Wednesday, 31 August 2011
Tuesday, 30 August 2011
This year I haven't really had a summer holiday, that is I have been at home anyway so it has been hard to distinguish the summer break from the rest of my time, especially here in good old West Yorkshire where the weather doesn't give you a hint either. Shiver, rain, ooh is that a bit of sun, no sorry the street light was just forced to come on early...
Anyway, the reason (as some of you will already know and are thinking jeez enough already) I have been off work is that during the April holiday break I squeezed out a child. I love that term, squeezed out a child, it makes for a great visual. Yes, I was with child and then I was with a whole heap of disruption. This is her, the daughter, the Katharine Lorelai. Say hello to the nice people... oohh cooo eeehh blaaah. She is getting there!
But hey, we are having a wee holiday but not until the end of September so I guess I will just have to wait and see what the Keeper of the Sprite has for us spinners and hope I can weave in some soggy looking but smiley photos of four adults, the dog and the kid hitting the blustery beaches of Angelsey.
I have just realised that I am a little sparce with the full stops today, hope you managed to breathe through my 6574 word sentences, ha ha.
Monday, 29 August 2011
Sunday, 28 August 2011
Saturday, 27 August 2011
We wandered around the Marina, fed the ducks which seemed to appear from nowhere, looked at all the pretty decorated barges (George even tried to escape on one) and then stopped at a local restaurant that sits by the water for a cup of coffee.
It was a beautiful day, the sun shone, the water flowed in the breeze and it felt great to get out in the fresh air for a walk and a natter.
We will definitely have to do it again sometime. :) xx
Friday, 26 August 2011
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Sure, like everyone else I can list things that made me glad to have finished with School...
- Overpriced book fees
- Feelings of inadequacy
- Juggling work and study
- Cramming assignments into the early hours of the morning
- Classes at 4pm on a Friday
- Waiting for grades
- The distance from home
- Not having two pounds to rub together
Here are 10 things that I miss...
1. Reading all those books
2. Feeling that elation that comes with knowledge building
3. Having a proper routine and schedule
4. The ability to use all the hours God gave and still have energy for more
5. Skipping dull classes for that special someone
6. The accomplishment of submitting work and receiving the deserved marking
7. The friends I made that taught me so much more than the teachers
8. The train journey home and the time it provided for me to be alone
9. Working on a budget and learning that fun can be had with very little
10. Testing myself and finding out what I am capable of.
So would I go back to school and start up my education again? Hell no?
So would I go back to school and start up my education again............
Hell yes! :) xx
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
Tuesday, 23 August 2011
Monday, 22 August 2011
Growing up I absorbed information. I loved to learn, still do, but my capacity to retain my teachings is now lacking the vigour of my younger years. I can remember vividly some classes from my early teens yet can not recall what I wore last Tuesday. I guess that age and motherhood are the reasons why I am no longer the geek that I was but I am sure that being easily distracted doesn't help ha ha.
Anyway, language... I studied French for five years and German for three but can speak and read very little. But when I was eleven and due to move from Junior School to High School we got to spend two days at the high school to see what we thought. We got to take part in lessons and have lunch in the cafeteria... it was amazing. I felt so grown up and eager to get there.
Now one of the lessons was French with Mr Smith. He taught us a song in French. Head, shoulders, knees and toes... know it? I can remember every word...
Five years of french and I can ask for a chocolate ice cream and tell you that I have blue eyes.
But one day, when I was at my learning best, and I can remember a whole song. And twenty years down the line still sing it perfectly.
Okay... maybe not perfectly in tune... :) xx
Sunday, 21 August 2011
Saturday, 20 August 2011
Friday, 19 August 2011
This is a topic that I have been thinking about a lot since April.
Nature or Nurture?
Either way I fear she is going to be a little on the nutty side too.
My husband's family are very different from mine. They are quiet refined folk the lot of them, my husband included. Or at least he was... Since he met me he has become daft as a brush. From knowing the in laws clearly it is in his nature to be calm and collected so the nutter side must have been nurtured by yours truly? Oops.
My brother Tim, he didn't live with us when I was growing up. From my Dad's first marriage he is nine years old than I am so I knew him but didn't know him... if you know what I mean. As adults we have formed a relationship where I can appreciate who he is and how we are alike. It also means that I have a better judgement of what traits, that we share from my father, are nature rather than nurture. Reading and collecting for example, I was witness to the coin collections, the reading and the boxes and boxes of 'useful' stuff while Tim wasn't. But both siblings read like fiends, have more DVDs than blockbusters and know that any old thing might come in useful one day. Clearly Nature.
But... is it nature? Do I love books because my parents do and my grandparents did or do I love them because growing up the only child in the house they gave me bounded pages to keep me quiet and it stuck? Or both? Or neither? Do I love them just because I do? You could go round in circles thinking about it... in fact you you could SPIN ha ha.
