Well there’s plenty of stuffies occurring right now!
A lovely twitter friend of mine has a couple of exciting projects on the go I’d like to draw attention to:
- Birmingham Flash Mob: which I am unable to partake in, so will try and nag as many others as possible to join in!
- 4amProject: A super-exciting venture which expects us all to drink lots of alcohol and stay up all night get up in the middle of the night and take photos of what we’re doing and where we are etc. I love this sort of stuff, great idea Karen, I hope you get lots of groovy submissions! Mine will probably of be DaMooseBiscuit curled up with a cat and a Springer Spaniel… he’s all talk about the staying up all night thang! 😉
Also a poor minkeh was stolen from a local sanctuary (I still blame @_romi, despite the fact she’s in Canada), I saw some rather haunting photos of a napalm test site, and I found an office I was hoping was for rent!
And then I had a few drinks ….. ! ;D Oh and here’s a giggle!
The birth of our son, Enso, seems in some ways such a long, long time ago! He’s recently turned two and is a pain in the arse very bouncy little boy. But, with his birthday and the snowy weather being pretty much as it was then, it brings back all the crazy memories of his birth. It was a majorly stressful and pretty scary time, but looking at him now……….. he was so worth it! 🙂 Read More…
I am very patient, except for in specific circumstances.
I can sit in a queue of traffic, patiently allowing other drivers to join or switch lanes when others are banging their head on the steering wheel or honking their horn. What’s the hurry, we’re not going anywhere and there’s nothing we can do about it. (Okay well, honestly, I do freak out about this on the odd occassion but only if I have to be somewhere really, really important, like the pub a hospital appointment or someone’s ill, or somesuch.)
I can stand in line for hours, if neccessary, while others are huffing, puffing and shouting and swearing at anyone who looks like they might be vaguely connected with whoever is running the place. Like, say, a cleaner.
I’ve mastered the art of supermarket shopping without having a nervous breakdown, calmly allowing all those shoppers who are clearly much busier than I am and need to get their shopping done as quickly as possible, albeit at the expense of some old lady’s ankles, to push in front of me with their weapons of mass destrustion shopping trolleys.
There’s just one thing I can’t stand. It churns me up inside! I hate knowing that some kind of surprise is going to occur but not yet and I have to wait. I am SO impatient. I hate waiting for Christmas presents. I generally try and force torture persuade hubster to give me my Christmas present as soon as he buys it, or at least tell me what it is. If ever you’re planning me a surprise party (I’m forty next year, by the way, so yep, would be nice, eh?) you’d better make sure you give me no hint or inclination because I will just beat hound you until I have full details so that I may prepare.
One of my twitter friends has been tweeting a countdown this week, and I am finding it very hard not to nag, jump up and down or throw a tantrum in order to find out what it is. Whatever she’s up to, it’s probably not going to drastically impact upon my daily life but it’s been eating at me all week! What is she up to? Why don’t I know about it??!!
Yeah. Control freak!? Me?! 😉
The question then arises, what to tell you without being too dull and without getting too personal! So here you go.
1. I live in Birmingham, but was born and raised in the Pennine Hills. You think this is snow…..?! ;D
2. I fell in love with & married a man in a wheelchair and hate it when people tell me how brave I must be for doing so. *rolls eyes* (I am quite a hero though, aren’t I!? ha! Kidding!) We were married in New York, in a friend’s living room, by a scary judge. Hubster thought he was going to send him to the electric chair but ultimately the sentence was much worse for him than that!
3. I am a Registered General nurse.
4. My brother was in The Full Monty. No, he didn’t take his clothes off (thankfully!), he was in the brass band marching outside the factory in the opening scenes.
5. I’m writing a novel. It’s rubbish!
6. I have an unhealthy addiction to licorice toffees and I adore raw carrots but loathe them cooked. Bleurgh.
7. I’ve played brass instruments since the age of 10 but don’t really play much any more: Just a tootle on my purple (Yes, purple! Woot!) flugel horn when I feel like it! My party trick is playing requests on a Smarties tube so I was gutted when they made them into flimsy, hexagonal poopage.
After trying to find bloggers who haven’t already done their 7 things, I pass the challenge to:
If you have already done it, and I missed it… oops! Sorry! 😉
I know there’s not really anyone out there waiting with baited breath for my next blog post, so I don’t think I will have killed anyone due to anoxia, but sorry I haven’t posted for ages!
