I went to wedding in Cornwall this weekend. It was outside and metres away from a beautiful beach. The bride looked fabulous wearing green flowing silks and chiffon and was escorted and 'given away' by her equally gorgeous teenage sons. They all looked so happy after being put through a whole load of crap over the last couple of years by the EX. A b*****d if ever there was one...
How someone who could profess to love their children could see them go short financially, struggle to pay for food and rent and cause such terrible distress . for the sake of a completely boring affair. Sneaking around in some mid life crisis (I blame the gym!) he went there and fell in love- with himself in the mirror! Suddenly he was Gods gift and far too important and great for his wife and kids. He completely messed up their lives and it is wonderful to see them all back on track enjoying life and love despite him.
You would think that would put most people off of marraige for a lifetime -let alone a a few months since the Divorce, yet, my dear friend was willing to give her heart and life again, because of LOVE
I wouldn't say she is an eternal romantic but she is an eternal optomist! She trusts and forgives and tries so hard to make things work. This time she has found a real gem in her new man. He obviously adores her and THAT is why she is wiling to do it all again.
So how do you soften up a heart that has become hardened by pain and betrayal? How do you get to that place where you fall in love and allow someone to get that close again?
I've no idea!
Maybe excess vodka consumption and a blindfold?
The poets and painters past, bared their hearts exploring love -with pallets of colours and scrolls of emotive words ....Surely in seeking love we are really seeking the deepest friendship in a soul mate? One of the simplest poems about love and friendship springs to mind-
Love Poem by my dog - John Hegley
I saw you in the park
and I wanted to be your friend,
So I tunneled my snout
up your non barking end.
I wish you years of life dear friend
I wish you life with love.
That when you lay your head at night
your love is never done.
Sunday 24 May 2009
Thursday 14 May 2009
Birthday girl, super sleuth,sunsetbeachbabe and Wurstys night out.
So last night I put on my glad rags and joined a select party of girlies to celebrate Birthday girl reaching 56...well actually it was even lower than 26 but what the hell, shes still young and as far as i am concerned, fair game to torment the hell out of..lol!! Oh maybe she will read that so I should probably should delete it....BUT I did type my Blog address in wrong so technically no one will ever read anything anyway! Fortunately Beardy son rang this morning from the otherside of the planet and pointed out the Blog address was not what i told him....that's why he is a teacher i guess, proving that the saying 'THOSE WHO CAN'T.......TEACH' is wrong lol! Hubby thinks that's funny. I've told him I'm the funny one he's my straight man.
Where was I? Ah yes Birthday girls night out...well we went to the local Italian and enjoyed wine and food and desserts, converstaion about who's top looked nice,how tallest persons new shoes were difficult to walk in etc Then we unanimously laughed at the giant blue handbag that
she had brought with her. The quip that it looked like it contained the entire contents of her till drew laughter (especially as she is a BOOKIE) but not as much as when she said she only brought it as it matched her blue tights....
Leaving the Italian after 20 mins of all disputing if we had to pay VAT on top of the Bill or if it was already included (despite the fact we all work in retail and handle money all day ) we made our way past at least four pubs -quite a walk considering I live in a town that is mainly pubs every three staggers-It works Health & Safety wise as when everyone is staggering drunkenly out of one pub, just as their legs start to give out causing a slight swerve to the left or right, they are in another pub and at the bar. This stops people lying in the street and confines brawling and vomiting to the confines of pub toilets and smoking areas.
The main reason for this huge trek was because Birthday Girl had lost her mobile. It was evetually retrieved from the back seat of the car and we made our way into Cutlery -the main watering hole for 17yr olds. they sell cheap booze masquerading as good stuff in good stuff bottles...You drink it but it's a bit like the over use of botox- you marry them and 6 months later their face is 6 inches lower than it was and there's ridge so deep on their forehead it looks like they can screw the top of their head off.
Entering, I scan the bar and see that the two male members of staff that definately owe me a few vodkas for keeping their jobs are not there, so unable to collect I join the others at the bar. Unlike usual nights, a Wednesday in Cutlery means you can actually get to the bar and even get served without a. Being male b. Being blonde with your boobs out. I asked Blue legs -soon to be called Super sleuth Wursty and Birthday girl what they wanted to drink. Super sleuth joined me in a vodka ,Wursty ordered a coffee as she was driving and Birthday girl ordered a hot chocolate with swirled cream on the top...........
