So, I thought I hadn't blogged for a long time but I had no idea just how long it had been! My last post was October 2012!!!! Seen as it is now June 2016 I'm completely shocked!!!
Anyhooooo..... I am about to make one of the biggest changes in my life in the next few days so watch this space!
Showing posts with label Deep And Meaningfull. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Deep And Meaningfull. Show all posts
Friday, 10 June 2016
Time Flies!!!!
Monday, 16 January 2012
What will be will be....
"Sometimes we struggle so vigorously with
a vision of how things are "supposed to be"
that we lose sight of what is "meant to be"."
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
The Wooden Bowl
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Poppy Appeal
The average British soldier is 19 years old ... he is a short haired, well built lad who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears and just old enough to buy a round of drinks but old enough to die for his country – and for you. He’s not particularly keen on hard work but he’d rather be grafting in Afghanistan than unemployed in the UK. He recently left comprehensive school where he was probably an average student, played some form of sport, drove a ten year old rust bucket, and knew a girl that either broke up with him when he left, or swore to be waiting when he returns home. He moves easily to rock and roll or hip-hop or to the rattle of a 7.62mm machine gun.
He is about a stone lighter than when he left home because he is working or fighting from dawn to dusk and well beyond. He has trouble spelling, so letter writing is a pain for him, but he can strip a rifle in 25 seconds and reassemble it in the dark. He can recite every detail of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either effectively if he has to. He digs trenches and latrines without the aid of machines and can apply first aid like a professional paramedic. He can march until he is told to stop, or stay dead still until he is told to move.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation but he is not without a rebellious spirit or a sense of personal dignity. He is confidently self-sufficient. He has two sets of uniform with him: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his water bottle full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never forgets to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes and fix his own hurts. If you are thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food is your food. He'll even share his life-saving ammunition with you in the heat of a firefight if you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and regards his weapon as an extension of his own hands. He can save your life or he can take it, because that is his job - it's what a soldier does. He often works twice as long and hard as a civilian, draws half the pay and has nowhere to spend it, and can still find black ironic humour in it all. There's an old saying in the British Army: 'If you can't take a joke, you shouldn't have joined!
He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and he is unashamed to show it or admit it. He feels every bugle note of the 'Last Post' or 'Sunset' vibrate through his body while standing rigidly to attention. He's not afraid to 'Bollock' anyone who shows disrespect when the Regimental Colours are on display or the National Anthem is played; yet in an odd twist, he would defend anyone's right to be an individual. Just as with generations of young people before him, he is paying the price for our freedom. Clean shaven and baby faced he may be, but be prepared to defend yourself if you treat him like a kid.
He is the latest in a long thin line of British Fighting Men who have kept this country free for hundreds of years. He asks for nothing from us except our respect, friendship and understanding. We may not like what he does, but sometimes he doesn't like it either - he just has it to do. Remember him always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.
Now we even have brave young women putting themselves in harm's way, doing their part in this tradition of going to war when our nation's politicians call on us to do so. When you receive this, please stop for a moment and if you are so inclined, feel free to say a prayer for our troops in the trouble spots of the world.
Tuesday, 11 August 2009
Irena Sendler
There recently was a death of a 98 year-old lady named Irena. During WWII, Irena, got permission to work in the Warsaw Ghetto, as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist. She had an 'ulterior motive' ... She KNEW what the Nazi's plans were for the Jews, (being German.) Irena smuggled infants out in the bottom of the tool box she carried and she carried in the back of her truck a burlap sack, (for larger kids..) She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers of course wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids/infants noises.. During her time of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants. She was caught, and the Nazi's broke both her legs, arms and beat her severely. Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar, buried under a tree in her back yard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived it and reunited the family. Most had been gassed. Those kids she helped got placed into foster family homes or adopted.
Last year Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize ...She was not selected. Al Gore won, for a slide show on Global Warming! The prize doesn't always go to the most deserving!
In MEMORIAM - 63 YEARS LATER
Please read the little cartoon carefully, it's powerful. Double click on it to make it bigger so you can read it! :o)
It is now more than 60 years after the Second World War in Europe ended. This is in memory of the six million Jews, 20 million Russians, 10 million Christians and 1,900 Catholic priests who were murdered, massacred, raped, burned, starved and humiliated!
