Adam

the one where we talk about my person

Tuesday January 15 2013

I realised the other day that I don’t talk so much about Adam, aside from this older post here and also this one here where you may have got some hints about us, I get a bit selfish and bang on about me, and I’ve been thinking about some things I wanted to share, or reshare. So I want to stop for a minute and acknowledge the person who is my greatest of all time best friend.

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I’m not one for heaps of mushy gushy words… and really neither is he. We are more a tease each other laugh a lot couple… with the ‘knowing’ that comes after many years together. I might tease that most of our holidays are his brain child, and all motorbike related – but they have taken us to some of the most beautiful parts of the world.

He makes sure that my decisions are carefully thought out and planned, and gives me the okay to purchase altogether too many shoes and clothes than I could ever really wear. After all motorbike – clothes cost comes out fairly even in the end, no? He pushes me to work harder and to keep going even when my uni tutors are providing personal criticism rather than constructive criticism, because i am ‘the smartest person’ he knows. Whatever wild, crazy plans I come up with – no matter how left field – he is my biggest supporter and cheerleader.

He is extremely loyal (which depending on the situation can be both a blessing and a curse) and often underestimates his own abilities and strengths. He is fiercely passionate and protective and has gone in to fight for me on more occasions than I can be bothered to count. He has an uncanny knack of stepping up to the plate at just the right time – only the other week when I thought I would about die from all this broken sleep, he took Bentlee out for both the 1am and 3am wee stops, without me even saying a word. He often sacrifices a lot, for the good of ‘us’… it’s not many people who wouldn’t think twice about moving in with the in laws, and totally making it home.

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For longer than I care to remember he has worked six days a week and somehow we make it work. We might not have the most money, we may not win any awards for genius or design any time soon… But if Golden Globes were handed out for loyalty, dedication and passion I am pretty sure he would win hands down.

They say all you need is love, and your person – and a whole lotta laughs. The little things are the big things – the Sunday brunches, the car karaoke, the randomness, the everything. The ease of compromise and joy in laughter go to making life light work more often than not.

And for that, I am thankful.

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the one where we think about things that bring peace

Tuesday November 13 2012

The dog walks of an afternoon… Anyone who tells you that animals aren’t healers of the soul has never owned an animal. Walking the big woofer and medium woofer are the most peaceful time of my day, even if they are getting up to mischief, or marking every bloody post / letterbox / tree they walk past. Running with the big woofer is a lot of fun too – she can run faster than me right now, but its okay she has energy to burn off and i have thoughts to pound out.

The drive home… is a fairly easy one now, not much traffic and lots of scenery. Countless cows and horses with ducks, rabbits, alpacas, goats and mini horses thrown into the mix. On one side the blue mountains, the other fields and paddocks where the sun rises. It is a peaceful start to the morning, and a good time to unwind at the end of the day. A lot different to the stop start of the craziness of our little communities main death road – I used to stop breathing for the half hour it would take us in bumper to bumper traffic the whole trip.

Swear words. Are highly effective and useful.. and emphatic. And they get my ass moving, and make me feel less angry, and are like cheese…. can transform a sentence. I do swear like a sailor, at times, but as the above picture proves… its useful. to a degree. Mostly it just makes me feel better.

I’m hoping I don’t have to explain this one too much. The Cleveland Show. The End.

this dude. even when he is over tired… okay, especially when he is over tired, because it is just too hilarious. multitude of reasons, but lets stick with the fact he is my GOAT BFF. and we are completely ridiculous together, and we are doing the very best we can, every single day. together.

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ten things you really should know about us….

Monday April 16 2012

Oh! Hi there!
Welcome… to our family
We look a little bit different, in fact our home is now different
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To (re) kick things off, we are going to fill you in on some secrets / things you have always wondered / didn’t know!

1. The obvious place to start would be our name… Killers is one of Adam’s (above right) nicknames. He even has a BMX jersey to prove its legitimacy from way back. And there is nothing more disconcerting than sitting in a crowded pub and someone yelling out ‘HEY KILLERS’ and noticing the sudden quietness… Oh yes. Fitting though, it suits… we have very quirky senses of humour, laugh a lot, and of course life is a little bit left of the middle around here!

