OK - I know I've not blogged for a bit and loads has happened. I will catch up later I promise!
Right now though I am all packed and ready to go off on holiday for a week with Keith, Aaron, Gemima, Sophie, Sam, Shane (Sophie's boyfriend) and Keith's Mum.
Off to SWF tonight after work to pick up Keith and Shane then leaving bright and early Saturday morning and heading off to a caravan in Swanage.
I am so excited!!!!
Friday, 22 August 2008
Thursday, 14 August 2008
Gemima Update
I am happy to say that Gemima's wound (which has been slightly open and oozing clear pinkish-yellowish liquid at an alarming rate since Tuesday night) has finally sealed over and stopped oozing.
After a trip to the GP yesterday and again this morning, she is now patched up with new dressings and is doing much better.
I am SO looking forward to going to Swanage (as are Gemima and Aaron). I think we all really need this holiday.
After a trip to the GP yesterday and again this morning, she is now patched up with new dressings and is doing much better.
I am SO looking forward to going to Swanage (as are Gemima and Aaron). I think we all really need this holiday.
Jade's Tattoo
Jade's birthday present from me.
She had it done today.
The tattoo was done from her own drawing.... talent!
She had it done today.
The tattoo was done from her own drawing.... talent!
Wednesday, 13 August 2008
Best Laid Plans...
... and all that!
Was supposed to have been having a chat with Nick tonight to come to an agreement on financial settlement so that this doesn't have to get dragged through court.
We even had a long chat plus a bit of a barney about it last night and agreed we'd do this tonight.
I went to Keith's last night to pick Aaron up a day early so I could sort this out tonight - I had planned on being with Keith tonight.
But no - typical Nick fashion - he is like a sodding yoyo. I prepared the document - as we agreed I would. I gave it to him and asked if he could read it through and we could talk about it. He then announced he had some stuff to do for work so he would read it later and get back to me when he could!
In the meantime Keith had vanished off to numb his brain with Big Brother, so I spent my time doing this....
The pretty rope lights actually belong to Jade - they were on the floor in her room and I found them when I was looking for scissors. They've been there for the best part of a year so I have borrowed them to make my stark and dull loft room look a little more inviting!
You will get them back Jade... at some point.... maybe....
Was supposed to have been having a chat with Nick tonight to come to an agreement on financial settlement so that this doesn't have to get dragged through court.
We even had a long chat plus a bit of a barney about it last night and agreed we'd do this tonight.
I went to Keith's last night to pick Aaron up a day early so I could sort this out tonight - I had planned on being with Keith tonight.
But no - typical Nick fashion - he is like a sodding yoyo. I prepared the document - as we agreed I would. I gave it to him and asked if he could read it through and we could talk about it. He then announced he had some stuff to do for work so he would read it later and get back to me when he could!
In the meantime Keith had vanished off to numb his brain with Big Brother, so I spent my time doing this....
The pretty rope lights actually belong to Jade - they were on the floor in her room and I found them when I was looking for scissors. They've been there for the best part of a year so I have borrowed them to make my stark and dull loft room look a little more inviting!
You will get them back Jade... at some point.... maybe....
Choices
I received this in an email from my fab friend Karen. Given all the crap going on in my life at the moment, it made me stop and think.
So I thought I would share these pearls of wisdom...
John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"
He was a natural motivator.
If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"
He replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or...you can choose to be in a bad mood. I choose to be in a good mood.
Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or... I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.
Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or... I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life."
"Yeah, right, it's not that easy,"I protested.
"Yes, it is," he said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood.
You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live your life."
I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the company to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.
Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.
After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.
I saw him about six months after the accident.
When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins...Wanna see my scars?"
I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place.
"The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter," he replied. "Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or...I could choose to die. I chose to live."
"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.
He continued, "the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read "he's a dead man". I knew I needed to take action."
"What did you do?"I asked.
"Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me," said John. "She asked if I was allergic to anything 'Yes, I replied.' The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for me to continue. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity'.
Over their laughter, I told them, 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead'."
He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude... I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.
Attitude, after all, is everything.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, after all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.
