Just Me!! The Butterfly effect

OK, the good and magical fairy Fantasmagoria ( Stop laughing) has granted you three wishes.

But she is a feisty good fairy ( As you would be with a name like that )

So there are conditions

Your first wish has to be about a person/people not related to you

Your second wish has to be about a place... that you might like to live in or visit

Your third wish can be about anything not related to the first two wishes but is not allowed to be more wishes And your wishes have to be personal to you.

So

My First wish....My friends son finally manages to walk without aid

My second wish.....To work in America

My Third Wish.....To one day get to meet more of the lovely people I have made friends with on here

Copy and paste on to your blog and post your answers

I thought I had lost that which is, to me, vital. The desire to write, it was gone, no words would come only deep black emptiness. However I find it was not lost, merely resting its aching wings, its bruised little ego. Bathing in the fire of inspiration ready to rise from its ashes once again, and face its foes.

There are those that believe that they are, for some reason, the only voices that should be heard, with their copying and pasting and their little rants, they believe that blogging should be left to those of their ilk.

They dont want to be bored to tears reading about the walk you took that day, or how you fared at work, what you had for breakfast is of no consequence to them, and therefore of no consequence to the world and the order of the day.

Well I hate to burst your bubble my friends ( I use the term in a loose, somewhat sarcastic manner) but there are people that want to know what others had for breakfast, what their day at work was like, who/what they saw when out walking.

There are people that want to know if you are happy or sad or just plain nutsoid. And funnily enough these are the people that make up the majority of blogland, the people that need to let off steam, to laugh,cry,shout,whisper their woes/joys to the world.

And why not? Is this not what blogging is all about? Having your say, your way, making friends, reading about the lives of others, getting to know people you would probably never have met out there.

You see the way I look at it, if I want to know whats on the news, I watch the news, I love a healthy debate just as much as the next person. But when someone tells me what I should be reading, writing, thinking, I get sort of prickly about it.

Post the news, but be prepared to debate what you post! Be prepared to give your views and why! Dont give me rants about something you are not prepared to debate or back up.

And never dictate to someone what they should or should not write,read and think. If what others write bores you, dont read it! If a blog does not come up to your expectations, go elsewhere. There are thousands of people write blogs I am sure that you can find some to suit you.

Sending emails from bogus addressess and leaving derogatory comments on peoples blogs does not appear to be getting you anywhere, maybe you should try a more subtle approach

By the way, I'm back

Need to be unique: 86%
Need to NOT conform: 69%
Willingness to express dissent: 59%
Overall score: 76%

How do I read my score?
Your scores are percentile between 1 and 100. The higher the number, the more your personality agrees with the associated comment. Your percentile indiciates how you compare against others who have taken this test. Since you have an overall score of 76, this indicates that you have a higher need-for-uniqueness than 75 out of 100 people.

Your results are split into these three catagories:

Need to be unique: You feel that you need to be a VERY unique and different.
Need to NOT conform: You prefer to conform to others' standards, but don't mind acting differently occasionally.
Willingness to express dissent: You are typically respectful when you disagree, but are willing to speak your mind if it is appropriate.

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http://www.outofservice.com/freak/results/?unique=86&nonconform=69&dissent=59&overall=76

I'm 76% freak!!

The time has come to close the doors on this blog for a while, it seems that I am all rambled out and I am finally taking notice of the messages telling me that my posts are boring, unintelligable and far too long.

I will be keeping the story blogs going and probably the others, I dont know I will see how I feel about that later.

I will be around and will be commenting on the blogs of my friends and anyone else that I stumble across along the way.

But for now that will be all, you all know where I am and if you need a natter or whatever PM me or mail me for those who have my email.

Chiao, for now

You Are 28% Sociopath

From time to time, you may be a bit troubled and a bit too charming for your own good.
It's likely that you're not a sociopath... just quite smart and a bit out of the mainstream!

I took a wander which is not new for me, but on this journey I took the equivalant of two wanders. One physically and one mentally. As I wandered around I started to see the Town as it was as it used to be when I was young and they hadn't yet torn all the houses down and made the first shopping center , or built Sainsbury's, or Iceland and Aldi.
I saw the streets of houses with their cobbled roads, that were there at the bottom of the street that I used to live in, with their little ginnels and paths, the myriad of ways through to the adjoining streets. The ones that placed their backs to the Donkey Hill, that is the snicket used in the opening chapter of Shadow Dog. It has been there for as long as I can remember, those houses are gone now and for many years were replaced with trees growing on the land that was left. Now they too are gone replaced with houses that look out of place in amongst the old houses that remain above them.

This is where my beloved woods are, at the top of the street I used to live in, up through the fields, one of the things I loved about where I lived as a child, the fact that I had them there to wander in when I needed to escape, when I could escape.

The walk in to town from there, first we take the left hand route, and we come down either the top way, past the school that I attended, this school was made up of three buildings, all seperated, which was a pain in Winter. The first building with a large playground is now a center for 16 to 25 year olds run by the Prince of Wales Trust. Pass two streets of houses and the second building, still a school, but now the grounds have been extended and planted.

The third building up and across the road, always had the best grounds, a big piece of playground known as the Pitch, that we would play in when out of school as it was the best area for skating and football. Surrounded by grass and bushes, it was always the nicest part of the school, reserved of course for those that were in the highest classes. At one time it had the best domestic Science Kitchens in town and all the schools used them.

Now we come down the street, for we can go no further on the Top road, the middle way will take us past a factory, that stands where once a magnificent Church stood, which I attended when little, gone now torn down long ago as were many in our town. Past the Social club, and the houses that looked like two ups on this side but were four storeys tall on the other side. Down past the Pub on the corner, which remains but has had many renovations and landlords.

We have to cross the road here, for there is no pavement when we come from the edge of the pub down in to town, and it is a busy road as it leads up to the estates and the moors and the road into the next town, the scenic route if you like.

So much has changed and thats just from where I lived to the road to go in to town. Some of it is for the better but when I look at some of the ugly houses and factories that they built where beautiful churches and plots of trees and grass stood, some of it most definately is not.

So far it has been a pretty laid back day, I have studied, looked at the cleaning, blogged a couple of songs, studied, looked at the cleaning some more, and yes I should get up and do it, but lets face it, no one else is going to see it and no one but me will do it, so it will still be there when I actually feel like doing it.

I have listened to my favourite lady, Ms moyet and to some oldies and to some of my other favourite bands, Alabama 3, ELO, Queen, a bit of whitesnake just to balance it out.

Food may just be a good idea now.

A beach of white sand and gentle waves, smells of spices and scents so rich they make the mouth water, bright colours and laughing voices, seen, heard and smelled through the open window of the car as it moved slowly down the street toward the beach and the gentle ocean.

