Archives for the month of: July, 2012

 

I’ve never been sure about whether I am superstitious or not.  I won’t walk under a ladder….and would be petrified if I broke a mirror.  But, I don’t care if a black cat walks across my path.  Friday the 13th doesn’t bother me too much either (although we were burgled on that day once!).

I don’t know about anywhere else in world, but here in the UK there is a big thing about drains too.  Triple drains to be precise.  Apparently they are unlucky too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a completely unwritten superstition – I can’t find much on the internet about triple drains – other than plumbing information!  Triple drains are unlucky – double are lucky.  If you walk over triple drains you can only cancel that bad luck out by walking over double drains.

Every morning I walk into work.  It is fairly much one long straight road and it can be quite busy in the morning.  As I walk down, I can observe some people walking almost twice the distance necessary because of how far they walk out of their way to avoid these triple drains.

Its hilarious.  We are talking people from all walks of life – mums pushing buggies, teenagers and even men in suits.  I’ve really noticed it the last couple of days and each day it is making me chuckle more and more.

It depends on what day it is as to whether I care about whether I walk on the triple drains or not.  Some days I like to walk on them just to prove the point they aren’t unlucky.  But I may be wrong about that.  Maybe that is why we’ve been unlucky enough not to conceive. Maybe I’ve jinxed us completely.  I better find a street of double drains quick time to try and cancel it all out!

Is there anywhere else in the world that has this same silly superstition?? Are we alone on this?  I bet someone started it all as a joke!  Maybe I’ll try that too – will it work?? From now on – maybe its unlucky to brush your hair with your left hand while looking in a mirror!  Think it will catch on?!?!

 

I’ve been smiling most of this evening.  Why? Because me and my girls have arranged dinner.  Its not even that dinner was tonight……but having that to look forward to made my day.

Don’t get me wrong – my best friend is my husband and all that jazz, but no man can do what your girlfriends do.

We refer to ourselves as the Fab Four.  There are a few others that drift around the peripherals, floating in and out as they please, but there are four of us that are strong and tight.  If we are going to dinner – there will always be us four – and then we might have that fifth or sixth addition when it suits.

We are all friends from school.  Two of the Fab Four I’ve know since I was three years old! We’ve known each other almost all of our lives.  There was a gap though.  A couple left my school at the end of primary school and at the end of senior school we had all gone our different ways.  We went about our own lives without a second thought.

Then – 15 years later (or in some cases 20 – ouch when did I get old enough to say that?!?) it all changed.  Facebook came along!  The first time we all got together was 3 years ago.  Since then, and I mean literally since that day, I have spoken to at least one or other of them every week (apart from when on holiday).

We laugh, we fight and we cry together.  We’ve been through each others divorces, babies (and lack of) and every other drama life can throw at us.  Because we’ve known each other since we were so little, its all so easy, so natural.  I know that outside of my family – these are the people I run to.  Sometimes I go to them before my family!  They don’t judge, there are no grudges, they are always there.

And I love them – and they love me.  Its even more special for me, because they are not my family.  They are not related.  They don’t have to love me – they have chosen to.

You know when you were little and all of your parents friends were ‘Aunties and Uncles’?  I had several of those such aunties and uncles.  For some, it was only recently that I realised they were just friends and weren’t family.  Some of their kids, I still refer to as cousins – not just family friends – and thats how we introduced each other to our husbands all years ago.   These girls are that for me – friends so close that my children won’t realise until they are older that they aren’t blood relatives.  Cousins that aren’t really cousins but always will be in their eyes.  I can’t wait until that time.  I want my children to have memories of being up in bed hearing their aunties all downstairs giggling away over some cocktails.  I want them to keep trying to sneak down the stairs to join in the fun.

One day………one day……….

My first post using the wordpress app on my phone……I hope this works!!

Don’t you find its always those unplanned evenings that end up being the best? Last night (naughty me with it being a school night!) was one of those nights.  It all started with a throw away comment on facebook – happy birthday!

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It was to wish a cousin a great day. “Why don’t you pop over, I’ve put some jerk chicken on the bbq”. Done deal! We were there 10 minutes later.

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A couple of bottles of wine, a bottle of Vodka & a bottle of Brandy later….some were a little worse for wear!!!

We just had a giggle though. Being with family is the best. Its with these people that I can truly relax & enjoy the simple things. If I’m going to make a prat out of myself, it might as well be with these guys. In fact with our family, you’re not normal if you don’t!!! Its what fuels our conversations until the next ‘event’!

Laughter truly is the best medicine.  I went to bed grinning from ear to ear – well almost. I had a slight panic just as I got into bed that I
was going to have a major hangover for work the next day!! After downing a quick pint of water to help the cause, my grin re-appeared as I remembered a silly comment or stumble!

I love having a big family!!!

 

What a great saying to live by.  But oh so difficult too.

Today I was advising a friend not to worry about something he couldn’t control.  Their worrying wouldn’t change the outcome, so why waste the time and effort?  Worrying yourself sick about something only hurts you.  No one else will care.

Now all I have to do is practice what I preach!

I try!  If I find myself worrying about something, I try and step back and see the big picture. Will worrying change or influence what I am worrying about?  99% of the time it will be no.  So why bother?  Sometimes it works.  Not all the time, but sometimes.

