Have you ever pondered over your communication skills? I wonder all the time about mine and I forget the ratio, but isn't around 80% of all communication, non verbal? My skills, by my own admission, well, they're severely lacking. My skills were put to the test this week when I noticed a blind colleague had taken a wrong turn out of the lift and had ended up where she didn't want to be. I jumped up, told her who I was, (we sat near each other for a few weeks in April,) then I asked her if she was supposed to be on my side of the office, which of course she wasn't, so I proceeded to take her by the arm and guide her back over to her side. My skills were atrocious and I had to admit to my colleague, (although I suspect she'd already guessed by this point but was too polite to mention it,) that I was "rubbish at this." Telling a blind person; "let's go this way..." or, "I think you might be over here in this direction," is absolutely no use, whatsoever. Thankfully, L was very patient with me, (she must have thought I was an idiot,) and within a couple of minutes, I had her back at her desk... somehow... despite my shortcomings.
The adventure that I subjected L to, made me think about how we communicate, specifically, how I communicate. Are we crystal clear? Am I guilty of saying one thing, thinking I'm being clear, when actually, the recipient hasn't a clue of the subtext? Do I need to be more direct? (This week, S told me I absolutely do need to be more direct.) I don't want to be blunt to the point of impoliteness, but I need to stop thinking that I know what other people are thinking or how they'll react and I need to speak more freely rather than sugar coating everything. I need to be clear. After a lifetime of pussyfooting around, this is going to be a challenge... I like a challenge.
Sunday, 25 September 2011
Saturday, 24 September 2011
Excited it's Friday?
Should a person really be excited that it's Friday? I can't remember the last time I was excited by the thought of it being Friday but I really was, and I don't even have anything planned for the weekend.
The week itself hasn't been too bad. Each day passed at a moderate pace, I've been running out for coffee around 11am every morning for a liquid lunch, which is a costly and flexi-time consuming habit which I'm trying to break. While each day didn't drag, I haven't felt myself for over a week now.
It took me until Wednesday night to work it out, I finally realised that I have summer to autumn jet leg. I feel tired, cold, a bit like I'm getting a cold, my body is stiff and I'm desperately wishing I could take to my bed and hibernate for the next 3 months. Autumn, and of course,Winter, will not be over in 3 months but, I think it's the week after Christmas... the nights will once again begin draw out again. I'll get over it, I'm just going to need time to adjust again... probably around 3 months... until the nights start to draw out.
So, one day this week, after a particularly bad hair day, I decided to enlist the assistance of some of the many hair defying products in my bathroom, to smooth out the frizz and restore some of my dignity. A few spritzes later and extra blow drying time than the norm with the big round brush, (we're probably talking an extra 3 minutes,) and I got three compliments and at least that in double-takes. Damn it, that means I need to spend 3 minutes longer... more often. By the way, every time I use the word "compliment," I need to double check the spelling. Compliment is an expression of praise were as "complement," means something is completed like a good wine together with a fabulous meal, or Tom Cruise's character with Renee Zellweger's character in Jerry Maguire ... just in case you were wondering. I swear I'll commit this to memory before I die.
The week itself hasn't been too bad. Each day passed at a moderate pace, I've been running out for coffee around 11am every morning for a liquid lunch, which is a costly and flexi-time consuming habit which I'm trying to break. While each day didn't drag, I haven't felt myself for over a week now.
It took me until Wednesday night to work it out, I finally realised that I have summer to autumn jet leg. I feel tired, cold, a bit like I'm getting a cold, my body is stiff and I'm desperately wishing I could take to my bed and hibernate for the next 3 months. Autumn, and of course,Winter, will not be over in 3 months but, I think it's the week after Christmas... the nights will once again begin draw out again. I'll get over it, I'm just going to need time to adjust again... probably around 3 months... until the nights start to draw out.
So, one day this week, after a particularly bad hair day, I decided to enlist the assistance of some of the many hair defying products in my bathroom, to smooth out the frizz and restore some of my dignity. A few spritzes later and extra blow drying time than the norm with the big round brush, (we're probably talking an extra 3 minutes,) and I got three compliments and at least that in double-takes. Damn it, that means I need to spend 3 minutes longer... more often. By the way, every time I use the word "compliment," I need to double check the spelling. Compliment is an expression of praise were as "complement," means something is completed like a good wine together with a fabulous meal, or Tom Cruise's character with Renee Zellweger's character in Jerry Maguire ... just in case you were wondering. I swear I'll commit this to memory before I die.
Sunday, 18 September 2011
Nina-esque... finally
I have had a very lazy morning. Wait, to begin with, last night, I watched for the first time, all the way through; "Moonstruck." Oh my goodness, I can't believe what I've been missing for the past twenty four years. It's warm, funny, touching, romantic, and no wonder Cher won the Oscar. I loved it and yes, I need to find it on DVD, it's a keeper.
So, after being totally awestruck by Moonstruck, it was now 9pm. I was tired and with nothing good on TV, I decided to take myself off to bed, maybe to read. I can't remember the last time I read in bed. I did ponder on a scale of 1 - 10, how pathetic it was to go to bed at 9pm on a Saturday night but only for a minute, with no alternative... bed easily won. I fell straight to sleep and fast. I woke this morning after a very weird dream, and pondered, from my nest, that maybe I shouldn't run this morning. Can't remember the last time I decided I was going to give it a miss and with no injury in sight, well, not one to stop me running anyway.
Instead, I had a lazy morning up until I left for here. I sewed a button onto my teal jacket that's been hanging by a thread for two weeks, (incidentally, did someone make the eyes of needles smaller since the last time I sewed on a button?) Ironed my top, it's made of that perma-crinkled cotton but there are limits darling, I couldn't leave home looking like I'd slept in it, could I?