But thats as far as I got before I woke up, dreams of childhood, long ago, in a different place, a different time. Back to now and The Molly looking at me as if to say 'How very dare you go to sleep?'

The sun is shining, though it is fairly cloudy out there she has managed to break through and brighten up the morning. And I know that most people are still abed at this time on a Saturday morning, but the body clock doesn't seem to understand the difference between weekdays and weekends!

Still it does give me an extra few hours in which to do the cleaning and studying and blogging and washing and blogging and studying and blogging,and shopping and did I mention blogging?

Shower first, other stuff later

I have been a little melancholy these past few evenings, I think too much, and sometimes it is not good for you. So I have kept my nose in the books and concentrated on work and study instead of thinking, though that doesnt always work.

Sometimes I wonder if I did choose the right way, though I regret little that I have done, maybe there was a different way. Trouble is the different way would have meant being untrue to me and who I was/am, the way I chose has often been lonely, but never without its amusing points, its highs and lows, and yet never through it all have I lost sight of the reasons that I did it this way.

We all do it from time to time, question where we are and why. How we got here, reflecting on the journey. It does us good to think of where we have come from, more for some than others, it helps to prevent us from going back there, or from becoming that what we strive to avoid.

And now tis time to sleep, you never know , the dandman may just come to visit

For a Friday it has been Mondayesque, at work, it has been totally manic, at one point I had the manager of Accounts, stood at the side waiting for me to finish on the phone, two phone calls waiting, three people asking me different questions concerning three different clients, legal asking me about another client. When I finally got it all sorted, I logged out of phone and computer and said thats it I am having the break I should have had an hour ago!!

But it is the weekend and for two whole days I am free of work, at least I hope I am? It may not turn out quite that way

Time to relax for a while, and hit the books, at least I can do that in my own time at my own pace.

Back later, if anyones around that is

Happy Birthday Mrs F, Sorry its a bit late

I could expound on the beautious nature of the wonderful sunrise we had this morning, or the exceptional view as I came back down the hill from my walk.

But I am white rabbiting this morning and unfortuntely my brain for some reason wont get into gear, so everything I am trying to do is coming out upside down/back to front and inside out even

My fingers are now thumbs and my thumbs have taken a holiday, my legs for some reason belong in the jelly mould, and my feet refuse to go in the direction in which I am trying to command them to go.

At least thats how it seems, this is what you get for having your nose stuck in a book all night and then wanting to sleep when merry old Ms alarm says time to get up!

But it is Friday, the day when your staff are so busy wondering what to wear that night, that work is at the best sluggush and at the worst non existant, their heads are somewhere off in the clouds, or their wardrobes, and talk centers around the doings of the weekend, or percieved doings of the weekend, the actual doings of the weekend are reserved for Monday.

So it will be a fun day, headache pills anyone?

Off to prepare, that if I can get this body to move

I visited my son straight from work, he lives slightly higher up the hill than I do, not much, but the view when you walk out of his door, breathtaking.

I stood and looked out over the town to the hillside on the right where my beloved woods stand, I will be there this weekend, with Molly, to see the beinning of spring blooming in the trees and the grasses.

Bringing my gaze slowly from right to left and there are more hills, fields, woods, the moors way off in the distance (Not the moors I visit for they are hidden to the right) houses nestled in stands of trees, more fields. So many colours, all blending in, an awesome sight to finish my day.

And now food, and some wind down time, I hope you all had a good day

Morning is sliding its mantle over the rooftops opposite, as the sky gradually lightens and the night retreats in its path.

And the start of another day, except that was hours ago, even though it was dark. It wont be much longer before the early morning wanderings are bathed in full light, and the evenings are long and the night is short.

The buds on the trees have survived the snappy cold of the past few days and are flourishing, soon they will open and fresh green leaves will unfurl, my little plant has bloomed two bright magenta flowers ( Dont ask me what its called as I am totally clueless ) and my Paddy plant is flourishing again, it is a strange plant that one!
Keeps threatening to die on me and then voila, new and shiny leaves?

Spring is well and truly in the air, despite the wintry feel of the mornings at the moment. And this is official from this weekend when the clocks once again go forward one hour. Though they are supposed to be scrapping this time honoured tradition it is for the moment still in place.

And now tis time to prepare for the outside world, and all its little foibles.

Have a good day, whatever you are doing.

Its a lovely evening, and it was a beautiful sunrise this morning, though I was unable to share it with you as I could not, for some reason, access blog this morning. It would not let me load it, though everything else was fine.

It has been very cold, though no more snow, though that didnt stop me enjoying the beautiful shades of pink against the blue sky this morning.

A long day at work, but I expected that, first day back. Though I have to admit part of it was fun, I have a client that I am doing settlements for, who has declared he is coming to take me out for a drink

Right off for food back later

I watched the beautiful sunset, orange and pink and flaming red, setting the clouds alight and shading the evening sky. Slowly the sun settled behind the hills on the horizon and the stars took up residence in the dark velvety sky, a sliver of moon sitting in amongst them.

It is bitingly cold, with a fresh wind, the snow has not come back yet, and we didnt get enough to actually even know it had been snowing.

I seem to have developed a cold,I have spent most of the day snetting! Never mind, it will go eventually.

There seems to be a spate of mails going round from blog to bloggers with invites to get to know people, these have been going round other sites too, they do it roughly once a year. Best thing to do is ignore the mails and refuse the invites. Not that you lot need telling that, but just in case there are some newbies out there.

And is blog playing up again or what? Apparently some can not gt on and some can not comment yet again. Hey ho another night of fun

Today is the 20th March, nothing really significant about that but just for your information on this day in
1602...The Dutch East India Company is established

1760... The great fire of Boston destroys 349 buildings

1815... Napolean enters Paris after escaping from Elba and begins his one hundred day rule

1806..The Foundation stone of Dartmoor Prison was laid. This was Britains first high security prison

1819...The opening of Burlington Arcade the famous and exclusive shopping precint in London

1852... Harriet Beecher Stowes anti-slavery novel 'Uncle Toms cabin' was first published. It sold more than a million copies in its first year.

1899... - At Sing Sing prison, Martha M. Place is sentenced to become the first woman executed in an electric chair.

1914...In New Haven, Connecticut, the first international figure skating championship takes place

1916... Albert Einstein publishes his general theory of relativity

1922...The USS Langley is commissioned as the first United States Navy aircraft carrier

1933...Giuseppe Zangara is executed in Florida's electric chair for fatally shooting Anton Cermak in an assassination attempt against Franklin Delano Roosevelt.

1942...In Zgierz, Poland, 100 Poles are taken from a labor camp and shot by the Germans.
Holocaust: in Rohatyn, western Ukraine, on Friday, German SS murder 3000 Jews, including 600 Jewish children, annihalating 70 % of Rohatyn's Jewish ghetto. The entire action took one day, from early morning to five o'clock in the evening. All the dead were buried in a mass grave behind the railroad station in Rohatyn.

