10 things I love about you

Today is the HAG's and my third anniversary and I, being the cheapskate that I am, thought that as a gift I would dedicate a blog post to him...

1. You're not like the typical guy who when asked to do something, does the bare minimum and waits for the next person who notices to deal with it. When you take rubbish out of the bin, you clean the bin. Before you fill the fridge with groceries, you wipe away any crap on the shelves.
2. You are really cute with babies. Although you make it seem like I'm the one who's good with kids, you are far more patient and caring when they're upset.
3. You give me the most amazing presents - TomTom, camera, iPod Touch, laptop, holiday to Vegas...
4. When we go out for dinner, you will read the menu and tell me which dish you think I'll probably order. And since you know me so well, you're usually right!
5. You're not a jealous boyfriend so I can tell you all sorts of stuff without having to worry about you freaking out, like which friend of yours I find very hot and how I flirted with so-and-so at work.
6. You don't expect dinner to magically appear before you. When I'm cooking, you always ask if there's anything you can help with. And you always volunteer to do the dishes.
7. You are the most amazing kisser ever.
8. You are quite bashful so you're probably blushing at Number 7.
9. You read my Glamour magazines and discuss articles with me. Such a girl.
10. When you're watching something boyish on TV (yes, I know I'm contradicting Number 9) and I'm just sitting next to you reading a magazine or faffing around on the laptop, you will stroke my arm or do circles on my hand with your finger or whatever, just so that I know you're not ignoring me.

Happy anniversary! I'm still as smitten as I was on Day 1 :)

Eba misses you

Last weekend was the last time I went to Reading to see the HAG.

Although I'm absolutely ecstatic about him coming up here to live, it does mean that I will no longer be regularly going to Reading and that makes me sad because I won't get to see my other boyfriend very often...

Some of you may remember him as Pickle from a blog post a while ago.

I was looking at photos of him from when he was only a few weeks old and I just can't believe that he's almost 3 now.

September 2007

Look at the size of him then! Now he's almost as big as me! Ok, maybe not quite but he probably will be the next time I see him... sniff...

April 2008

He is the most adorable child I've ever met. He's just so affectionate - he puts his arms around me and squeezes tightly and he does cute little Eskimo kisses...

April 2008

When I pout, he says, "Awww, Eba sad..." and gives me a big kiss on the lips. Yes, he calls me "Eba" and I think it's the cutest thing. To him, the HAG and I are one person called "EbaMike".

June 2008

Once I phoned the HAG when he was at Pickle's house (well, his parents' house... he's a bit young to own property...) and the HAG put Pickle on the phone. I asked him if he missed me and he said with great enthusiasm, "Of course!" Just too sweet.

January 2009

When I visit, usually within about 15 minutes of being at their house, Pickle will take my hand, say, "Come on, Eba", and lead me upstairs to his bedroom to play. We joke that he's learning early how to take girls up to his room...

September 2009

I'm going to really miss him. The HAG and I will still go down to Reading to visit every so often but I'm worried Pickle will forget his Auntie Eba and think of her as a stranger when he sees me... :(

Life, love and poop

The HAG couldn't believe that I mentioned pooping in my last post so I said to him that my next post would be all about pooping. He probably thought I was kidding and even suggested the title of this post. So here goes...

We used to call pooping "thinking". So whenever one of us needed to go, we'd say that we were going to go do some "thinking". Afterwards, one might ask the other, "Did you have some good "thoughts"?" Now, we just call it pooping.

The HAG and I are very comfortable with each other. I recall that from the very beginning, we left the bathroom door open whenever we showered or peed. And after a short while, we were comfortable with being in the bathroom together. We do, however, always shut the door when we poop. Some things just don't need to be seen, heard or smelled. The romance doesn't need to be killed completely...

Countdown - 3 weeks

Three weeks until the HAG moves in.

While he is busy down there trying to pack up his whole life into lots of big boxes, I am up here trying make room for all his crap... er... stuff.

My flat (soon to be "our flat"!) has two bedrooms and the spare bedroom will have to have the double bed and other items of furniture moved out so that it can be turned into the HAG's office. I think "office" is just an excuse for a boy's room filled with drums, loud speakers, pictures of naked women, mini-fridge of beer... OK, maybe only the first two are true (yes, we're going to be really popular with the neighbours...) but who knows if the other two will appear when I'm not looking...