There is something ODD even WRONG about drinking that on your Birthday when you are under 85. Super sleuth pointed this out. Wursty leapt to Birthday girls defence so I quickly improvised by trying to push Birthday girls nose in the cream. Failing miserably we sat down on some low leather sofas and chatted about mobile phones, mainly because birthday girl was trying very hard to take her usual vile pic of me, at which she is pretty good at....The evidence is all the ones shes uploaded of me on many occassions! It takes talent to get a triple chin and drunk angle on someone who isn't drunk and doesn't have a chin to speak of.
Conversation turned to text messages and then SPYING on boyfriends by reading their texts... Dangerous ground girlies! I sounded nerdy by saying that Banksy did a poem about that- Something all romantic about his love for a girl then he wakes up and she is sat on his bed with his mobile, silently scrolling through his text messages!
Super sleuth went on to tell us of how she doesn't trust anyone so therefore it was justifyed! It was so funny but I admired her shocking honesty. I realised that she had the making of a a great Private Detective as the conversation continued as she told us she was annoyed that a friend wouldn't let her nose through her mobile texts! What has she got to hide she asked! I suggested that maybe she was going out with another mates dad or something equally scandalous -sadly I fear this has only ignited her super sleuthing and addiction of nosing at any passing mobiles in or out of pockets! She really should start her own Detective Agency!
Of course for those of us with nothing to hide she said it shouldn't be a worry........Hey isn't that what the Gov tells us when it comes to introducing ID cards????? lol
Where was I? Ah yes Birthday girls night out...well we went to the local Italian and enjoyed wine and food and desserts, converstaion about who's top looked nice,how tallest persons new shoes were difficult to walk in etc Then we unanimously laughed at the giant blue handbag that
she had brought with her. The quip that it looked like it contained the entire contents of her till drew laughter (especially as she is a BOOKIE) but not as much as when she said she only brought it as it matched her blue tights....
Leaving the Italian after 20 mins of all disputing if we had to pay VAT on top of the Bill or if it was already included (despite the fact we all work in retail and handle money all day ) we made our way past at least four pubs -quite a walk considering I live in a town that is mainly pubs every three staggers-It works Health & Safety wise as when everyone is staggering drunkenly out of one pub, just as their legs start to give out causing a slight swerve to the left or right, they are in another pub and at the bar. This stops people lying in the street and confines brawling and vomiting to the confines of pub toilets and smoking areas.
The main reason for this huge trek was because Birthday Girl had lost her mobile. It was evetually retrieved from the back seat of the car and we made our way into Cutlery -the main watering hole for 17yr olds. they sell cheap booze masquerading as good stuff in good stuff bottles...You drink it but it's a bit like the over use of botox- you marry them and 6 months later their face is 6 inches lower than it was and there's ridge so deep on their forehead it looks like they can screw the top of their head off.
Entering, I scan the bar and see that the two male members of staff that definately owe me a few vodkas for keeping their jobs are not there, so unable to collect I join the others at the bar. Unlike usual nights, a Wednesday in Cutlery means you can actually get to the bar and even get served without a. Being male b. Being blonde with your boobs out. I asked Blue legs -soon to be called Super sleuth Wursty and Birthday girl what they wanted to drink. Super sleuth joined me in a vodka ,Wursty ordered a coffee as she was driving and Birthday girl ordered a hot chocolate with swirled cream on the top...........
There is something ODD even WRONG about drinking that on your Birthday when you are under 85. Super sleuth pointed this out. Wursty leapt to Birthday girls defence so I quickly improvised by trying to push Birthday girls nose in the cream. Failing miserably we sat down on some low leather sofas and chatted about mobile phones, mainly because birthday girl was trying very hard to take her usual vile pic of me, at which she is pretty good at....The evidence is all the ones shes uploaded of me on many occassions! It takes talent to get a triple chin and drunk angle on someone who isn't drunk and doesn't have a chin to speak of.