I think you'd love the outfit. Despite the jeans and the boots, I confess to looking quite feminine today, even if I do say so myself, and most Nina-esque, speaking of which, did you watch the finale of Offspring yet? I finally got to wear the new scarf I bought the last time I was down south. I've been itching to wear it since I brought it home but it didn't go with any of the tops I've been wearing. Anyway, with a chill in the air, I have found a top that goes with the scarf, just as we head into Autumn. The top is beige for want of a better description, lets call it pale gold, it's kind of smocky with lace, capped sleeves and a pin tucked front which makes my chest look enormous. Well, slight exaggeration, not enormous exactly, as you can imagine, but still, bigger some how, which was not the look I was going for. Anyway, add to that; Pandora, a teal and pink bracelet I haven't worn for around 8 years that I stumbled upon, a Swarovski bracelet, wavy hair and teal jacket, and there you go.
I'm suddenly conscious that the end of the year is zooming towards me at break neck speed and yes, I realise that my never ending de-cluttering has been going on now, well... for years but I really need to get my skates on. Everything seems to be annoying me at home and the utopia vision I have in my head, of living in a clutter and excess free home, feels like it needs to become reality, pronto, and not just a fantasy. Could it really happen before the end of the year? Judging by the last 8 years I would hazard a guess at no, but I could fling a heck of a load of stuff between now and the start of 2012. Just how futuristic does that sound? And just so you know... futuristic is only 15 weeks away chick.
So, after being totally awestruck by Moonstruck, it was now 9pm. I was tired and with nothing good on TV, I decided to take myself off to bed, maybe to read. I can't remember the last time I read in bed. I did ponder on a scale of 1 - 10, how pathetic it was to go to bed at 9pm on a Saturday night but only for a minute, with no alternative... bed easily won. I fell straight to sleep and fast. I woke this morning after a very weird dream, and pondered, from my nest, that maybe I shouldn't run this morning. Can't remember the last time I decided I was going to give it a miss and with no injury in sight, well, not one to stop me running anyway.
Instead, I had a lazy morning up until I left for here. I sewed a button onto my teal jacket that's been hanging by a thread for two weeks, (incidentally, did someone make the eyes of needles smaller since the last time I sewed on a button?) Ironed my top, it's made of that perma-crinkled cotton but there are limits darling, I couldn't leave home looking like I'd slept in it, could I?
I think you'd love the outfit. Despite the jeans and the boots, I confess to looking quite feminine today, even if I do say so myself, and most Nina-esque, speaking of which, did you watch the finale of Offspring yet? I finally got to wear the new scarf I bought the last time I was down south. I've been itching to wear it since I brought it home but it didn't go with any of the tops I've been wearing. Anyway, with a chill in the air, I have found a top that goes with the scarf, just as we head into Autumn. The top is beige for want of a better description, lets call it pale gold, it's kind of smocky with lace, capped sleeves and a pin tucked front which makes my chest look enormous. Well, slight exaggeration, not enormous exactly, as you can imagine, but still, bigger some how, which was not the look I was going for. Anyway, add to that; Pandora, a teal and pink bracelet I haven't worn for around 8 years that I stumbled upon, a Swarovski bracelet, wavy hair and teal jacket, and there you go.
I'm suddenly conscious that the end of the year is zooming towards me at break neck speed and yes, I realise that my never ending de-cluttering has been going on now, well... for years but I really need to get my skates on. Everything seems to be annoying me at home and the utopia vision I have in my head, of living in a clutter and excess free home, feels like it needs to become reality, pronto, and not just a fantasy. Could it really happen before the end of the year? Judging by the last 8 years I would hazard a guess at no, but I could fling a heck of a load of stuff between now and the start of 2012. Just how futuristic does that sound? And just so you know... futuristic is only 15 weeks away chick.
Saturday, 17 September 2011
Who?
I love the TV show; "Who do you think you Are?" This week's episode featured Alan Carr and this was by far, my favourite episode of the series. Alan was charming, funny and entertaining as you can imagine. His story was, very much like mine in that he'd failed to get any further back than grandparents prior to filming so, many... many questions sat there, lazily waiting to be answered.
Through the course of the programme, the narrator mentioned that in World War I, over half of the troops were wounded or killed in action and this got me thinking.
My Grandad, on Mum's side is James Williams. He was wounded in France and shipped home to convalesce in hospital for 12 months, at the opposite end of the county to my Nanna, and to live with the physical legacy of the "Great War," for the rest of his life.
He came home. Jimmy, came home. If he'd been killed in action, 12 people so far, would never have been born, and that includes my Mum, and her offspring which, of course, includes yours truly.
Isn't that amazing? My cousin, who's like a sister and close friend all rolled into one, well, she would have had a sister-in-law and almost, a daughter in law, and that's it in that department, no me, none of my sisters.
There have been many times when I've had an, "It's a Wonderful Life," moment and wondered what if I'd never arrived, but this, simple statistic, really made me think. Going to war was and remains, some, warped game of roulette. Red. Black. Live. Die. What will be, I guess, will be. It's meant to be.
I hope that I never stop being amazed, I love life, and it's twists and turns... they never fail to amaze me.
Through the course of the programme, the narrator mentioned that in World War I, over half of the troops were wounded or killed in action and this got me thinking.
My Grandad, on Mum's side is James Williams. He was wounded in France and shipped home to convalesce in hospital for 12 months, at the opposite end of the county to my Nanna, and to live with the physical legacy of the "Great War," for the rest of his life.
He came home. Jimmy, came home. If he'd been killed in action, 12 people so far, would never have been born, and that includes my Mum, and her offspring which, of course, includes yours truly.
Isn't that amazing? My cousin, who's like a sister and close friend all rolled into one, well, she would have had a sister-in-law and almost, a daughter in law, and that's it in that department, no me, none of my sisters.
There have been many times when I've had an, "It's a Wonderful Life," moment and wondered what if I'd never arrived, but this, simple statistic, really made me think. Going to war was and remains, some, warped game of roulette. Red. Black. Live. Die. What will be, I guess, will be. It's meant to be.
I hope that I never stop being amazed, I love life, and it's twists and turns... they never fail to amaze me.
Signs from the Stars
A friend in work is as interested in astrology as I am, and this week, she decided to lend me; "Collins Need to Know Zodiac Types." I know that a lot of people think astrology is hooey but when I read something and I know that it's true, well, it amazes me because I don't understand it. How can being born on a particular date determine that you have pre-destined traits, and or, looks? Doesn't that really scramble your brain?
