I have a bit of an obsessive personality.
I become addicted to things quite easily.
Smoking was probably the worst of my addictions.
Until now.
At least I could smoke while I hung washing out.
I cannot blog or tweet while vacuuming.
This sucks.
I think I need to take some time out, but I am not sure I can.
I don't even know why I feel a sudden urge to write all the time.
It's apparent that this isn't reaching a wide audience.
I am not helping anyone with my rambles.
I am not even creating coherent blogs most of the time.
This new venture is so freeing.
I am in love.
I am addicted.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Religion.
Following the below post.
I stopped typing.
I won't be debating religion on this blog.
I am not against religion.
It has been made apparent to me that it is not religion which is unbelievable.
It is the followers who are ridiculous.
I am not a religious person.
But I will not shoot down anyone else's religious beliefs.
Unless they are an extremist.
But I won't talk about terrorism here either.
I stopped typing.
I won't be debating religion on this blog.
I am not against religion.
It has been made apparent to me that it is not religion which is unbelievable.
It is the followers who are ridiculous.
I am not a religious person.
But I will not shoot down anyone else's religious beliefs.
Unless they are an extremist.
But I won't talk about terrorism here either.
Are you following me on foursquare?
Or is this yet another coincidence.
Are social networks playing mind games on us?
A few years ago, bumping into a friend down the street was a happy surprise.
Now when it happens to me, a little part of me cannot help but wonder if perhaps they knew I was going to be there.
I have run into an acquaintance several times in the past month.
This is someone I would never normally run into, unless it was pre-planned.
From my knowledge this person is very anti-technology.
But, is it possible that they have a minor stalk - on?
It's a little creepy.
Or is this yet another coincidence.
Are social networks playing mind games on us?
A few years ago, bumping into a friend down the street was a happy surprise.
Now when it happens to me, a little part of me cannot help but wonder if perhaps they knew I was going to be there.
I have run into an acquaintance several times in the past month.
This is someone I would never normally run into, unless it was pre-planned.
From my knowledge this person is very anti-technology.
But, is it possible that they have a minor stalk - on?
It's a little creepy.
Motivation.
It takes alot for me to become motivated once I have some down time.
Once I get started it is very hard for me to stop.
Like a juggernaut crushing everything in it's way.
I wish I was the kind of person who could leap out of bed on a Saturday morning.
Get stuck into the cleaning.
Then be finished by midday and the rest of the day to chill.
That is not me.
It is 12pm.
I have put a load of washing on.
That is it.
I am sitting on my bed looking at the piles of (clean) washing I have surrounding said bed.
I was a machine through the week, literally didn't even have a chance to put the washing away.
Now its the weekend - and I don't want to do a damn thing.
Except coffee.
Need coffee.
Maybe that will be my inspiration.
My motivation.
Because Cocobean rubbing play-dough into my carpet isn't enough just yet.
Once I get started it is very hard for me to stop.
Like a juggernaut crushing everything in it's way.
I wish I was the kind of person who could leap out of bed on a Saturday morning.
Get stuck into the cleaning.
Then be finished by midday and the rest of the day to chill.
That is not me.
It is 12pm.
I have put a load of washing on.
That is it.
I am sitting on my bed looking at the piles of (clean) washing I have surrounding said bed.
I was a machine through the week, literally didn't even have a chance to put the washing away.
Now its the weekend - and I don't want to do a damn thing.
Except coffee.
Need coffee.
Maybe that will be my inspiration.
My motivation.
Because Cocobean rubbing play-dough into my carpet isn't enough just yet.
Butterflies
Okay.
So I broke my promise about not blogging again tonight.
Well.
I clicked the enrol button.
I am now a student again.
Or I will be, come August.
I cannot believe I am going back to study at this stage of my life.
Many thanks go to misschatterboxx.
If it was not for her support - and push - I would not of done this.
Now I just have to decide if these butterflies are excitement... or fear.
So I broke my promise about not blogging again tonight.
Well.
I clicked the enrol button.
I am now a student again.
Or I will be, come August.
I cannot believe I am going back to study at this stage of my life.
Many thanks go to misschatterboxx.
If it was not for her support - and push - I would not of done this.
Now I just have to decide if these butterflies are excitement... or fear.
Stalker.
I have been stalking him on facebook for months.
Sometime over the past couple of weeks he deleted his facebook.
Now I am kicking myself.
I had him.
Within reach.
Why didn't I just take the risk and speak to him.
What was the worst that could of happened?
Sometime over the past couple of weeks he deleted his facebook.
