Nothing to do, nobody to do it with

Mr G's been away for 4 nights now.
I've gone feral. He rang me yesterday and couldn't stop laughing at how happy I was to hear from him. He was less pleased when I told him that I make quite a good single person. I think his words were 'don't go getting any ideas'. Funny how I see single life as writing and going out with friends, while he worries about other men!
Poor thing. He should worry less about the local talent and more about my laptop. We're an item, attached at the fingertips. Actually, I once dated someone online, but that was my old computer. This one is too grown-up for such behaviour. Anyway, this is clearly a nonsense post. Written because I'm somewhat lonely. It'll pass.

2011 - I think I finally did it

It only just occurred to me that not only have I neglected to do my yearly report, but I may have finally had the year of Miss A.

Every year I try so hard to make sure the 12 month stretch is magnificent, but it never seems to work out. Even when I was hopping about the globe things weren't quite there. But now, for the rest of my life I can sit in my Chesterfield, smoke my hand-carved pipe and ponder the most excellent year that was 2011.

Triumphs:

1. Finished a great job. Moved straight to another great job as a real life librarian.
2. Bought a house.
3. Got engaged.
4. Landed a permanent job in my dream area.
5. Kept my uni friends
6. Made some fancy work friends. If I combine my uni crew and my work buddies I have a social life! More importantly, one that I like!
   
7. Grew snowpeas. And strawberries.
   
8. Started to bake. Muffins, cookies and cupcakes. There was even a burnt and collapsed cake in there. Well done me.
   
9. Got fitter and stronger. The best part about this is that my life is so much easier now. I've decided to keep my trainer for good. Or at least until he finishes uni.
   

Lousy stuff:

1. Mr N isn't talking to me. Of course, this is sort of a good thing because we can both live our lives without the other person taking up space and thought time. But really, it makes me sad so it's in the lousy stuff pile. Really, this has been the only proper crap thing about 2011.
   
2. I'm living far away from Brunswick. I love Brunswick. I love the breakfast. I love the weird guys in skinny jeans. I love the ladies in their 1950s dresses. Still, I wanted a garden and I have a car.
3. Baking is expensive and it makes me fat. However, the finished products are also delicious and make me feel very capable.
   

All in all, an excellent year. The rotten things all have good sides.

Things for the new year:

1. Buy better librarian glasses. Mine are crap because my dad chose them. That's what happens when your father pays for everything (this was 4 years ago mind you).
2. Learn to do my hair properly. A few weeks ago Mr G's sister transformed my hair from a feral scribble into a sleek and sexy up-do. I think it's about time I learned to do it myself. I'm also going to throw away my gross-person clothes. I may need some help.
   
3. Transform my yard from a swampy, neglected, cat-riddled monstrosity into a productive play garden, fit for a wedding. It comes with a little puppy who shall be called Argo.

I'll be 28 this year. I have 3 years left until the major event year.

12 years and counting

Made a quick stop off on the way to Christmas lunch to see Mr C. After the biggest hug ever, we got a coffee and had a brief chat. I gave him a copy of The Chrysalids, and he gave me a pair of earrings. Apparently he stood in the jewellery store for ages feeling uncomfortable because he couldn't find a pair of earrings in the shape of books, so he settled on owls because they were the closest thing. I didn't tell him that I spent ages standing in Readings trying to choose a book that would suit him.

Mr G seemed pretty relaxed, which is good considering Mr C will be around forever. I think he's realised that Mr C is not a threat - I told him how before I dated him, Mr C supported me through a rather traumatic relationship, but kept his own feelings well hidden because he likes to do the right thing. I think I might bail Mr C up and ask him to put the Mr N thing in perspective. I'm pretty sure I know what he'll say, but I think I need to hear it from someone who loves me, but isn't IN love with me.

I'm still begging him to come back to Melbourne. I want him to live here so I can see him more often. He countered with an offer to take me to the open range zoo if I come visit him in Adelaide. I think I will - I've almost saved enough for a cheap holiday to Europe, so I may as well spend part of that money watching someone I love pretending he's in Kenya. Seriously, he actually told me we're going to be playing make-believe the entire time. Mad.

*Random side note: Mr G says the wedding should be in November 2012. I say November 2013. I told him that if he wants to get married that quickly then we'll just get the paperwork done now. He wasn't impressed.