Wednesday, 30 November 2011

You’re digging in the garden, and find a fist-sized nugget of gold.

“Holy Shit” I think. This can’t be what I think it is? Surely. Maybe Teddy is playing jokes… I stare at the enormous nugget in my hand and try and understand the gravity of the situation. I just dug up a fist-sized nugget of what surely looks to be gold. Under my tomatoes. Cheeky little bastards hiding that from me.

I get up and wander toward the house. As I stumble through the back door I call out to Charlie.
“Charlie! Charlie, come here! I need your… expertise?” I yell and I hear him start to thump down the stairs. He enters the room and his eyes lock onto my outstretched hand.
“Charlie, is this what I think it is?” I say, my hand starting to quiver.
“What the f-“ he cuts himself off as he closes the distance between us and picks the mangled rock from my hand.
“We need to get to a jewellery store… surely that’s gold? Look at it!” he says, incredulous.
“Where the bloody hell did you get it?”
“It was under the tomatoes.” I get a blank look.
“In the garden… I dug it up”
“Yeah… so we’re going to need to check this out.” He says to me.
“Teddy!” he yells, “Teddy time to hop in the car, mum and dad are going for a drive.”
Well, that makes for an interesting Saturday, I think to myself as we get our stuff together and trudge out to the car.

We arrive at the jewellery store and Charlie pulls the nugget from his pocket as we approach the door, he’s wrapped in tissues. “Yeah that’ll protect it,” I think to myself, but I keep my mouth shut as he is clearly too excited and I’d hate to dampen that mood.
Charlie strides towards the counter and sets down the stone as he pulls it from within the tissues. The girl at the counter stops in her tracks as she catches sight of what he’s put down, she continues toward us, clearly intrigued.
“Where did you find this?” She asks.
“In the back yard,” I answer, “I was gardening just now, is it real gold?” I blurted out the question on everybody’s lips.
“Yes,” she says bluntly. “And worth a fair bit I imagine.”

And then we sold the nugget, made bazillions and lived happily ever after. If only.

The jewellers we went to ended up valuing the nugget at just over $15,000. So at Charlie’s leave, we decided to hold onto it for a while, and do some shopping around over the next week to see where we could net the best price. We’d been told that collectors sometimes offer more for a nugget, because of the raw form or something of the like.

That night as I was tucking Teddy into bed, I heard Charlie creep past me from the lounge to our bedroom; I thought nothing of it as I kissed Teddy on the cheek and pulled up his blankets. I walked out to the lounge to see Charlie sitting watching television. I stopped in my place.
“Charlie? Did you just creep through to the bedroom?” I asked hesitantly, fearing what his answer may be.
“Nope, been here watching the boxing.. why?” My heart stopped. I relayed what I heard to him and he jumped up to investigate, grabbing a frypan from the kitchen on the way (yeah great choice of weapon right? We could be in cluedo right now). He stalked down the hall, with me in tow creeping silently behind him. As he rounded the corner and approached our bedroom door he darted to flick on the switch. And nothing. The room was empty. He checked the wardrobe, and the ensuite. Both empty.
“You going crazy love?” He asked, with that lopsided grin I fell in love with.
“Maybe..” I trailed off, certain I’d heard footsteps. I shook myself to get rid of the memory and followed Charlie out to the lounge room. As I lowered myself into the lounge chair a chill crept over me. Unsettled, I tried to ignore my unease as we relaxed into our routine of telly before bed.

The 25 Days of Christmas!

Ok so I've decided to start writing again. Not just on my blog, but really writing.. I'm going to use this list of writing prompts I found on a blog on and my challenge is to use every one before the end of the month.

I don't know if I'll use them for short stories... poems, or perhaps the beginning or ending of a novel. I will post the prompt as the title of my post... and post the result. I'm a little apprehensive to setting myself this challenge as I am not very good at keeping things, however for the sake of my writing.. this I intend to keep!

Wish me LUCK I'll be starting later on today :/

Thursday, 17 November 2011

Nothing will be gained by blaming others for your misfortune. Jealousy will not get you anywhere, but will only give you restlessness.

I apologise for my extended absence. Much has been going on in my life that is neither interesting nor blog worthy but I have to say, I went to a wedding recently and it was beautiful. I have to admit that I teared up a little, and I honestly didn't think I would. At the end of the day, it was how I felt that I remembered, it was a beautiful day, but all of the stunning decorations and beautiful setting could have been hay in a barn for all I knew. It was that beautiful feeling between the bride and groom that I took home with me. I've never seen two people more in love, and I think that's what triggered my little cry :)

Anyway, apart from that beautiful day and visits from lover not a lot has been going down. I've been looking at my life a lot recently, because I've had time to, and I still feel like I don't know where I am or where I'm going. I look at the relationships I share with people, good and bad, and wonder why they are that way. I'm eternally grateful for all the beautiful people in my life and I'm even grateful for the bad relationships. The snide remarks I've received over the years, while they hurt me, have made me into who I am. I'm stronger and more sure of myself now, and I wouldn't be if those people hadn't tried to get to me.

I don't think I ever want to have an 'I don't care' attitude. I still want all those little things to affect me just as much as they did. And they still do, just not for as long. An unnecessary comment here or there still hurt, and I want it to stay that way, because if I stop caring what people think... I won't feel as, well as human I guess. I obviously wish that we didn't have to feel hurt, but if people are hurting me, then they must be hurting too, and if I were to respond, or bite back or be malicious in anyway, then I'm not really helping am I.

The quote I used to start this entry hit home for me. It's honest and as of today I'm not going to blame anyone else for where I am. Only thank those people that have helped me get here. I won't openly thank those that hurt me, because that would just be kind of weird. I like to think I'm getting wiser, but let's be honest, I'm young and stupid and have a few good years of that left in me, so all I can do is try my hardest to focus on the one thing I don't like about myself and remove it. When I'm done with that one I will move onto the next one.

I just... I don't want to be the jealous girl I sometimes am. And if anybody says that they've never been jealous they are either the happiest person you've ever met, or lying. So just some food for thought :)

Make all around you beautiful with your presence :) JPxx