Now I am kicking myself.
I had him.
Within reach.
Why didn't I just take the risk and speak to him.
What was the worst that could of happened?
Little Mommy
This is my house and I am the mommy.
My children are Annabelle, Betsy and Bonny.
They are good little children and do just as I say.
I put on their coats and they go out to play.
Billy is Daddy; he works in the city.
He has a new car. Isn't it pretty?
I do the dishes and sweep the floor.
And wipe the fingerprints off the door.
I wash the clothes in my washing machine.
I scrub them with soap and rinse them clean.
Then I hang them on the line to dry.
I'll have to iron them by and by.
My children like to go for a ride.
They sit in the buggy side by side.
Now I will teach you the A B C,
and who can count to ten for me?
I think it's time for me to bake.
I'll make some cookies and ginger cake.
My neighbour comes for a cup of tea.
We have a party by the cherry tree.
Dinner is ready, don't be late.
Put on your bibs and sit up straight!
We're having potatoes and blueberry stew.
Now eat your spinach, it's good for you.
Sit on my lap, it's story time.
I'll read a poem and a nursery rhyme.
It's bath time now for my little dears.
I scrub their necks and wash their ears.
I tuck them in bed and sing them a song
And they'll be asleep before very long
We mommies have such alot to do.
Goodnight dollies, I'm sleepy too.
[This is from a book, bought for Miss Shiloh. I thought it was too cute not to share]
My children are Annabelle, Betsy and Bonny.
They are good little children and do just as I say.
I put on their coats and they go out to play.
Billy is Daddy; he works in the city.
He has a new car. Isn't it pretty?
I do the dishes and sweep the floor.
And wipe the fingerprints off the door.
I wash the clothes in my washing machine.
I scrub them with soap and rinse them clean.
Then I hang them on the line to dry.
I'll have to iron them by and by.
My children like to go for a ride.
They sit in the buggy side by side.
Now I will teach you the A B C,
and who can count to ten for me?
I think it's time for me to bake.
I'll make some cookies and ginger cake.
My neighbour comes for a cup of tea.
We have a party by the cherry tree.
Dinner is ready, don't be late.
Put on your bibs and sit up straight!
We're having potatoes and blueberry stew.
Now eat your spinach, it's good for you.
Sit on my lap, it's story time.
I'll read a poem and a nursery rhyme.
It's bath time now for my little dears.
I scrub their necks and wash their ears.
I tuck them in bed and sing them a song
And they'll be asleep before very long
We mommies have such alot to do.
Goodnight dollies, I'm sleepy too.
[This is from a book, bought for Miss Shiloh. I thought it was too cute not to share]
Organisation.
I need some organization in my life.
I am well and truly looking forward to my move.
A four bedroom house.
At the beach.
Just me and my part-time kid.
The issue with living with other people is there are so many variables.
If you have housemates with specific routines, you must alter yours to suit theirs.
If they have no routine, you are left floundering.
Just me.
In my house.
and I will work it all out.
I'm thinking alternate days for gymming and studying.
If I try and do both every night I will wear myself out...
Just food for thought.
I am well and truly looking forward to my move.
A four bedroom house.
At the beach.
Just me and my part-time kid.
The issue with living with other people is there are so many variables.
If you have housemates with specific routines, you must alter yours to suit theirs.
If they have no routine, you are left floundering.
Just me.
In my house.
and I will work it all out.
I'm thinking alternate days for gymming and studying.
If I try and do both every night I will wear myself out...
Just food for thought.
What music are you listening to today?
I actually haven't listened to any today - unless you count the song You Never Can Tell- Chuck Berry [the dance scene song from Pulp Fiction] as it is my current work ring tone. I have been on the phone for the majority of the day.
Your blogs & my mind.. we are very much alike.
Why, thank you.
I think.
I feel sorry for the world that there is more than one of us.
Family.
Don't me wrong, I love my family to bits.
I would do anything for them.
My immediate family, that is.
But my gosh do the drive me crazy.
My dad is as strict as they come.
I am well into my twenties, moved out of home at 18
and yet, he still thinks it is perfectly okay to tell me how to run my life.
and expect me to follow his advice.
Follow his orders.
I fail at life because of the lack of support.
I was always to scared to try because trying meant the possibility of failure.
Failure is just not acceptable.
My mum is a sweetheart.
A total doormat, especially when it comes to my dad.
And extremely naive.
She was married at 20 years old.
My dad was her first, her first everything.
My younger brother is the rebel without a cause.
I was the perfect child, the perfect teenager.
I didn't go out and party.