Here are a few examples;
Capricorn
Key Words;
Realism & practicality
Planning & persistence
Status & quality
Authority & discipline
Wealth & investment
Loyalty & wisdom
Love & marriage
Famous for being; stable, reliable, calm and utterly dependable.
Sounding familiar yet?
Positive Characteristics;
totally realistic, gives excellent advice, dignified, strategically brilliant, self disciplined, natural leader.
I couldn't have described you more accurately, if I'd tried.
Physical Traits;
small and trim figure
slender neck
very white teeth
shapely legs and small feet
I told my friend that I'd avidly read me, Leo, as a "control" to see how accurate it was but as she pointed out, being a cusp baby, (born at the end of Leo,) I should read Virgo too. I think this is interesting.
Key Words;
Leo
Pleasure & playfulness
Creativity & recognition
Performance & appreciation
Generosity & loyalty
Risk & luck
Entertainment & hospitality
Romance & sex appeal (well, it can't be accurate 100% of the time)
and for Virgo;
Altruism & honesty
Self Improvement
Health & hygiene (this explains a lot as I have a bit of OCD when it comes to hand washing and touching door handles.)
Efficiency & reliability
Service & modesty
Veiled strength & sensuality
Logic & decisiveness, (logic maybe... decisive.....)
Characteristics for Virgo;
Excellent eye for detail, (I do, even if I do say so myself and J relies on this for the jewellery)
Superhuman organisational abilities, (check, I was a pretty good team leader.)
Dedicated
Modest
Meticulous & hardworking
Sympathetic & supportive
Humanitarian
Characteristics for Leo;
Honest & extremely loyal
Lively & cheerful
Accept people for what they are
Dignified
Responsible
Immensely courageous
Unparalleled generosity
Loving
Leo physical traits;
Exudes dignity and class (not sure about that)
Has distinctive or eye-catching hair (well, you know... there is quite a bit of it.)
Walks with head held high (I do)
Usually tall, slim and well proportioned
Dresses to impress
Oval face
Personality;
Trusting and loyal
Loves excitement and travel (travel... definitely)
Is polite and friendly to strangers (well, you never know if they're going to become friends, do you?)
Loves power and wealth (doesn't everyone?)
Instictivly generous
Constantly, but subtly, flirtatious (I couldn't possibly comment)
So, what do you think? Did I, astrology or the book blow your mind? Can't wait to hear what you think.
Here are a few examples;
Capricorn
Key Words;
Realism & practicality
Planning & persistence
Status & quality
Authority & discipline
Wealth & investment
Loyalty & wisdom
Love & marriage
Famous for being; stable, reliable, calm and utterly dependable.
Sounding familiar yet?
Positive Characteristics;
totally realistic, gives excellent advice, dignified, strategically brilliant, self disciplined, natural leader.
I couldn't have described you more accurately, if I'd tried.
Physical Traits;
small and trim figure
slender neck
very white teeth
shapely legs and small feet
I told my friend that I'd avidly read me, Leo, as a "control" to see how accurate it was but as she pointed out, being a cusp baby, (born at the end of Leo,) I should read Virgo too. I think this is interesting.
Key Words;
Leo
Pleasure & playfulness
Creativity & recognition
Performance & appreciation
Generosity & loyalty
Risk & luck
Entertainment & hospitality
Romance & sex appeal (well, it can't be accurate 100% of the time)
and for Virgo;
Altruism & honesty
Self Improvement
Health & hygiene (this explains a lot as I have a bit of OCD when it comes to hand washing and touching door handles.)
Efficiency & reliability
Service & modesty
Veiled strength & sensuality
Logic & decisiveness, (logic maybe... decisive.....)
Characteristics for Virgo;
Excellent eye for detail, (I do, even if I do say so myself and J relies on this for the jewellery)
Superhuman organisational abilities, (check, I was a pretty good team leader.)
Dedicated
Modest
Meticulous & hardworking
Sympathetic & supportive
Humanitarian
Characteristics for Leo;
Honest & extremely loyal
Lively & cheerful
Accept people for what they are
Dignified
Responsible
Immensely courageous
Unparalleled generosity
Loving
Leo physical traits;
Exudes dignity and class (not sure about that)
Has distinctive or eye-catching hair (well, you know... there is quite a bit of it.)
Walks with head held high (I do)
Usually tall, slim and well proportioned
Dresses to impress
Oval face
Personality;
Trusting and loyal
Loves excitement and travel (travel... definitely)
Is polite and friendly to strangers (well, you never know if they're going to become friends, do you?)
Loves power and wealth (doesn't everyone?)
Instictivly generous
Constantly, but subtly, flirtatious (I couldn't possibly comment)
So, what do you think? Did I, astrology or the book blow your mind? Can't wait to hear what you think.
Friday, 16 September 2011
No, just very windy
So, I was a little sceptical about the much trumpeted arrival, of the tail end of Hurricane Katya but, for once, they weren't exaggerating. No idea how Ireland and Scotland fared but I can tell you, Monday morning, on my usually windy walk to work road, (even on a windless day, it's windy,) my 20 minute walk from the car was ridiculous. I literally had to pause between strides to steady myself, make sure I had pavement underfoot and.... take to a breath.
I was blown back to the car on Monday afternoon and we had a repeat performance on Tuesday, by Wednesday, thankfully, the wind had subsided.
Work has been tedious at best this week and has sucked the very soul out of me. I booked today, Friday off, months ago, it could not have been more perfectly timed nor was I ever more grateful for forethought.
My "inner voice," the one I've been ignoring for years but occasionally I think, hmm, should have listened this time, well, it's been speaking a little louder of late and seems to be sending me test signals to see if I'm actually listening. A little angel snapped off my car radio aerial on Monday, the road I park on is pretty rough and there are always car casualties so this was nothing. So, with only a fuzzy radio at best to entertain me on my almost hour long drive, it leaves more time for thinking. Maybe a good thing.
