Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Eat My Arse

Note: I wrote and posted this yesterday but Blogger-rooney ate it up.

My darling husband has two favourite sayings "Eat My Arse" and "Eat It" for short. This is highly immature but I find it quite endearing. He also loves farting and still laughs out loud at himself and anyone else farting. He is 33.

Many of our friends do not find this quite so an endearing quality in our darling Blair, being that the majority of them are in their mid to late 30's. We have the odd bloke that still finds it hilarious, these are Blair's kindred souls.

My point is that Blair is, on the exterior at least, a pretty "what will be will be" sort of person. I think that on the interior this may not be the case at times but for the most part of it, he's a knoddy.

I, on the other hand, used to be happy go lucky but have found that the more kids I have the more worried I am about the impending future and what it may bring for us. Blair thinks I think too much and apparently my doctor agrees because he told Blair the same thing once, when I had sent Blair for a check up and given him a list of things to get blood tested for due to his symptoms. My doc knows me well and he knows that I have studied many years of Naturopathy and he values my opinion. No shit, he really does. And as he was telling Blair that I had suggested all the right blood tests and told him that "I'm a bright spark", he continued to tell him that he thinks I think too much and apparently that is why so many intelligent people get depression.

Now, this is not meant to be a wank stained full post about how fucken up there in the brain cell department I am.

I just wonder how many of you are constantly bothered by your thoughts. Are you always thinking ahead or are you just happy to take life as it comes? I wish I was the latter because I feel that things would be way more enjoyable.


PS Blair has decided to not shave until Christmas, I just smiled and said "I've decided not to put out until Christmas". I despise facial hair on my man. Yours can do what he fucken well pleases but I like Blair cleanly shaven or, at most, a bit of a goatee, no fucken beards or mou's.

14 comments:

Kate R said...

"just wonder how many of you are constantly bothered by your thoughts. Are you always thinking ahead or are you just happy to take life as it comes?"

Oh God I hear ya.... This is SO me all the time... no wonder I have high blood pressure. I wish I didn't spend so much time worrying about what MIGHT happen and just sit back and enjoy life!

Also I hear ya with the facial hair, and in fact all body hair as a general rule!

Lynda said...

This is me too! I overthink everything and everyone knows this about me and "accommodates" me... hehe

Heck bird flu worries the shit out of me - any disease.. road travel. I'm glad I only had two kids for this very reason but of course, now there is Fletcher to worry about now too.. of dear.

Chris H said...

I alternate.... sometimes life is a breeze and nothing gets me down or worried, and other times (like now) I am constantly worried and stressed out.... as for the facial hair... I love my man's beard... but I do admire you for standing up for what you like... hope Blair is good with his hand then! OOOOO fuck that was a bad thing to say... the power of the fanny eh?

Anne said...

I'm a worrier, think far too much. Wish I was the sort of person who jsut takes life as it comes.

Good luck with your decision re Aussie. We came so close quite a few years ago to doing the same thing. Great time to move when your kids are young as well. Go for it!

Helena said...

I fluctuate between the two, I weigh up both sides of the coin, but then am prepared to take risks too - thats the Libra in me ;)

YOU not putting out for 11 weeks? you are such a scream LMFAO! Hmmm ... lemme see, I recall a post ages ago that said you loved boinking ... I bet $10 you'll cave :p hehe

Name: Lynise said...

gosh I'm going to be the odd one out. I don't worry about much BUT when I do I really HATE it as I hate not being able to switch my mind off from thinking about things that worry me.

This year I think the only thing thats really worried me (big time) is when the sale of our property fell through (the first time) and I was a nervous wreak for the next two weeks until we heard if the back up offer was going unconditional. Big time stress and I didn't cope well.

After it was all over I actually thought "wow, I'm so glad I don't worry about much as stress like that would give me a heart attack".

Another down side of not worrying (if there is such a thing) is that I'm probably way to casual about things I SHOULD worry about. For example, my smear test. I know its suppose to be done every couple of years, (can't remember exactly how many) and I know I should get it done as its been about 6 years. So I probably need to worry more about things like this then I might actually get proactive and get it done.

Name: Lynise said...

gosh I'm going to be the odd one out. I don't worry about much BUT when I do I really HATE it as I hate not being able to switch my mind off from thinking about things that worry me.

This year I think the only thing thats really worried me (big time) is when the sale of our property fell through (the first time) and I was a nervous wreak for the next two weeks until we heard if the back up offer was going unconditional. Big time stress and I didn't cope well.

After it was all over I actually thought "wow, I'm so glad I don't worry about much as stress like that would give me a heart attack".

Another down side of not worrying (if there is such a thing) is that I'm probably way to casual about things I SHOULD worry about. For example, my smear test. I know its suppose to be done every couple of years, (can't remember exactly how many) and I know I should get it done as its been about 6 years. So I probably need to worry more about things like this then I might actually get proactive and get it done.

Mellisa said...

I still laugh at a good fart!!! I get into uncontolable fits of laughter waiting for my prey to cop a wiff!!! LOL!!!
I think I like the thought of you moving closer.... Blair and I can have farting competitions!!! *giggle*

Cazzie!!! said...

Yes, you are quite right, bright sparks do get depression, and hen it hits it can be like a Tornado mate. My best friend Frances died from a brain tumour, she was a University Lecturer and Head of the library she worked at..she said it was God's way of punishing her for being such a THINKER...I believe her...bless her.

Miss Beck said...

LMAO!

Not putting out til Xmas? Bullshit.

My ex husband used to say, "If you don't shave, neither do I". He hated when I didnt shave my legs so if he didnt shave his face, the legs and snatch didnt get done either.

Funny you mention the farting. Scott and Blair would be kindreds. I accidentally let one rip last night for the first time in front of him after he was tickling me and made me laugh. He thought it was the funniest thing ever.

Tell Blair, thanks for the compliments about us. We're bloody down to earth people. Sometimes I do get 'mum'sy and worry about shit, but it's rare.

Scott is the thinker of the both of us. He plans, thinks, worries. It's kinda nice.

Linda said...

I like to take things as they come, that way the less expectations I have, the less likely I'm going to be disappointed when things dont turn out the way I want. eg. My unfinished kitchen - hubby said 2 months, deep down I'm saying Feb 2008!!

EmmaK said...

I thought New Zealanders were meant to be laid back. I never worry about tomorrow because I know I married a decent sort who will always be able to earn a decent crust even if my ability to hold down a job is negligible. Chill out and enjoy all you have.

Sue said...

Hi Jules,
I constantly think about stuff too much... worry, worry about worrying.... worry about not worrying.... worry when things are good instead of enjoying it.... I deleted my blog coz I was worried.... shit, it sucks being inside a head sometimes hey?
S X

Middle Child said...

There is a vast difference between thinking about things and having ideas, being thoughtful, and the opposite which is that bastard "mind chatter" which keeps you awake at night or allows you to wallow in emotional dramas... that haven't happened... guilty on all acounts but I do recognise the difference which I didn't always used to do...