1964...British Group The Beatles release 'Cant buy me Love' which goes straight to the top of the british charts

1974...Princess Anne survives a kidnap attempt when shots are fired at her car while driving along the Mall in London.

1980... A sad day for music when the radio ship Caroline sinks and so ends sixteen years of broadcasting.

At one point the only two radio stations worth listening to were Caroline and Luxemburg 208, music without all the chatter. Never talked over songs and always played the latest with a mix of oldies thrown in. Rockin DJ's a few of whom went on to be top Radio one DJ's, and then sadly became just like all the rest, guess thats what fame does to you.

And today well it was a lovely sunrise, that chased the stars away, but very cold here. No snow on the ground, it gave up trying I think. But as it is really cold I guess it will try again.
I used to like Radio Caroline

I have only done to 1980, for now.

Off to get ready for the world, and work of course.

Have a good day, catch you all later.

Its snowing, well an attempt at snowing anyway. Not big, beautiful flakes that settle on the ground and actually show you that there is snow. But small feathery, timid little flakes that are gone before they have fully touched the ground. Of course the hailstone showers that wet the ground beforehand haven't helped! So when I venture out, eventually, as I will have to at some point to take Molly, there may or may not be snow.

It has been an interesting day, in a manner of speaking, not being able to get myself to the shop and having run out of milk, I phoned my Sons girlfriend, and she came and brought me milk bless her. On the other hand she then stayed two hours and let me make the drinks etc, she is a strange girl, but I can honestly say she is the best he has had and I love her to bits.

In other news, I did manage to get some work done, despite certain people thinking I was erm, surfing and blogging   And I can actually stand up without falling over, though I suppose holding on to furniture while I do it is a bit like cheating. Hopefully it will have gone by morning whatever it is.

I had the blues because I had no shoes, untill I met upon a street, a man who had no feet.
Thats an old Persian saying which means there is always somone worse off than you. And that is so true, no matter how yuk you feel, there is always someone in worse shape, no matter how skint you think you are, there is always someone with less.

I guess that means make the most of what you have, because things could be worse, but it doesn't mean stop striving to have more, just remember who you are and be true to yourself.

Due to an attack of dizziness, and no I am not blonde It appears I will be 'working from home' today. Luckily I have a couple of synopsis that I can do and take in tomorrow. Having spoken to the boss type people, they would prefer I do not go in to work as passing out on the premises is against health and safety? I think that was meant to be a joke, weird sense of humour my boss

So I expect to be fully entertained during my breaks

It has been a strange night, a bit of sleep filled with strange dreams Then it has been strange weekend, still it is over now and it is Monday the first day of the working week, yet again.

On a positive note it was a beautiful sunrise, though it is bloomin freezing out there, guess it is waiting for the snow that is supposed to be coming our way. We got the wind and the hail and the rain, but no snow, so looks like no sledging for me tonight

We Humans are strange creatures, in the height of the summer we long for rain and cool weather, in the middle of winter we long for sunshine and warmth, never satisfied

We complain because we no longer get snow like we used to, yet when we did we complained because the snow lasted days and weeks, and was cold and wet, and the glorious white became dirty grey slush. But the sledging and the snowball fights and the snowmen never seemed to lose their glory and their fun.

And now tis time to go and make myself ready for the cruel, cold world 'out there' , thats get ready for work for those that dont do lyndspeak

Have a great monday, and if you cant, just remember it is only five days to the weekend

Words mean much more

Dont Promise me rainbows to brighten my sky
Dont promise me walks, on a tropical beach.
I would much rather see that look in your eye
Than be promised things out of your reach

Dont say you will bring me the earth and the sun
Dont promise the moon and the stars
What are they worth, when alls said and done?
Not as much as that Rose in the vase

Dont bring me fine Jewellery, for which you must pay
I have no interest in diamonds and gold
Actions speak louder than words they do say
But me, I would much rather be told

Sundays are traditionally the day of Roast dinners, the male going to the pub, the female cooking, the kids get to spend all day playing or going out with parents.

Of course there are still many families that follow the 'traditions' but just as many now I think that dont.

As a lone parent Sundays was family day, when the children were small.Once a fortnight because they spent the other Sunday with their father. We would spend all Saturday doing all the little jobs that dont get done through the week, and washing the school uniforms, and doing the bedrooms and the shopping that was needed.

Sunday morning was always greeted with a chorus of where are we going today? Breakfast was always followed with an hours reading, checking the bedrooms to make sure they were done. Playtime, board games if it was raining, play in the garden if it was fine. We didnt do Sunday Lunch as a big meal, this was our decision, born of the fact that we could please ourselves.

After Lunch my sister would turn up, this is the sister that I haven't spoken to in years, and we would get the kids ready and off we would go on our Sunday 'walk'. This walk was random, we have been known to walk as far as the next village, taking it easy, making it fun. We would take drinks and snacks, and you know it was very rare that any of the children complained.

When it snowed we would spend all day from after breakfast outside, building snowmen, sledging, and instigating snowball fights with the neighbours. When we lived in the cul-de-sac we had all the neighbours in what we called the ring out playing in the snow. Those neighbours used to love my children, said they were the best mannered, happiest kids they had ever met, which made me proud. Shame it didnt last! Even when we moved, untill they got older, we would get all the neighbours joining in.

Nowadays when it snows all I want to do is curl up in front of the fire

Actually, if there was proper snow, I would love to go sledging again.

And on a breezier note.
Happy Mothers Day to All you Mums/Mams out there.

Just got back in from a walk with The Molly, the weather out there is wild and wicked. Its blowing a gale and pouring down. What with snow forecast from tomorrow as well, that means I aint going nowhere! Brrrrrrr

It has been a long day today for some reason though the headache I have had for most of it could acount for why it has felt that way.

Ah well I shall toddle off to bed, as the famous line goes, tomorrow is another day.

Toodlepip peoples

Happy St Patricks Day

I often wonder about people, see people are one of my favourite things, I like to listen to them, laugh with them, comfort them (if needed), talk with them, watch them. I belong to several 'groups' on the net, and sometimes I spend hours fascinated at the things that people write/say to each other, its rather like watching bugs in a tank, wondering what new antics they are going to come up with next!

I dont mean places like this one, I mean groups where there are message boards, where people supposedly converse with each other. I would like to say that the majority of people in these groups are nice and friendly, and that the message boards contain sweet things like threads with pictures of kittens and puppies, or Angels etc. It used to be like that when I first joined some two years back.

Now all that seems to be there are threads that contain arguments and swear words and antagonism! See if these boards were young people (not that I am saying thats all young people do) I could say its because they have not yet learnt restraint, young people tend to speak before they think kind of thing.

