Monday, 29 February 2016

Day 20, Say Yes. Forty Days Of Patience (and other good stuff)

 

So, Facebook told me it was the 29th of February today. Leap year! I spent a good while looking through all the #leapyearproposal on Instagram and it was fantastic.
Plenty of 'he said yes' 'omg, we're getting married' and the like that just melts my heart, yeah I'm a typical Pisces; loyal, creative and unashamedly romantic.

As I was scrolling through I was wondering what was going through these girls' minds as they were asking their beau for their hand in marriage. How important it was to them.
Wouldn't it be great if we only ever asked the important questions, we only ever asked someone something meaningful and productive? I think that came out wrong, I'm not saying don't ever speak unless you have something mindblowingly profound and groundbreaking, just think about the things you're asking and rephrase slightly.
I'm certainly guilty of this, but I'm starting to edit myself before the words fall out. If the full binbag that was next to the front door is still there two days in a row a simple 'shall we take the bins out?' is far less naggy than 'see you've still not taken the bins out'. Right?

So as tradition dictates, I am asking you to say yes today and for the rest of your life, to rethinking the questions you ask and the statements you make and maybe, just maybe, your answers will always be positive.


Rating ~ Heck, yes!

Sunday, 28 February 2016

Day 19, Roll with it. Forty Days Of Patience (and other good stuff).

Well, here we are. Day nineteen. This morning I had a cracking lie in then we went to Church for Mass and the first Scrutiny.
It was a pretty mad one as the Church is being refurbished so it's in a place just round the corner. It was nice all the same. Our group had to stand at the front and whilst the awkwardness of not knowing where the blimmin heck to stand lingered for a few minutes, it was a pretty overwhelming experience. We got a round of applause from the remaining congregation and I was welling up on and off for the rest of the service. The bit were the kids come out always kills me. I'm used to the little ones sending their messages to Jesus about how they will behave in the coming week and things they pray for their friends and family, but these guys stood up and did a bit of a song. Lovely, again, I welled up!
When we got home we had a full English then unfortunately I fell asleep for the majority of the day! I'm really going to have to look at my diet you know. Well, it's not that I eat loads of crap, but whenever I have a big meal it just drains all my energy and I have to snooze lol.

Tomorrow is the official start of my holiday, good times. Yet I learnt this morning that there is now no-one available to cover me. I'm a tad torn. Yesterday's post, if you'll remember was unwritten as I was having an off day, but the jist was that I'd realised that my main frustrations throughout all areas of my life are unexpected things that mess with my plans and timeline.
Yesterday's outburst was caused by the fact I needed to get a urine sample from Geoff, feed the kits, empty the litter tray and make a brew all at the same time. Now I almost managed it (although I was a bit pissed that my boyfriend didn't make that brew) but I miscalculated Geoff's weeing time, what a crazy sentence, and he finished before I had chance to move him and get the sample.

Now, I have two options here. Go into work and back burn all my plans for the coming week (some of which are date sensitive, however) or stay at home with the slight niggle of what I'm going to be walking into when I get back.
I'll be honest, I wish I wasn't privy to this information and maybe something could have just been sorted without me even knowing. But now I know, maybe it's some sort of test. One to which I don't know the answer.
Or maybe I do? I get sooo stressed when something happens out of the blue, like it's my fault that I hadn't thought of this random unexpected thing. I really do beat myself up about these things. But (cheese alert) that's life! Shit happens, roll with it. In truth, this scenario crossed my mind on Thursday, I've already done all I can to resolve it from my end and now I have to remain resolute and just go with it. The world will not fall if I take my eye off it right? Maybe this is a test, but not in an obvious way, my first instinct is to go in, to be of service. That's the easy choice, but the true test for me personally is giving up control, or the sense of it at least.

I feel bad but lighter, a tough choice. So here's a little Dumbledore quote to make us all feel better;

Dark times lie ahead of us and there will be a time when we must choose between what is easy and what is right.