The master bedroom has a built-in double wardrobe which at the moment is jam-packed with my clothes (but I never have anything to wear, of course). I have to clear out half of the space for the HAG's clothes! Why??? He only has one pair of jeans and a T-shirt! He could just wear those on him the entire time - why would he need wardrobe space??? (I'm sure you can't tell that I'm in a bit of an exaggerating mood...) Thank goodness the spare bedroom has two built-in double wardrobes so I will just have to move the stuff I don't wear very often into those. Why would the smaller bedroom have more wardrobes? Design FAIL.

Right now, I don't really use the bathroom very often as I have an ensuite. The main bathroom is for guests (and pooping when the HAG is up... you didn't need to know that...) and for when I feel like a relaxing bubble bath. The ensuite is full of bottles and jars and tubs of cleansers, face cream, eye cream, face masks, blah blah (hey, don't judge. I don't look young for my age without a bit of help)... they might have to migrate to the main bathroom when the HAG moves in... either that or I get rid of all those lotions and potions and start looking ugly. Then the HAG will probably dump me. Hmm... tricky...

Living with a boy

So the HAG and I have been together for almost 3 years now and as you probably know, it's been a long-distance relationship since the very beginning. I'm actually rather impressed that despite the need to travel 400 miles to see each other every fortnight, we have managed to stay together all this time!

But in a month's time, we will no longer have to do that because... the HAG is moving up to Glasgow and we will be living together!

I've had some interesting reactions when breaking this news to people:

"OMG, aren't you nervous?"

"Gosh, what do your parents think about that?"

"I'm so jealous! I wish I could get a guy to commit to me like that!"

"Seeing each other every single day? What if you start hating each other?"

Well, to be honest, I am a little nervous. Not about living with the HAG as such, because I'm quite confident that we'll get on very well. The thing about long-distance is that although I don't get to see the HAG frequently, when I do see him, we'd spend between 3 to 14 days together so to an extent, I know what living with him is like. I'm pretty sure I won't want to kill him when we move in together. Unless he eats all the food. Then he would deserve to be killed.

What I'm a bit nervous about is the change.

I'm used to living on my own and not having to answer to anyone. I can do whatever and meet whoever I like after work. I'm sure I won't need permission from the HAG to meet my friends but I will still need to let him know in case he thinks I'm dead.

I'm quite a messy person. I have clothes strewn on the bedroom floor. Bills scattered in the hallway. Old newspapers and magazines on the coffee table. My toiletries are everywhere. My shower is laden with numerous bottles, full and empty. I will need to be more organised when the HAG moves in. (I really hope that the HAG is fully aware of all this already and isn't now put off living with me having read this.)

And the parents? I don't really get the concern that people have about them having a problem with me living with the HAG. Do other people out there have really uncool parents? Come on, we are in our twenties after all... I don't even get ID'd anymore when I buy alcohol at the supermarket (That means I look at least 25 and I hate that). Mr Dad and Mrs Mum are totally happy about it, giving suggestions about how to move all his things up here and stuff.

As for the commitment factor, well, I mean we have been together for ages now so it's about time! (Hope I don't sound too desperate there... ahem...) But I am very glad that the HAG has made the decision to move up here so that I don't have to move down. It's a really big step and it means a lot to me for him to do that.

Thank you :)

Comeback

The last time I blogged was just over 5 months ago.

In the year of 2009, I blogged 6 posts.

In the month of June 2006 alone I blogged 15 posts. Sometimes more than once a day.

Ok, enough statistics. What has happened? I used to love blogging. Whenever anything happened, my little brain would be thinking about how to write about it in an entertaining and witty way (some may disagree but it's my blog and if I say I'm entertaining and witty, then I am. End of).

So really, why the drastic decline in the number of posts? Have I lost my ability to convey thoughts into words? Do I not have anything worthwhile in my life to write about? Am I just too lazy? The last one is undeniably true but I genuinely believe that I was born that way so it's not something I can change.

Sometimes, I do think to myself, "Ooh, that would make an interesting blog post... but I didn't blog about that other thing last week that was pretty cool, so why blog about this one?" I become trapped in a vicious circle, where the longer I don't blog about anything, the more I think that my next post needs to be awesome.

And here you have it, my huge, long-awaited comeback post about... nothing really remotely awesome. Actually, "nothing really" might be a more fitting description... but hey, I am out of the vicious circle and plan to continue blogging about nothing really.