But, these are adults that supposedly know better? What is it that makes people slag each other off in places like this? Is it because they are anonymous, because noone really knows them? Is it because they can get away with saying things that out in the real world they wouldn't dare say? Wouldn't dream of saying?  Or is it because sat there behind the computer screen they can strip off the mask that they wear in real life, out in the real world, and be who/what they actually are?

Are we Humans not strange creatures?

Ah, listen, can you hear it? The sound of peace and quiet, its heavenly *sigh*

Coming from a large family, peace and quiet was always something to be cherished. Probably why I got into so much trouble for sneaking out to the woods at every opportunity

There is a certain quality of peace you can find in the woods or by the river. The gentle shusshing of leaves being blown gently by the breeze, the sound of the water flowing gently over rocks and between banks. Relaxing, serene, and even when I cant go there, i can still see it in my mind. Conjure up the image and soon the feeling that goes with it washes over me and the cares of the 'here and now' slip away.

OK I had better go get some food before I become too relaxed to move

Morning has broken, actually it was a while ago, but it was beautiful none the less. I never get tired of watching the sunrise, each one I see reminds me of the beauty of nature, it also reminds me that it is a new day and I am stil here.

Thats why the birds sing each day, to celebrate the fact that they have survived the night and are there to greet the day, course I am not going to sit on a branch and sing, though I have been known to do some strange things, I haven't done that one, yet

I havent managed to see a sunset for a while, but maybe over the weekend I will take Molly to the woods and we will have an hour or two just running about and playing. It will be good for both of us.

I can see the woods from my study window, and on the way to work and back. They call to me sometimes, especially when I need that time out after a long week.

It is the end of the working week, and the weekend looms before us, two whole days of relaxation, well I can dream

Of course for some of us, mentioning no names, the weekend started yesterday! but I am not jealous, oh no not me

Have a great P.O.E.T.S day, and dont work too hard

Had a long walk, let the cool dark wash over me and soothe away the tenseness created by the long working day, and other stuff.

I often say how I love the night, so peaceful and soothing. I do my best writing and thinking at night, usually when I should be asleep I admit, but hey, I have to do something to while away those hours

Its not a problem really, I enjoy writing, I love the way letters form words and words form thoughts, or do thoughts form words? I love the way the words come together to create something, be it a beautiful poem, a topic for debate, a story, or even an unstructered ramble, that meanders around topics, and winds through hidden meanings.

Isnt it strange how it is the way that you place a word or two that structures the meaning of what you wrote? Place it one way it means one thing, place it another, add or subtract a word or two and you have an entirely different meaning.

As you may have noticed I am rambling in a musing (Not to be mistaken for Amusing) way, far too much think time, I think??

My night was spent, as usual in a thinking mode. I have stated before that  I think too much, but it keeps the mind occupied and prevents one from going a little crazy in those long hours between snooze time and dawn.

I have read/listened to people say that they can never keep anything good, some are talking about love, others about life in general. I have always believed that when something good comes along, if it is meant to be then it will be.

Though you may think it was meant, though it may/will hurt when it doesnt happen or when it ends, because of how you feel or what you think/believe, what is truly meant will not leave, what truly belongs will stay.

This is true of all things in life, we work hard to become what we see as what we should be, yet often when we get there, it doesn't feel  right, or it doesn't appear to be how we think it should be. This is because we change as we grow, some people keep their dream all their lives and work to achieve that, others discard the dream as unattainable or they change to another more appealing.

Those that live their lives as they think they should but not as they want, they may have rich and full lives on the outside, but inside they have nothing but unfulfilled dreams and echoes of something they yearn for but can never have.

Whatever path you choose in life you should always be you, never lose who you really are because that person is the one that counts.

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Well can you?

OK time to cheer you all up. If this doesn't make you laugh at its sheer naffness (Is that a word?) then I will find some thing else

Like this one

I am tired, no thats not entirely true, I am drained is nearer the truth.

Having been up all night fighting with the inner demons I thought that I had conquered long ago, and discovering that they only lay dozing ready for the next attack, I had a hectic day, and so I feel drained now.

I have achieved much at work these past few days, yet seem to have achieved so much less away from it. Its not that I have lost the positivity of this morning. When I faced the Demons last night, I acknowledged that there are many things in life that I have not been succesful at. An inadequate parent, a failed wife,failed in many jobs, I am at least a good friend to those that need it (At least I believe I am) and I am damn good at the work I do now.

I cannot change the past, what happened, some of which I had no control over, and though I may have blamed myself for some of it, I have never blamed others. And there lays the difference between me and those that choose to blame me.

So I shall now go and eat, and maybe I will better able to play with the Demons tonight

After a pretty rough night, I dont feel too bad this morning, bit tired, but hey whats new.

I havent said what happened yesterday, because its family stuff and to be honest I cant be bothered anymore with it. Its not the first time this family member has caused me grief and pain, but it most definately will be the last.

And today is a new day, and with it comes new ideas and hopes and the continuence of dreams and schemes. And it will bring all manner of good things my way, Well it might  

Wednesday, the halfway day, the middle of the working week. Its a good day for me, having worked for so long in Jobs where I worked weekends, and some jobs where I worked six and seven days a week, having a five day week with weekends being kind of voluntary every now and then is pretty cool. So Wednesday is my half way mark, two behind me two in front.

Even if it is cloudy and promising rain!

I hope you all have a great day

So the impending that I have been restless about all weekend has struck, and it was not good, I dont know why I hoped it might be

Needless to say that I am right now angry, hurt and just a little pissed off, no I correct that a lot pissed off!!!   

I apologise I dont normally swear

Apart from that my work day was fine, though hectic.

Molly is very clingy at the moment, perhaps she has sensed it too?

Anyway

How has your day been?

Listen to the Man!!

Have a good day

I do too much thinking, I dont class it as a failing, its just what I do and part of who I am. Its not always a good thing, but then its not always a bad thing either. Sometimes it leads me down paths that twist and turn and lead to other paths, sometimes its just a straight path. Sometimes it leads me to places I dont really want to go, other times to places that are full of beauty and I want to stay.

I like it best when sat with the blank sheet in front of me, and just randomly write/type whatever comes into my head, then after, I sit and go through it and censor, and often it winds up here, edited of course

Shame it doesnt work as well when there is an essay to write!

My children have five Uncles and two Aunties, of the uncles they have met two of them once, one of them twice and the other two, one comes around every now and then, and the other isnt worth having around, but they rarely see him now anyway.

Of the Aunties, one was always around until she fell out with me, that is now twenty years since and I think we have spoken twice since then, Mothers Birthday and The Male Parents funeral. I have not seen her eldest son since he was a baby and I have never met her youngest son. Her eldest child, her daughter I have not seen in years but I do know she is happily married and has a child.