Rating ~ Hmmmm




Cats are good for the soul

How cool is it when you wake up in the morning and you have two sweet angels snoozing on top of you?
This fine Sunday morning I chose to have a little bit of a lie in. We didn't have to be at Church until half eleven so I set my alarm for 10.
Of course Geoff woke me at around 8 with his usual gusto but my boyfriend got up shortly after that and gave them their breakfast so I got the benefit of a full on snoozefest.
When my alarm finally went off I awoke with a sense of peace and happiness, had a little stretch and then realised the lower half of my body was numb. Had I had some weird seizure? No, two little snuggle kits were getting a bit of full belly rest on the cosiest place they know (me).


I am so lucky to know the love of a cat, better still two cats! When a cat is in love with you, you know it.
It's such an honour and for this I am truly thankful.
I think at this point I should mention that my broodiness is calling for more to add to our number. As you can see you can fit another one or even two (or three) there.

What better sight to wake up to than your happy snoozy cat, right?
So yeah, next time you think your internal organs have been irreparably damaged or that someone has cut off your legs in your sleep, take a minute to remind yourself just how lucky you are to be loved so much.
It's good for your soul, knowing that you have been chosen, as we know, cats can be a tad fussy and they don't give their love to any Tom, Dick or Harry like a dog would. Enjoy it, embrace it and give it back, even if it does make you walk with a limp for the rest of the day.


Saturday, 27 February 2016

Day 18, I am a fool. Forty Days Of Patience (and other good stuff)

I'm feeling a bit off today, I think it's the impending birthday next week and the usual empty void chipping away at me. Once this weekend is over and we get past Tuesday then I'm pretty confident I'll be back on track.
I had a whole post planned on going off on the deep end but I just do not have the energy to put it into words. I did however do a printable for you.


Just click on the pic to go to the file. It's a cheeky little 5x7" in simple black and white so you can just print and frame, put it on your fridge or even use as a screensaver.
It is taken from Proverbs 29:11

Fools give full vent to their rage, but the wise bring calm in the end.


Rating ~ I am a fool

Friday, 26 February 2016

Day 17, Joy comes in the morning. Forty days of patience.

Hey guess what, I actually managed to get that early night last night. I was pretty much away as soon as my head hit the pillow, had to check Instagram first mind you.
I'm not sure if I woke up naturally or if it was Geoffy violently washing my hair to let me know his belly was empty, but it was just after 5. Way before our alarms even started going off.

joy comes in the morning printI have this thing about getting up super early, but sadly since we've moved into the new flat I haven't managed to do it. Maybe it's the heating or I'm just too comfortable there but to be honest, it's only when my boyfriend is leaving for work and he's practically lifting me out of bed that my eyes finally open.

Why do I adore getting up so early? Because Joy comes in the morning, I tell ya!. Now, I'm not 100% sure of when/where I first discovered this psalm but the line just blew me away. There's a few variations of it around with different wordings etc. but they're all the same when you boil it down. Although my interpretation is not the same as intended, it struck a chord with me

For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life; weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.


So I was lucky enough to have a few joyous moments throughout the day. The first, obviously was that inner happiness that only comes with a good night's sleep. As I was up first today I got to feed the kits their breakfast. They get SOOOO excited when it's 'feeding time' doing little dances, singing songs, hanging off our legs by the claws and just generally being gannets.


As you can see, Una is mid song whereas Geoff is trying his very best to zone himself out of the food excitement!
The dayjob went particularly well although there was a point were I was slightly fizzing with rage. First off, now remember here, I've been preparing for my holiday for two whole weeks, making sure that pretty much all that needs to be done is handle any day to day problems and a couple of random bits. Then my boss asked me to complete yet another job I would have done whilst I'm away.
Thing is, this task had pinged in my mind two weeks ago, I made provisions for it, planned for it and made sure there would be time to do it. So that really tipped me over. Lol, cripes, I was slamming around, tutting, rolling my eyes the LOT!

You know, I would hate to be my boss, I'm a bloody awful employee. So yeah, I feel bad about my reaction there but for the love of flip, that's the kind of thing that makes me want to throw in the towel, I mean come on, I do have a level you know, I am not a robot!
A little while later I got a nice little surprise and another surge of joy. I'd let slip about my birthday next week as a few times there was hoo-haa over who was having which weeks off. Now I'll take any week, but my birthday I like to burrow away and forget about it, nothing special and barely any recognition so I always take the week off and I won't swap! lol

Turns out there's been a card passed round, plus I got balloons (omg they're amazing) chocolates, cakes and there's even a gift arriving when I get back to work! I felt rather warm and glowy. I do love my colleagues so, the little secretive sods! ☺




Rating ~ Keep me burning





Thursday, 25 February 2016

Day 16, Forty Days Of Patience, just be nice.

