connect with me

A friend told me we need to reconnect, so here I am, connecting.

I am connected everything on this planet, I am me, and I am related to everything and everyone. As are you. All connected, all related. Say it loud, let everyone hear. To bring peace we need to work together and admit that we are all connected to one another. Connected to the animals, the insects and the plants. Everything.

If you agree, say it loud, say it proud. Repost and pass it on.

a little piece of amusement to pass the day

I found a site called Damned to hell, which has about 5000 people damned already, I find it amusing and have had a little fun looking through a few of them.


Showing people's opinion of George W Bush is not very high.... Wonder what he'll have to do to get out.

A little heart broken perhaps?

Well that's most of us damned then....

amusing but probably not aimed at me

This amused me as I missed my friends birthday in January so I feel the shame even if its not aimed at me ;)


That's me too then...

I whole heartedly agree......




Showing people do care... :)


Took the film too seriously perhaps??


If you feel the need to damn someone this is where to go:

http://www.youaredamned.com/

A very long day indeed

Today is my grandmothers funeral, I feel a strange need to wear something she'd approve of, but what? She never liked me wearing black so that would be a contradiction in itself. I'm glad she's gone, there is no pain now, she's free. If reincarnation is real, what will she come back as? She gave up wealth for love, that's more than most people would do.

So off to wash some black clothes and tidy my house. I have an interview tomorrow at the prison, that will be a thrilling job lol. Oh well work is work, must not complain.

So here's to a very long day indeed.

Organising an Art Show!

Or at least trying to, since there aren't many people willing to assist. You'd think the word charity would get people wanting to help but it doesn't. No one is interested, figures really. I need to contact the charity that we plan on donating the funds to, not really sure what I am supposed to say to them mind.

"Oh hi, I'm holding an art show and we're giving you 75% of the profits, hope you like it!" Not quite right is it. Considering I won't know how much we're going to make if anything, and how do you make something like this successful? Who knows. I need somewhere big but the cost of the room is painfully high. Oh well, we will sort something out I'm sure.

Anyway I'll let you know when we're closer to organised.

budget cuts

www.wwf.org.uk/fightwildlifecrime

cutting cost again, that's all they seem to do these days.

A website wonder

Well more a wonder how I ever got as far as I have. No wonder you have to take courses in Dreamweaver, its so mixed up and messy, I've worked with programs that combine WYSIWYG and HTML but never one that made it look so complicated. If a picture doesn't work, it just doesn't show it. So you spend ages trying to work out why the html says theres a picture there but its not showing up. And then theres the frames. Agh! I hate frames, but I hate scrolling to the top to change page too.

But I'm a determind fool and I will get this done. Considering I've no formal qualifications in this I think I'm doing quite well, I've done worse. I've actually been asked to produce a website for the Southern Camerilla group. This pleases me, but at the same time, I've had barely any imput as to what they want. The fact that they've managed in a month, that which would have taken me about 45 minutes doesn't help.

http://www.borninblood.co.uk/delusions/

My friend Toby owns the site, I met him via a site called UK Metal Underground, unfortunately no longer running so far as I can tell. Lisa has a photography company I think so she's concentrating on that I suppose. Anyway, I entered a competition on his site (and won! A rare thing I can tell you), and we've been talking since, he was kind enough to let me use some of his webspace for free, I wish there was a way to say thank you but I am not exactly a rich person.

sad news

I was going to add this to the other post but its too significant for that. My grandmother died on Wednesday, Cynthia Marion Morrison Reynolds, 08/11/1920 to 04/04/2007. A good age to live to, if only her quality of life had been better before she died, I miss her already, I missed her before she'd died, the woman lying in her bed was a meer shell of the woman that had existed before.

Rest in Peace Nanny, we love you and miss you already.

A Welcome Surprise

I just had a most wonderful surprise this morning, someone knocked on my door. I don't know anyone round here, so that in iteself was a surprise. I look round at the door and who's face peers round at me? Amy! She was bringing the boys to see Thomas in town (the tank engine) and she stopped by to see me. How sweet is that? It really made me smile. She had a look in at Katy, who is currently having a doze. She chatted with Steph and all too soon, she was off again. I wish she could have stayed longer, but I'm staying at her's on Saturday. We're going to have a BBQ and then go out on the piss (or at least drink more than the recommendated daily dosage...). I would have arranged to go to thomas with her but Stephanie has chicken pox and so its best not to take her out. You never know who's had it and who hasn't, you know?

* On a little side note, I've just noticed my 3 year old daughter is singing along to Li'l Chris - Checking it out. Bless her.

the article that offended me...

lowri turners stay at home mums slate

Smug stay-at-home mums.

