So how is the year treating you so far? Personally, not that it's been terrible, and I know that your birthday and Don's birthday, and one of my sister's birthday's is in January, but other than that, I really don't like January and I'll be glad to show it the door. January, over hear anyway, and as you know, is so cold and dark. Spring seems like a lifetime away and I'm convinced that despite the Vitamin D supplement I've been taking, I'm starting to get a tinge of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Or, maybe I just don't like January, with the exception of three birthday's.
It's not all bad. The nights are finally drawing out so that means that even though it's pitch dark when I leave home for work, I now have about ten minutes when I get in before it's pitch dark again... bonus. (Still not worth opening the curtains for it though, not yet anyway.)
After work on Friday, I headed for the supermarket, with basket and list in hand. It was pretty quiet for once, probably because it's day's before everyone gets paid, anyway, while circling for the Ryvita, who do I see, but our friend T with hubby in tow, pushing the trolly. After kisses all around, T declares; "I have to show you something," then she reaches into her bra. I know, you're not shocked either right? This is the T that I love, the shining light, the funny one, the beautiful and yes, the most endowed of us all, so when she plunges into her bra, in the middle of the supermarket, I think I'm un-shockable and this is all quite normal after more than a couple of decades of friendship.
T pulls out a really large crystal from her bra, given that her chest is pretty nigh one of the Great Wonders of the World, I wouldn't like to say how many of mine would go into one of hers, but still, I'm not shocked that she's produced a crystal, more surprised that there was any room in the bra for such a big crystal, still, she managed to shoehorn it in to be close to her battered heart.
Turns out the our gorgeous friend has been for a Reiki session and cannot recommend enough. I'm guessing this is where the crystal came from. Surprisingly, it's not something I have ever tired although you know that I'm so into that stuff, maybe this is the year?
Saturday, 28 January 2017
Princess and the Pea
Week One of the new year and God it's been long and boring in work but... the highlight of my year so far is that I, or rather we have taken delivery of a new... mattress.
I'm not going to tell you how old my recently dearly departed mattress is, was, as it's too embarrassing given that the new recommendation is that you replace your mattress every 8 years. But, it must have been a good'un as it's only in the past couple of years that I've felt like the Princess in the Princess and the Pea as the springs had begun to poke at my ribs during the night.
I intended to shop for a mattress twelve months ago but I'm not sure what happened, I didn't have the money or Jan wasn't available to take delivery for me while I was at work, or I just didn't get my act together and so I missed the January sales. So that was me, done for another year, with springs poking at my ribs.
Don't get me wrong, I loved my mattress but it just became more uncomfortable than comfortable and so, it was time. Out with the old and in with the new.
For probably the past three months, I've been priming Jan to have at least one day free to come mattress shopping with me, I wasn't sure I was brave enough to lay down on random mattresses in front of the general public, on my own, and so she had no chance of forgetting that I needed her.
On the 28th Dec, Jan and I set off on a freezing cold day, we had four stores to visit, store number one gave me two options and we left there, with hope, store number two was a disaster, the mattresses looked so unappealing and dusty, I refused to lay down, Jan did for me but we both knew I wouldn't be buying from there. Three and Four were the same company just different locations. The only thing they may have had in my price range was only online and you just can't buy without trying can you? So Jan and I set off back to store number one and on and off the two choices we hopped.
In the end, I opted for the second mattress we'd been shown at 10am and it was now 1pm. I knew that I wanted a pocket sprung mattress and that was all that I knew. It was a bit more than I had hoped to pay so just had to hope that I hadn't made a mistake.
I got up around ten minutes early on the day of delivery, 4.19am to be exact, in order to strip my bed and manoeuvre my old mattress into the dining room ready for Jan and Geoff to take delivery of the new one while I was at work. It was more of a struggle than I anticipated but I got there in the end.
Jan messaged me around 11am to say that she'd taken delivery of the new mattress at 7am and had just woken up as it was so comfortable. Yes, her sense of humour has deteriorated along with her memory, however, I'm truly thankful that they could be there for me while I was at work. I'm so excited but so still worried I've made the wrong choice.
As a bonus, I get home and Jan and Geoff have hauled my old mattress to the local tip for me so it is gone but not forgotten. What would I do without my sister and brother-in-law?
I requested, via post-it note - 'winter side up please' for delivery, stuck it on my bedroom door at eye level, and so it was done.
I came home after a thirteen hour day and made my new bed, with a little trepidation I should say and still a little guilt for letting old faithful go.
