So here it is, merry Christmas, every body's having fun...
Christmas doesn't feel very christmasey, but at least the day doesn't quite feel like any other day I guess.
We opened our presents in the morning, it took longer than normal because I kept stopping everyone to take a picture. I wanted lots of memories from this Christmas. Mom had the most, and some of the loveliest presents. I got her a photo album and filled it with photos of the family, new and old. I also put a picture of me, my brother and older sister in a frame for her. She loved it. she also got some heated rollers that I think I will be borrowing in the not so distant future, along with her Curious perfume.
We're at Grandad's now. It's the first Xmas without Nan. We've just had Christmas Dinner and watched Inception. And I'm typing on my new Laptop. I like Typing on it, so I think more blogs now. :)
x
Saturday, 25 December 2010
Sunday, 26 September 2010
Feels like Christmas...
I think this mood has come on by the fact that I'm currently freezing cold and that we have a mulled wine air freshener. But it feels like christmas so badly. I love Christmas, it's my favourite holiday. :)
I remember last christmas so clearly, I remember present shopping with Ryan. We went into Town and I spent £20 in poundland on presents. I can remember going up an escalator and he said "Don't you feel cheap buying all your presents at poundland?" and I told him that at least this way everyone would get a present, and that's all that mattered. I didn't care that most of them never got me a present in return, because I loved the look on their faces when they wasn't expecting anything.
Another thing that I love about Christmas is the snow, it's like a magic blanket that can make even the uglist places look beautiful. Some of my fondest memories are at Christmas. Like the year we came down and we all had a bike each, waiting under the tree for us. Or the last year when Mom lured me into town, saying that she was given these vouchers for this Italian place in town and that we were going to go have a meal there. It turned out there were no vouchers, but she felt bad that Billie had gone to America and Italy that year and I had nothing. I remember the German market was in town, we were walking up towards it and I saw all the lights and the smiling faces and the big lit up sign declaring "Merry Christmas Birmingham" and I smiled so much. It was beautiful. And there was the big singing Moose there, that sings Christmas songs in different languages. We got to the Italian, but it was packed, then she let slip that there were no vouchers, so we went to Pizza Hut instead, it was so much better. Then, there was more, she had got us tickets to see New Moon. It was a perfect day.
Primary school was the best when I think of Christmas. I loved the little postbox where everyone would put there cards in and they would be sent to the people during that day, and singing christmas songs in assembly and the christmas dinner where we would have to sing "We wish you a merry christmas" to the dinnerladies before we could eat. And the nativity, and the Christmas party, I used to love that. I loved the group singing of the 12 days of christmas that we did every year aswell.
I also remember having the TV on the music channel when they would play nothing but Christmas songs and me, my mom and my sister would dance around the living room, singing along. And I remember when I came home one day from school to find that the whole of the house was decorated festivly, and I remember taking my nan around in the car so that she could see all the lights on people's houses.
Going back to my original point, I do think that it's important that everybody gets something. Before I had money, I would give away my own possesions as christmas presents as a last resort. I just love the way Christmas makes me feel, full of hope and new possibilities, it brings people closer together.
I remember last christmas so clearly, I remember present shopping with Ryan. We went into Town and I spent £20 in poundland on presents. I can remember going up an escalator and he said "Don't you feel cheap buying all your presents at poundland?" and I told him that at least this way everyone would get a present, and that's all that mattered. I didn't care that most of them never got me a present in return, because I loved the look on their faces when they wasn't expecting anything.
Another thing that I love about Christmas is the snow, it's like a magic blanket that can make even the uglist places look beautiful. Some of my fondest memories are at Christmas. Like the year we came down and we all had a bike each, waiting under the tree for us. Or the last year when Mom lured me into town, saying that she was given these vouchers for this Italian place in town and that we were going to go have a meal there. It turned out there were no vouchers, but she felt bad that Billie had gone to America and Italy that year and I had nothing. I remember the German market was in town, we were walking up towards it and I saw all the lights and the smiling faces and the big lit up sign declaring "Merry Christmas Birmingham" and I smiled so much. It was beautiful. And there was the big singing Moose there, that sings Christmas songs in different languages. We got to the Italian, but it was packed, then she let slip that there were no vouchers, so we went to Pizza Hut instead, it was so much better. Then, there was more, she had got us tickets to see New Moon. It was a perfect day.
