Good!!! I have not felt this good for a loooooooooong time. Got all my meds sorted and the fibro under control. New vit supplements are working a treat!! And I feel back to being me again! Kadyn is a little comedian! Plus to top it all off met a lush new fella! All good on the home front then!!!!! :-) xx
Thursday, 19 April 2012
Monday, 5 March 2012
Lost Mo Jo!
I've lost my mo jo! I can't find it anywhere! I was doing so well on my fitness pal and then had a really bad fibro week and it just seems to be continuing. I can't get my healthy head back on.....just wanna eat crap which I'm sure doesn't help how I feel. If you find my mo jo anywhere - please send it back to me :o) xxx
Wednesday, 29 February 2012
Tired.com
I'm so tired! I can't even explain how tired I am. Not the tired like you get when you have been partying all night or if you had a bad nights sleep. The type of tired that you feel like there are lead weights attached to your eye lids. Like someone has drugged your drink with some kind of horse tranquilizer, the type when it feels like someone is squashing your head together. The type when you wake up in the morning and spend all day looking forward to bedtime just so you can go to sleep. The type that fills you with guilt cos you want to be a fun mum that has energy to play but all you want to do is close your eyes in a nice dark room and listen to absolutely nothing! I do NOT want this crappy Fibromyalgia and it's chronic fatigue! I wish it would GO AWAY!
Friday, 20 January 2012
On a roll....or should I say salad!
Day 2 of healthy eating plan and looking forward to this salad. Blimey.....not sure what has happened to me lol xx
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"."
Saturday, 19 November 2011
My First Home
This is the first place I moved to on my own....Shakespear Way. We drove past it to show Kadyn and took this pic :o)
Tuesday, 15 November 2011
Sunday, 9 October 2011
Sunday, 18 September 2011
Sunday, 24 July 2011
Monday, 27 June 2011
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
What Kind Of Life Do You Want?
"Follow your heart, embrace your dreams.
It is never too late to create what you want in life.
Or, to give back to the world all that you are meant to give."
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
I am most definitely SMART!
- Recently, in a large French city, a poster featuring a young, thin and tan woman appeared in the window of a gym. It said:
- THIS SUMMER DO YOU WANT TO BE A MERMAID OR A WHALE?
- A middle aged woman, whose physical characteristics did not match those of the woman on the poster, responded publicly to the question posed by the gym.
- To Whom It May Concern:
- Whales are always surrounded by friends (dolphins, sea lions, curious humans). They have an active sex life, they get pregnant and have adorable baby whales. They have a wonderful time with dolphins stuffing themselves with shrimp. They play and swim in the seas, seeing wonderful places like Patagonia, the Bering Sea and the coral reefs of Polynesia. Whales are wonderful singers and have even recorded CDs. They are incredible creatures and virtually have no predators other than humans.
- They are loved, protected and admired by almost everyone in the world.
- Mermaids don't exist. If they did exist, they would be lining up outside the offices of Argentinean psychoanalysts due to identity crisis. Fish or human? They don't have a sex life because they kill men who get close to them not to mention how could they have sex? Therefore they don't have kids either.
- Not to mention who wants to get close to a girl who's skin is all scaly and smells like a fish store?
- The choice is perfectly clear to me...
- I want to be a whale.
- P.S. We are in an age when media puts into our heads the idea that only skinny people are beautiful, but I prefer to enjoy an ice cream with my kids, a good dinner with a man who makes me shiver and a latte with my friends. With time, we gain weight because we accumulate so much information and wisdom in our heads that when there is no more room, it distributes out to the rest of our bodies. So we aren't heavy, we are enormously cultured, educated and happy. Beginning today, when I look at my butt in the mirror I will think, "Good gosh, look how smart I am"!
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, 12 June 2009
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