When I started writing this post I had, what I thought, a clear opinion. Now after thinking about it I am baffled.
To what extent does the nurture influence the nature and vice versa?
Are we all destined to be scorpions, stinging because simply it is what we do? Or could we be a scorpion raised by a squirrel and the whole waving the tail in the air thing is just because it looks so cute...
I'm dizzy... :) xx
Thursday, 18 August 2011
A short story inspired by your favourite song.
(The song is at the bottom, play it as you read...)
She loves books and 80s power ballads and his sense of humour.
He loves books and 80s power ballads... and her...
Opening the frosted front door he found her once again stood on his doorstep. The rain had drenched her hair, her tears her cheeks. She was here again, using him as her buffer for heartbreak. He usually didn't mind, after fifteen years of friendship he was used to applying the glue to her shattered pieces but today... today he had had enough.
He slammed the door shut. She used her key.
He moved into the kitchen and slammed that door behind him too. He was on a roll, finally. Courage was uncharacteristically on his side and he conceded that it was possibly Dutch due to the amount of Jack Daniels he had consumed in the past two hours. Hearing she was one half of another failed relationship always hit him hard. Fifteen years had equalled seven, make that eight failed guys. Eight guys that were not him.
She slammed the door shut. He refilled his glass.
He heard the thud of her suitcase as she dropped it heavily in the hallway, then the stomp of her shoes as she followed him. He could feel her staring at the back of his head incredulously. He didn't care. She moved into the room to look at his face. He still didn't care. She spoke; his fizzing emotions mounted.
"You're drunk!" She sat and tried to smile, for the most part oblivious to his feelings, "I get dumped and you drink... something is off with this picture."
"So what happened this time?" He stretched for the bottle, she moved it out of reach.
"He thought it was okay to share himself around, I did not." She took a drink straight from the bottle, still oblivious.
"Did you ever consider that you pick these losers so the relationship is guaranteed to end sooner or later?"
He had her attention. Courage flew the coop.
"Forget it." He lunged for the bottle. She downed the last two shots in spite.
"No. If you have an opinion give it..."
Courage returned. It dragged self pity and impatience with it.
"You haven't had a relationship with a guy that has lasted longer than two years since we were seventeen." Ha! It felt good to finally call her on it, queasy but good.
"There has been you..."
"Then why is it that you can find it in your heart to fall for any guy but me?" Gulp. Now she was really staring at him.
"Do you want me to fall for you?"
He stood, arms flung wide. She stood, no longer oblivious.
"It never occurred to you in fifteen years that I'm the one who wants to be with you?" There... he said it.
"You wondered!?" Now he snatched the bottle from her, it didn't matter that it was empty, ownership counted.
"Did it never occur to you that in fifteen years that is all I needed to hear?"
She smiled at him, broadly. He scowled back, darkly.
It hit him that she loved him at the same time that she hit him on the arm, hard.
"How about now that Jack has given you a pair of balls you..."
He yanked her to him. She was silenced with a kiss...
(My favourite song is 'To Be With You' By Mr Big.)
Wednesday, 17 August 2011
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
KNOW ME BY LETTER
And that as they say is a wrap... for now...
So, do you know me any better?
Monday, 15 August 2011
Sunday, 14 August 2011
I am fascinated by it and through my Sunday morning musical half an hour I have found the likes of:
- Vertical Horizon
- Nine Days
- Hootie and the Blowfish
- Peter Bradley Adams
- Patty Griffin
The list could go on and on but I am going to stop there for the time being, unless next Sunday someone else pops up on the radio that grabs my attention.
If you don't have an iPhone you can always check out WE7 Radio at www.we7.com for a fantastic listen.
Enjoy. :) xx
Sent from my iPhone
Saturday, 13 August 2011
Friday, 12 August 2011
I had to really think about this one. I have so many habits that on reflection are a hinderence so I found it hard to talk about only one.
You see... I crack my toes, leave half drunk glasses of drink all over the house (for the record I am not anticipating an alien landing), spend a fortune on books, am blind to the mess, miss out third gear when I am driving, sing in the shower, daydream at inappropriate moments, play with my iPhone when I should be asleep, have a new celebrity crush every week, read all the movie credits, drink Cappuccinos even though I don't like coffee, save photos to my desktop... the list goes on and on.
I am sure if you ask my husband he will give you a whole load of my bad habits that I have failed to think of.
But my worst Bad Habit is that I never finish anything. I have half read books, half written stories, half collected collections, half painted paintings, pots without plants, resultions that are never fulfulled, plans that get abandoned mid-plot and again the list goes on and on.
I am sure if you ask my husband...
I guess I should give you a more specific example? Hmm, right, got one.
Back in April a few days after the birth of Katharine, I decided that I wanted something in the nursery with her name on. As both her first and middle names are both 'difficult' to spell (it would seem) I thought it would be a good idea to get the right spellings as big as possible on her wall. I wanted to do it before Katharine went from the moses basket to her own room. So I bought some letters, and some crafty bits like paper, beeds, butterflies and of course glue, and then did nothing.