Now, more than ever, with Iraq , Iran , and others, claiming the Holocaust to be 'a myth,' it's imperative to make sure the world never forgets, because there are others who would like to do it again.
Friday, 25 July 2008
Fitting In Spiritually
I just read my gorgeous friend Syd's post spiritually speaking and it reminded me that I have been meaning to do a post myself regarding the same topic. Those who have been reading my blog from the beginning will know I have been on a bit of a journey to find god or find a religion that I actually believe or feel I fit in with.
I struggled with the whole getting Kadyn christened thing as I didn't want to stand there and make loads of promises about Jesus and stuff that I didn't whole heartedly believe in myself. However, I did want to thank god for my beautiful baby girl. I have never doubted god himself, just the fact that some people believe there is only ONE path to him. I have always thought good people in many different religions will all reach god in the end, we all just have different ways of getting there.
Most religions are not tolerant of other religions and I really struggle with that. I read loads of different stuff in my quest to find a religion I felt like I really agreed with and I finally came across this:
Click here for more details on : Unitarianism
They believe that:
- everyone has the right to seek truth and meaning for themselves.
- the fundamental tools for doing this are your own life experience, your reflection upon it, your intuitive understanding and the promptings of your own conscience.
- the best setting for this is a community that welcomes you for who you are, complete with your beliefs, doubts and questions.
They can be called religious ‘liberals’:
- religious because we unite to celebrate and affirm values that embrace and reflect a greater reality than self.
- liberal because we claim no exclusive revelation or status for ourselves; because we afford respect and toleration to those who follow different paths of faith.
We are called ‘Unitarians’:
- because of our traditional insistence on divine unity, the oneness of God.
- because we affirm the essential unity of humankind and of creation.
I like it!! I feel like I fit in here! I called the fellowship in my area and spoke to a lovely lady who's father is a retired minister. Him and his wife travelled down to meet us and he is going to perform the naming ceremony for Kadyn in September. I feel so much more comfortable about the whole thing. We have some beautiful readings about life and children and I will post them on here after the ceremony.
I have always wanted to be part of a religion, church or group. I feel like an outsider sometimes and I often wish I had found that faith that so many people have at an early age. I read some blogs where people seem to have an almost second family, their church family. It seems like a different world sometimes. Everyone seems happy and kind. There are people that are married to their high school sweethearts, have a lovely houses, beautiful children, active busy lives, happy happy happy, they go to church. I often wish I WAS in that kind of life. I went down a different path I guess.
I think the whole community thing is so much bigger in the states too, one of the reasons I sometimes wish we had stayed there. Well, actually I don't so much wish we had stayed there, more like wonder what it would have been like if we had. Would I have become part of some kind of group. Would I have done loads of activities I enjoyed (they always had way more activities and social events at school in the USA than over here ever did) or would I have always felt like the outsider over there. The English one. The one that speaks differently.
Actually I have always wanted to fit in. To blend into the background. Be the same as other people. I don't like being different, I don't want to be different. I don't want to be unique which is a bit weird I suppose - I want to be like other people - It makes me feel better. I don't know why!!
I guess that is why I was searching to fit into a religion. I wanted to be able to say I am a ........blar blar blar. I wasn't content being the ONLY one that thought the things I thought and felt the way I did and it was a huge relief and comfort when I found the Unitarian website and read what they believed in. I no longer felt like I was ALONE - there are others out there that think a little like ME!!
Thursday, 17 July 2008
Post Natal Depression
Went to the docs today as been very tearful for weeks now. Had to do a questionnaire thing and it all added up to the fact I have post natal depression! I have suffered from depression about 7 years ago and was worried throughout my pregnancy that I would get post natal depression especially as the circumstances around and during my pregnancy were not the best BUT I didn't get it! I was so chuffed with myself and proud of myself for doing it all on my own and coping with everything and then all of a sudden .... BLAM! It kinda came at me from nowhere! I've had the odd few days over the last 11 months where I have had the odd day here and there with crying and feeling down but I normally get over it pretty quick and pull myself together but this time the tears just seem to not want to go away! So, almost 11 months later the poxy depression has caught up with me and there was me thinking I could escape it!!!!!!