A very chaotic time in the ‘dillo moosebiscuit household right now, so not only do I have very little time for mestuffs but my brain is not particularly functioning at full capacity. At the moment it’s in “survive the demon daughter for a whole weekend without tearing out your own eyeballs” mode. I swear, I’m going to donate her to Tanya Byron for medical research if this continues for much longer! They warn you about the terrible two’s, but no-one tells you it lasts ’til puberty then you have adolescence to deal with.
Feck and fie.
Well, we’ll survive and she has short bursts of loveliness amongst the evil tantrums, so I think we must be due one of these respite periods shortly. Please.
Oh and please would you mind awfully reading this old post and commenting as no-one ever did and I wanna know!? ;D Thanks!
This is quite a personal post, don’t bother reading if you’re not interested, just helped me to write it! 😀
After reading Susan Piver’s blog post about her chat with Getting Things Done author David Allen I had quite a realisation. I’m a woman who never sits still, who has forgotten what boredom is, who never has time to take care of myself as I’m too busy taking care of everyone else, who doesn’t have time to do any of the things I’d like to do in my life, who doesn’t have time to read a book or a newspaper: I’m lazy. It’s true. I’m an avoider. Of everything. Instead of dealing with day to day problems, I challenge myself with new responsibilities.
I often – well, okay, several times a day – feel like I can’t cope with what I have to do on a daily basis. So what better way to deal with this than to ignore those tasks and give myself some new ones to concentrate on! I latch on to things: the desperate need for a third child, a new puppy, kittens, a degree, writing a novel. In doing so, the everyday stuff gets pushed aside to make way for this new fad or that new plan. Everything is done with right intention at the time. I’m not stupid either. I’ve allowed myself to do this. If I’d seen a friend doing this I would have pulled them aside and had a chat about what a mess they were making for themselves!
This realisation is pretty important. It means I’m going to have to take some action. Face some things I’d rather not have to contemplate and am a master at ignoring. In order to be calmer, happier and to find out what I should really be doing with my time, I’m going to have to clear out the clutter.
The trouble is that this is going to be no mean feat. I’ve been avoiding problems and saddling myself with more responsibilities for many years now. Where do I start? Financial problems, emotional problems, overly-naughty 7 year old daughter, disorganised and untidy house, struggling business, excessive weight, return to my smoking habit? These are just my main problems, there are lots more little ones! Like busying my mind with aimless internet browsing, twittering, playing silly puzzle games when I should be doing something more constructive!
I’ve long been considering avenues to return to work: either to renew my nursing qualification, or to become a teacher, or a writer, or one of a myriad of other ideas. Now, I realise that this would be foolish at the moment. I have no idea what I really want to do. I need to try and ‘unbusy’ myself, relax, achieve that ‘mind like water’, or at least like something other than very sticky, thick mud! I need to do this before I can really think about what I can be good at. I love my family, I’ve just let things get out of control. At the moment, I pretty much despise myself for what I’m doing to myself and my family, but I’ll need to shake that feeling first!
This has turned into a little bit of a rant, so I’ll stop now.
I’ve decided on my starting point. I’m pretty much useless with will power: I started a diet today, missed breakfast and ended up making myself fried eggs on toast for brunch! I’m going to stick to the diet, try and get back to allowing myself half an hour to practice zazen daily, and deal with new problems right away so they don’t stack up with the old ones. This should get me feeling a little better and able to start dealing with some older, previously ignored problems, although this will require some amount of stamina, and maybe even a little bravery.
Wish me luck, I’m really going to need it!
To stage a christmas panto.
The increasingly popular micro-blogging platform has never seen the likes of this before! Men in tights and lipstick, pumpkin coaches, iPhone toting villians and environmentally unfriendly panto cows. The virtual production even has a narrator, a stage director and a script with lines no longer than 140 characters long!
A smattering of social media celebrities star with regular tweeters in the production of Cinderella: with a Member of Parliament, a Guardian scribe, the founder of the Tuttle Club and a newspaper editor amongst the cast.
So, can a twitter play really work? I think so! Especially as panto is an interactive medium anyway. Watch and see! Audience participation is to be encouraged, so come along and join in! You can follow the live action by following the #twitpanto hashtag from 2pm GMT today!
Oh yes. And I am in it. Perfectly cast 😉
Must run along and get in costume!
Hope to see you there!