Primary school was the best when I think of Christmas. I loved the little postbox where everyone would put there cards in and they would be sent to the people during that day, and singing christmas songs in assembly and the christmas dinner where we would have to sing "We wish you a merry christmas" to the dinnerladies before we could eat. And the nativity, and the Christmas party, I used to love that. I loved the group singing of the 12 days of christmas that we did every year aswell.
I also remember having the TV on the music channel when they would play nothing but Christmas songs and me, my mom and my sister would dance around the living room, singing along. And I remember when I came home one day from school to find that the whole of the house was decorated festivly, and I remember taking my nan around in the car so that she could see all the lights on people's houses.
Going back to my original point, I do think that it's important that everybody gets something. Before I had money, I would give away my own possesions as christmas presents as a last resort. I just love the way Christmas makes me feel, full of hope and new possibilities, it brings people closer together.
Thursday, 12 August 2010
Cherry Pie...
Some people are natural at cooking, but me, I've discovered, doesn't mix well with cooking. I still love it though, but it never seems to work for me...I follow all the instructions carefully, but what I get, and what everyone else gets, are worlds apart. I just made a Cherry Pie, it was a box mix, so it shouldn't have been that hard but the dough was first of all too sticky for the base, and then too crumbly for the lid... so it's sort of strange, I wonder if I'll even be able to get it out of the tin? The cherry mix in the middle was very thick aswell, I'm not sure if I did that right either. But I can smell it cooking and it smells alright I guess, so fingers crossed that everyone lives after eating it :D
Monday, 9 August 2010
Rolex
"Get out of the dishwasher!"
It's not really a phrase that you really thought you would ever use, let alone on a dog. But yes, my puppy Rolex likes to climb on the dishwasher and lick the door when we open it, so much so, that "Get out of the dishwasher!" has become a regular shouting around here, that and: "Stop biting me you devil dog!", "Stop chewing that!" and "Get out of there".
I thought I would dedicate this blog post to Rollie, because he is a complete nutter and keeps us all on our toes.
I was watching Chuck the other day with my dad (We have to watch it when my mom isn't around because she doesn't like it), when we hear this bang, like something falling down the stairs then a bump of someone following it. We both look at each other and know that Rollie is to blame. I pause the tele and go to see the cause of the problem, at my feet there is a bog brush, and about three steps up is Rollo, looking up at me with a look of pure innocence. We've had to put up a barrier at the top of the stairs now to stop him getting up there. Trust me, once you've stepped in dog poo in the morning in your own room, you don't want it to happen again. I know it's not pleasant to talk about, but he just left a little smelly present on the stairs, actually on a step. I've got to say, he's got talent to do it there, that is strange. He's also pulled up the lino by the front door and locked us in, as the door is jammed beneath it now. Happy days. Not.
The little devil stole my seat on the sofa as well, he jumped up and wedged himself behind me until I gave it up. He is clever though.
It's not really a phrase that you really thought you would ever use, let alone on a dog. But yes, my puppy Rolex likes to climb on the dishwasher and lick the door when we open it, so much so, that "Get out of the dishwasher!" has become a regular shouting around here, that and: "Stop biting me you devil dog!", "Stop chewing that!" and "Get out of there".
I thought I would dedicate this blog post to Rollie, because he is a complete nutter and keeps us all on our toes.
I was watching Chuck the other day with my dad (We have to watch it when my mom isn't around because she doesn't like it), when we hear this bang, like something falling down the stairs then a bump of someone following it. We both look at each other and know that Rollie is to blame. I pause the tele and go to see the cause of the problem, at my feet there is a bog brush, and about three steps up is Rollo, looking up at me with a look of pure innocence. We've had to put up a barrier at the top of the stairs now to stop him getting up there. Trust me, once you've stepped in dog poo in the morning in your own room, you don't want it to happen again. I know it's not pleasant to talk about, but he just left a little smelly present on the stairs, actually on a step. I've got to say, he's got talent to do it there, that is strange. He's also pulled up the lino by the front door and locked us in, as the door is jammed beneath it now. Happy days. Not.
The little devil stole my seat on the sofa as well, he jumped up and wedged himself behind me until I gave it up. He is clever though.
Sunday, 1 August 2010
Fears
Fears. We all have them. Take my puppy Rolex for example, he doesn't like to be alone. Even though all he does when you're there is moan and sleep, he just wants you to be there to witness it all. Like my life wouldn't be complete if I haven't sat around watching a puppy all day. If you leave the room, he will either follow you, or if you shut the door behind you, shriek and cry and jump at the door until someone opens it for him. It even means that every night now we have to take it in turns to sleep on the sofa downstairs so that he's not alone all night.