So I choose not to stress about the fact that Nick decided to take things through court and I have a court date set for December.
I choose not to stress about the fact that Gemima has been so ill and that her wound is now leaking something rather nasty.
I choose not to stress about my job - or rather the amount of time I've had to take off to be at the hospital every day for over a week.
Next time anyone notices me being a stress-head, please remind me that I have a choice!!!
So I thought I would share these pearls of wisdom...
John is the kind of guy you love to hate. He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"
He was a natural motivator.
If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"
He replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today. You can choose to be in a good mood or...you can choose to be in a bad mood. I choose to be in a good mood.
Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or... I can choose to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.
Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or... I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life."
"Yeah, right, it's not that easy,"I protested.
"Yes, it is," he said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people affect your mood.
You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live your life."
I reflected on what he said. Soon hereafter, I left the company to start my own business. We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.
Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower.
After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.
I saw him about six months after the accident.
When I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins...Wanna see my scars?"
I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place.
"The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter," he replied. "Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or...I could choose to die. I chose to live."
"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.
He continued, "the paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read "he's a dead man". I knew I needed to take action."
"What did you do?"I asked.
"Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me," said John. "She asked if I was allergic to anything 'Yes, I replied.' The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for me to continue. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity'.
Over their laughter, I told them, 'I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead'."
He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude... I learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.
Attitude, after all, is everything.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, after all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.
So I choose not to stress about the fact that Nick decided to take things through court and I have a court date set for December.
I choose not to stress about the fact that Gemima has been so ill and that her wound is now leaking something rather nasty.
I choose not to stress about my job - or rather the amount of time I've had to take off to be at the hospital every day for over a week.
Next time anyone notices me being a stress-head, please remind me that I have a choice!!!
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
Happy Birthday Jade
My little girl is 19!!
WTF?!
I am SO not old enough to have a 19-year-old daughter!
WTF?!
I am SO not old enough to have a 19-year-old daughter!
Quick update
God - done it again - forever and a day since my last blog.
I do have a very good reason. Gemima was whisked off to hospital by me over a week ago with stomach pains, which turned out to be appendicitis. They operated the same night and I have been staying with her at the hospital every other night and every day since.
The appendix had perforated and was pretty much ruptured (oozing rather than exploding apparently). Nasty, gangrenous and bizarrely not in the normal place - it was tucked away behind the bowel so the operation took far longer than expected.
We had been advised an hour for the procedure and recovery time - three hours later we were called to the recovery room.
I'm sure you can all imagine what my head was doing for the extra two hours!
Anyhow - she is home now. We got back at 4:15pm this afternoon. She's asleep on her bed. The journey back wore her out.
Funny thing was - when I woke her up in the car to tell her we were back, she said "are we at Keith's already?". She was all confused because the weekend just gone was supposed to be her weekend with me at Keith's and for some reason, she had thought today was Friday and we were going to Keith's.
So, now that she is asleep, I have a ton of post to sort through and a snotogram to send to Britannia Parking. I can't be arsed to write about that saga - Keith did it already - please feel free to go read his blog!!
:)
I do have a very good reason. Gemima was whisked off to hospital by me over a week ago with stomach pains, which turned out to be appendicitis. They operated the same night and I have been staying with her at the hospital every other night and every day since.
The appendix had perforated and was pretty much ruptured (oozing rather than exploding apparently). Nasty, gangrenous and bizarrely not in the normal place - it was tucked away behind the bowel so the operation took far longer than expected.
We had been advised an hour for the procedure and recovery time - three hours later we were called to the recovery room.
I'm sure you can all imagine what my head was doing for the extra two hours!
Anyhow - she is home now. We got back at 4:15pm this afternoon. She's asleep on her bed. The journey back wore her out.
Funny thing was - when I woke her up in the car to tell her we were back, she said "are we at Keith's already?". She was all confused because the weekend just gone was supposed to be her weekend with me at Keith's and for some reason, she had thought today was Friday and we were going to Keith's.
So, now that she is asleep, I have a ton of post to sort through and a snotogram to send to Britannia Parking. I can't be arsed to write about that saga - Keith did it already - please feel free to go read his blog!!
:)
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