Conversation turned to text messages and then SPYING on boyfriends by reading their texts... Dangerous ground girlies! I sounded nerdy by saying that Banksy did a poem about that- Something all romantic about his love for a girl then he wakes up and she is sat on his bed with his mobile, silently scrolling through his text messages!
Super sleuth went on to tell us of how she doesn't trust anyone so therefore it was justifyed! It was so funny but I admired her shocking honesty. I realised that she had the making of a a great Private Detective as the conversation continued as she told us she was annoyed that a friend wouldn't let her nose through her mobile texts! What has she got to hide she asked! I suggested that maybe she was going out with another mates dad or something equally scandalous -sadly I fear this has only ignited her super sleuthing and addiction of nosing at any passing mobiles in or out of pockets! She really should start her own Detective Agency!
Of course for those of us with nothing to hide she said it shouldn't be a worry........Hey isn't that what the Gov tells us when it comes to introducing ID cards????? lol
Monday 11 May 2009
Blog 1
Blimey that was easy...inspired by suited director of the company I work with for FREE I attempt blog 1!!! Lol.What to say? maybe I should have thought this through and waited to have something interesting or important to say...but then again if I waited for that Cyber Space would have filled up and taken over in true Terminator form!
All those words and pics growing legs and infiltrating net users brains...some improvements there that's for sure- but random stuff would be gone.
A friend recently told me I was the most random person she knew.....what does that mean?
True she is younger than some of my jewelery but random...is that original? nuts? twitchy? odd?
I think she thinks I am funny but not always in a funny way...sometimes in a 'I don't understand you' way. Who can help how they are? We are supposed to be made in Gods image..some of us have hairy legs and chins (only one applies to me and it will be evident at Christmas) and some of us are .....RANDOM!
The last few weeks have been pretty RANDOM here at Surf central (only one person or maybe three will know why here is called that) I recently got back from Borneo after visiting my son and his wife and the orangutans. As they haven't gone forth and multiplied to produce one of their own I had to make do with a trip to the Rain Forest to see some of the rescued babies.
CUTE and cuddly(you're not allowed) I can see why they are illegally taken as pets. After a trip to a reserve (zoo like place) I can see why they shouldn't be ! Marsha was a sulky teenager who swung around till everyone clapped a clever parrot that one of the keepers was interacting with. She remained in the background high on a rope that stretched into a forest area. She refused to come closer and get a treat etc but changed her mind and grabbed the parrot by a wing and swung in at the floor. blue feathers scattered and keepers yelled, kids screamed,my son said 'mum get nearer so I can get a photo of you and Marsha'......he loves me really...I think!
She then proceeded to stay high enough so that no one could get to her improvising and tying three vertical ropes together to make a very high swing on which she sat- enjoying the view of keepers running around in vain!
Later we saw Marsha sat next to her keeper on the back of a golf buggy, nonchalantly being driven back to her apartment. She looked every inch the DIVA and obviously gets away with murder cause they love her...poor parrot will never be the same.
More on Borneo another time....
5 Days later I was in Blackpool home of sun and sea and surfer dudes..
Well any other beachside town would be but not Blackpool. I don't know why. Maybe it doesn't have SURF or DUDES. Ionloy saw the sea once and that was 2 years ago from the top of the big wheel thingy. That is the only bit of Blackpool I've seen because I actually fall into the category of 'hungry for debate' consequently I have seen bugger all of the place! Oh and once I went into one of those arcades where the two FEMALE delegates dragging me insisted on playing automated BINGO. This was a sad night for me as it was there that I found out that 1. It was exactly what I always imagined but without sequined blondes with curlers in. 2.I couldn't syncronise listening to numbers and pressing the same number on my screen. Sad days...The humiliation of someone else who has a zillion cards on their screen helping me to see where number 9 was on my one card will be etched in my memory forever...