I didn't fail at school.
I was all around the ideal child, even though I was constantly in trouble for nothing.
My brother has definitely reaped the rewards.
Whilst I am frowned upon for going out, or having an occasional drink
My brother is encouraged to spend time with his [feral] mates.
They know, but do not speak of, his alcohol intake and sex life.
He lost his license, 3 months after getting it.
He is not yet 18. He can do no wrong.
Alzheimer's is hereditary and has affected at least one person of each generation from my maternal side.
My mum is starting to display symptoms.
She denies it of course.
And most of the time I try to be patient with her.
But the incessant nagging and constant repeating of questions really drives me crazy.
I wouldn't trade them for the world, but hell, I need a break.
I would do anything for them.
My immediate family, that is.
But my gosh do the drive me crazy.
My dad is as strict as they come.
I am well into my twenties, moved out of home at 18
and yet, he still thinks it is perfectly okay to tell me how to run my life.
and expect me to follow his advice.
Follow his orders.
I fail at life because of the lack of support.
I was always to scared to try because trying meant the possibility of failure.
Failure is just not acceptable.
My mum is a sweetheart.
A total doormat, especially when it comes to my dad.
And extremely naive.
She was married at 20 years old.
My dad was her first, her first everything.
My younger brother is the rebel without a cause.
I was the perfect child, the perfect teenager.
I didn't go out and party.
I didn't fail at school.
I was all around the ideal child, even though I was constantly in trouble for nothing.
My brother has definitely reaped the rewards.
Whilst I am frowned upon for going out, or having an occasional drink
My brother is encouraged to spend time with his [feral] mates.
They know, but do not speak of, his alcohol intake and sex life.
He lost his license, 3 months after getting it.
He is not yet 18. He can do no wrong.
Alzheimer's is hereditary and has affected at least one person of each generation from my maternal side.
My mum is starting to display symptoms.
She denies it of course.
And most of the time I try to be patient with her.
But the incessant nagging and constant repeating of questions really drives me crazy.
I wouldn't trade them for the world, but hell, I need a break.
Friends
I have spent my entire life without friends who think and see the world the same way that I do.
Sure, I have a couple of close friends that I would die for.
But majority?
I could give or take their friendship on any given day.
I have very few who understand me, who encourage me, and who can read me very well.
The past few days I have been a bit of a blog stalker.
I have started religiously reading the blogs of two girls who are mutual friends of a blogger friend.
Never in my life have I wanted more than to meet these people.
People I don't know.
People I have never met.
They think the same thoughts as me.
They have the same goals.
The same hobbies.
And alot of the same dreams.
Do yourselves a favour and read the blogs of:
corinnedevine.wordpress.com
misschatterboxx.wordpress.com
and
http://mrzx.wordpress.com
Sure, I have a couple of close friends that I would die for.
But majority?
I could give or take their friendship on any given day.
I have very few who understand me, who encourage me, and who can read me very well.
The past few days I have been a bit of a blog stalker.
I have started religiously reading the blogs of two girls who are mutual friends of a blogger friend.
Never in my life have I wanted more than to meet these people.
People I don't know.
People I have never met.
They think the same thoughts as me.
They have the same goals.
The same hobbies.
And alot of the same dreams.
Do yourselves a favour and read the blogs of:
corinnedevine.wordpress.com
misschatterboxx.wordpress.com
and
http://mrzx.wordpress.com
New Friends
So, a while back I posted a blog about how to make new friends.
Because, well, I lack that ability.
There was one person in particular in mind when I wrote that.
Over the past few weeks I have bumped into them numerous times.
All in places I wouldn't expect to see them.
Today, we were discussing, briefly, about how this kept happening.
They suggested organising an actual meeting.
You know, cocktails or coffee or something.
Nothing was set up.
How do I roll with this?
Do I wait for them to make the first step?
I don't quite have the confidence to do it.
Knowing myself, I will just wait until it comes up again and laugh off that we haven't ever done anything.
Attempting to make new friends is harder than dating.
Because, well, I lack that ability.
There was one person in particular in mind when I wrote that.
Over the past few weeks I have bumped into them numerous times.
All in places I wouldn't expect to see them.
Today, we were discussing, briefly, about how this kept happening.
They suggested organising an actual meeting.
You know, cocktails or coffee or something.
Nothing was set up.
How do I roll with this?
Do I wait for them to make the first step?
I don't quite have the confidence to do it.
Knowing myself, I will just wait until it comes up again and laugh off that we haven't ever done anything.
Attempting to make new friends is harder than dating.
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