But it got me thinking, that everyone has some kind of fear, some people claim to be scared of nothing, but every one has that one thing that can bring them to the brink of tears. My mom's friend is terrified of Spiders, she can't even see a picture of one or hear someone talking about them without freaking out, whenever there's one in her house she calls my mom to come and remove it, it's quite funny to be honest.
With me, my fear is getting lost or left behind. It's a strange one, not one that most people have, and one that I didn't even know that I had until I got lost. I've always got lost, so you would think that I would be used to it, and so that it wouldn't be that big a deal, but it scares me to death, even if it's a journey that I have made a thousand times with a friend, if I make it alone, I'm always scared that I'll take a wrong turn somewhere and end up on some strange street in the middle of nowhere.
I guess we don't know our fears until we experience them in some way, or maybe the complete opposite, the fear of what might happen if what normally happens doesn't happen. Like Rolex, he has never been alone yet in his life, born into a large litter then put into a house that always has at least one person in it at all times.
I think that when we experience our fears, all rational thoughts go out the window, like when I get lost, I keep walking forwards, I never turn around and go back the way that I came, I never think that there's always an easy solution to my panic. I guess that's like life, sometimes we get blinded and keep on going forward, and we forget to turn back and see that we've missed the turn we were supposed to make, be that a friend we forgot to make up with, or a project that we didn't focus on enough, I think it's important to know though, that it's never too late to turn around and find our way back home again.
Charlee :)
But it got me thinking, that everyone has some kind of fear, some people claim to be scared of nothing, but every one has that one thing that can bring them to the brink of tears. My mom's friend is terrified of Spiders, she can't even see a picture of one or hear someone talking about them without freaking out, whenever there's one in her house she calls my mom to come and remove it, it's quite funny to be honest.
With me, my fear is getting lost or left behind. It's a strange one, not one that most people have, and one that I didn't even know that I had until I got lost. I've always got lost, so you would think that I would be used to it, and so that it wouldn't be that big a deal, but it scares me to death, even if it's a journey that I have made a thousand times with a friend, if I make it alone, I'm always scared that I'll take a wrong turn somewhere and end up on some strange street in the middle of nowhere.
I guess we don't know our fears until we experience them in some way, or maybe the complete opposite, the fear of what might happen if what normally happens doesn't happen. Like Rolex, he has never been alone yet in his life, born into a large litter then put into a house that always has at least one person in it at all times.
I think that when we experience our fears, all rational thoughts go out the window, like when I get lost, I keep walking forwards, I never turn around and go back the way that I came, I never think that there's always an easy solution to my panic. I guess that's like life, sometimes we get blinded and keep on going forward, and we forget to turn back and see that we've missed the turn we were supposed to make, be that a friend we forgot to make up with, or a project that we didn't focus on enough, I think it's important to know though, that it's never too late to turn around and find our way back home again.
Charlee :)
Friday, 30 July 2010
30/07/2010
Don't you find that routines can make us lazy? We can get so comfortable waking up at a certain time and always watching the same TV shows in the same order that we forget how to live our lives, after all, variety is the spice of life. Mix it up a bit. Wake up early one morning, go for a long walk with no destination in mind before you set off. Try something new.
Some times things are too predictable. Like you are guaranteed to see a gobby chav on a bike whilst walking around Weoley Castle, or my brother is guaranteed to end an apology with an accusation on someone else. My dog is guaranteed to chew your toes if you leave them bare and in his path when he's on a hyper. And my house is guaranteed to be nosier when people are trying to sleep than it is during the day.
But we become like robots, wake up, get dressed, watch TV, eat breakfast, day in day out. We get lazy, so comfortable in our little routines that we never break them to go outside, or have fun with friends, we would rather not break the routine. We get too wrapped up in our household lives that we feel too scared to break out of our shells.
Just an observation,
Charlee :)
Some times things are too predictable. Like you are guaranteed to see a gobby chav on a bike whilst walking around Weoley Castle, or my brother is guaranteed to end an apology with an accusation on someone else. My dog is guaranteed to chew your toes if you leave them bare and in his path when he's on a hyper. And my house is guaranteed to be nosier when people are trying to sleep than it is during the day.
But we become like robots, wake up, get dressed, watch TV, eat breakfast, day in day out. We get lazy, so comfortable in our little routines that we never break them to go outside, or have fun with friends, we would rather not break the routine. We get too wrapped up in our household lives that we feel too scared to break out of our shells.
Just an observation,
Charlee :)
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