LIFE ISN'T A BOWL OF PEACHES... OR IS IT?

Its been a while since I've shared my mind - it because I'm always apprehensive of what people will think of me if I moan or say something that is less than pink and cute and happy.... But we all know that life is not that way. We all have days that are down or less than perfect. I try to remember that its OK to be sad and to NOT have everything together. I am ONLY human. But God still loves me - this way,
anyway I am.

thank goodness

What happened to the Disc Man?

I was thinking about how life has changed, technology is moving soooo fast! I look at old photos and think about things like what will my daughter say to her kids one day about the things she had and did when she was young eg her life now...(she is only 7 at the moment). I look at my photos as a kid and things like owning a Walk-Man tape player with cool headphones or Disc Man (portable CD player) which was So Super COOL when I was young... my daughter doesn't even know what those things are! She has am MP3 player which I put music on for her. It is tiny. Digital cameras... click, click, click and download. No going to the shop buying film, taking photos and being careful not to waste your film cause it costs money, develop you picks and PAY MORE MONEY!!! and see what of your photos came out OK and which can be ditched. We really live in a totally different time where everything can be shared between cellphones, computers, laptop, ipads, the internet, mp3 players and other devices.

I wander what will be obsolete when she is an adult and what her kids will think of her crazy stories about her life now :)


anyway :) just a thought

Blah blah blah

So some bloggers are fighting in the bloggersphere about who has a cooler blog and who are the real blogging professionals.... and for them I think whoa this is a real big deal to some people. tutt tutt... But then as I look and think it over - who wouldn't wanted to be taken seriously in this field and given accolades and have nice things said about you and awards - I WOULD!

but it doesn't matter ... rather blog about what makes you happy and see if life turns your happiness toward you. People can feel your infectious happiness and will want to see more of it!

I think if you wish well on others, life will send nice people your way and if you are NASTY about others then NASTYNESS will come and find you - in the way of REVENGE!!!

happy Friday

I have this blog to write what I feel ... I am going to do just that!
Its a new week and I am already running out of time and its only Monday! I am sick and tired of cleaning the house and dishes seem to pile even though I may not even have cooked a big meal! Some people are annoying me and I feel like telling them to butt out or just try and think a little from my perspective sometimes!! Really you are not the only person in the world and life isn't about being in with the lastest thing!!! I just want to relax with my lovely man and drink coffee and listen to the birds outside :) bliss. I can dream for another day ---- and go clean so at least I'll be less irritated with myself for not cleaning up!


thanks for the rant ;)

I write stupid stuff when I'm tired

I am just thinking how so many people are in the oddest relationships  - Married and unmarried.
I certainly wouldn't put up with some of the things I see people go through in their relationships - but then again I'm not them and I don't know everything.
Mmmm ... I don't know..... Am I seeing things right *rubs eyes* I sometimes fight the urge to say Hey you - what ARE you doing? can't you see - He or She - is playing you? It is so obvious that some people are just dorks... but then again - who am I to judge. I know my husband and I have a quirky and interesting relationship and people don't know everything - they just see the one side that we display to the world... so maybe I'm not seeing the WHOLE picture. Maybe they are REALLY happy. Just Maybe. I'll keep quiet for this one maybe .... Butting out now....till tomorrow ... ok till quite a few days... no weeks...

 ok I won't meddle...  (yes mom)


Till tomorrow

Guys are peacocks

have you ever noticed when guys meet each other for the first time how they kind of puff out the their chests (or act all confident) and say "hi I am john or whomever"and shake hands. Now the more shy guy will just quietly say hi and shake hands and observe all the guys and just laugh in the right places. But the macho man will tell the jokes and the stories and give out all the info how he gyms and bikes, cool guy hobbies etc...
these are the peacocks. If 2 peacocks have to meet then the stories really start coming out so they can size up who the bigger man is (un-intentionally of course) They just do it naturally. It is very amusing and this is when the guy pranks can start if to much drinking is happening. Silly things like lets see who can drink the fastest or i dare you....

