It was the perfect disease we had...

So, many things have happened to me recently. I've been in one of those places where I've had a lot of questions. Questions about everything. What am I doing with my life? Is my hair the right colour? Should I pursue teaching after another rejection? Should I just wait until I can apply for immigration? Should I have another cookie? Have I made the right decisions in life? Do I really want to be settling down and getting married? Was my life better before? Should I have another glass of Lambrini? What if I just give up and run away? Could I do it? Where the chuff has my sex drive gone? Why can someone still have such an effect on me after nearly 18 months? Why should I even care? Should I have an After Eight and forget all about it?

I need answers on a postcard please

Of being busy and without internet

So, I have been without internet for a while now. The reason for this is because we've moved. We're out of the inlaws house! The relief is immense, we are our own proper little family now. Internet will be sorted soon but once we're financially stable again. being a grown up sucks sometimes.

A return to a bit of sanity

So, I haven't blogged for a rather long time. A couple of reasons for that really. I haven't had much time, and I haven't really been in the right state of mind. Anything I would have written in the last month or so would have been miserable and a huge rant. Nobody wants to read that really.

However, I'm feeling a lot more cheerful these days, probably because it's nearly Christmas and Starbucks have gingerbread lattes! Oh so much love for those red cups of joy!

I have also been with Edd for a year now! So much happiness coming from that.

Anywho, here is a brief update of the happenings of me, before normal blogging resumes:

My niece has turned one! We went to my parents' house for her birthday, much cake was eating. A very long day though!

My cousin and his wife came to stay with us at the end of October, and we went out for a meal. Emilia had ice cream...

She was rather excited!

We made a cake. Licking the mixture from the bowl is always the best part!

Our pumpkins for Halloween!

Emilia dressed up as a ghost pirate for Halloween. Edd's choice, and he chose well! She looked ace!

My loved up man. He doesn't like this one so much, as he says he looks camp. But also likes it a lot because he says he looks loved up and happy. It's clearly  big dilemma for him!

One year together, filled with highs and lows. Many more to follow. Still stupidly loved up. Not apologising one tiny bit for the soppiness of this!

Bonfire night! Sparklers! And oh so many fireworks! (and a fair few hot dogs!)

Can I teach espanish?

So, I've been looking in to teaching. Spanish (obviously, need to use that degree somehow). To teenagers. Am I mad? Well, I don't think so. My love of languages came from my secondary school spanish teacher. She was an amazing teacher who inspired me to carry on with spanish to college. She listened when you spoke to her, gave you help when you asked for it, never made you feel stupid. So surely it would be a good thing to pass that on to others?

How do you teach a child to read?

This is the main question that has been puzzling me for the past few days, having been trying to get Emilia to read. We were making good progress before, but now I realise that she was only remembering the story, not learning how to read. It doesn't seem as though the school is helping, which is often the case, as they leave struggling children behind. She is interested in stories and books. We went to the library this morning, and we read some books there. Well, I read them, she listened. I point to the words when reading, but it is very difficult to get her to look at the words. She is forever looking around the room or at the pictures. She faces the book when I get her to read her school book to me, but her eyes are off to the side. I am at a loss as to how to get her to pay attention. We took out 10 books from the library, and now Edd's dad and I have spent an hour going over the letters F, U and N to get her to sound them out and put them together to make a word. She is so easily distracted and would so anything not to do as she was asked. It's trying my patience, yet I know that the only way she will learn is if I have patience with her and keep encouraging her. I also found out that her maternal grandfather had told her not to learn to read and that she is stupid and will never learn to read. It's going to take years to undo that damage. I want her to learn to love books as much as I do. I can't believe someone would want to ruin another persons life like that before they've even had a chance. The world is full of some horrible people.

3 years today, I'll be getting married

Big thing eh? It kind of scares me in a good way. I mean, we have pleanty of time to plan and save, but still. 3 years isn't long. But then, I'll be 28 then, I'll be old. I feel old already. Although I seem to be bypassing the glamorous part of being in your late 20s. I need to find a look. I've had the same look for years and I feel it's high time I have a new look. A new style. I have no idea what, but that is what's mainly on my mind today.

To elope or not to elope...

... that is indeed the question. I'm excited about having a big day. Yet one more objection about our choice of date and I'm seriously considering buggering off to Vegas and getting married there with no one to tell us that the chosen date isn't practical because so and so will be away/somebody's birthday is in the same month/the hamster has to go to have a haircut etc etc. Why did no one warn me about this stressful side of the wedding? It's our bloody day and I don't really mind if it's autumn and there won't be any leaves coming out on the trees, we want to get married then, and that's when we're getting married.

Please, someone tell me it gets better? Please?