That was in April.
In May I finally got around to giving the letters a base coat of 'muddy puddle' emulsion. But that was in May. Katharine moved in to her nursery.
In June I finally got around to decorating the letters with the paper and the beads and the butterflies. But that was in June. Katharine learned how to smile and find her toes.
In July I finally got around to painting the canvas which I intended to stick the letters to. But (are you sensing a pattern) that was in July. Katharine started being fussy with her milk so we started giving her some baby rice.
It's now August and the letters still are not on the nursery wall. I sometimes wonder if they will ever get finished. It would be a shame if they didn't as so far they look lovely...
Don't you agree?
Reading back I have changed my mind, in an effort to make sure I finish them I am scrapping this as my bad habit... No longer do I not finish things... I just take a REALLY long time. :) xx
Thursday, 11 August 2011
Okay... close your eyes and picture this...
WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!!!
Read to the end and then close your eyes, sorry I should have been more specific. :)
When I decided to write this post I am afraid I latched on to the word 'dream' and as I began to think about what my party would be like I also dreamt that I won the lottery to pay for it, so beware... this is not a rational party, it is the party I will never have.
The weather is perfect, obviously, as my family and friends arrive in their own horse drawn carriage wearing ball gowns and tuxedos which have been designed and made specifically for each of them. My mother is in her favourite Duck Egg blue, my best friend Jo in a sequined 1920s playful cerise and turquoise; the hundred guests all coiffed, taffeta cloaked, perfumed and enchanted. It's a dusky evening so arrival at the venue is by lanterns strung and fluttering along the pathway, music and the smell of deliciousness floating invitingly with the peaceful breeze.
Anything is possible...
At one end of the room stands a chocolate fountain with strawberries and marshmellows the size of fists ready for dunking. At the other there is a ten tier cake, designed and made by choccywoccydoodah, to awe the diners and fulfill the fantasy of the host.
The food is exquisit, the winners of Master Chef from all around the globe have prepared eleven different courses, each one getting better and better in order to climax with some heartbreakingly amazing chocolate concoction. Each item of food contains no calories, the wine no hangover, the late night no fatigue... the clock slowed Santa style in order for as much fun to be had as possible. For family and friends to have one night away from what ever reality awaits them at dawn.
Wednesday, 10 August 2011
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
Monday, 8 August 2011
Sunday, 7 August 2011
Saturday, 6 August 2011
Friday, 5 August 2011
Thursday, 4 August 2011
Time Travel... it fascinates me. I think its the dreamer in me, the me who dreams, that would love to go back, forward, lateral just to learn more... perhaps change? perhaps see what I could have done better? different? at all? I would definitely avoid the flannel shirts of '95!
Recently, I started watching Being Erica. A woman, roughly my age, takes part in unconventional 'therapy sessions' where she gets to travel back through her life to try and do differently those things that, in the present, she regrets. It's amazing, the type of TV show that puts the heat in your stomach because you are slightly envious that you can't live that life, can't confront your past. Erica's therapist, Dr. Tom, gets her to write down a list of her regrets... I challenge you to do the same. I challenge myself to do it too.
But on to the workshop. What would I tip myself about blogging? If I could go back to the beginning...
- Stop faffing with the background! You are going to spend hours wasting your time trying to make something interesting. Go straight to ShabbyBlogs and see the wonders that they have ready made.
- What are you doing? You are going to start a weekly diary... what ever happens keep it going... you will regret it if you don't.
- Who are they? Read more blogs, find out who people are, comment on what they have to say. Broaden your mind.
- Snap it up! You love photographs so make the most of it. Take more, snap more, blog them. Readers love to read but let them SEE.
- What you know... Be who you are, don't try and be pretentious because you will start to hate what the blog has become. Write from the heart but don't lay everything out on your sleeve...
- FEED your readers! Sort out your RSS and ATOM feeds so that people can easily follow you. What is that you are asking yourself (literally)? Google it!
- Take the time! Life is going to get emotional and crazy and then amazing but make sure you make time to blog. This is your memoir, gaps are not permitted in life.
- Jot it down! I know you always carry a note book, but use it! Inspiration can and will strike at any time. Even the most mundane occurrences may strike you later as fodder for thought.
- Don't stress about it. People WILL read what you have to write. You WILL connect! Life IS worth its documentation. Put aside DOUBTS and just go for it.
- And find Mama Kat! You will meet some amazing people through her.
Wednesday, 3 August 2011
Tuesday, 2 August 2011
Monday, 1 August 2011
It scared the living daylights out of me! Then I felt foolish... but still! What sort of person would have this in their garden? Someone who would need to remortgage judging by the price of it.
In my garden there used to be a bird on a stick but its wings fell off... poor thing, it was either that or get strangled by the weeds. :) xx