On yesterday's drive home, I was contemplating what I should have done with my life so far. The twists, the turns, the education, the pathways...yep, a little light thinking while concentrating on the drive, and after weighing up the would haves and the should haves, the one conclusion I came to is that if my life had taken a different turn, I would have missed out on the majority of my closest friends. I concluded that, for whatever reward or destination, you were not something I would have given up... for anything. There is nothing that could have replaced or compensated for what I have now.
Anyway, last night, I was watching an episode of SATC, Carrie is departing for Paris for who knows how long and whilst at her farewell dinner, she collectively asks Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte, "what if I had never met you?"
Speaking of closest friends, D finally checked in with me after several text messages from me over three weeks. We had a three way conversation with her fresh-out-of-the-bath, beautiful but noisy boys in the background. To be honest, I mostly listened but it was great to hear from her and I'm calling in for coffee and a long overdue catch up on my way home on Wednesday. I can't wait.
I was blown back to the car on Monday afternoon and we had a repeat performance on Tuesday, by Wednesday, thankfully, the wind had subsided.
Work has been tedious at best this week and has sucked the very soul out of me. I booked today, Friday off, months ago, it could not have been more perfectly timed nor was I ever more grateful for forethought.
My "inner voice," the one I've been ignoring for years but occasionally I think, hmm, should have listened this time, well, it's been speaking a little louder of late and seems to be sending me test signals to see if I'm actually listening. A little angel snapped off my car radio aerial on Monday, the road I park on is pretty rough and there are always car casualties so this was nothing. So, with only a fuzzy radio at best to entertain me on my almost hour long drive, it leaves more time for thinking. Maybe a good thing.
On yesterday's drive home, I was contemplating what I should have done with my life so far. The twists, the turns, the education, the pathways...yep, a little light thinking while concentrating on the drive, and after weighing up the would haves and the should haves, the one conclusion I came to is that if my life had taken a different turn, I would have missed out on the majority of my closest friends. I concluded that, for whatever reward or destination, you were not something I would have given up... for anything. There is nothing that could have replaced or compensated for what I have now.
Anyway, last night, I was watching an episode of SATC, Carrie is departing for Paris for who knows how long and whilst at her farewell dinner, she collectively asks Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte, "what if I had never met you?"
Speaking of closest friends, D finally checked in with me after several text messages from me over three weeks. We had a three way conversation with her fresh-out-of-the-bath, beautiful but noisy boys in the background. To be honest, I mostly listened but it was great to hear from her and I'm calling in for coffee and a long overdue catch up on my way home on Wednesday. I can't wait.
Sunday, 11 September 2011
September 11th
I was a sweaty mess when we spoke this morning. I'd literally just finished my workout so, perfect timing madam. I'm now sitting her in a luminous glow, can you tell? Yesterday, I was gifted a weeks supply of Clarins Vital Light Serum so I'm giving it a try. Apparently, it takes a month to see any improvement but it's pricey stuff so I am more than happy to see how far my weeks supply lasts me.
Hair is looking good, even if I do say so myself. Frizz Ease Curl Around Daily Shampoo has done a wonderful job of calming my frizzy head after only two washes. It does actually do what it says on the packaging and my head looks much calmer, smoother and sophisticated.
I didn't tell you about my looky likey mac did I? I returned to work braced for autumn, in my black mac with cream piping. As it happened, Kylie and Pippa Middleton were both photographed sporting an almost identical mac in the same week. The number of people who pointed this out to me and asked, was it the same mac, was ridiculous, even senior, male managers! (I think they must have a thing for Kylie and or Pippa M.) Anyway, instead of nodding and smiling enigmatically, I addmitted that mine was years old and had been purchased in a Gap sale. I'll never learn will I?
I've been turning to "bad" foods over the past week and have indulged in a fair amount of comfort eating, but I'm having a final blow out today, (cheese on toast,) then back to the healthy eating from tomorrow. I feel so much more sluggish at the moment and out of condition, I need to get back on track and hopefully that will happen over the coming week.
It's the 10th anniversary of 9/11 today and everyone has their own memories or that awful day. Everyone old enough remembers where they were when they heard the news, the first time you saw that dreadful sight of the plane hitting the tower, and forever in my brain, are images I wish I had never seen.
I don't know how much different the world we live in today is from 10 years ago, except perhaps that we are more suspicious. Hopefully, we don't take each day for granted and we appreciate our loved ones and ourselves more. The story of one man's desire to commit such an atrocity, is far outweighed by the thousands of stories of love and bravery born out of that one day. Light has always overcome darkness, and it always will.
Hair is looking good, even if I do say so myself. Frizz Ease Curl Around Daily Shampoo has done a wonderful job of calming my frizzy head after only two washes. It does actually do what it says on the packaging and my head looks much calmer, smoother and sophisticated.
I didn't tell you about my looky likey mac did I? I returned to work braced for autumn, in my black mac with cream piping. As it happened, Kylie and Pippa Middleton were both photographed sporting an almost identical mac in the same week. The number of people who pointed this out to me and asked, was it the same mac, was ridiculous, even senior, male managers! (I think they must have a thing for Kylie and or Pippa M.) Anyway, instead of nodding and smiling enigmatically, I addmitted that mine was years old and had been purchased in a Gap sale. I'll never learn will I?
I've been turning to "bad" foods over the past week and have indulged in a fair amount of comfort eating, but I'm having a final blow out today, (cheese on toast,) then back to the healthy eating from tomorrow. I feel so much more sluggish at the moment and out of condition, I need to get back on track and hopefully that will happen over the coming week.
It's the 10th anniversary of 9/11 today and everyone has their own memories or that awful day. Everyone old enough remembers where they were when they heard the news, the first time you saw that dreadful sight of the plane hitting the tower, and forever in my brain, are images I wish I had never seen.
I don't know how much different the world we live in today is from 10 years ago, except perhaps that we are more suspicious. Hopefully, we don't take each day for granted and we appreciate our loved ones and ourselves more. The story of one man's desire to commit such an atrocity, is far outweighed by the thousands of stories of love and bravery born out of that one day. Light has always overcome darkness, and it always will.
Saturday, 10 September 2011
Wind of Change?