The other one, well every now and then she calls and says I must go to this party or that party, and we must keep in touch, but she only says that when she has had a drink or two at the end of the night. And then it may be months before we speak again, I tried last time she said it, the keeping in touch thing, but its a one way street it seems.

Thank goodness my Children are not like that! They may not see each other on a regular basis, but they do text and call each other to make sure they are each ok. Its only Mam they forget, until they want something that is

This ramble was brought to you courtesy of thinking too much.Com

I have been for a nice refreshing walk, the wind has dropped to a nice cool breeze and the stars were shining like diamonds on a black velvet backdrop.

I love the night, its so calming to walk beneath the stars, with few or no people around, just able to take your time and saunter slowly along, no rushed pace, no feeling of having to get somewhere for a certain time. Just nice and relaxed.

And now it is time to invite the sandman in thats if I can find him!

Night night, sweet dreams

Dont you just love it when someone gets their come uppance through natural justice? Especially when that someone has done their best to cause dissension throughout the team, but forgot to consider certain things while doing so, 1) There is no I in team 2) Some of us are not easily fooled

The first day of the week over and done, it was a busy day, but thats nothing new.

It was nice to walk home in full daylight, children out playing, a sure sign of better weather, though the wind was still blowing it was not as fierce or as cold.

My night last night and my morning seemed to be filled with memories, some I wrote here, others are best left to drift back into the murk they came from. I dont even know what triggered them off? I do miss my Bow and Arrows though, no Nick I wasn't Robin Hood I used to be pretty good with a longbow, I might even take it up again,hmmmmm.

In the times when The Male Parent was away and not destined to be back for a few weeks, on those occasions I got to go out, I was allowed out when He was there but only supervised. He did however encourage my Shooting and my love of the Longbow, it was rare that he encouraged anything I did, but he even made us proper targets. Of course he would belittle the boys when I beat them, and would then tell me quietly that I had to let them win, as boys shouldn't be beaten by girls? I didnt though

There were few things I was good at or got praise for, it seemed that sports like shooting with the rifle, the Longbow and Knife throwing with the Pigsticker were things I seemed to excel at. While I was allowed anyway. As with all things there came a time when he took them away too.

Anyway enough of that how was your day?

I was watching the sun rise and thinking for some reason about when I was a young girl, still full of dreams and hopes, despite the way that things were. I guess in many ways it was those dreams and hopes that kept me going through all the things that happened.

I remember sitting curled on the windowsill watching the sun as it rose in a morning and wondering how there could be so much beauty in such a bad world. Not all the world was bad you understand, but when you are young the world is no more than the one you live in, the people that surround you, the land right outside your door. The things that happened beyond that were beyond you all that there was in your world was survival from one day to the next, and beautiful sunrises and sunsets.

I had from my bedroom window a beautiful view, out across the valley to the distant horizon, so the view of the sunrise was unimpeded and was a glorious sight. Each morning when I saw it, was a new day and each new day brought new hopes and the renewal of determination to get through and one day be able to watch the sunrise without the fear of it setting again.

As the sun peeked over the hill and bathed the sky in her blushes, I would imagine that I was sat on a golden beach watching the sun rise above the gentle waves, seeing the reflection of the pink clouds in the clear blue waters. At my side my faithful dog, and together we would sit until dawn had fully broke, then we would wander down the beach, playing in the sand.

The dream of course would inevitably be broken by one of the others asking for their breakfast, and the day would once again begin.

We often forget the things we dreamed of and hoped for when we were children, I guess because as we grow reality takes over, I never dreamed of becoming that famous actress or singer that everyone seemed to want to be, just dreamed of growing up and being able to write, when I wanted if I wanted, without being told I was useless and it was drivel. Though it might well be, it is my drivel!

Sometimes it seems that people can be inconsiderate without even thinking about it. My darling son asked to borrow my iron on friday night as his darling girlfriend had broken theirs. I went to the trouble of taking it up as he had to get ready for work.

Earlier today I asked them to bring it back as I need to iron my stuff, at eight o clock I went up, they had not answered my texts and I was getting worried. They however were fine, lounging about having a lazy day, and turned off the phones!! I was not amused, I was even less amused when I found he had bought her an iron yesterday, so why didnt she bring mine back? Grrrr kids.

Anyway apart from that, I am still pacing and whats even worse is I am so hot!! All fires turned off, and I am feeling like it is the middle of summer ! I am going to take a walk soon to cool off, and hopefully walk off some of this energy.

Sometimes when I get like this I write some of my best stuff, so it may be that sleep will be going by the way tonight and I will be spending it with a pen in hand.

I dont often do these, but have to do something!!

1. Can you cook?
Yes, and quite well too.

2. What was your dream growing up?
To write a best seller

3. What talent do you wish you had?
Playing the Sax

4. Favourite place?
Anywhere that makes me smile

5. Favourite vegetable?
Carrots, raw

6. What was the last book you read
Stephen Kings Cell

7. What zodiac sign are you?
Pisces with Virgo rising

8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercing?
Ears pierced

9. Worst Habit?
Smoking

10. Do you personally know anybody on Blog?
Yes

11. What is your favourite sport?
Football

12. Negative or Optimistic attitudes?
Both

13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator lift with someone of the opposite sex?
Um, I wouldn’t be, I don’t do Elevators

14. Worst thing to ever happen to you?
I can’t put it here

15. Tell me one weird fact about you:
My eyes change colour

16. Do you have any pets?
The Molly my dog

17. Do you know how to do the Macarena?
Hmm, I guess I do

18. Is the sun shining where you are now?
Yes, it is beautiful here

19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
LOL that depends on which type of clown, the clown in IT could no way be thought of as cute?

20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
My face

21. Would you be my good angel or bad angel?
I have black wings, you work it out

22. What colour eyes do you have?
Green, or hazel, or greeny/grey or...
23. Ever been arrested?
No

24. Bottle or Draft?
Neither

25. If you won £10,000 today, what would you do with it?
Pay off my debts and buy something I really want

26. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew?
Depends what mood I am in

27. What's your favourite bar to hang at?
Vanilla, my son is manager

28. Do you believe in ghosts?
Yes

29. Favourite thing to do in your spare time?
Write

30. Do you swear a lot?
No

31. Biggest pet peeve?
People that lie even when they know you know they are lying?

32. In one word, how would you describe yourself?
Strange

I dont know whats wrong with me today, I am like a Wolf in a cage,pacing back and forth. I have so much to do but am so unsettled that I cant settle to doing anything long enough to get it done! If that makes any sense at all?

Something is coming, I dont know if it is a bad something or a good something, I know I haven't won the lottery, so it obviously isnt that good! And I paid my bills so it shouldnt be too bad. I really hope its a good something.

