In summer I come home, put down my handbag, change my shoes, pick up the lead, and we’re off. One minute.
In winter I come home, put down my handbag, change my shoes for acrylic-fur-lined gumboots, put on my heavy walking jersey with acrylic fur lining and fur-lined hood, get the dog’s coat, feed her into that while she wriggles and hops from foot to foot with impatience, put on my greatcoat, find my gloves, pick up the lead, and we’re off. Ten minutes.
Three degrees C today in my corner of Scotland. What YOU wearing?
Just as a break from the weather, I offer the whether ... because it's November 8th and there's an election going on, there are some political jokes on the second page, where they can only offend someone who goes looking to be offended.
They're pretty good, actually. I thought.
In hindsight, I see the era of expensive oil as being a gift to humanity. Because of high prices, we have developed reliable electric transportation, we are now looking into renewable natural resources, all while protecting our Earth.
I think sometime in the future each household will have their own source of renewable energy, whether it be solar or wind. Also, we will be using electric cars. We will then be able to power and heat our homes, after our personal power sources are paid for, for free, and we will be able to travel for free.
Thank you big oil companies.
The inside of my car is a disgrace. The dashboard is thick in dust and the floor is covered in grit; I can hardy see out of the windscreen when the sun is shining directly onto it. I’ve tried to make myself clean it but my pleas keep falling on deaf ears; I simply can’t be persuaded. I know I could have the car valeted but I refuse to pay somebody to do a job that I’m perfectly capable of doing myself. I’m at my wit’s end; what can I do to make myself clean my car?
The place I used to call a safe haven has been invaded by sickos. That night I posted the surrogate blog, I got attacked right in front of my door at around 3 am. The sicko followed me, I felt I was being followed on he stairs but every time I paused and observed he stayed quiet and hid. I reached the 3rd floor and I was about to unlock my door when he suddenly came from behind and covered my mouth. I immediately took out the key from my door and hold tightly to it, thinking I would be defenseless and hopeless if he manage to get inside my place. I struggled and pushed to reach my neighbors door, I couldn't scream but managed to knocked hard on their doors, my knuckles are still raw! I scratched, elbowed him, bit him, kicked him, twisted till we were wrestling on the floor. When he held my jaw and tilted my head , I thought he was going to slit my throat, for a moment there, I thought that was my end
I let out loud screams and luckily he let go and run away. It was no robbery, he didn't take anything, I was holding my phone and had my computer bag .
Got inside my apartment and locked door, called relatives and friends who are still working in the office. They immediately came, went around to check the area and called the police men who came quickly. I just want the whole thing to go away quietly but police procedures are seem to be very complicated and mysterious, something that I don't want to go through again. Even in the middle of the night they come to get more info and investigate.
Camera from neighborhood were checked, neighbors mentioned that they noticed a strange car parking near my apartment between 1-3 am for few nights so police are doing surveillance late at night here trying to find that car, I'll doubt they'll come back here but I'm staying home till I feel good enough to go out.
I'm a toughie but listening to my neighbors admitting they heard the commotion and me screaming outside their door but too scared to help makes me feel so down. I opened my door to my neighbors late at night a few times...I would still do that if they would need my help.
The mind boggles that you can stand there and openly say
"I AM NOT A CHRISTIAN OR NON BELIEVER" Yet you cant wait for Xmas
The atheists have diluted it to be a general holiday so they can feel good about participating. Christmas was designated as the day to celebrate the birth of Christ plain and simple. As I understand it, that particular day was chosen many years ago to coincide with the celebration of a Pagan holiday in order to hide from persecutors of Christians in countries that did not allow Christianity. If you do not believe in something, why would you celebrate it? If you want to celebrate love and family, then pick a different day and start a tradition. How about Thanksgiving? I also think it is funny that all the atheists voted yes. I and other Christians would never tell you to stop, but just realize that you are being hypocritical and diluting our holiday with a lesser meaning. You basically see everyone else having fun so you don't want to miss out. I have more respect for the nonbelievers that don't celebrate than the people who try to dilute the meaning for their own gain. Did you ever wonder why the people that celebrate it for its true meaning are happy? It is because they are saved. Do you also celebrate Jewish, Islamic, and other religious holidays?
If you're not Christian, its not Christmas The point of Christmas is literally to celebrate a religious event, the birth of Christ. If you fail to acknowledge the significance of this birth, why celebrate the holiday? It's not acceptable for non-jews to celebrate hanukkah, so why is this any more acceptable? It's disrespectful to the Christian religion.
Today is International womens day, originally celebrated as Women's working day in 1909.
This years theme is "Be bold for change"
On behalf of all men, we thank you, without women we would be nothing.
You are all valued, all beautiful and even though we men dont often show it, we appreciate you.
So for the men here, lets show a bit of love and affection towards our fabulous women.
I’ve been living in my comfort zone for quite some time now. I’m the adventurous and reckless type but I have a priority in life that always keeps me sane and grounded…and that’s Yazan, my son. Watching my son grow every day always bring me joy…but there are days when I long to shake things up a bit even if it is just to experience that little moment of euphoria that comes along with doing something new.
Last year, a lot of changes…good changes started happening in my life : long holidays with my love ones, a new job, started properly dating and spending time with a special person, lots of fun time with friends and finally, I get to practice that freedom of doing things again that I couldn’t do then.
My life is good, I couldn’t ask for more. I could say “I’ve been there, done that” …I’m a good loving mom to my son, a good daughter to my parents, a good person to everyone I know, a good wife when I was married and now a good woman for my boyfriend.
I did my best to please and make everyone happy but now I want to do things for myself…do something different to break up the routine of being nice and good to make everyone around me happy.
I feel restless and I want to feel that thrill of doing something exciting and challenging…I want to find “myself” again and won’t mind breaking some rules just for the heck of it.
I know it sounds crazy but I only have a one-way ticket in life. I want to do things …and every good things that I can do now for I’ll never pass this way again.
Is there anything that you wanted to do but didn’t get the chance to do it? Will you shake things up and go for it ?
Being a bitter woman, does that automatically make you right about everything? I will admit, I did do a little bit of city driving by changing into the left lane while a vehicle was still behind me in that lane but as I put my blinker on and started moving over, the lady behind me started to speed up and that did not stop me from moving over. It ended with both of us beeping our horns at each other (she beeped first...for the record).
I think that is the first time I honked my horn while actually driving and moving in a car...done it a couple times if people fell asleep at the stop light.
I have one more story about bitterness...but I will not bore you.