I'm here in Starbucks today, thank heavens. I feel like normal is back, however, despite being a dull day, there is a strong, but warm wind blowing. It wasn't this warm in Summer, what's going on?
I feel a lot more human this morning. I purposely set my alarm and got up early to work out, just for half an hour but after slacking off for 3 weeks between this week's lurgy and the nagging hip thing, I was starting to get that, "can't be bothered" feeling, and so I thought it was time to take action. Yes, bits of me hurt, yes I was stiff afterwards but I enjoyed it and was glad I made the effort, must be those endorphins kicking in... or I'm brainwashing myself.
Yesterday, I decided to dig out a book I'd bought years ago. I did wonder if it had made it's way to the Oxfam book shop but no, there it was on my shelf. Having always been somewhat socially awkward, I invested in; "How to Talk to Anyone." I think I purchased it just before I went to LA on holiday alone and was having a panic. As it was, I was stuck on a row of two flying out next to a woman who barley lifted her head out of her book and gave me a look of disdain every time I offered her a Murray Mint.
The pages are now a yellowish brown but the spine looks unbroken. I have read it, I just take care of my things and don't like creases. Anyway, as I was saying, pages are discoloured and I'm... still awkward, although, I'm sure that's down to me rather than any shortcomings by the author. It does contain gems like this, and I'm paraphrasing here; "what's a good opening line?" The answer apparently is; "anything! As long as it puts people at ease and sounds passionate." Glad that's sorted then. I'll be stacking it back on my shelf later to let the pages turn a little browner.
I looked into the mirror this morning as I aimed the hairdryer at my head. It didn't look like me. Yes, hair was wet, yes, it's a dull day, but my hair looked so dark. I mean, brunette dark. Do I need a makeover? Do I need blond? I don't feel blond, but I need something.
I feel a lot more human this morning. I purposely set my alarm and got up early to work out, just for half an hour but after slacking off for 3 weeks between this week's lurgy and the nagging hip thing, I was starting to get that, "can't be bothered" feeling, and so I thought it was time to take action. Yes, bits of me hurt, yes I was stiff afterwards but I enjoyed it and was glad I made the effort, must be those endorphins kicking in... or I'm brainwashing myself.
Yesterday, I decided to dig out a book I'd bought years ago. I did wonder if it had made it's way to the Oxfam book shop but no, there it was on my shelf. Having always been somewhat socially awkward, I invested in; "How to Talk to Anyone." I think I purchased it just before I went to LA on holiday alone and was having a panic. As it was, I was stuck on a row of two flying out next to a woman who barley lifted her head out of her book and gave me a look of disdain every time I offered her a Murray Mint.
The pages are now a yellowish brown but the spine looks unbroken. I have read it, I just take care of my things and don't like creases. Anyway, as I was saying, pages are discoloured and I'm... still awkward, although, I'm sure that's down to me rather than any shortcomings by the author. It does contain gems like this, and I'm paraphrasing here; "what's a good opening line?" The answer apparently is; "anything! As long as it puts people at ease and sounds passionate." Glad that's sorted then. I'll be stacking it back on my shelf later to let the pages turn a little browner.
I looked into the mirror this morning as I aimed the hairdryer at my head. It didn't look like me. Yes, hair was wet, yes, it's a dull day, but my hair looked so dark. I mean, brunette dark. Do I need a makeover? Do I need blond? I don't feel blond, but I need something.
Friday, 9 September 2011
Time
It's around 10 years since one of my best friend's first grandchild arrived. I still, vividly remember the early morning, stunned phone call, the journey to pick up the branch keys needed to open up that morning and the incredulous look on the faces of everyone waiting for me to arrive with the keys. What the heck was going on? All was fine on the day and here we are now, 10 years on, with the bonds of friendship stronger than ever. Family, you are born into, friendships take work, build strength over time and somehow, seem more difficult to allow to fall apart.
It's now Wednesday. Tuesday was a wild day weather wise. I spent the whole of the day feeling chilled in work but hot at the same time. By 5pm, the legs felt like lead so I took myself off to bed and dozed between texts from my cousin who's away for the week and my friend C, it was nice.
My alarm clocks, both... yes, I have two, went off, half heatedly and the snooze didn't really work properly, maybe that was deliberate by the powers that be. Still frozen and soaked with sweat, I got up to test out the legs and see if all I needed was a long shower. They still felt like I'd run a marathon so returned to bed. Arms now feel like they have weights attached.
I phoned work around 8 to say I wouldn't be in. I haven't had a day off sick in almost 3 years and now is not the time to start with the threat of redundancies looming in the not so distant future.
So... I'm bored and a bit annoyed with myself. I've already emailed you, two friends and my cousin who has the new baby. Currently have "SATC" the film on again, soon to be followed by "While You Were Sleeping." Contemplating sitting here with a face pack and I've already consumed more coffee than it's probably wise for any human. It's decaff but still, I've just poured a large glass of sparkling water and added a slice of lemon to tempt me over from the dark side... not sure it's going to work though.
This is my horoscope for today from the Astrotwins at Elle;
Wednesday Sep 07, 2011
The need to blow off some emotional steam overpowers you today, Leo, and you may find yourself reaching out to your old friends, Ben and Jerry—or a certain Mr. Jack Daniels. That will numb the pain in the short run, but these fellows are not going to bring you lasting relief. You may not want to hear it, but the best way to release this pent-up emotion is with rigorous physical activity. Hit the gym, the track, punch some bags—or whip your entire office into shape. You’ll feel good afterward—and will have genuine accomplishments to show for it.
All true, sadly I don't have Ben, Jerry or Mr D in at present, nor do I have the energy for a big workout or anything other than a bit of typing... where does that leave me? Frustrated.
I got an early night and had another marathon sleep session. I thought yesterday, the sweating had subsided but rather than cold sweats, I'm now just sweaty. Lovely.
So it's Thursday. I'm still bored but don't have much energy so it's working out fine. I feel achy still but now I don't know if it's from too much sleep and too much sitting around?
Thursday night, it was more difficult to get to sleep so I must be getting better. I toyed with the idea of going into work, but with my lead like legs being the main problem now and a good drive and 15 minute walk to even get to work, I decided to take the extra day off and get back to normal for Monday.