It's not all cooked breakfasts..bingo...and ...letting someone cough into the back of your neck for 3 hours in Conference or constantly fart in the seat in front of you when you change chairs for the afternoon session (I know it was you Mrs Pepper Pot!!) Some of us are there to stop others from BANNING BONFIRES!!!!!! WHY? ..and again WHY? Why would anyone want me to stop having the odd Beach bonfire party drinking with mates, guitars, skinny dipping, toasting marshmallows- letting them run like molten lava down your lip and feeling that satisfying sting as the skin disolves........ok that was from a US Teen soap (apart from the marshmallows) I just have the odd burn of hedge clippings down the bottom of my garden, on a dark summer or autumn night! A mug of coffee, the smoke,the stars, the cold, it's LOVELY!!
Anyway that is what I did at Conference and I am proud of it..even if I didn't get up to the microphone incase they thought I was random or nuts for only saying 'But I like them!'
I led the cheers when it was lost.....
All those words and pics growing legs and infiltrating net users brains...some improvements there that's for sure- but random stuff would be gone.
A friend recently told me I was the most random person she knew.....what does that mean?
True she is younger than some of my jewelery but random...is that original? nuts? twitchy? odd?
I think she thinks I am funny but not always in a funny way...sometimes in a 'I don't understand you' way. Who can help how they are? We are supposed to be made in Gods image..some of us have hairy legs and chins (only one applies to me and it will be evident at Christmas) and some of us are .....RANDOM!
The last few weeks have been pretty RANDOM here at Surf central (only one person or maybe three will know why here is called that) I recently got back from Borneo after visiting my son and his wife and the orangutans. As they haven't gone forth and multiplied to produce one of their own I had to make do with a trip to the Rain Forest to see some of the rescued babies.
CUTE and cuddly(you're not allowed) I can see why they are illegally taken as pets. After a trip to a reserve (zoo like place) I can see why they shouldn't be ! Marsha was a sulky teenager who swung around till everyone clapped a clever parrot that one of the keepers was interacting with. She remained in the background high on a rope that stretched into a forest area. She refused to come closer and get a treat etc but changed her mind and grabbed the parrot by a wing and swung in at the floor. blue feathers scattered and keepers yelled, kids screamed,my son said 'mum get nearer so I can get a photo of you and Marsha'......he loves me really...I think!
She then proceeded to stay high enough so that no one could get to her improvising and tying three vertical ropes together to make a very high swing on which she sat- enjoying the view of keepers running around in vain!
Later we saw Marsha sat next to her keeper on the back of a golf buggy, nonchalantly being driven back to her apartment. She looked every inch the DIVA and obviously gets away with murder cause they love her...poor parrot will never be the same.
More on Borneo another time....
5 Days later I was in Blackpool home of sun and sea and surfer dudes..
Well any other beachside town would be but not Blackpool. I don't know why. Maybe it doesn't have SURF or DUDES. Ionloy saw the sea once and that was 2 years ago from the top of the big wheel thingy. That is the only bit of Blackpool I've seen because I actually fall into the category of 'hungry for debate' consequently I have seen bugger all of the place! Oh and once I went into one of those arcades where the two FEMALE delegates dragging me insisted on playing automated BINGO. This was a sad night for me as it was there that I found out that 1. It was exactly what I always imagined but without sequined blondes with curlers in. 2.I couldn't syncronise listening to numbers and pressing the same number on my screen. Sad days...The humiliation of someone else who has a zillion cards on their screen helping me to see where number 9 was on my one card will be etched in my memory forever...
It's not all cooked breakfasts..bingo...and ...letting someone cough into the back of your neck for 3 hours in Conference or constantly fart in the seat in front of you when you change chairs for the afternoon session (I know it was you Mrs Pepper Pot!!) Some of us are there to stop others from BANNING BONFIRES!!!!!! WHY? ..and again WHY? Why would anyone want me to stop having the odd Beach bonfire party drinking with mates, guitars, skinny dipping, toasting marshmallows- letting them run like molten lava down your lip and feeling that satisfying sting as the skin disolves........ok that was from a US Teen soap (apart from the marshmallows) I just have the odd burn of hedge clippings down the bottom of my garden, on a dark summer or autumn night! A mug of coffee, the smoke,the stars, the cold, it's LOVELY!!
Anyway that is what I did at Conference and I am proud of it..even if I didn't get up to the microphone incase they thought I was random or nuts for only saying 'But I like them!'
I led the cheers when it was lost.....
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