Super short post tonight as I'm planning on an early night for my FINAL DAY AT THE DAY JOB TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!

Before work this morning I shared a post on here about a new range of cards I'd just listed. They are thank you cards that I'd been inspired to make during the Valentine's rush. They are little cat faces and their message is a simple one; 'you're nice'.
I thought seen as I'd started off the day with a lovey dovey be nice theme I'd try and carry on the day like that.
It was really icy this morning and I was busy scraping off my car with an old debit card (all mod cons here) when one of my neighbours came over and offered me some of her de-icer. It actually blew me away, she was parked two cars away so really, she could have just ignored me but she took the time to come over and help. How simple! Such a small gesture from a stranger (I'd never even seen this woman before) that made my day!

I guess sometimes when you set out on something, it can come back to you too.




Rating ~ Warm & fuzzy


Tell someone how nice they are.

I've been feeling rather lovey dovey recently. In my business, Valentine's starts just before Christmas and ends a few days after the big day itself. So I'm in luuurve mode for a good month or so! How nice is that! You won't get that in a regular dayjob, although I guess the fact that the supermarkets had Easter eggs along with V-Day cards could count, but I'm pretty sure that kind of thing might do my head in!

So I just wanted to share this new set of cards I made this week. They're so cute and you can use them for pretty much any occasion really, maybe you're saying sorry, thank you, I miss you, or just use them as they are to say 'You're Nice'.

Who doesn't love being told they're nice right? In this day and age it's hard to take a compliment but I'm giving you permission, just take it!

Here we go, made in four super bright colours with little vintage kitty heads (not as graphic as it sounds) tell someone how much they mean to you today, plus they can also be framed to display the niceness forever! ♥


Wednesday, 24 February 2016

Day 15, I am burdened with glorious purpose. Forty Days Of Patience.

Well, I've had a bit of a mixed day today. I almost managed to finish my 'week in a day' challenge but I lost a bit of time here and there. On the whole I'm made up with what I accomplished though, woop, woop!
I've been enjoying a bit of a movie night tonight, started off with 'Precious' and now it's 'Avengers Assemble' I've seen them both before but I just need a bit of background noise while I tinker around.
Anyway, one of my fave all time characters, Loki just blew me away with this cheeky little line;
 'I am burdened with glorious purpose' 
I love this guy because he knows what he wants and he doesn't dick around, he's just the right kind of bad yet has that vulnerable side that makes the fangirls fall in love and buy his merchandise (ouch)!

But yeah, the burden of glorious purpose, what a meaningful choice of words. We generally use the word burden in a negative sense, for example 'I don't want to burden you'. However, it has a couple of meanings, one of which is the measure of anything being carried. Who wouldn't want to be burdened with a purpose of glory!


I'd like to think that I carried that glorious load today & blimmin well delivered it too. It's just a matter of getting your head in the right place.
The great thing about language is that the words we use, whilst as a basic function to get our message across, can be used in many ways and have various meanings. The situations we find ourselves in can also be interpreted in different ways; I could get myself really worked up knowing that the only way I will return from my holiday to a calm workplace, is to complete the work I would have done while I was off now. But it's far, far easier for me to just make it a challenge, smash it and save myself and everyone else the stress.
Now that's not me being a dick and thinking the work won't get done next week because everyone is slacking off, far from it. For some reason, luck, coincidence, divine intervention, stuff happens when I step away, it became a bit of a running joke for a while.
So next time you're presented with a heavy burden, try and make it glorious eh?

We also got Geoffy's blood results back. The Vet wasn't happy with his kidney function as it has deteriorated since the first time we brought him in. He's now on a new special food and we have to take him in again on Saturday with a urine sample (that's a fun catch) and for him to get more antibiotics. I won't dwell on this too much for now until we know more details, but if you can, please put him in your prayers.