Friday morning, I couldn't wait to strip my bed and put myself in the shower, I was shattered after that. I watched the opening ceremony of the Rugby World Cup, NZ did itself proud and I watched some of the opening match, NZ v Tonga.
Rugby is such a raw and red blooded sport, you can practically see testosterone oozing out of the screen. The commentator said NZ made it look easy, and they did, watching them, I thought I would be able to play, but of course, I would snap.
It was a walkover for NZ who won 41 / 10, with Tonga only getting into double figures in the last few minutes of the game. Such a shame when one of the NZ players almost had his top torn off. So as not to look shabby, the player changed his top on the sidelines and the crowd showed their appreciation for his sportsman like behaviour. Top was so tight, it had to be prized on with the aid of a medic, (not sure if medic was a man or a woman.) Can I just say that if any medics are taken ill... I'm available. I'm not complaining but do the tops not come in a bigger size or are they snug to cut down on wind resistance or so the opponents can't grab hold of excess material? Just curious.
I had to go out for milk and bought a couple of magazines to compensate for my self imposed exile, I was only out for 30 minutes but was happy to get home, so glad that I didn't go to work after all.
Last night, I heard the sad news that my sisters, father's, last surviving sibling had passed away. Out of 7, he was the only one remaining. I had never had the pleasure of meeting him but I had met his wife and recently met one of his son's. The girls' Dad passed away some 50+ years ago, he was the youngest and died at 36. I imagine a wonderful reunion was waiting for him.
It's now Wednesday. Tuesday was a wild day weather wise. I spent the whole of the day feeling chilled in work but hot at the same time. By 5pm, the legs felt like lead so I took myself off to bed and dozed between texts from my cousin who's away for the week and my friend C, it was nice.
My alarm clocks, both... yes, I have two, went off, half heatedly and the snooze didn't really work properly, maybe that was deliberate by the powers that be. Still frozen and soaked with sweat, I got up to test out the legs and see if all I needed was a long shower. They still felt like I'd run a marathon so returned to bed. Arms now feel like they have weights attached.
I phoned work around 8 to say I wouldn't be in. I haven't had a day off sick in almost 3 years and now is not the time to start with the threat of redundancies looming in the not so distant future.
So... I'm bored and a bit annoyed with myself. I've already emailed you, two friends and my cousin who has the new baby. Currently have "SATC" the film on again, soon to be followed by "While You Were Sleeping." Contemplating sitting here with a face pack and I've already consumed more coffee than it's probably wise for any human. It's decaff but still, I've just poured a large glass of sparkling water and added a slice of lemon to tempt me over from the dark side... not sure it's going to work though.
This is my horoscope for today from the Astrotwins at Elle;
Wednesday Sep 07, 2011
The need to blow off some emotional steam overpowers you today, Leo, and you may find yourself reaching out to your old friends, Ben and Jerry—or a certain Mr. Jack Daniels. That will numb the pain in the short run, but these fellows are not going to bring you lasting relief. You may not want to hear it, but the best way to release this pent-up emotion is with rigorous physical activity. Hit the gym, the track, punch some bags—or whip your entire office into shape. You’ll feel good afterward—and will have genuine accomplishments to show for it.
All true, sadly I don't have Ben, Jerry or Mr D in at present, nor do I have the energy for a big workout or anything other than a bit of typing... where does that leave me? Frustrated.
I got an early night and had another marathon sleep session. I thought yesterday, the sweating had subsided but rather than cold sweats, I'm now just sweaty. Lovely.
So it's Thursday. I'm still bored but don't have much energy so it's working out fine. I feel achy still but now I don't know if it's from too much sleep and too much sitting around?
Thursday night, it was more difficult to get to sleep so I must be getting better. I toyed with the idea of going into work, but with my lead like legs being the main problem now and a good drive and 15 minute walk to even get to work, I decided to take the extra day off and get back to normal for Monday.
Friday morning, I couldn't wait to strip my bed and put myself in the shower, I was shattered after that. I watched the opening ceremony of the Rugby World Cup, NZ did itself proud and I watched some of the opening match, NZ v Tonga.
Rugby is such a raw and red blooded sport, you can practically see testosterone oozing out of the screen. The commentator said NZ made it look easy, and they did, watching them, I thought I would be able to play, but of course, I would snap.
It was a walkover for NZ who won 41 / 10, with Tonga only getting into double figures in the last few minutes of the game. Such a shame when one of the NZ players almost had his top torn off. So as not to look shabby, the player changed his top on the sidelines and the crowd showed their appreciation for his sportsman like behaviour. Top was so tight, it had to be prized on with the aid of a medic, (not sure if medic was a man or a woman.) Can I just say that if any medics are taken ill... I'm available. I'm not complaining but do the tops not come in a bigger size or are they snug to cut down on wind resistance or so the opponents can't grab hold of excess material? Just curious.
I had to go out for milk and bought a couple of magazines to compensate for my self imposed exile, I was only out for 30 minutes but was happy to get home, so glad that I didn't go to work after all.
Last night, I heard the sad news that my sisters, father's, last surviving sibling had passed away. Out of 7, he was the only one remaining. I had never had the pleasure of meeting him but I had met his wife and recently met one of his son's. The girls' Dad passed away some 50+ years ago, he was the youngest and died at 36. I imagine a wonderful reunion was waiting for him.
Sunday, 4 September 2011
The Trials of Being a Woman
So, we're not quite out of short sleeved top territory yet, which means that we have to keep up with our underarm area and making sure that we're smooth to the touch, even if it's only us that's doing the touching. I've been getting waxed... everywhere... for around 20 years now, probably longer and for over 12 years by the same beautician. I love the finish you get with waxing but the prices have crept up so much, you wouldn't believe. I don't like to shave, I've tried wax strips which aren't bad but they're pricey too, not to mention tricky, to say the least, in certain areas.
For this reason, I decided it would be economical to buy an epilator. I know what you're thinking, I've heard and googled the horror stories too but some waxing can be brutal. Can it really be worse than that? Really?