Sometimes I sit here with a blank page in front of me and my mind just wanders and winds through valleys full of words that have no meaning to anyone but me.

Seems sometimes my head is full of words, most of them nonsensical to the outside world, for that world knows not the context that they lie in, or the scenario in which they were born.

Words are strange things, each one on their own make little sense, except for ones like yes/no, but even they have to have a context in which to be uttered. Only when joined together do they begin to take on a life, become meaningful, and even then unless one knows from where they come or from what they were born, the meaning of them is lost to all but the person that spoke/wrote/thought them.

My only artistry comes from words, unlike my brothers I was not born with the knowledge or inner skill to weild a paint brush or pencil to create scenes or people that would make others stop and admire. I do not have the ability to create beautiful music, though I have tried to learn, I believe that it is something you either have or dont have.

With words I paint a beautiful sunset or sunrise, a scene of almost painful beauty, a stream trickling over rocks, fresh and clean as the morning dew, enclosed by the sweet grasses of summer, and protected by trees of great and majestic stature, through which the sunlight filters to dance in silver upon the surface of the water. The Willow stands tall, natures ballerina, as her long graceful branches sweep the floor, stirred by a gentle breeze.

And there beneath the Willow glimpsed as the branches move, a woman sits, dreaming in the shade, protected by the arms of the tree, and glimpsed as one would glimpse the sudden flight of a bird from the corner of the eye. Another look and she is gone, did she ever really exist? Or was it the spirit of the Willow come out to play?

I love the Willow, the tree of dreams, in my Secret place where I go when I need to escape the world,there is a Willow beneath which I sit.

Enough of this rambling, there is much to be done, and sitting here dreaming of Willows and tinkling streams wont get it done.

I am feeling a lot more relaxed than I have done in a while, people think I am strange, which I guess I am. I have this thing about washing being left lying around. I cant stand it, I dont mean the normal take the clothes off and drop them on the floor stuff, I mean washing waiting to be done.

I dont like being without my washer, since I was a young girl I have had this thing about clothes and stuff being washed and not hanging about waiting. I guess its to do with the fact that my mother was a terrible housekeeper, and more often than not the washing would be left sometimes untill it had gone mouldy and had to be thrown out. I lost some of my nicest clothes that way, and I never had that many to start with.

I have an abundance of towels, my sons girlfriend asked me the other week, how many towels does one person need, as I pointed out, I dont have as many as I would like, another thing from my childhood, getting dried on a towel that four have used before you because there are not enough to go round, not good. If ones had not gone missing I would have about twenty five, as it happens I have about fourteen or fifteen, it will be more at the end of the month when I get paid. All clean and on the shelf.

I have plenty bedding, as I like to change my bed often, and apart from the set on the bed, all clean.

All my clothes apart from what I am wearing right now, all clean.

I kept putting off going to the laundrette, because my son kept saying you can do it at ours, but, short of staying there for hours or just taking bits at a time, it takes days before the washing is done and I dont always get it all back. I once had three black tshirts I now dont have one,I cant afford to buy clothes for others as I have told my daughter when she borrowed my best belt that I dont have back yet!

And it didnt cost me that much, six pounds to get everything washed, and an hour of my time. My dryer is fine so I only need to wash stuff.

So everyhing is washed and most of it is dried, all that remains is the ironing, hmmmm, any volunteers?

Do you remember the Advert in the laundrette, where the guy stripped off?
I went across to the laundrette this morning, I dont have my washer sorted and trailing it to my sons has become something of a sore point, I either dont get it all back ( especially towels?) or it takes half a week. Anyway I went across and placed my washing in th washers.

Sat there minding my own as you do, reading my text book, and in comes this woman, she very carefully sorts out all her washing, darks, lights etc, then places it carefully all in the same machine! She then takes her coat off and starts taking off her jumper luckily she stopped at two items placed her coat back on and placed them in the machine too.

She toddled off, to go to the newsagents apparently, so she told the little old deaf, polish lady that had attached herself to me. When she came back after her washing had finished she very carefully seperated it all again and then placed it in two dryers. I was befuddled, it only needed one dryer, and it was too late to stop anything from running as she had washed them all together

My washing is merrily drying away in my own dryer, and I am about to change my bedding, darn that means more washing, ah well, theres always tomorrow. Wonder who I will see this time?

And he still has it!

Now this guy could have made me follow a different path in life

I made myself a nice tea, poured a glass of wine, sat down to watch a program on the tv, and woke up when the dog fussed me to go for her walk at eleven!

Took out the Molly then stumbled up to bed and knew nothing untill this morning. I feel like I have wasted a whole night! Still I guess I needed it.

Right things to do so I am leaving you with this one especially for Old Nick

Lets start the evening off with a kick

Gooood friday morning, the last day at work ( Except for that Paddy oh and that Nick they already started their weekend) A long directors meeting yesterday afternoon has left me with even more work than I had before I now need a 12 hour day for work and a 12 hour day for study, and a little time to play so days are going to have to be made longer

Hopefully it will be a nice day today, and I shall just set my work mode on to cruise setting and all should be fine

The sun is struggling up from behind the clouds, will it rain wont it? hmmmmmmmmmmm

Hope everyone has a good day.

I have finally finished the essay, and it has gone and been recieved, I love this electronic system of sending essays to uni. So simple and gives me at least an extra two days in which to get it done.

Ah well on with the rest, the next one is Methodoligical, with a section on developing a research plan.

Seems I may be missing for a while when I do that one!

OK, time for bed, nighty night

To my most favourite Drunken blogger, I hope you have had a great day so far and will be having a better evening.

I watched the sun rising and the dark recede before it, like the light from the sun was pushing the dark way over the hill to somewhere else. Its a fact that even when you cannot see it the sun always rises, a constant that ticks our days away. It is a beautiful sight when it rises and sets, always puts on a beautiful display, and there is always someone that can watch it, even if it is shrouded by cloud to others.

I guess answers to the puzzles of life are much like that, they are there just not everyone can see them. I grew up believeing that the answers are always there, they just hide behind other things. I learnt that sometimes there are no answers, only questions.

I have learnt many things on my journey, met many types of people good and bad, not having had what is classed as a 'proper' education, due to the um, circumstances of my childhood, I decided to educate myself. Through books and through the people I met. All kinds of people, Theives, murderers, accountants, doctors, surgeons, photographers,chefs, teachers, tutors,mechanics,policemen,sales people. And I mean people I have conversed with, not people I have met just through a proffesional capacity.

My eldest daughters father was ex army and had been a chef at Buckingham Palace, his tales of the Queens beans on toast at 1-30 in the morning had us in stitches. That and the Queen Mothers kitchen inspections.Through him I met a man whose future was so bright because of his intelligence that it was unbelievable, he was set to be some bigwig type physicist/Proffesor type person, he wanders around town looking often like a tramp. A beating from a gang of youths robbed him of his dazzling future, after six months of laying in a coma he awoke without the knowledge that made him shine, and without the capacity to regain it.