I read an article today by Lowri Turner, its relatively old now in terms of articles, old news you might say. The long list of comments is quite impressive in seeing peoples opinions on the subject, some applauding her, others more appalled.

I find myself wondering if Mrs Turner still thinks this way, what kind of school do her children go to? I know full well I am a minority but I do see both sides and I still disagree. I have walked in to the baby morning to get my children weighed, I get the odd looks and very rarely one of the other mothers will make the effort to talk to me. Yes there are groups of mums that wear similar outfits to each other, have matching buggies or prams and spend their time talking about some serious drivel. But I have never been mistaken for one of them, they would never been seen out in the amount of black that I wear. I've been mistaken for an "emo", as stereotypes go, I feel I'm far to cheerful for that.

I've also been treated like a "scummy single mother with no braincells", only staying at home to claim benefits. So which one am I? I wonder where Lowri would put me. The fact that I am happily married stops me from being the "scummy single mother", if this offends me, I hate to think how actual single mothers feel about the whole "you're a single mum, you must be scum" label. I wouldn't class myself as a "smug stay-at-home mother" either, what with the fact that my buggy is not the right one, I don't drive a 4x4 (I don't even drive, and would rather not if I thought it possible). I'm even looking for a job, though my dream would be to make something of my art or my writing. So who are these smug stay-at-home mums, can she shame and name? No, that's too dangerous. She's obviously in a very middleclass area, because I've not met any myself. Most of them are far to normal and down to earth when you put your bias aside and talk to them.

I have tattoos, piercings, I love rock music, yes my eldest is whiney and whingy, but we've recently had a new baby and she's not so sure about her, not now she can follow my eldest around. But she says please and thank you, she says pardon me, and even excuse me when she breaks wind, although there's always the obligatory burst of giggles first.

So, where does that leave us? With the middle class mums and their unnecessary need for 4x4's (even I have to admit their pointlessness in a town, I saw 7 going into the local school just last week!)? With the scummy single mums? Or how about emo's? Hell, why stop there, I'm a benefit fiend trying to get into the horrid world of working mother.

Well lets just say, stereotypes suck, labels are useless and judging on appearance, or on occupation, just shows jealousy. You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, if you don't like the way people judge you then don't judge them. I don't read the bible, but there is one line I will always agree with.

Let he without sin cast the first stone.

I decided to post that story on Storywars, thanks to Blogger for that idea, it was fun to write.

http://www.storywar.com/disp_story.php?storyid=38&uview=1

The bald frog with the wig.

Once there was a bald frog named Frank, he hated the fact that he had no hair, no one had told him it was normal for frogs to have no hair. But he lived in a pond where he only saw people and no other frogs. He saw people with long hair, short hair, curly hair and straight hair. Blond hair, black hair, red hair, even pink hair. He had to have hair. But where would a frog get hair from.

Then one day, he was swimming around in the pond when someone, walking past, dropped their bag, all the contents spilled out across the floor. Obviously in a hurry, they gathered up the contents and hurried right on, they however, managed to miss a hair brush. A hair brush with a rather large amount of blond hair in it. Frank was delighted, he pulled and pulled on the hair until some came off. He placed the hair carefully on his head and hopped slowly back to the pond, careful not to drop the hair along the way. The hair made a fabulous wig, he thought to himself, he sat there for at least an hour admiring himself.

What distracted him was a rather large croak. He turned to see a lady frog sat on a lily pad in the middle of the pond. She was staring straight at him.

Now as I said before, Frank had never seen another frog before, can you imagine his surprise when he noticed she had no hair!

Suddenly she started laughing at Frank, she laughed so hard she fell right off her lilypad!

"What are you laughing at?" Ask Frank, feeling completely bemused.
"You in that silly wig, didn't you know that frogs don't have hair?"
"No." Frank was going shy now and couldn't find a place to look.
"I bet you're much more handsome without it, throw it away and come for a swim" she said smiling.
Frank grinned, chucked the wig and jumped right in.

And the moral to the story, be happy with what you have, because someone will always find you beautiful.

Story time

So I decided to write a blog, no real reason, just somewhere to spill the beans, rant and rave, or just post things I find interesting.

Yesterday I joined a new site, Storywar, I posted my first story today, and I was very pleased to get my first rating of 8 out of 10. This pleased me greatly. I've only been rated once, so this doesn't mean much but at the same time it means a lot. I hope one day to actually be a publised writer, and I don't feel that clicking on the publish button at the bottom of this page is going to have quite the same feel to it, if you get what I mean. I'm writing a collection of short stories, but so far I've only done 4 and they need more than a little work. But at least I've started, I guess thats better than nothing. I think if I expand on this one, it could quickly become another one for the pile.

http://www.storywar.com/disp_story.php?storyid=36&uview=1

Feel free to take a nosy, it is after all the point to the site.