Bedtime finally came and I sat on the very edge of the bed not knowing quite what to expect. Have to say that my old one was stronger for the 'sitting on the very edge' scenario but for every other aspect... oh, my, goodness. That first night was like floating on a cloud, whilst in a coma. Why oh why, did I wait so long?
I'm warm in bed. How is that possible? The mattress has a winter side that is lined with wool and oh wow, the wool delivers. I have actually been too warm at times, having to release arms over the duvet. My body is supported, neck was a tad dodgy for a week or so as my neck and spine are now at a different angle but I have adjusted and I am now aligned to my new cloud.
Forking out for a mattress seems like such a huge worry and possible gargantuan mistake with money. But, if you're brave, do your homework, stay around your budget and take a chance, you can be warm and comfortable at night. At last.
I'm not going to tell you how old my recently dearly departed mattress is, was, as it's too embarrassing given that the new recommendation is that you replace your mattress every 8 years. But, it must have been a good'un as it's only in the past couple of years that I've felt like the Princess in the Princess and the Pea as the springs had begun to poke at my ribs during the night.
I intended to shop for a mattress twelve months ago but I'm not sure what happened, I didn't have the money or Jan wasn't available to take delivery for me while I was at work, or I just didn't get my act together and so I missed the January sales. So that was me, done for another year, with springs poking at my ribs.
Don't get me wrong, I loved my mattress but it just became more uncomfortable than comfortable and so, it was time. Out with the old and in with the new.
For probably the past three months, I've been priming Jan to have at least one day free to come mattress shopping with me, I wasn't sure I was brave enough to lay down on random mattresses in front of the general public, on my own, and so she had no chance of forgetting that I needed her.
On the 28th Dec, Jan and I set off on a freezing cold day, we had four stores to visit, store number one gave me two options and we left there, with hope, store number two was a disaster, the mattresses looked so unappealing and dusty, I refused to lay down, Jan did for me but we both knew I wouldn't be buying from there. Three and Four were the same company just different locations. The only thing they may have had in my price range was only online and you just can't buy without trying can you? So Jan and I set off back to store number one and on and off the two choices we hopped.
In the end, I opted for the second mattress we'd been shown at 10am and it was now 1pm. I knew that I wanted a pocket sprung mattress and that was all that I knew. It was a bit more than I had hoped to pay so just had to hope that I hadn't made a mistake.
I got up around ten minutes early on the day of delivery, 4.19am to be exact, in order to strip my bed and manoeuvre my old mattress into the dining room ready for Jan and Geoff to take delivery of the new one while I was at work. It was more of a struggle than I anticipated but I got there in the end.
Jan messaged me around 11am to say that she'd taken delivery of the new mattress at 7am and had just woken up as it was so comfortable. Yes, her sense of humour has deteriorated along with her memory, however, I'm truly thankful that they could be there for me while I was at work. I'm so excited but so still worried I've made the wrong choice.
As a bonus, I get home and Jan and Geoff have hauled my old mattress to the local tip for me so it is gone but not forgotten. What would I do without my sister and brother-in-law?
I requested, via post-it note - 'winter side up please' for delivery, stuck it on my bedroom door at eye level, and so it was done.
I came home after a thirteen hour day and made my new bed, with a little trepidation I should say and still a little guilt for letting old faithful go.
Bedtime finally came and I sat on the very edge of the bed not knowing quite what to expect. Have to say that my old one was stronger for the 'sitting on the very edge' scenario but for every other aspect... oh, my, goodness. That first night was like floating on a cloud, whilst in a coma. Why oh why, did I wait so long?
I'm warm in bed. How is that possible? The mattress has a winter side that is lined with wool and oh wow, the wool delivers. I have actually been too warm at times, having to release arms over the duvet. My body is supported, neck was a tad dodgy for a week or so as my neck and spine are now at a different angle but I have adjusted and I am now aligned to my new cloud.
Forking out for a mattress seems like such a huge worry and possible gargantuan mistake with money. But, if you're brave, do your homework, stay around your budget and take a chance, you can be warm and comfortable at night. At last.
Saturday, 14 January 2017
Here's your hat, What's your hurry?
Christmas is approaching fast which is in line with the rest of this year. Is it me or has this year just whizzed by?
TV is full of Christmas movies, well, since August really. C and D list movies mostly but it all adds to the season doesn't it? I watched "It's a Wonderful Life" the only A list in sight. You must know that Christmas, timeless classic? Well did you realise that Bert and Ernie, (Police Offcer and Taxi Driver) were characters in It's a Wonderful Life? inspiration for THE Bert and Ernie I wonder? Am I the first person to cotton on to this or the last on Earth?