He was brought here, by my ex and his brothers and adopted into the family, sadly most of the brothers, including my ex, have died,and though he is still a member of the family few of his own generation are around anymore to remember what he was once like. All the others see is the Uncle who is a clown.

Life has a strange way of doing as it pleases, we dont always like it, and often we rail against it, but we try to mould it and shape it to our needs and wants. I guess the trick is to enjoy it, to get out of it as much enjoyment, as much laughter as we can, after all it is far too short for maybes and if only's.

Away to the land of the wicked task master now, have a good day

Whacky wednesday is over and man has it been whacky! Manically so, I feel like I have done two days work in one, but at least the day went fast

I am still attempting this essay, I will get it done, just keep hitting these stumbling blocks, no biggie, they will go and it will come ( I hope) but as my essays are submitted electronically via a special essay system for the uni I am not worried, as it gives me the extra time.

So my day has been fun if hectic, how has yours been?

Is it morning already? I thought as I stumbled out of bed over an hour ago, I think I took Molly for her walk with my eyes closed

Half way through the week, get today over with and there are only two to go before the weekend. I could not see many stars this morning when I went for my walk, the clouds obscured most of the sky, though I saw what looked to be a little cluster of them all together, in one little bunch, I know very little about stars and what they are supposed to represent, what they have been named etc. I just know I like to look at them. I am sure though that I have not seen these before, or not noticed them. Strange?

Anyway, as suspected I did not sleep untill just before the alarm went off, still I got some more of the essay done, and read some more.

When the children were little I used to do all my cleaning at night in an effort to make myself sleepy, it never worked but I had a nice clean house and the washing and ironing was always done

Of course there used to be good things on the TV then at night, now it is mostly sport, American sport, Italian football, I dont mind when it is motor racing, NASCA or rallying, but mostly it is boring

Ah well, some more of the essay and then prepare for the world 'out there'

Have a good day

Right stuck on my essay, watched CSI, still stuck on the damn essay. So enough for tonight.

Off to my bed and the 'Brother Thomas' the third in the Odd Thomas series of books by Dean Koontz, I know what will happen I will get half way through a chapter and think of something for that damn essay!

Night night and sweet dreams

I took a little wander, on my own, no Molly ( she sulked) no anyone in fact, just me trying to get my head together.

My day wasn't that bad, as far as my clients went it was great, I have made most of them laugh, one even asked me how many Mondays I had in a week, me on a normal week, ooh at least five. Its not my clients I have the problem with, its not my actual work I have a problem with. I was told when the sort-of manager went on holiday, please dont do anything hasty until I get back, things will change. I am not convinced.

Anyway my walk, it is not the clearest of nights, but as the clouds blew on by the stars were revealed, then covered then revealed, a bit like hide and seek. I paused at the top of the hill, and looked out over the valley, all the lights of all the houses nestled at the foot of the hills, its quite a sight, with a backdrop of night sky and more hills. I didn't stray too far, mostly I took the walk so I could go to the shop, the only reason I didnt take the Molly, but kind of lingered because the view was so nice and the breeze, though strong and a bit chilly was quite refreshing.

And it was nice to just wander a little, the long way round to the shop and back, took me quite a while. And it cleared my head a bit.

My long weekend is at an end and it is back to normal today, another work day beckons.

It is Tuesday and as I was not there yesterday I expect to have to take all the calls from the clients that could not reach me for their normal Monday moan/panic. Isn't life fun?

I could have got used to the pampered lifestyle, but I would have been bored within a week Besides what would I have to write about?

It is windy and wet again this morning, I keep thinking never mind Spring is round the corner, but that doesn't make it any easier getting wet every day, from which I appear to have developed a slight cold. which will be fun as I have a croaky voice this morning.

So away to dress for my myriad meetings and phone calls, I might even get some work done, who knows stranger things have happened

Have a good day, whatever you are doing

Well I promised my friends I would report in when I got back. I'm baaacckk

We went to the local Italian restaurant, the food was divine, the ambience was superb, the service was exceptional and the company was scintillating.

And yes I have had a few drinks, suffice it to say I had a brilliant evening. I changed the black and blue top for a black with flowers that are kind of beige, just to put some colour in the outfit, the black stilleto's won out purely because they were my highest and my Trousers were/are quite long, a black soft jersey cardigan, a drop of chanel, and the tiniest amount of jewelery. Hair swept up, its better that way when eating out as it is quite long.

And now I shall take the Molly for a walk, hair is down and loose now and shoes kicked off

Have a good evening whats left of it, and for those about to wind their way to beddy byes, night night and sweet dreams.

Well my hair is done, I am once again a beautiful brunette, well a brunette, nails are done,facial sort of done, clothes ready, though the shoe thing is posing a problem.

Do I wear my stilleto's with the fancy studs that go with a specific bag, or do I wear my 40's style strappy shoes, that go with any bag, they are both black.

Do I wear the beige stilleto's, or do I wear the strappy sandals, bearing in mind it has rained on and off, hmmmmmmm, decisions.

Black trousers, black and blue blouse black cardigan, so it is between the first two mentioned.

I am now off to enjoy a scented bubbly bath, I could get used to this life

I am not placing the questions, I shall leave that one to your imagination but my tally was £565.10

As I wandered beneath a sky full of stars early this morning, I realised that in a few weeks when I go out at that time it will be full light. The sun will have risen and the moon and stars will have gone to bed. Time seems to be passing so fast, wonder where the brakes are?

I spent the laziest of days yesterday doing nothing much, course I have it all to do today and then I have to get ready for tonight, which as much as I am looking forward to it, I am also dreading it, my sons idea of a good restaurant and mine are worlds apart. However this is his special treat and I shall enjoy it no matter where we go.

Sometimes when I look back I think of how different things could have been if I had lived how others had wanted me to live, I would have been in a different place, living a different life. I am glad that I chose not to, I dont envy or yearn for that life that I could have had. I dont think it would have been as fulfilling or as rewarding as this one has been. And I certainly would never have met the people that I now know, and that would be the saddest part.

I have had a tough journey to here, and though there is still a fair way to go, I cant say that I dont enjoy the challenges, though I may weary of them one day. I did not choose the original direction of my life, but I did end up captain of the vessel and though I often seem to steer it into rough waters, I usually find the calm again. With a little help from my friends

As Paddy, AJ and Faffajane have announced it to the world, I concede and allow for the fact that yes today is my birthday.

Mostly it has been a good day, my son bought me A bottle of Channel No 5 Parfum

Which was really cool. And he is taking me for a meal tomorrow, but wont tell me where.