2. We live together in a little sleepy suburb on the outskirts of Sydney… it is lovely, in our little square of rented real estate. I am an original began from the West (‘Riff represent) whilst Adam has lived around here all his blinking life. We moved in together around five years ago, and 2012 is the year of the house. Watch out sellers, HERE WE COME!

3. Travel = love. Lyndal had to CONVINCE, absolutely bloody talk Adam into travelling overseas. After years of doing drive arounds for BMX competitions, she was finally allowed to pick a holiday destination and plan away. Lyndal picked America, and of course we went to watch the Super X. Lyndal is pretty sure any holiday we have even attempted has still involved some form of motorsport. Along the way we have learnt that Adam is good at everything ( there is a post about that here ) Lyndal, not so great at athletics… Lyndal is also not great at judging distances on a map (after walking 38km in one day… because it was only a few cm apart on the paper!) Snow is really cold and Adams warnings come way too late when she is falling down stairs, and most importantly laughter solves EVERYTHING!

4. One thing Lyndal drives Adam crazy with is… the tapping of fingernails on the iPad / Keyboard. It’s no good trying to sneaky check social media in bed if those nails are tap tap tapping away. The only time tapping is good is when you are trying to make a putt… the end

5. Adam never fails to make Lyndal laugh because… he is a roving jukebox karaoke machine. You never know when you are going to come out of another room, steam coming out of your ears, and all of a sudden he is singing a completely random song with bonus added dance moves. Or late at night in very peaceful silence, all a sudden its bust-a-move! Its loud, its crazy… its a boat load of fun.

6. Adam thinks Lyndal really hates that he can find any piece of motorsport on tv at any given time of day. Apparently. It has nothing to do with the loud noises made when SHOUTING at the racers (because they can totally hear you) or that its distracting you from doing your one house chore of washing up. Who cares really, I have my iDevices… and headphones

7. Our pet of choice is a fat, heavy unit of a dog… otherwise known as a British Bulldog. His name will be Bentley. He is still a sparkle in his Papas eye. Lyndal on the other hand, wanted a daschund forever, until Adam broke her heart and vetoed that idea quicker than any protest could be made. Currently she is settled on a Fiesty French Bulldog… but time will tell.

8. We are extremely stubborn… ridiculously stubborn. Lyndal is Saggitarian, Adam is an Aries – you can tell that both being fire signs it can certainly get heated. Luckily it is very rarely at each other, however you bet your bottom dollar it makes for a formidable team. Most of the time it means we march to the beat of our own drum – the Joneses are just another family down the street who wave as we walk past. And God help you when we finally make a decision…. Just saying.

9. Lunchbox letters are incredibly important. You can never express your gratitude or love enough. Whether it be a very public inter webs luncbox letter, or a quiet note left in a journal – lunchbox letters started very early on in the days when Lyndal was solo living in Redfern and Adam had to drive an hour to visit/stay over… and they continue. Adam may not remember the exact date of birthdays or anniversaries, but the lunchbox letters steal hearts every. blinking. time.

10. Dreams… we dream on the scale of big and giant and grand. Adam says ‘Bentleys, Bulldogs, Blogs’. Lyndal thinks that sums it up really well – but also dreams of houses and no more uni, and maybe little killers. We may not ‘feel’ as ‘old’ as we really are, but we are constantly talking of our dreams and hopes. Adam dreams a lot of motorbikes, and not working whilst Lyndal slaves away making big bucks. Lyndal thinks thats fine as long as he does the house chores which includes the groceries (which is not simply a trolley of ice magic). Really, at the end of the day, dreams carry us through life and we have been incredibly blessed to have been able to see a lot of these become reality. This blog is just the fruition of a small slice of those – and a place where we can reflect, pause and project.

Welcome, again, to our family. Right now it is just Lyndal and Adam. One day it will be Bentley and Fred (the Frenchy) with Little Killer 1 and maybe Little Killers 2 and 3. Time will tell, and our journey will be well detailed here… from both of us

xxoo

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· Filed Under: talk · Tagged: Adam, Crazy, family, IBOT, love, Lyndal