I've had a wobbly few weeks, full of cough and cold for about three weeks, doubting that my love cares for me, wondering if I have been replaced.
It's been a while since I saw a psychic and you know that I love this part of life, I'm a total believer and have had too many occasions were a psychic/medium, messenger, has told me something that only I and the person who has passed would know, so I'm ready and waiting.
On this occasion, apparently my Dad, Jack was there as was his Father and Mother. It's common knowledge that I don't profess to know Jack. So much of what she told me flew over my head. She did say that Jack's face was emotionless where as George's was full of emotion.
George was the best Father sub I could ever have hoped for, he was an assured, constant. A quiet man. I hear John Wayne, I think of George. He was married to my much older, eldest sister, and George was much older than she. Maybe it was something he'd honed over time. I suspect he'd always been this way. Quiet, assured, dependable, strong, protective.
Anyway, George was apparently there and he mentioned walking someone down the aisle. Well, George walked my sisters down the aisle, he was always the father figure. It's been a good while but I will miss him until I see him again.
She told me that I only get the best of my current love but in a couple of years, I'll meet someone new, someone connected to racing and someone Irish.
I'm neutral. Always cautious. I'm a Leo and even the quieter cusp Leo's like me, want to be adored. My current thinking is that I expect nothing. I'm good enough already. The only thing that I want to work on, is me.
TV is full of Christmas movies, well, since August really. C and D list movies mostly but it all adds to the season doesn't it? I watched "It's a Wonderful Life" the only A list in sight. You must know that Christmas, timeless classic? Well did you realise that Bert and Ernie, (Police Offcer and Taxi Driver) were characters in It's a Wonderful Life? inspiration for THE Bert and Ernie I wonder? Am I the first person to cotton on to this or the last on Earth?
I've had a wobbly few weeks, full of cough and cold for about three weeks, doubting that my love cares for me, wondering if I have been replaced.
It's been a while since I saw a psychic and you know that I love this part of life, I'm a total believer and have had too many occasions were a psychic/medium, messenger, has told me something that only I and the person who has passed would know, so I'm ready and waiting.
On this occasion, apparently my Dad, Jack was there as was his Father and Mother. It's common knowledge that I don't profess to know Jack. So much of what she told me flew over my head. She did say that Jack's face was emotionless where as George's was full of emotion.
George was the best Father sub I could ever have hoped for, he was an assured, constant. A quiet man. I hear John Wayne, I think of George. He was married to my much older, eldest sister, and George was much older than she. Maybe it was something he'd honed over time. I suspect he'd always been this way. Quiet, assured, dependable, strong, protective.
Anyway, George was apparently there and he mentioned walking someone down the aisle. Well, George walked my sisters down the aisle, he was always the father figure. It's been a good while but I will miss him until I see him again.
She told me that I only get the best of my current love but in a couple of years, I'll meet someone new, someone connected to racing and someone Irish.
I'm neutral. Always cautious. I'm a Leo and even the quieter cusp Leo's like me, want to be adored. My current thinking is that I expect nothing. I'm good enough already. The only thing that I want to work on, is me.
Sunday, 8 January 2017
Resolution Time Again
I limped towards the New Year. New Year's Eve seemed never ending but I always stay up, always recreate all that I know, that you go out before midnight with your coal, salt, silver and bread, in order to let in the New Year. Previous New Year's Eve's have been speedy in comparison, in hindsight, I think that a good film is key.
To be honest... it was probably around 4th January before I even thought, oh, it's time for some New Year's resolutions.
I think it's probably the first time that I can recall not having a battle plan. So, better late than never, here is what I'm thinking so far;
de-clutter... more
sort garage
sort wardrobe
sort pans
sort makeup
sort pantry
lose freezer (the one in the garage that hasn't worked for thirty years which I use for storage)
lose sideboard (beautiful and antique but has lived in garage for over twenty years, needs to be loved somewhere else)
revise workouts
be patient... with the people who cut you up on the drive home, the drivers who are doing 28 in a 40 zone, the sales assistants who ignore your presence.
meditate... learn to
be honest... say what you think without being rude but speak up, even if it's something someone wouldn't want to hear
stop throwing yourself under the bus
read
write, write, write
To be honest... it was probably around 4th January before I even thought, oh, it's time for some New Year's resolutions.