So I am going to continue to try and live by the famous words of Bob Marley.

Don’t Worry Be Happy!

A few years ago I was asked this one question.  It changed my life.  When I realised how difficult it was to answer the question – I knew it was time for a change.  So:

When was the last time you did something for the first time?

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Today I completed the Race for life.  A terrific, albeit, emotional day.  This was my third year doing it.  Its even more convenient that it is held in the park 2 minutes from my house!

So almost 4000 of us girlies gathered together to raise money for Cancer Research….

And we’re off…..!

When you see sights like these, it touches you.  Cancer has probably touched each and every one of our lives.   One of my friends who did it for the first time this year found it overwhelming – a tear or two was shed!

A slight traffic jam in the woods along the way!

We all felt proud of ourselves at the end.  Its a great feeling.

Its days like this that get me thinking though.  It makes me realise we are all only human.  We get sick, it happens.  Some worse than others.

Your fears change over time.  When I was maybe 10 or 11, I was petrified I was going to be kidnapped.  Silly I know.  But it meant every night for at least a year, I would go to bed almost fully dressed because, then, if I did get taken I wouldn’t be cold! (a weird thought process I know!).

Through my twenties, my biggest fear was drowning.  Its still a fear don’t get me wrong, but that rated number one then.

Now, my biggest fear is not leaving my mark on the world.  And to me, that means not having children.  That is the only thing I feel I can leave behind that is truly a piece of me.  A building could be built – but that can be knocked down.  A tree could be planted – but that can be dug up.  A child’s life (hopefully) will go on after I’m gone and continue through the bloodline in years to come.

My brother in law died 11 and a half years ago to Leukemia.  He was 32.  He had no children.  I will be 32 next birthday.  So this plays heavily on my mind.

I am grateful for all that I have in my life – and my experiences in losing those close to me through illnesses like this have taught me to make every day count.  Don’t sweat the little things.  But, I hope in the future my worst fear doesn’t come true.

But enough wallowing! I’m off to enjoy whats left of this gorgeous sunny day!

 

Whoopdie Doo. Well, that was my first reaction.  And second, third and fourth for that matter.

There has been hype about the Olympics for the last 4 years.  It was just another sporting event that I had little interest in.  I didn’t apply for tickets.  I didn’t volunteer to assist.  I had no interest.

Until……Tuesday happened.  A friend was an official Olympic Torch bearer.  So we thought….’Yeah, we’ll go support him.  There might not be many people there, so show a bit of support to make him feel better’.  WRONG!

As we started making our way down the route to get to the right section – the streets were packed.  They were lined with flags and decorations.

People lined the streets waving their free discs or inflatables.  The atmosphere was pure exitement.  And it was contagious.  Except to my 6 year old nephew anyway!

As we waited for the ‘flame’ to go by, I started thinking of the significance of the flame and the whole tradition.  I realised how much this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

It was a thoroughly enjoyable day in the end.  And we have a picture of my nephew holding the torch! Hopefully something he will appreciate when he is older.

I’m not sure if I’ll ever get to experience a similar thing in the years to come.  I am glad that I took the time out for this.  Life is too short to think something better will come along.  Grab those opportunities as they come along – they may not come again!

So, go Team GB!  Enjoy the magnitude of the event. Whether you win or lose, its the taking part that counts! (apologies – classic cliches over!)

Sunday was a perfect day.  The sun was shining (which doesn’t seem to happen often) and everyone was round for a Sunday lunch at my parents.

There was the hustle and bustle as usual over lunch, with 9 or 10 of us round the table with the usual banter.

My brother, the only person who was missing, was on speaker phone, still demanding his chocolate cake and chocolate custard.

My sister and I got uncontrollable giggles. We had to separate ourselves to try and calm down.  The fact that nobody else got it made it worse.  Just when we thought we had it under control, we met over the tissue box as we had both been crying from laughing so hard we needed to blow our noses. That just set us off all over again.

My dad – trying to watch the tv over the noise – managing to block out everything so that we had to shout his name 5 times before he realised we were talking to him.

My mum explaining to the french student we’re not always like this (we are).

And the kids going up and down ladders, in and out of tyres (don’t ask). You name it they were doing it.

It was again, on this perfect day, that the bitter sweet feelings crept in.  I want a child to share in this kind of love. To run around with their cousins, get into mischief, have Grandma sneak them cake and chocolate and to be surrounded by a loving family.

I also wonder how parents do it.  I have such overwhelming love for my nephews – complete and unconditional.  How do you cope with feelings even stronger than that for your own?!?! It baffles me and entices me all the more.

Hopefully one day I’ll find out the answer.

I saw this today and was touched – so felt I had to share…..

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When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through his meagre possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Melbourne .. The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet.
 
Cranky Old Man…..
What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you’re looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . … . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .’I do wish you’d try!’
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . … lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you’re thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you’re not looking at me.
I’ll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I’m a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he’ll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don’t mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. …Babies play ’round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future … . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I’ve known.
I’m now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It’s jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigour, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I’m loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man . Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. …. . ME!!
 

Music is amazing.

Do you ever hear a tune and as soon as you hear the first few bars, a big grin appears on your face?  You transport back in time to what felt like the most fantastic moment – a memory relived in an instant?

What else in this world can do that within 3 seconds?

Happy Dancing!