Everyone is of course different and has different sensitivity, different pain thresholds, but, as far as I'm concerned, it was absolutely fine.
Underarms, practically painless, and an absolute doddle, ditto for legs. Bikini line, absolutely no worse than waxing. Extra care is of course needed, as is a bit of practice, but really... what's all the fuss about? Would highly recommend.
You do however need a degree to read the instructions. I have a really bad habit of skimming instructions... for anything. I tend to give them a polite glance, then see if I can get new... whatever, to work by me "sensing" what do to. You may laugh but it worked fine with the TV, and the iPod. Then... if appliance does not work, I'll reluctantly read the instructions.
Having said that, and having read through some of the horror stories, I decided that to avoid physical injury, I should probably give the instructions more than a glance. My one criticism is that Mr Phillips needs to re-devise his instruction leaflet, (think, one of those fold up, concertina road maps that you're trying to unravel in the front of a really small car that turns out to be the size of a continental quilt,) and secondly, why not put the picture of "Fig 13" next to the instruction... would that be so difficult?
Anyway, the finish is good, we'll see how long it lasts but so far... I'm impressed.
For this reason, I decided it would be economical to buy an epilator. I know what you're thinking, I've heard and googled the horror stories too but some waxing can be brutal. Can it really be worse than that? Really?
Everyone is of course different and has different sensitivity, different pain thresholds, but, as far as I'm concerned, it was absolutely fine.
Underarms, practically painless, and an absolute doddle, ditto for legs. Bikini line, absolutely no worse than waxing. Extra care is of course needed, as is a bit of practice, but really... what's all the fuss about? Would highly recommend.
You do however need a degree to read the instructions. I have a really bad habit of skimming instructions... for anything. I tend to give them a polite glance, then see if I can get new... whatever, to work by me "sensing" what do to. You may laugh but it worked fine with the TV, and the iPod. Then... if appliance does not work, I'll reluctantly read the instructions.
Having said that, and having read through some of the horror stories, I decided that to avoid physical injury, I should probably give the instructions more than a glance. My one criticism is that Mr Phillips needs to re-devise his instruction leaflet, (think, one of those fold up, concertina road maps that you're trying to unravel in the front of a really small car that turns out to be the size of a continental quilt,) and secondly, why not put the picture of "Fig 13" next to the instruction... would that be so difficult?
Anyway, the finish is good, we'll see how long it lasts but so far... I'm impressed.
Sunday Sunshine
So, it's Sunday, and I actually feel quite human this morning, probably the first time in at least a week. I got a reasonably early night and caught up again, on sleep. No workout again. I do feel guilty but the hip is nagging, I'll soon bounce back.
I've had a leisurely morning, a lovely chat with you, and the sun is shining. I'm sitting in my window, in my jeans, boots, (you know the ones ;) cotton top with frilly/ruffled, cap sleeves, Pandora, a little sparkle and Jo Malone essential... Amber and Lavender. An elderly, tall gentleman is wearing his grey suit, grey trilby, grey socks and sandals? Anyway... he's sitting outside in the look-warm sunshine, with his espresso. Mr Regular has just arrived and stopped for a chat, he was out last night and asked if I ever go out in Chester. I'm trying to remember the name of the club we went to for A's hen night. Whatever it's called, it was lovely anyway! It does seem ages ago which of course, it wasn't really. I can't even remember what I wore and I wasn't even drinking! Gosh, my memory is bad.
Listened to "Steve Wright's Sunday Love Song's" on the way here and he played David Soul's; "Don't Give Up On Us." I haven't heard this for years and it really takes me back... I think I was around 6 when this was out, and don't tell anyone but I think I actually have he album somewhere too.
After this morning's conversation... I now have a vision of the two of us in NYC my dear. Maybe we should do that sometime... when the kids are older, but until then, we'll have to fake it. You'd better learn how to make a Cosmopolitan by the time I'm next over there with you again.
Thanks for the advice on the boots situation. You are... as always... absolutely right. Buckles would add width to my calves, you do have short legs ;) and the long, tan boots would look good and yes... I do need to start wearing skirts, I guess. I keep remembering this gorgeous skirt from Warehouse that I had years ago... and I'm pretty sure I gave it away years ago because I thought I'd never get near it again. I would have, and it would have gone great with those boots!
Okay, I'll add boots and skirt to my shopping list and may even send you a pic of the ensemble I come up with.
I've had a leisurely morning, a lovely chat with you, and the sun is shining. I'm sitting in my window, in my jeans, boots, (you know the ones ;) cotton top with frilly/ruffled, cap sleeves, Pandora, a little sparkle and Jo Malone essential... Amber and Lavender. An elderly, tall gentleman is wearing his grey suit, grey trilby, grey socks and sandals? Anyway... he's sitting outside in the look-warm sunshine, with his espresso. Mr Regular has just arrived and stopped for a chat, he was out last night and asked if I ever go out in Chester. I'm trying to remember the name of the club we went to for A's hen night. Whatever it's called, it was lovely anyway! It does seem ages ago which of course, it wasn't really. I can't even remember what I wore and I wasn't even drinking! Gosh, my memory is bad.
Listened to "Steve Wright's Sunday Love Song's" on the way here and he played David Soul's; "Don't Give Up On Us." I haven't heard this for years and it really takes me back... I think I was around 6 when this was out, and don't tell anyone but I think I actually have he album somewhere too.
After this morning's conversation... I now have a vision of the two of us in NYC my dear. Maybe we should do that sometime... when the kids are older, but until then, we'll have to fake it. You'd better learn how to make a Cosmopolitan by the time I'm next over there with you again.
Thanks for the advice on the boots situation. You are... as always... absolutely right. Buckles would add width to my calves, you do have short legs ;) and the long, tan boots would look good and yes... I do need to start wearing skirts, I guess. I keep remembering this gorgeous skirt from Warehouse that I had years ago... and I'm pretty sure I gave it away years ago because I thought I'd never get near it again. I would have, and it would have gone great with those boots!
Okay, I'll add boots and skirt to my shopping list and may even send you a pic of the ensemble I come up with.
Return to... normality?
