. If that’s the case, then that means we’re one of those couples, that need to be cuddling next to each other to sleep sound. Eh. Sickening. (Also, cute. Sickeningly cute.)
Or maybe it’s stress! Stress does conquer all, after all. Or is that love? I always get the two confused… Or maybe I’m burning myself out? My parents live next to a beautiful and huge provincial park, so everyday I’ve been here I’ve gone running at least twice a day and taken Vienna, my puppy, out for walkies a couple times a day as well. Add that with the lack of appetite, no sleep, plus everything else going on and you get a girl who is exhausted in every single way. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally.
There’s a spot I stop at every time I’m on my daily runs in the park though that always seems to recharge me. Even though it’s just for a few minutes. It’s up a huge flight of wooden stairs, on top of a cliff and it overlooks a beautiful river and all of the tree tops. It’s my little place of, clarity. I stop there every time, pause my iPod (even if it’s a rockin’ classic rock ballad) and just think. Or sometimes I don’t think. Really depends on the day I’m having. But whatever I’m doing, at least for those few moments, I have total peace. It’s almost like meditation in a way. And I love those few moments, on top of that lovely cliff.
I hope all of you have a place like that. A place where you can go to recharge and gain some peace.
Ello, my lovelies!
I’mma make this short and sweet. Click this link: Maxiamaru!
What is it, you ask? Well, you should have just trusted me! But since you don’t, *wipes away tears*, lemme tell you a little about it.
My boyfriends younger brother, Max, is a wonderful sort. He collects swords, plays guitar, does HARDCORE PARKOUR (sorry, I just love saying that with gumption) and has a wicked awesome Youtube channel. He does “Let’s Play” videos, where he basically plays video games. But it’s so much more than that, oh yes. He adds one important thing, HUMOR! Laughter and video games? What could be better?
So click the link, follow him and be a creeper if you want! Creep all up on him.
(Maybe don’t do that so much, but do check out his stuff. For me! Also him.)
What happens when an already thin person, loses their appetite? That’s what I’ve been experiencing.
Over the last few months, I’ve been noticing that my hunger has become less and less. I wake up, not hungry. I go through my day, not hungry and at night I’m (you guessed it) not even close to feeling the hunger I should be feeling. Regardless off this feeling, I do eat of course. I just don’t get any satisfaction from it. And have you ever forced yourself to eat when you simply don’t want to? It’s an awful feeling.
Now, there are some days when my appetite is there, but when you’re a thin thang’ like me, and when you workout/run/get your yoga on as much as I do, you need fuel. I’m just not craving any type!
Sometimes, a diet change can turn your body upside down. I went vegan and gluten free, pretty much all at once and I suspect that has been a factor in the lack of appetite and weight loss. I’m a person who doesn’t need to lose weight though, but I need to be GF and chose to be vegan, so it’s a double edged sword.
I read an article recently that said a lack of appetite, or decreased hunger, is one of the most troublesome nutrition problems one can experience. Although it is a common problem, its cause is alot of times, unknown.
To be honest, I think stress has alot to do with it. Our bodies know when our minds are overwhelmed, and act accordingly. I’m trying hard to take some me time these days though. Focus on myself and my own well being. Which sometimes, is the best thing you can do for yourself.
What would you do if someone you loved was sick? I’m not talking about sneezing, coughing, runny nose with a fever kind of sick. I mean really sick.
This post will be a little different than my usual ones. I wanted to share with you something my family has gone through, and what we did to overcome and come through it all.
Just over three years ago, my Mommy went in for a physical. A routine, boring old physical. Her next appointment wasn’t nearly as boring. My Mommy was diagnosed with kidney cancer. They told her that the best option, was to have the infected kidney removed. So just months before my wedding (to my ex, back in 2010) she went in for a surgery that most people won’t ever have to think about.
The surgery went well, from my understanding. To be honest, I think some information regarding it all was hidden from me as I was a bride-to-be planning a wedding, and knowing my parents, they didn’t want to add any more to my plate. I think this because I remember not being concerned at all when she went in for the surgery. I remember thinking that it really wasn’t anything to be worried about, and I thank them for keeping it from me only because had I have known the extent of everything then, I may not have been so calm and collected all of the time.
So a year or so went by, maybe longer, I can’t actually remember. Some time went by though and she went in for her 6 month check up and the thing that we were told couldn’t possibly happen, happened. Doctors found a mass on her remaining kidney and believed it to be the same cancer. This time, I remember being more concerned. More aware. More everything. How could this already rare type of cancer, come back for a second round? Hadn’t she kicked it’s ass enough already?
Our family is a tough one. We fight, we taunt, we laugh and we love. We were all prepared to fight this out again, this time for the championship belt.
With the love, support and faith from family, friends and even strangers, my Mom overcame cancer again. She didn’t have to have her other kidney removed or go on dialysis and just a few months ago, they told her that any sign of the cancer had fled. Take that, cancer. You big stupid.
So again I ask, what would you do if someone you loved got sick? It’s not a bad thing to say that you have no idea, because if you were to ask me the same question years ago, I may not have been so quick to answer. Even now, the question for me is difficult to answer because every situation is different. There are others in my life who could potentially become sick. Some, who I love very deeply. All I know for sure is that if something like this or similar to this happens again to someone I love, I’ll never give up and I’ll always be there for them. Always.
Sickness in a loved one is like a brick wall. It starts off small, something you don’t really think too much about. But then the bricks of sickness begin to tower over you, to where eventually you just can’t see each other anymore.
…This is why, like me, you should always carry a sledgehammer.
(Love You. Miss You.)
I started The Feistiest Of Them All on August 8, 2012. I never expected anyone other than my boyfriend and my Momsie to read my thoughts, jokes, recipes and writings to be honest, but now I have over 100 followers on this blog and almost 100 on my other bloggy blog, Beautifully Vegan. Now, I know that may not be alot to some, but it’s alot to me! I’d much rather have 100 followers that truly enjoy what I have to say, than 1000 that could care less 🙂
I wanted to thank all of you lovely and fantastical people who follow, comment and like my posts. It means alot 🙂 Please, share my page with others and continue to follow me 🙂 Just, not in a creepy way. If you’re going to do that, be sure to stay in the bushes where I can’t see you :p
Thank you again! You’re all wonderful.