A beautiful card from Paddy and Brad, which made my day feel really special, as they made me feel really special. And a little something else from them which I cannot retrieve untill tomorrow as I was at work when the postman came and he wont tell me what it is!

I have been lounging and watching DVD's, had a little drinkie, just a tiny one though. And am about to make minted lamb chops for my tea.

So not a bad day then, so far

I adore this guy

Last night I saw the Moon Eclipse, which was awesome, and this morning I got to watch the sun rise. I never get tired of seeing that, it is always breathtakingly beautiful, are we not lucky to have so much beauty around us? Just there to see everyday, to smell and to touch, and it is all free.

I am not a person that is moved to tears, I can be touched by things I see,read,hear. But they rarely bring about the spectacle of tears, some say it is because I have no heart, others because that heart is hard, of neccesity. I tend to think it is because the things that I have cried for are rare happenings.

I went so long not knowing how to cry, not knowing how to let it out and when I did I found it gave me no answers, it eased no burdens. Sometimes it is essential to let emotion have its way, to release the pent up feelings that gather from time to time, but those times are rare.

I am sometimes moved to the point where I have tears brought to my eyes, an emotional reaction to words said or read, things seen or heard. Another rare occurence, but it does happen. I read some words this morning, from a friend ( Early hours of this morning) and the words he had chosen along with those he wrote himself managed to bring tears to my eyes. For a few reasons, they are the same words I would have chosen for him, and they were sent to me with love and affection. You know who you are.

I can only say humbly, thank you, for the words but mostly for being who you are. I am not ashamed to say I love you both, in fact I am proud to have the two of you as my friends.

"So where are we going?" I asked my son
"Out" Was his reply
"Yes but out where?"
"Its a surprise"
"How will I know what to wear if I dont know where we are going?" I says
"Dress casual"
"Casual smart or Casual dressy or just casual?"
"Mam I am not telling you"
"Well dont blame me if I am not dressed right then" Ooooh he is so annoying sometimes, he doesn't get that I have to know where we are eating so I know how to dress! Dont ya just want to slap them sometimes??

Anyway apart from that it has not been too bad a day.

Hows yours been?

I finished work, though I still haven't got done what I needed, I did at least sort out the problems from last week, hopefully it will all be smooth going from now on. Though I wont hold my breath

I came home had a coffee and then went for a wander into town, I know town on a saturday! Anyway it wasn't too bad, I must have hit it just as everyone else decided it was time to eat. The thing was that while I was out I was in the middle of the freakiest weather! I am walking down the road with the warmth of the sun on my face, looking at blue skies and fluffy white clouds and it is pouring it down?? I am getting soaked, but the sun is still shining and warm! Freaky wasn't in it,it was fiendish, and it wasn't just a quick shower either, but the sun stayed out the whole time.

Home again, and despite all their efforts and corners and constant attacking, Liverpool lost to Man Utd, it doesn't matter what you say about that team, they are damn good! And no I dont support them. Right my team are about to kick off now, got to go

Ah Saturday, when I should be relaxing and thinking of nothing but, erm, relaxing, and instead am preparing to face the hordes of work sat waiting upon my desk for me Bloomin directors!

It is a wet day, how unusual! but doesn't actually feel cold, though I have to admit that when I went for my evening stroll with The Molly last night I was expecting snow, the sky had that strange, glowy, off white look that comes with snow. Of course it could have just been an Alien spaceship hovering about waiting for to see someone to nidkap and whisk away to a planet thousands of light years away, or something.

Ah well, off to the land of fortune, well other peoples anyway, and I will catch you all later

I have felt today as though I have spent the whole day chasing my tail! Trying to get done what I have to do, in amidst emails from directors asking me to do this that and the other, phone calls, like noone else can answer questions in this place!
Add to that people not doing their jobs right and you get one, very full, very unproductive day.

And I have to work tomorrow! but at least there will just be two of us, and I should be able to catch up with everything. I hope

Still it is friday night and time to relax, course I will be relaxing on my sofa, in my little house, unlike some lucky journalist type person who will be relaxing in a luxury hotel or on a sun kissed beach! I am not envious

Have a good evening

I have come to the conclusion that there must have been loads of people that got computers, laptops/desktops, in December and in their wonder at their new toy they happened upon this place,I had something like two thousand nine hundred visitors that month! I wonder how many actually joined after reading my ramblings?

It is light already and I keep looking at the clock thinking that I am late getting ready for work, I think I may have just lost the plot totally today,

It is POETS day today and if you want that deciphiring, go ask Paddy! and that means the weekend beckons, though my weekend plans have changed it doesn't mean that I cant enjoy it, though I am working saturday morning as I have a job to do for the directors and it is the only time I can get on with it.

Right now I have to go sort some clothes out as it is also dress down day, I just have nothing to wear!

Have a good day, whatever you are doing.

I was pleasently surprised when I took the Molly for her walk to find the wind had died down and the clouds were gone. A myriad of stars and a lovely shiny moon were my companions ( And Molly of course) as I wandered.A pleasent way to end the day a nice slow wander.

Anyway, off to beddybyes now, with the books. Have a good night

Almost the weekend, am I looking forward to it, well sort of. I am supposed to be going out on Saturday night, but my best friend that I was going out with has cried off Ah well, such is life, looks like I will be keeping the dog company again.

And all this fuss over Sky and Virgin! While I agree with Branson in principle, what I want to know is what is he going to replace those programmes with? After all people are paying for them!

I think thats it for now, my brain doesn't seem to want to work

The wind this morning is determined to take my letterbox off my door, and every time it lifts it up and drops it back down poor Molly jumps. She is sat glaring at the door as though it is purposfully knocking the letterbox to disturb her Well at least it isnt raining, yet.

It is the first day of March, into the third month of the year already, and so far, well lets not go there, 2007 is turning out to be as much of a pain as 2006 was, but the year has a chance to get better yet.

I have done a lot of mental stocktaking these past few weeks, I think we all have times when we have to do that, work out what is important to us and why. Sometimes we can get bogged down in the materialistic and we forget about the other things, like the simple pleasure of taking a walk in the woods ( though right now that wind is threatening to take me to timbuktoo! ) putting up your feet after a long day at work and simply relaxing, chilling out.

They do say that an hour of relaxation can prevent a week of sickness, the body needs time to wind down, to sort itself out after the stresses of a day of work, and all too often we come home and begin chores, instead of taking that little bit of time out.

And now to the Bloscars, this will be my only word on it as I am sure that there will be many bloscar posts, and you will have all last nights to read Thank you to everyone who nominated and voted for me, I was overwhelmed last night with the awards in which you nominated and voted for me. I hadnt realised that many people read my story blogs!
Mostly I was overwhelmed with the response from the bloggers at blog.co, it is a light hearted and fun event and I was pleased to see so many people join in this year.

By the way did you like the dress?