I think it's probably the first time that I can recall not having a battle plan. So, better late than never, here is what I'm thinking so far;
de-clutter... more
sort garage
sort wardrobe
sort pans
sort makeup
sort pantry
lose freezer (the one in the garage that hasn't worked for thirty years which I use for storage)
lose sideboard (beautiful and antique but has lived in garage for over twenty years, needs to be loved somewhere else)
revise workouts
be patient... with the people who cut you up on the drive home, the drivers who are doing 28 in a 40 zone, the sales assistants who ignore your presence.
meditate... learn to
be honest... say what you think without being rude but speak up, even if it's something someone wouldn't want to hear
stop throwing yourself under the bus
read
write, write, write
Another Christmas
It's 21st December, the shortest day I believe and I'm so happy to make it to here. The nights are going to start drawing out again and I feel like Spring isn't too far away.
You know that I always get a bit melancholy around this time of year. You try to power through with gritted teeth and optimism but with heart wrenching songs in the air and reminders of Christmas' past at every turn, it's tough.
Christmas Eve finds me sitting in my usual window seat at my weekend Starbucks. I feel OK. Normal amount of... Oh, God, have I done everything? Got everything? But I think I'm OK.
I need to drop off a couple of presents and cards, have coffee with a friend, hoover, make a couple of calls and then wait for Bee to arrive after midnight mass. She's staying here tonight.
I'm sitting here and thinking about the year. I think I've actually had a pretty good one. It's had massive low points, losing a dear relative, I feel like the diagnosis could have come sooner. Being totally invisible at a family event because I'm a singleton hurt like I would never have expected.
Me? I comfort ate until around April, then I finally got my act together. I think I'm now eating healthier than I ever have done. I don't really crave anything which tells me that I'm giving my body what it needs.
I bought a Fitbit and I love it and I preach to anyone who will listen to me about it. Even blokes I work with have started counting steps on their phones and have started taking the stairs instead of the lift.
I've had lots of baby cuddles from my new, great niece, and I can make her laugh, lifting her high and saying 'Weeeeeee' in a really high pitched voice or singing the Mnah Mnah Muppet song to her, makes her smile.
Work has been challenging but I've actually started to learn something new after a few years of stagnation.
I got to see you, can't tell you how lovely that was.
I've sorted, decluttered, let go of stuff which I thought I would never be able to let go of and organised. I feel lighter.
I bought a Bellicon rebounder and I love that too. I still miss running and may go back to it but in the meantime, I can bounce/jog in front of the TV, it's fun and reminds me of being a kid.
I've had a couple of letters printed in Grazia magazine and I 'found' Instagram and am now the recipient of daily motivation and affirmations from some of the women I admire the most.
From a personal growth point of view... a good year.
You know that I always get a bit melancholy around this time of year. You try to power through with gritted teeth and optimism but with heart wrenching songs in the air and reminders of Christmas' past at every turn, it's tough.
Christmas Eve finds me sitting in my usual window seat at my weekend Starbucks. I feel OK. Normal amount of... Oh, God, have I done everything? Got everything? But I think I'm OK.
I need to drop off a couple of presents and cards, have coffee with a friend, hoover, make a couple of calls and then wait for Bee to arrive after midnight mass. She's staying here tonight.
I'm sitting here and thinking about the year. I think I've actually had a pretty good one. It's had massive low points, losing a dear relative, I feel like the diagnosis could have come sooner. Being totally invisible at a family event because I'm a singleton hurt like I would never have expected.
Me? I comfort ate until around April, then I finally got my act together. I think I'm now eating healthier than I ever have done. I don't really crave anything which tells me that I'm giving my body what it needs.
I bought a Fitbit and I love it and I preach to anyone who will listen to me about it. Even blokes I work with have started counting steps on their phones and have started taking the stairs instead of the lift.
I've had lots of baby cuddles from my new, great niece, and I can make her laugh, lifting her high and saying 'Weeeeeee' in a really high pitched voice or singing the Mnah Mnah Muppet song to her, makes her smile.
Work has been challenging but I've actually started to learn something new after a few years of stagnation.
I got to see you, can't tell you how lovely that was.
I've sorted, decluttered, let go of stuff which I thought I would never be able to let go of and organised. I feel lighter.
I bought a Bellicon rebounder and I love that too. I still miss running and may go back to it but in the meantime, I can bounce/jog in front of the TV, it's fun and reminds me of being a kid.
I've had a couple of letters printed in Grazia magazine and I 'found' Instagram and am now the recipient of daily motivation and affirmations from some of the women I admire the most.
From a personal growth point of view... a good year.
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