Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: blog, blogging, dog, happiness, happy, laughing, music, peter bjorn and john, smiling, spring, summer, walking, young folks
How amazing is it, just when it’s a nice day. Everyone looks so much happier when the sun is out. It’s only march and I’ve already seen my first short and t-shirt cladded man. Sure he’ll be dying of flu for the next couple weeks, cause even though it’s sunny…it’s still bloody cold out there, but god, did he look happy!
I finished work especially early and took a long walk with Pooch. I tuned myself into the magical tune of the young folks by Peter Bjorn and John – I can’t rate this tune enough- and set off on my walk.
I actually walked for miles without thinking about anything. It was amazing. I’ve been stressed to the max recently with work, friends, money the lot and one walk seems to have fixed everything. Well Pooch helps, I only have to look at his little face and I’m cured of anything. I know the pain he went through before I found him, and I’m doing my best to give him the new life he deserves. I only hope any memories he has of his previous life have long left his little head. To see him happy makes me happy. I actually think to see anyone happy makes you happy too.
Ever just find yourself laughing at someone else simply because there laughing too. It’s true it’s contagious. My favorite thing to see is someone walking down the street on their own smiling or laughing to themselves. It’s nice to see people happy.
Today for me marked the start of summer. I know it’s still spring but to me the first time you smell fresh cut grass, it’s summer! It’s great to be happy!
Filed under: blogging | Tags: blogging, embarrassment, incident, morning, petrol, shame, sumo wrestler, why do i do it?
Some people are just born graceful…and some are born like me. It doesn’t matter what I do, I do it with the grace of a sumo wrestler.
So it started a couple of weeks ago, my fear of the petrol station that is. I popped in after work one day, extremely exhausted and pulled up behind another car. I always have a wrestle with the petrol cap as my car is old and and a right temperamental old cow. But I got it off anyways, and picked up the pump. It was then I heard the sniggering. The man in front of me was blatantly laughing at me. Being so tired and afraid of what I might say if I opened my mouth I just went about what I was doing – which was actually trying to rip the plastic bag off that was covering the pump. It had been wet that day so I figured it was there to keep it dry (who wouldn’t?) So this Man starts roaring laughing at me now, and all I was thinking was why is this idiot laughing at me instead of offering me some help.
It was a good 5 minutes after when I’d ripped the bag off and was wondering why nothing was coming out when I was pulling the trigger it dawned on me – I felt myself go bright red and just to rub salt in my wounds the man who by now had tears running down his face shouts at me – ‘It’s not working love’ – and pointed inside to where a gang of people had gathered in the shop window to watch me, all of whom were laughing at me now too.
I drove home without fuel that day.
Same garage this morning – I parked too close to the pumps. I had to literally squeeze myself through the 3 inch gap I’d left between me and the pumps (my parking is really something to be reckoned with!) By the time I’d composed myself I was greeted with a grin off a balding builder with his slacks half way down his crack – He whistled then looked me up and down. It was only then when I was thinking ‘perv’ silently to myself that I realised my skirt was up around my chest.
I’m telling you – Graceful is not the word to describe me!
Filed under: blogging | Tags: blogging, book, cathering sanderson, cherry, friends, gooseberry, life, odd, petite anglaise, twins
My friend’s once got me some p.j’s with that wrote across the front of them.
I’m a thinker, and a worrier. I worry about absolutely everything. I read too far into things to ever get back to the start again. I started this blog on a whim this morning after reading a book called ‘Petite Anglaise by Catherine Sanderson’ before I had to drag myself to work. So from now on, worries and thoughts – this is your new home! Your not clogging up my head and giving me migraines anymore.
Petite Anglaise by Catherine Sanderson
I’ve spent forever writing things down, I’ve always got my ‘book’ with me writing random bits of my daily routine, should anything exciting happen I’ve been known to write into the ‘notes section’ too – that’s saved for those extreme circumstances though! I lead an interesting life of sorts. I don’t try to be different, I just am. I guess growing up with a ‘unique’ name and having to constantly put up with the – ‘what?’s and ‘How’d you spell that?’s and then there’s the more polite ‘oh, that’s an interesting/unusual/different name’ – kind of set me outside the box a little from the get go. Growing up I chose to listen to old rock tunes like my dad instead of take-that like my friends. I’ve always had a somewhat ‘quirky’ dress sense, and the best of times, I do look like a walking bag of skittles but it’s not because I want to stand out it’s just that I like stuff to be colourful!
Since moving away from everyone who knows me best, and starting a new life ‘abroad’ I’ve come out of my shell and I’m not afraid to voice my own opinion. I guess I have to now as I’ve nobody to do it for me anymore. I’ve never felt more alone, but at the same time, I’ve never felt more alive.
I’ve not had a problem being on my own ever. I grew up alone, when I should of had my brother alongside me from birth, but sadly his place was in heaven. I wish and wish everyday how things could have been different, how we could of grown up doing the ‘twin thing’ being in-sync or however twins behave but I won’t know and never will and I guess that was the path that was set out for me from the beginning. Being a twin, has actually made me more of an individual. Along with the ‘unique’ name being a twin on my own has set me apart from everyone else. In an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. once Ross told Rachel he figured out why Phoebe was so weird, he reckoned it was because she’s a twin and twins are weird. I get called weird all the time so I’ve concluded that that’s the reason.
So life for me is a bowl of cherries – only i’m a gooseberry! It’s fun being the odd one out
And so considering that if it weren’t for this lady and her wonderful blog, I would not have found this place to leave my thoughts – Catherine Sanderson, this my first post is dedicated to you. Thank you for writing such a wonderful book and for entertaining us all with your blog.