I had a horrible night's sleep on Wednesday evening. I went to bed later than I should have and woke after only racking up 2 - 3 hours, I couldn't drop off again and felt positively ill when I finally got up around 3am.
It's now dark again when I leave home for the drive in but work itself was okay, only it felt like the longest day in the world. By home time, there was a lot of warmth in the sun, enough to give me a slightly pink driving arm by the end of the journey.
The leaves are already turning orange and golden and falling into the fluttering, crunchy carpet we've come to expect with Autumn, it may herald the start of long dark nights and cool temps, but you've got to admit... it does look pretty.
Thursday evening seemed long too, and weird, I had appliances turn themselves on, on their own, (sat nav for one... not plugged in to anything,) and I did my best to not go to bed from 6pm, although I easily could have... and slept.
Friday, I did my bit and returned to give blood. I was treated like a VIP without me even mentioning my last visit but one of the nurses recognised me and I seemed to be given all the most experienced nurses for the task. All went off without a hitch, left with three plasters over 3 punctures but arms are sore... finger too and the arms at least feel like they'll bruise, but I could be wrong.
Friday night, I finally slept soundly, although still feel like I'm playing catch-up in that department. Back/hip is worse than ever so did not work out this morning, couldn't have, even if I'd been able to drag myself out of bed in time to fit one in.
I watched the latest "Who Do You Think You Are?" yesterday. It was the turn of Larry Lamb, Gavin's Dad from "Gavin & Stacey." He seems like a lovely man, he was genuinely interested in finding out about his past and he was thrilled and moved with every twist and turn. It was a very touching story.
His maternal Grandmother had given up his Mother, for adoption when she was a baby as she was unable to afford to keep her. His Mum, now 84 years old, while blessed with wonderful adoptive parents, had spent her life wondering what had become of her Mother. Larry admitted that he felt like half of him was missing by not knowing what became of his maternal Grandmother and Grandfather. I can relate to this but only from the viewpoint that I didn't know mine. My Nanna and Grandad were long gone before I arrived, but, I miss them. My sisters and cousin don't remember Nanna as a warm individual but from what I've heard, I kind of like her as a person, she had it tough. And my Grandad, well, my Mum I believe, was one of his favourites, and I can't help thinking he would have had a twinkle in his eye for me too.
So, back to the story. Larry's Grandfather was a member of a carnival family. So, while Larry thought he was the first of his family to become and entertainer... he absolutely was not. His Mum also had a yearning to keep moving and not settle... funny huh? Grandad served in World War I but no records appear from him thereafter. Larry's Grandmother converted to Judaism, remarried, emigrated to Los Angeles, and had a son. She was widowed and around aged 60, she married for a third and final time.
Larry met up with his Grandmother's son... his uncle, who was 72 years of age and had gone through life believing he was an only child... as had his Mum. Larry called his Mum and put her on the phone to her brother and a wonderful conversation ensued. Larry promised they would meet.
Larry said that at the start of the journey, he was looking at it as; "their journey." He finally came to realise that he too was part of that journey... of that story. We all are, whether we met or not, whatever side of the world we live on, we are linked like the patches of a quilt. We may not touch, but we're all part of the whole story, and every story... is amazing.
It's now dark again when I leave home for the drive in but work itself was okay, only it felt like the longest day in the world. By home time, there was a lot of warmth in the sun, enough to give me a slightly pink driving arm by the end of the journey.
The leaves are already turning orange and golden and falling into the fluttering, crunchy carpet we've come to expect with Autumn, it may herald the start of long dark nights and cool temps, but you've got to admit... it does look pretty.
Thursday evening seemed long too, and weird, I had appliances turn themselves on, on their own, (sat nav for one... not plugged in to anything,) and I did my best to not go to bed from 6pm, although I easily could have... and slept.
Friday, I did my bit and returned to give blood. I was treated like a VIP without me even mentioning my last visit but one of the nurses recognised me and I seemed to be given all the most experienced nurses for the task. All went off without a hitch, left with three plasters over 3 punctures but arms are sore... finger too and the arms at least feel like they'll bruise, but I could be wrong.
Friday night, I finally slept soundly, although still feel like I'm playing catch-up in that department. Back/hip is worse than ever so did not work out this morning, couldn't have, even if I'd been able to drag myself out of bed in time to fit one in.
I watched the latest "Who Do You Think You Are?" yesterday. It was the turn of Larry Lamb, Gavin's Dad from "Gavin & Stacey." He seems like a lovely man, he was genuinely interested in finding out about his past and he was thrilled and moved with every twist and turn. It was a very touching story.
His maternal Grandmother had given up his Mother, for adoption when she was a baby as she was unable to afford to keep her. His Mum, now 84 years old, while blessed with wonderful adoptive parents, had spent her life wondering what had become of her Mother. Larry admitted that he felt like half of him was missing by not knowing what became of his maternal Grandmother and Grandfather. I can relate to this but only from the viewpoint that I didn't know mine. My Nanna and Grandad were long gone before I arrived, but, I miss them. My sisters and cousin don't remember Nanna as a warm individual but from what I've heard, I kind of like her as a person, she had it tough. And my Grandad, well, my Mum I believe, was one of his favourites, and I can't help thinking he would have had a twinkle in his eye for me too.
So, back to the story. Larry's Grandfather was a member of a carnival family. So, while Larry thought he was the first of his family to become and entertainer... he absolutely was not. His Mum also had a yearning to keep moving and not settle... funny huh? Grandad served in World War I but no records appear from him thereafter. Larry's Grandmother converted to Judaism, remarried, emigrated to Los Angeles, and had a son. She was widowed and around aged 60, she married for a third and final time.
Larry met up with his Grandmother's son... his uncle, who was 72 years of age and had gone through life believing he was an only child... as had his Mum. Larry called his Mum and put her on the phone to her brother and a wonderful conversation ensued. Larry promised they would meet.
Larry said that at the start of the journey, he was looking at it as; "their journey." He finally came to realise that he too was part of that journey... of that story. We all are, whether we met or not, whatever side of the world we live on, we are linked like the patches of a quilt. We may not touch, but we're all part of the whole story, and every story... is amazing.
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