Rating ~ Smashed it

Tuesday, 23 February 2016

Day 14, Fail to plan, plan to fail.

I've written three different blog posts this evening and deleted them all. Topics included awkward baby conversations, Doctor Who and writers block.

I guess it's a good sign that I have nothing to whine about, or at least nothing that seems justified to whine about, yeah I've had a couple of frustrating moments today but that's purely down to my own expectations.
Maybe we should revisit the little Corinthians passage today.

Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. 


You may not be able to notice it but these last two weeks have seen a real difference in my general pissed off meter levels, I'm much more calm and even accepting which is a new one on me. I implore you to explore this for yourself, even for a few days. I can guarantee you'll feel the benefit.

As a side note, tomorrow at the dayjob I will be attempting to complete almost a weeks worth of work in a day. I am untold excited to get stuck in. I set everything out before I left tonight so I can bulldoze my way through from the start.
Now, I'm only mentioning this as I've been planning it meticulously. My pal is on holiday this week so I'm on my own. I'm not boasting here, honestly, but I can easily manage that workload once in a while when I'm on top form (which incidentally I am at the moment). Once it's all done I can relax knowing everything is on track for while I'm on holiday next week. 
Best laid plans & that.


Rating ~ Got there in the end




Monday, 22 February 2016

Day 13, Forty Days Of Patience (and other good stuff)

In another life I am a special fx makeup artist, I am particularly proficient in scars, open wounds and bruising and I spend most of my time working on location in America. It's too hot for my constitution out there however so I try and get in the workshop as much as poss. Me and my workmates spend a lot of time building models and prosthetics and finding new techniques to get that true gore effect. You've probably seen a fair whack of our creations in the plethora of movies our work has been featured in and yeah, I can guarantee you've shit yourself!
We've won awards, written books, worked on various crime dramas in a consulting capacity and our YouTube Channel has over 15 million subscribers!

In my actual life. I run a small online design business and I'm pretty good at writing witty quips, insightful quotes and taglines. I spend most of my time working at my dayjob, the Pharmacy. It's too monotonous for my creative constitution so I try and get into Photoshop as much as poss.
I spend a lot of time moving words and letters around on a screen and drawing little pictures of zombies and cats.
You might have seen a fair whack of my work across the plethora of websites that have featured my designs and yeah, I can guarantee at least one will make you smile!
I've been accepted onto a major curated website, worked on countless commissioned works and I built my business up from nothing, all by myself.

You know, I've written the obligatory sum up paragraph about three or four times now and it's all sounded like a bunch of cheesy mush. So I'll just leave you with this;

Your 'actual' is someone else's idea of 'another'.

Rating ~ Grateful 






Sunday, 21 February 2016

Day twelve, Forty Days Of Patience (and other good stuff).

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was never.

I've been bad again Lynn, to use another Patridge'ism. It was brought up in our classes a few weeks ago that most people think about confessing a sin as being something along the lines of murder; something really big like holding up a bank or a hit & run. I gotta say that's how I thought of it aswell.

Now, I'm not sure if it's for me to say, yeah I'm a big fat sinner, but today I did/said a couple of things that have been weighing on my mind.
Simple and stupid things that actually, I feel really bad about. First off, now before I start I think I should let you know a bit of background. My boyfriend makes a full English for us every Sunday. The last two we've missed as one he wasn't well and the other we were getting ready for the Cathedral visit. He was about to make it this morning when a few things happened and he had to raz out so he said that we'd just have a bacon butty instead as he had stuff to do later on.
I threw a small fit and he eventually agreed to make the breakfast as planned.

The second thing, (funnily enough again revolving around food), I made myself some salt & pepper bread toast for tea smothered in butter, mmmmm. Geoff as you know is back on track health wise and he was extremely interested in my small but delicious meal so set up camp next to me on the arm of the chair. I could see him inching unabashedly closer to my plate until he eventually had his head over it getting a good wiff of the toast. It was at that point I shouted at him to f**k off and I pushed him away off the chair.

I could have probably handled both situations a bit better. The fact that both things have been on my mind since they happened tells me I've done something wrong. Now, I know Geoff's already forgiven me as both him, Una and myself have just had a cracking game of hallway ping pong with headbumps all round. I'll apologise to the other man in my life when he gets home in a bit.

