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A dedication.

Time marches on, and so it comes round again, that hubby has gone to work. He flew out this morning (still in flight on the first leg, as I start writing this) for another stint overseas. I find this term vaguely funny, because while technically it is overseas, he needs a passport and visa to travel there, it is only a 3 hour flight from Australia and in the same time zone. He will be doing two week blocks, and this makes it easier but also harder.

After speaking to several people, some of whom are in the same position we are with FIFO husbands, unless you have been here it is really hard to understand how someone could do this. As I’ve said before, it takes a certain kind of person/relationship to be ale to do it, and not everyone can. But then I also believe a lot of people should give it a go for a couple of months and see the changes in their relationship – hopefully for the better.

Granted, 12 years ago, well before we moved to Queensland, we would not have survived. Time, new circumstances, a bit of wisdom thrown into the mix, and a better understanding of us and our relationship and we have found we love it. It suits both of us, and the benefits are pretty good too. (I’m not talking about the money here either).

This brings me to posting another poem I wrote when I was 16. I have changed it slightly, re- writing parts and leaving others out. But this is how I feel, today and every other day he flies out.
I love you babe, keep safe 🙂 ❤

His gravelly voice,
So, sexy and serene,
Probing thoughts, hidden desires.
The time comes, of desires never felt or thought of before.
So strong, so sensual.
That all things cease, and a deep warmth emerges.
Taking over the body,
Those feelings are aroused, building, growing.
His voice continues, to caress my mind,
I melt in his eyes and succumb to his pleasures.
Pleasures like I've never known, I feel so complete.
Nothing will stop me.
He can't deprive me, any longer.
I live with desire.
I live for the pleasure.

I am watching him.
He swims, lazily.
I look into his eyes, and melt once again,
Although the water is cold,
I do not notice, through the heat of our bodies.
His eyes are smoky, and full of desire.
No secrets are hidden, I know what he wants.
Because I want it to.

This love. So warm, so tender.
Beautiful, passionate and all mine.

Hope you like it,
Have a great day 🙂



Let me start by saying I love my husband.  His honesty and humour.  There are times when it is not appreciated – he knows those times, after he has opened his mouth.

meet Wilson (you know, Home Improvement… awesome show that was).

I know a lot of women have their hubbies (partner, fiancée, lover, BF/GF, whatever you call each other) in a pickle when it comes to asking them questions and wanting honest answers.  It’s an age-old thing, the poor guy is damned if he does and damned if he doesn’t.  Not my hubby.  I like the fact when I ask him a question I’m going to get an honest answer. Whether I like it or not. Liking the answer that is.

Take this morning for instance.  I ask if he notices any change due to my new exercise routine fun run training.
“Yeah, you’re looking good….” Ok, thanks. ~smile~  “…you don’t look like the Michelin man anymore…”   Me: “yeah, I was waiting for that bit..”
That’s my hubby.  Has to throw in some smart backhanded compliment, or twisted insult.  I laughed and called him names back.

Now a lot of women would have run crying from the room and hurled nasty insults back.  Not me, 1: I’m used to it and 2: if we can’t be honest with each other than what is the point. Especially after nearly 22 years together.

Onto what I was starting this post off with.
I started this week on Monday with a 4k run (jog, sprint and walk (very little) in that order) in 30 mins.  Very happy and for the first time in the last 3 weeks I actually felt like I could do it. It was achievable.  My head as right into it.
Wednesday and I thought I might do the full 8k.  Nah, I did 6 in 46mins.  Still really happy, very little walking, and feeling really fab afterwards.

Today, Friday. I’m gonna do 8k.  Didn’t happen.
Not happy as my workout was cut short due to a Pilates class (I didn’t know it was on) and the “treadmill is too noisy for us”.  So I sprint the last 500m to finish at 5k today.  My happy with it though, is that I ran the first 4k non-stop!! (had a short walk before starting up the jog again).  this was done by saying “I’ll run til … mins or when it gets to …km’s” and I just kept running… God that felt good.

Again, this makes me feel like I can do this.  I know that the road and the hill or two are going to make it slightly different.  But knowing that I have actually done it already means it is that much easier.

On another note or two….
– I was asked today (in front of hubby) if I liked ‘hot stuff’… oops, “yeah sure I do, I just didn’t marry one..”
– mum and I peeled, chopped and cooked up some apples for winter.  I  really want my own steriliser ((preserver) as my freezer isn’t big enough) so I can fill my pantry with all sorts of veges and fruit… calling my inner earth mother. 🙂
– I have been sewing  like mad and getting ready for another market tomorrow. Lots of little sleeve bags.  Piccies after the market. I promise.
– I have an alter ego I might let out of the bag at some stage.
and lastly, I want to thank each and everyone of you who read and/or follows this blog.  It’s not about much at all, and I wander all over the place with my topics, but I really appreciate all your comments and likes (and sharing if that happens). Thanks xo 🙂

keep smiling and be nice to your partner 🙂