
Welcome to my wonderful world!
Nothing much happens here. Sometimes I update, sometimes I don't! The only way to find out is to come and visit.
This journal started in July 2004, as a way for me to clear my head. I had recently finished 2 years of treatment for bowel cancer, and was slowly getting my life back on track. I've now come to the conclusion that I will always be trying to get my life back on track, and that I'll just have to live with it! But life is good, life is fun and life continues. I hope you will find that reflected in this journal.
Read, enjoy, comment, leave me a tag and thoroughly enjoy yourself!
shame you've had less posts lately. I don't get too many either!!
Seriously, it just seems to be my week for sillyness!
The clocks went back at the weekend - I was so looking forward to my extra hour in bed, that I got confused and put the heating timer FORWARD an hour. I then forgot to adjust my alarm clock next to the bed, and Dave adjusted all the clocks in the living area so that they were correct. I woke up, and found that I had no idea what timescale I was on! It took ages for me to sort myself out!
Today, Dave (who has taken the day off) and I have just made the Christmas cake. The fruit soaked in brandy for 24hours, and more brandy has been added to the mixture. I then top up the brandy levels 3 times in the run up to Christmas. Last year, we were so full from Christmas that I didn't actually ice the cake until January, and we then didn't start it until nearly February! As you can tell from the title of this post, the mixture didn't just stay in the bowl... ok, so there were no spillages, but I obviously brushed hair out of my eyes at some stage, and put some mixture on my head! Hope its good for the complexion!
We have a fully functioning washing machine again. I adore it more than I did the last one, and that's saying something! The problem was that all the tubes it came with were too short, so we had to get extensions etc before I could use it. There is a marked difference between the cleanliness of clothes from the last machine and this one. I am impressed.
The funny thing is, my parents' washing machine broke down at the weekend, and they had to go out and buy a new one. (Less of a huge financial decision for them than it was for us!)
Dave and I are going for a meeting tonight, it's a bit of a top secret meeting, which is why I'm not going to say much more. Some of you know what its about, because I am a little excited... I just don't want to say too much, incase things don't go the way we hope. Sorry for being cryptic, but well...
Now its time for my rant. I am sorry for this... but it has been playing on my mind for a while.
As some of you know, I am a member of various support boards - both healthwise and for my professional life. I like to contribute and I like to be as positive as I can. I have my bad days, and I am entitled to post about them - just like everyone else - However, I make sure that I balance them with good things. I know that I will never get on with everyone on the messageboards I use - that's life, that's the wonder of diversity. I still have respect for these people and hope that I can provide some support and encouragement. I also agree with our right to not reply if we don't want to.
There is somebody on a messageboard that I use (and guys, it's not anyone who reads this - I'm quite sure about that!) who I feel is downright rude. I have responded with advice for this person, sympathised with this person's many problems, and can feel the frustration that this person has. However, whatever I post, this person NEVER acknowledges me. This person responds to everyone around them, but not me. This person never responds directly to any posts I make - often (to my paranoid self) tending to contradict them. Also, I know this person has serious health issues, but I am just really pissed off with their constant whinging. There are people who have shit in their life - look at the gorgeous Missus C and the delectable Missus M. They have so much shit (literally
) in their health but they still have a smile. FFS - I was diagnosed with terminal cancer at the age of 29! Ok, so it turned out to be more treatable than they originally thought, but I lived that diagnosis for nearly a year. I still had time to laugh, to smile and enjoy life. This person (to me) is all doom and gloom, and I hate that! Hey! Make time to smell the roses! Go and look at a sunset, start to live!
I apologise to people who read this who may have an idea about who I mean. Like I said, I'm sure this person doesn't read this - if this person does, and recognises themself, then I'm not going to apologise. My attitude on the messageboard towards you won't change, but I hope that your attitude to me does. If this is my paranoia then I'll just have to deal with it.
Right, now I'm off to wash cake mix off my face (or should I get Dave to lick it off!
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