I've never tried to write Poetry in my life, bloody shows too. My attempt at this has only bought heartache and an over indulgence of chocolate. All these words are whizzing round my brain unable to get out. Strange how the F word manages to find its way.
Since it's been ages since I last posted, thought I would update you all on what I have been doing. Not that you have been waiting with bated breath I'm sure. Anyway since I've started my English GCSE course back in September I have now decided to go to University.
So this year to prepare for it, I am going to do an Access course and the four subjects that interest me are Creative writing, Sociology, Law and Psycology. Need to do Maths GCSE also which I'm dreading as I'm crap at it. Once I've done that then I can hopefully pick and choose which Uni to go to.
This image I have of me in a cap and gown keeps coming to mind, so really I just have to go for it and follow my dream.
Everyone at the local adult education centre has been so helpful and friendly I cant go wrong.
Last week I had to do an Oral presentation, speaking for five minutes about anything that interests you. I chose ADHD, a subject that brings up so many different opinions. The fact that I was shaking like a leaf didn't matter as it's what and how you say things that counts. Communication is the key, still I'm glad I did it and its now out of the way.
Strange how things turn out, this time last year I really was stuck in a rut, now I'm looking at my future with positivity. It's made me stronger and determined, wish I'd done it years ago. Will continue to post, my homework has taken priority but I wont forget my little blog. Big Hi to all who read and occasionally post here, hope the new year has bought you good health and happiness.
See you later................
Yes, it's the Sales again. As if our credit cards haven't been crippled enough, off we trot to the shops happily getting into more debt. Why? Because tomorow is another day and there's bargains to be had.
HMV, a scene of complete chaos, people pushing and shoving, a nightmare I thought. After grabbing several DVD'S my heart sank as I joined the back of a very very long queue. I expected to be there ages but the art of queuing in England is notorious. No one DARES to cut in line, if you do it's at your own risk. Comments such as:
'Aint I big enough to see mate?'
'I was here first'. (followed by a loud tut!)
'Oi!' Stop pushing in'.
No English person wants to hear this, as everyone else in the shop stops what they're doing to throw dirty looks in their direction. I wouldn't be surprised if he or she was taken outside by an angry mob and given a right thrashing.
That's why you hear lots of 'Excuse me's' or 'I'm just looking'. It reassures the queuer immediatly and it's then they smile politely leaving the shopper to browse in peace.
I must have apologised to three or four people whilst stood in this queue, what for? All I did was stand there, bumping into people accidently and we all say sorry bloody stupid really. But that's the English for you. If someone knocked me over purposely I'd probably say it then...before smacking them in the mouth..for them to apologise to me....if they could still speak that is!
I can only wonder at these people who queue all night for the Harrod's sales. Little tent, a flask and a great place just eightieth in line. If they needed the loo, there is always someone who would save their place. I can't imagine that in America or am I wrong?
Consequently, I picked up 'My Name is Earl' DVD, needed some insanity after being so damn polite all day.
Christmas Eve, with all of Alex's presents hidden in Gary's car we had to wait till he FINALLY went to sleep. So it was gone one am when I could safely move them and arrange nicely in the lounge.
He's been on and on about this new 26inch TV getting really excited to the point of driving me insane.
As I had to wait so long for him to fall asleep I had one too many glasses of wine, so come 6am wasn't exactly bouncing out of bed with excitement when he crept in to wake me. In fact the pillow was velcroed to my head and I felt like shit.
It was worth the hangover, his face was a picture he loved the TV and all the presents. So the covert operation has come to a successful conclusion.
Did the usual ate loads. Created a town courtesy of My Sims Nintendo Wii. Aren't those games brilliant? I'm always going on about how amazing the graphics are but then again what do I know? All we had as kids was Paddle Tennis.
Anyway must dash, Alex is calling and my immediate presence is required.
See Ya Later.....................
Anyway hope you all had fun, catch ya later.....!!
Just heard Mariah Carey's song 'All I Want For Christmas', it so reminds me of Alex's very 1st Christmas. Now getting into the christmas spirit with help from a rather fetching bottle of Chablis.
Counting the days...........................hurry up what's Santa got for me...?
Better be good!
Sigh!!
Another glass Mmmmm dont mind if I do.
Did the Christmas shop today, what a nightmare. People seem to forget Christmas is just the ONE day. Do they really need umpteen bags of crisps, boxes and boxes of chocolates or three jars of cranberry sauce? Most of this stuff is wasted anyway. The world hasn't come to a stand still cos the shops are shut for the day.
My local supermarket was the last place I wanted to be, having done my back in last week I had to borrow my Dad's walking stick to hobble around, poking annoying people in the back of the head when they got in the way was the only reason I went in the first place. Had to find something amusing to do.
Now all my cupboards are full. Thank God I don't have to venture out again.
Time to sit back and watch all the festive films that will be on the box. Is the Wizard of Oz on again. Blimey I've only seen it a million times.
Happy Christmas fellow bloggers!
I was banished from my own kitchen today. Not allowed in, not even for a cuppa. My shouted questions through the door were ignored instead I was told to be go away and stop interupting. So I did.
Delicious aromas wafted through the closed door and my stomach rumbled. What was he doing in there? The suspense was killing me but remembering his words of warning I sat it out.
It was hard work, listening to the sounds of clattering plates and wondering what mess the kitchen was in. Low voices could be heard, I guess ringing Nan to ask advice was a good thing. Saved me the trouble of sorting it out later. Alex was cooking me a meal. He had been given a recipe by Nan at the weekend and was intent on getting it right so me poking my nose in would only ruin the surprise.
He came out every now and then to check I was alright (bless)and basically to remind me not to come in. Promises were made and I was sent upstairs to wash my hands.
Ten minutes later, I was called into the kitchen, dinner was finally ready.
He'd set the table and had placed a small candle in the centre which was glowing and creating a cosy atmosphere. As I sat down a plate of Spaghetti Bolognaise was placed in front of me. What do you think?, he said.
Tasting it with him watching me intently, I gave him my honest opinion. It was delicious. His face glowed with pleasure as he watched me eat his fantastic creation.
This was the first time Alex had been left unsupervised in the kitchen, I didn't mind about the onions on the floor, dried spaghetti all over the kitchen surfaces and gravy spilled on the hob. Not then anyway, as soon as dinner was over he was out of the door. Off to play football with his mates.
I sat for a while staring at our empty plates and the glowing candle, treasuring the moment. With a deep sigh, I knew it had to be done. Asking Alex only got me a look of surprise. 'You're joking', he said. I've done all the cooking'.
And now I've done all the washing up, and mopping down.
That's teamwork that is. Isn't it?!