Just an observation

Luckily I'm married to the shy guy :) shew

LOVE

Love written in matches!!! 2500 of them - yikes.  found here

What life gives you and takes from you

I came across this article on the Oprah website a few days ago written by Elizabeth Gilbert- the author of Eat, Pray, Love. I identified with it. And its true- you don't have to be perfect all the time or know everything all the time - so if your passion went away what would you do? I so enjoyed her perspective. 

Written by Elizabeth Gilbert

photo taken by Shea Hembrey

I've always considered myself lucky that I do not have many passions. There's only one pursuit that I have ever truly loved, and that pursuit is writing. This means, conveniently enough, that I never had to search for my destiny; I only had to obey it. What am I here for? No problem! I'm here to be a writer, and only a writer, from my first cigarette to my last dying day! No doubt about it!

Except that two years ago, I completely lost my life's one true passion, and all my certainties collapsed with it.

Here's what happened: After the unexpected success of Eat, Pray, Love, I diligently sat down to work on my next project—another memoir. I worked hard, as always, conducting years of research and interviews. And when I was finished, I had produced a first draft that was...awful.

I'm not being falsely modest here. Truly, the book was crap. Worse, I couldn't figure out why it was crap. Moreover, it was due at the publisher.

Demoralized, I wrote a letter to my editor, admitting that I had utterly failed. He was nice about it, considering. He said, "Don't worry. You'll figure it out." But I did worry, because for the first time in my life, I had absolutely no passion for writing. I was charred and dry. This was terrifyingly disorienting. I couldn't begin to know who I was without that old, familiar fire. I felt like a cardboard cutout of myself.

My old friend Sarah, seeing me so troubled, came to the rescue with this sage advice: "Take a break! Don't worry about following your passion for a while. Just follow your curiosity instead."

She was not suggesting that I ditch my passion forever, of course, but rather that I temporarily ease off the pressure by exploring something new, some completely unrelated creative endeavor—something that I could find interesting, but with much lower emotional stakes. When passion feels so out of reach, Sarah explained, curiosity can be a calming diversion. If passion is a tower of flame, then curiosity is a modest spark—and we can almost always summon up a modest spark of interest about something.

So what was my modest spark? Gardening, as it turned out. Following my friend's advice, I stepped away from my writing desk and spent six months absentmindedly digging in the dirt. I had some successes (fabulous tomatoes!); I had some failures (collapsed bean poles!). None of it really mattered, though, because gardening, after all, was just my curiosity—something to keep me modestly engaged through a difficult period. (At such moments, believe me, even modest engagement can feel like a victory.)

Then the miracle happened. Autumn came. I was pulling up the spent tomato vines when—quite suddenly, out of nowhere—I realized exactly how to fix my book. I washed my hands, returned to my desk, and within three months I'd completed the final version of Committed—a book that I now love.

Gardening, in other words, had turned me back into a writer.

So here's my weird bit of advice: If you've lost your life's true passion (or if you're struggling desperately to find passion in the first place), don't sweat it. Back off for a while. But don't go idle, either. Just try something different, something you don't care about so much. Why not try following mere curiosity, with its humble, roundabout magic? At the very least, it will keep you pleasantly distracted while life sorts itself out. At the very most, your curiosity may surprise you. Before you even realize what's happening, it may have led you safely all the way home.
*Article found here

Quote

He was a Person who, if he did not exactly love change, had learned to welcome it, to stand in the shifting winds with a continuous alert curiousity about whatever might come next.

I think this is the secret.... of a different sort of youthfullness - Mark Doty

so Love is a choice

I love my life - but there are days I feel irritated and want to know the meaning.
To life and everything - to know when my expiry date is and how much time I have left. You know so that if I'm going to live till I'm 90 then I will keep on going working hard at trying to build up the various parts of my life But if I only have 1 more day - I'm going jump on a plane and fly far away or have an awesome picnic with my family and just lie in the sun and dream and smell and feel the warmth of the sun.

so I have decided to have a bit of both cause no one ever knows when our expiration date is.
I've decided to stop putting off the fun stuff and start planning once a month indulge days - for me and my family.

Because at the end of the day - who is going to say - I wish I had worked harder?