tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53563750294685946092024-03-13T00:18:00.312-04:00Off facebook and on Neptunethe other status updates and as of July 30th 2012 life on Neptune, the street. Neglected and rediscovered May 2018.Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.comBlogger662125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-51302935773317612502018-05-20T18:24:00.000-04:002018-05-20T18:24:06.771-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Summer goals. He bought sparklers and lit one in the bedroom. We stole a grocery cart when it was raining and the cab was never coming. Dinner at hot belly mamas was delicious. The bbq is unpurchases but things are well.Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-82022227119267334132018-05-13T19:07:00.000-04:002018-05-13T19:07:53.675-04:00I miss Facebook facebook controls the world; it knows everything about me, it shared everything about me. Maybe. I think. I dunno. I don’t understand what happened.<br />
Much of what is on it now is like stale candy and generic fast food. Mesmerizing but not satisfying.<br />
I miss my pithy status updates. Silly photos. Chronicalling my life.<br />
I will try to do that here.Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-29506928398939938492015-04-09T22:52:00.001-04:002015-04-09T22:52:11.917-04:00Tumour day - not as funny as it soundsA tumour. I can't believe it. There is a protective coating that prevents my mind from believing it. A tumour cut out of his leg.<div> Why?</div><div>Now we wait. Wait for some person who doesn't know how awesome he is, how much I love him, how he brings sparkle to everyday to wander in from their lunch and read the results. Make good on their plan to call and inform us. Possibly change everything. </div><div> I have wasted so much time on things that are not important. Loving him and being good to him are what matter. </div>Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-31934267143815947642015-01-01T00:27:00.001-05:002015-01-01T00:27:48.474-05:00Laura Arual is a very content woman as she lies in bed next to her sleeping husband, surrounded by snoring animals. 2014 was a good year, and 2015 will maintain that goodness, as well as uncover its own.Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-92163200630833146142014-11-22T00:44:00.001-05:002014-11-22T00:44:28.643-05:00Is cheered by a middle of the night conversation. Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-44201192453972785712014-11-17T20:51:00.001-05:002014-11-17T20:51:59.132-05:00A weird day that ends in love. How did I ever get so lucky? Release time from a boss to go to the doctor and a husband who lights me candles. I am blessed. Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-36880914366255550812014-11-16T22:25:00.001-05:002014-11-16T22:25:38.552-05:00Contentment. Recognizing that while we are seperate we are the same. Letting go of old insecurities. Knowing that I am loved. Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-82574007084560802932014-11-06T23:01:00.001-05:002014-11-06T23:01:08.533-05:00Laura Arual is surrounded by love. She wants to hang on to that.Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-29151079598172455942014-10-23T23:06:00.001-04:002014-10-23T23:06:08.538-04:00Laura Arual listens to love. Your gentie snore.Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-13388560753367847682014-10-13T22:41:00.001-04:002014-10-13T22:41:45.848-04:00Thanksgiving and gratitude<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Our own little thanksgiving dinner. I have so much to be thankful for. I take it for granted sometimes, all of it, the little things, the big things, I don't daily appreciate what I have. I just see what is missing, or not done, until a fight like this weekend. And then I am flooded with the realization of what I have and how empty my life would be without him. Again, I was reminded this weekend of where he came from -how different that was from me. Holidays I get a yearning for family, large crowds of relatives, most of whom I do not like, but that is what I am programmed for. He is programmed to ignore the holidays..... He said he does not understand the fakeness that people have, the putting on the persona and being polite when everyone hates everyone. But, we do not have that fakeness with each other. When he said this, I just gave him a hug. 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Supper and an unplugged night of hanging out.Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-72203881134429178312014-09-22T22:13:00.001-04:002014-09-22T22:13:48.002-04:00Laura Arual loves her husband a little bit more everyday. <div><br></div>Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-24619996144385549272014-09-16T22:52:00.001-04:002014-09-16T22:52:17.465-04:00Laura Arual appreciates that she has never wanted to be 15 again, Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-55229971674429839472014-09-15T21:33:00.001-04:002014-09-15T21:33:34.226-04:00I am reading a perfectly pleasant little novel about a divorced woman putting her life back together and learning how to be on her own. This is the kind of novel where I would go, "me too! Info that!" Each time she discovers a solitary pleasure. As I'm reading it, I remember when those solitary pleasures were mine, and there is a teeny ping of missing them, but then I inventory all of the love in my life now. The love from Chris, the dog. All of the joyous loud love. The warm quiet love. How I can reach out and touch it. That is what was missing before: the fullness of love. I still can't quite believe how I got here. Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-5995653427739894512014-08-26T23:32:00.001-04:002014-08-26T23:32:51.590-04:00I have a husband who will give his time to help with classroom set up and then ensure I have a clean home. I am truly truly blessed. Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-89854330313666447742014-08-24T22:44:00.001-04:002014-08-24T22:44:17.033-04:00LoveLaura Arual has a husband who loves her. The thrill of that will never wear off. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsxnEEQUvoUNU1jJkamA7FSdphWx17WNUbgA_DYV8g4XTh_NIO3lUNJ-FJ-M33m49ihWt_YnGoR2H1NIe91jrMxAhFWDiNKJ8lEf3MiTtzfhTGV7NlTp_wxgkz1EgxP2fd3qOWcjbgG9ur/s640/blogger-image--1301881426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsxnEEQUvoUNU1jJkamA7FSdphWx17WNUbgA_DYV8g4XTh_NIO3lUNJ-FJ-M33m49ihWt_YnGoR2H1NIe91jrMxAhFWDiNKJ8lEf3MiTtzfhTGV7NlTp_wxgkz1EgxP2fd3qOWcjbgG9ur/s640/blogger-image--1301881426.jpg"></a></div>Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-36502922958665418882014-07-18T22:52:00.001-04:002014-07-18T22:52:25.278-04:00Tonight he said, "my life would be shit without you." Walking to Tim hortons after the gym, we passed a Lotto sign. 13 million. I said all we need is $100 000. He said nope. He wants 260 000 to be debt free. Then h reminded me that the house would be paid off if I died. The usual, let's kill the spouse talk. Then he muttered that. I almost cried. It was so poignant. Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-8189222332108635652014-07-17T19:44:00.005-04:002014-07-17T19:44:51.294-04:0011 things to remember http://www.powerofpositivity.com/11-things-remember-think-youre-good-enough/Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-53031352583692303522014-07-17T19:44:00.003-04:002014-07-17T19:44:33.744-04:0011 things to remember http://www.powerofpositivity.com/11-things-remember-think-youre-good-enough/Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-18875369615177856172014-07-17T19:44:00.001-04:002014-07-17T19:44:20.366-04:0011 things to remember http://www.powerofpositivity.com/11-things-remember-think-youre-good-enough/Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-18811699758173044712014-07-14T10:11:00.000-04:002014-07-14T10:11:18.133-04:00I need to get my shit together. Saturday was the lowest of low points in the last 3 and a half years. I blame rereading all of my old notebooks. It was as if John had walked right into my kitchen and stood there. I did not tell Chris cuz it destroys him when evidence of that creeps into our life.<br />
I am determined to be better.Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-8922901289363518112014-07-09T00:26:00.001-04:002014-07-09T00:26:13.256-04:00A hard conversation today. We have no money. No cash. No credit. The wedding. The bed. The little bursts of frivolity. It is hard to say no. I have to say no. I don't want to hurt him. I want to give him everything. He is so delighted by little things. Big things. That little smile and then the sparkle in his eye, I don't want to say anything that would extinguish thar.<br />
I said I'd sell my wedding. He said. "No. Your wedding dress means everything to me. You know that, right?"<br />
Fuck. I love him so much.Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356375029468594609.post-46323950681769982152014-07-07T00:07:00.001-04:002014-07-07T00:07:01.181-04:00Good thingsWorking out<div>:) </div><div>Watching a documentary With Chris </div><div><br></div>Laura Arualhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15411641039525601576noreply@blogger.com0