I have no motivation with ANYTHING really. I get upset as I don't have many friends to do stuff with during the day and it can be quite lonely on your own all day and all night with a baby. So to fix that I went online and met other mums in the same sort of position as me. Although they are not single mums they are still finding it hard during the day and crave a bit of adult conversation so I made friends with them and arranged meet ups etc.. BUT....I can't be bothered. I can't be bothered to get dressed, wash my hair, do my make-up, iron my clothes, leave the house - I just don't have the energy and all I want to do is sleep! It is rubbish - I am complaining about not having friends and then when I do I don't want to see them!! Anyway, like I said, I went to the docs and have been given some happy pills so hopefully I can get my umph back and get back to my normal self.
Kadyn is currently eating a magazine so better go sort her out - why is it that they always want everything they are not meant to have rather than all the cool toys they have got? LOL
Anyway - hopefully this is the first step to getting fixed!!
Monday, 14 July 2008
Wishing I Didn't Wish Stuff Like That
I went to see UB40 last night in an open air concert. I originally bought 4 tickets and was going to go with my daughters dad, his brother and his brothers girlfriend however when i made my big decision a few weeks ago to get rid of all ifs buts and maybes out of my life I also decided that socialising together would make the whole healing process take much longer. I therefore decided that going with my friends would be a much better option.
I can count my friends on one hand (sometimes I think this is a good thing and sometimes I think it's not) so when one was on holiday, one hated UB40 and the other one couldn't afford transport to get to me it left me and my buddie Miche as the only 2 peeps going to the concert!
Now don't get me wrong, I had a good time but I always feel like something is missing. I hate it cos I usually always feel like that at concerts. Most people tend to be in couples or big family groups. Even though I'm not there on my own, I'm with my friend I kinda feel a bit empty, like something is missing. I really want to be there with my "boyfriend" (the one I don't have yet just in case I am confusing you) I really wanna be there with a man, a man that loves me and it really bugs me that I feel like that! I really DON'T wanna feel like that! I really wanna be able to just go out with my mates and ENJOY the night without WISHING it be different, WISHING I was there with someone special making a memory that creates a bond together, making a memory that you can chat about and reminisce about later down the line. I flipping WISH I was just content sharing memories with friends and I feel like a cow because I'm not. Sometimes I just wanna be loved by a MAN! How crap is that!!!!!!
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
The Power Of Our Actions
I really like this story I read so I thought I would share it with you:
"One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.' I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks, they really should get lives'. He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'. There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football
with my friends and he said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!'. He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends...
When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak on Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great.
He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous! Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'. He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.'Thanks' he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began 'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends...I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story'.
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.'Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable'.
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions.
With one small gesture you can change a person's life.
For better or for worse.
God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.
Look for good in others."
Wednesday, 25 June 2008
Pounds AND inches.....going going going!!
Another 3.6 pounds gone so that is a total of 15.2 pounds all together which is over a stone! That's in just 3 weeks! Feels like about 3 years though I have to say! (a stone is 14 pounds for you USA bods that don't know). So that is my first stone GONE!! So, if I can do that well and I have not been perfect on it, just think what I could do if I stuck to the rules 100% and WAS perfect! So, that's what I'm gonna try to do this week!!
Oh, and inches!! We got measured again this week and I have lost a whopping 6 1/2 inches off my waist. Another 2 1/2 off my bust and also 2 off my hips!! Excellent !!!!!!!!
I also got my self respect back and sorted out my love life! I am officially young free and PROPERLY single. Got rid of half hearted substitutions and feel so much better now :o) I was hanging on to ifs buts and maybes and felt like my life was on hold waiting for someone else to make their mind up! No longer!! I made MY mind up instead!! I know it is gonna be a bit of a tough road now and then but right now I'M COOL and feel POSITIVE :o)
Saturday, 7 June 2008
A Bit Of This & A Bit Of That!
OK, so I haven't been around for a while. I've had so much going on and just haven't been in the "blogging zone". I think I just blogged myself out! Also, I'm not lucky enough to blog totally honestly about what is going on in my life as I have readers that would be hurt or offended or affected by what I wrote about so I don't write about it but I wish I could if that makes sense???