In brighter news today I managed to get this picture of Una pondering what life would be like on the outside. She came to the conclusion that she's blissfully happy where she is. I absolutely adore this shot, it's funny how God throws us little nuggets like this, don't you think? Whatever you've got going on there is always something beautiful to be found to brighten up your day, oh and don't forget those apologies/confessions.

PS. I've had wicked bad toothache today so I'm going to use that as an excuse for my short fuse!




Rating ~ Must try harder



Day eleven, Forty Days Of Patience (and other good stuff).

It's Saturday today, my day off I guess. Although when you sell online it's a 24/7 kinda gig. We took Geoffy for his checkup at the Vets in the morning and boy, this visit was a lot different to the last couple. He near took my face off trying to get him into the cat box, luckily I know his moves so I managed to get away with just a few scratches to the wrist. You'd be surprised at the strength of a 3.5kg cat, oooof!
So our Vet was pleased with his recovery but took more bloods to do a final level check to rule anything underlying out. We'll get the results Monday or Tuesday.


After the dayjob yesterday I was left feeling a little pensive, I guess death with do that to a gal. So I arranged to meet my big sis and great nephew round at my mum & dad's today. I'd been feeling a bit bad about writing off another January and half of February to the Valentine's madness in the shop. I don't know if you're here for the Forty Days series or you've come via my online channels but I have a Valentine's card that tends to get a little crazy and take over my life, same thing happened last year too, I just go AWOL for six weeks. I'm pretty pleased with myself for coping with a full time job this time round, so big woops to me, right! lol

So yeah, some family time was much needed this afternoon and I had an amazing time with my little great nephew. Now, he's my nephew's son so not only is he great because he's so super cool, but he's my great nephew in title too. It's a real pleasure having a little one around, he'll be four this year and it's just a joy to watch him developing his own little world. I could gush on but I'll only end up setting myself off on a downer and ain't nobody got time for that!

I'm still a little off kilter after what's happened which worries me somewhat. I gotta say I've been blessed with an immense bounce back mechanism which serves me pretty well the majority of the time, I'll generally have a bit of a wobble, and that's that, done and out. This one is a bit harder, death is such a weird catalyst don't you think? Such a dark time but it doesn't half shine the light on a few things that are possibly on their way out in your own life. I get itchy feet you see, and the last time I experienced this kind of scrutiny I lost my best friend and quit my job!
The first thing I regret deeply, I'm a terrible friend, always been a boyfriend kind of girl (boy version explanation here) but that's a whole other post. The latter was the best decision ever! So this is my worry, what impulse will I act on if this lingers longer than I can zone out. Our Priest says we shouldn't worry about anything and that's a tough call isn't it? I'll have to carry on rolling and pray for right track I suppose.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight. Proverbs 3:5-6



Rating ~ Think on



Friday, 19 February 2016

Day ten, Forty Days Of Patience (and other good stuff).


Black Friday

I lost another patient today, that's two in a fortnight. The one last week I never met or even spoke to, but with the first issue of an end of life prescription or 'death pack' as I call it (purely to divert the emotion and magnitude) shortly before Christmas, all of us at work became more involved and concerned with the care and wellbeing of this gentleman.
It was a relatively quick decline but a slow fade that was almost excruciating at times to be a part of, mine and my colleague's role in this man's life was simply to ensure he received the medications the Doctors and Nurses prescribed. We spoke to his family, liaised with the relevant people and he, along with everyone else involved were in my prayers daily.
When we got the news he had passed away, I felt a kind of relief for him and his family, it seems wrong to admit that but when you can hear the overwhelming desperation, pain, hopelessness and fear in someone's voice like that of his relatives then yeah, it's a hard reaction. I could see it when they dropped off his old medications for destruction (another stark reality of working in this gig). I gave condolences from all of us and said we're here if they need anything, there was sadness but a little spark of hope and for the life of me I really regret not giving that poor woman a hug.
I hope she takes comfort in knowing he's somewhere SO cool right now and that he's thankful he raised such an amazing woman.