Anyway, I've had a tough few weeks but I'm sorting myself out! My diet went totally to pot and I ended up putting weight on, getting all upset about it and deleting my diet blog. I just don't have the time to do as much as I want with the 2 blogs I already have and cos it wasn't going well it just seemed like a mission and a chore rather than something I enjoyed.
I am finally in the zone now and last Tuesday I started the Lighter Life Diet! It is a bit extreme I know but I AM GOING TO DO IT! I have a friend who did it and went from a size 18 to size 10 in 14 weeks! In the 14 week foundation plan you lose on average 3 stone! BUT......you are not aloud to eat ANY FOOD! You have 4 milkshakes a day which give you all the protein, vitamins & minerals that you need to stay healthy and they are yummy which is a bonus! You have a 2 hour counselling session a week which is the bit I really wanted. I have yo yo dieted for years and I need to work out why I have such a crap relationship with food! You have to get the ok from your doctor and they see you monthly too. Anyway, I have been doing it for 4 days so far and I have already lost 7 pounds! Flipping Fantastic!!!!!!!!!!! You have to drink 4 litres of water a day which I am struggling to do as I usually go days without drinking ANYTHING (bad I know) but I am just about managing just over 3 litres and I'm trying to get it up a bit each day.
I have to keep telling myself it is JUST for 3 months, 14 measly weeks and I will have lost all this flabber labber and be slim again. After the 14 weeks they start to introduce food slowly back into your diet. That way you get to know what foods are good for you individually and what foods are trigger foods. Trigger foods are ones that make you more hungry and want to overeat etc. Everyone has different trigger foods. The way they see it is that if you have a problem with alcohol or drugs they remove them TOTALLY from your system so that's what they are doing with the food as FOOD is my DRUG and right now it is making me ill. It is making me fat and miserable and I wanna fix it! I had actually asked my doctor for counselling but was told that because I don't make myself throw up it is not officially classed as an eating disorder. How stupid is that??????! So, I stuff my face and don't throw up which is making me FAT - surely that is still a problem? Anyway, obviously not in the official medical terms! SO, that's why I started Lighter Life, mainly for the counselling as I want to get to the bottom of WHY I binge eat especially when I know it makes me so miserable.
Blimey, can't believe I just said all that out loud!
Kadyn (aka Little Loola) has been much much more active and wanting far more attention, another reason why I have not been blogging as much as I need to entertain her way more than I used to. She has started crawling now and I have been slightly, only slightly mind you, better at keeping her blog updated. Daddy just came to pick her up as she is spending the weekend with him. I am quite relieved as my back is really sore today and I find it really difficult to pick her up and stuff which is very frustrating for both of us.
I am going to TRY to tidy up my house now as it is so much easier without Kadyn around. She gets all upset if I go in a different room to her and if I take her in the room and try to hoover she screams the place down. I don't know why she hates the hoover so much!
After that I'm gonna go over to my Mum's and do the Naming Ceremony invitations or at least try to and possible clean my car. Although I'm tempted to get some little dude to do it at one of the drive in ones - hmmm, that sounds like a much better idea.
Right, finally a BIG SORRY to all the blogging buddies that I have not been over to see lately like Pam and Melanie. I will try to catch up as soon as poss. However, I'm scared to look at Melanie's as she writes SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO many posts, I bet there is like 568 to look at! LMAO She is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much better at keeping up than me!!!!!!!!!!
A big sorry to Jen too as because she went private a little while ago (which I totally understand) she doesn't show up in my google reader anymore. I should make sure I go over to her blog as soon as I've finished looking at the reader wotsit more often!
And my best blogging buddie of all SYD! I love ya, I read your blog all the time, I'm just rubbish at commenting as much as I really want to! I think I will come back to your posts and write what I wanna say once I have done Kadyns lunch, or changed her bum, or put her to bed and then before I know it a month has gone by!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, gotta go pee AGAIN - guess that what drinking 4 litres of water a day does!!! Could you imagine if I was going on a long car journey! Nightmare! :o)
Wednesday, 20 February 2008
I Wish You Enough....................
I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough 'Hello's' to get you through the final 'Good-bye'.
It takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to
appreciate them.
A day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.
My friends and loved ones, I wish you ENOUGH!.
MEMO FROM GOD
MEMO FROM GOD
To: YOU
Date: TODAY
From: THE BOSS
Subject: YOURSELF
Reference: LIFE
I am God.
Today I will be handling all of your problems.
Please remember that I do not need your help. If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do not attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the SFGTD (something for God to do) box.
All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours.
Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now.
If you find yourself stuck in traffic; Don't despair. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege.
Should you have a bad day at work; Think of the man who has been out of work for years.
Should you despair over a relationship gone bad; Think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return.
Should you grieve the passing of another weekend; Think of the woman in dire straits, working twelve hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children.
Should your car break down, leaving you miles away from assistance; Think of the paraplegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.
Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror; Think of the cancer patient in chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.
Should you find yourself at a loss and pondering what is life all about, asking what is my purpose? Be thankful. There are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity.
Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness or insecurities; Remember, things could be worse. You could be one of them!
A Child's Love
This made my eyes well up, but is very sweet. THINK ON!
The story goes that some time ago a mother punished her 5 year old daughter for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper. Money was tight and she became even more upset when the child used the gold paper to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree. Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her mother the next morning and said, "This is for you, Momma." The mother was embarrassed by her earlier over reaction, but her anger flared again when she found the box was empty. She spoke to her in a harsh manner, " Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be something inside the package?" The little girl looked up at her with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh,Momma, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full." The mother was crushed. She fell on her knees and put her arms around her little girl, and she begged her to forgive her for her unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short time later and it is told that the mother kept that gold box by her bed for all the years of her life. Whenever she was discouraged or faced difficult problems she would open the box and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us, as human beings, have been given a Golden box filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
I love being a Mum !! :o)
Saturday, 19 January 2008
Amazing! - There is HOPE out there :o)
I should be going to bed but I can't stop reading this:
http://cfhusband.blogspot.com
This story is truly amazing. It gives me hope, hope in people. It restores my faith in humanity. I wish I had the deep faith that Nathan has. I wish I understood why god does what he does. I often tell myself that everything happens for a reason and it does help me during hard times but I still don't fully understand that reason. I wish I could have a questions and answers session with God so I could truly know the answers to the thousands of questions I have. Like:
Why when you take people do you have to do it in such a cruel, hurtful and painful way sometimes? Why can't they just go quietly to sleep if it is their time to go?
Why can't you take the nasty, horrible, twisted people that are on this earth? and leave behind the nice, kind and thoughtful people?
I just looked at this video too and balled my eyes out. 99 Balloons:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=th6Njr-qkq0
Why does God reveal himself through a tiny sick baby? and why for only 99 days? I just don't understand WHY??? and I really want to. I really want to have TRUE trust and faith in God.
Also, although I believe there is a God, I don't believe that someone that doesn't believe in him won't get into heaven. There are good people from all sorts of religions, we don't all beleive in the same God do we? I don't think he will turn a good person away. I don't think he will say "sorry, you can't come here cos you are a muslim or a buddhist or a hindu" I think as long as you have been a good person on this earth and tried to do your best by other people he will open up the door to you.
I also don't get the whole Jesus thing. I don't understand why he would offer his son to die. Should he not be protecting his son with all his worth? As a mother, it's my job to protect my daughter. I would never let any harm come to her so I don't understand it :o( So, I DO believe in God but I'm not so sure about the Jesus part.
Anyway, it is late and I'm sure baba will be up early again so I really should get some sleep. I'll be thinking of Nathan, Tricia and Gwyneth again tonight - my angels can watch over them :o)
Monday, 12 November 2007
Trying.................
For someone who talks a lot, all of a sudden I'm stumped. Trying to think of what to write...trying to write something interesting or funny and now it's dawned on me....I'm always TRYING to impress or please or satisfy or something or other, someone else. Who cares if it is boring or not funny? ME! and why? ....I'm not sure yet but maybe by writing down my feelings or thoughts or as I call them...waffles, I will find out why I care so much what everyone else thinks - cos believe me I wish I didn't!
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