My second patient, a lady this time, was the kind of old dear that has you bamboozled, she must have been approaching, or in her 90's yet she was still pin sharp.
Quick witted, funny and kind and I had the pleasure of talking with her quite a bit over the last few months. Her passing came totally out of the blue, yes, she was admitted into hospital briefly last week but we see this a lot and the majority of our patients will return home and get back to normal straight away.
This one made me cry in a different way, not relief, but sadness. I will miss her. If I ever have a baby girl (I really want all boys because girls are generally a pain in the arse) this woman's name is definitely a front runner.
I got a phonecall from her daughter in-law later in the afternoon and when I told her how much we all loved her mother in-law and that she will be greatly missed, she sounded pretty surprised and almost proud. I'm not sure how I picked that up but yeah, it's funny how you can leave such an impact that even those closest to you know nothing about. I can only hope that one day I can do the same, although I doubt it as I'm a bit of a recluse but at least I'm always nice to the guys at the Post Office.

Cripes. This is a very woeful post today isn't it?
I guess the overall message is we will all have an impact on someone. I'm 100% sure my patient from last week had absolutely no clue I was praying for both strength for his loved ones and peace & comfort for him. I even prayed that we'd have no trouble getting his medications to the house.
We'll never know who we affect so I suppose we should just be nice to everyone (even the mean ones) or just turn the other cheek & that. Or actually, maybe when we get to Heaven we'll have the option of watching our 'life ripples', a sort of Netflix type thing where it will just keep on constantly playing episode after episode with different people's reaction on hearing the news of our deaths.


Rating ~ Sleep tight sweet souls 





Thursday, 18 February 2016

Day Nine, Forty Days Of Patience (and other good stuff).

I've been staring at the cursor pulsing on my screen for a good few minutes now, it's funny but I'm pretty sure it's lined up with my heartbeat.

I'm feeling, over this last couple of days that I've not really had much in the way of frustrations to deal with so I'll be honest: I've been struggling to write. It's not that I want all these trials and tribulations, but the title of this series is after all, Forty Days Of Patience and I don't want my readers sitting there thinking, wow, this is shite.
Then just this evening as I was checking the time on my iphone, it slipped out of my hand and landed face down on the hard concrete floor. I knew straight away it had shattered from the sort of dull popping sound it made on impact.
My initial reaction was excitement, how WEIRD is that!? Has my brain somehow rewired itself since going to the Cathedral on Sunday? I said to my other half on the way back that day, I felt a bit different, a bit lighter, open, all strange and out of the ordinary traits measured against my usual sunny disposition (ahem).
Why was I excited that my phone had shattered? At that point I didn't even know if it was still working. Well, I wanted to see what kind of shape the glass shards had taken, I thought it might look pretty cool. I should have been fuming, that phone is the link to my business while I'm out and about, emails, social media, all that stuff, possibly gone.
You know I think I may have even let out a small ooops snigger as it dropped. But why am I so ok with this? How come my car doors being iced shut this morning didn't even break a swear, how come I just sat and waited patiently when the binmen came just as I was about to reverse out of the carpark and I had to wait for three whole minutes?

Two options, one, stupid girlish hormones. I have about 2 days a month when I feel marginally great emotions wise (that's a mere 24 days a year, take note boys, this is what we're dealing with here). But that happened last Tues/Weds so, there's the other option. I can't even word what that is, but if you've felt it then you'll know. If you've been on this journey then you'll know and believe me, I sincerely regret using the word journey there so sorry about that!
What I can describe is, if you'll humour me for a moment. Two magnets. At the moment they're facing the wrong way, accept one is angling slightly so there's a pull and a push at the same time. At some point soon one will flip fully and they we be stuck, whole, one big fat strong magnet, and you can't pull it apart again.

I'm not saying I've conquered the whole patience thing, there's 31 days to go, but I've certainly surprised myself so far.


Rating ~ Magneto






Wednesday, 17 February 2016

Day Eight, Forty Days Of Patience. I got nothin'.

Cripes, it's day EIGHT and I got nothin' for you. No nuggets, no gems and no trials.

I asked my lovely boyfriend just now, what I should talk about, he said just write what you've done....

Well, today I have mostly been watching one of my favourite men in the whole world (obvious people excluded, naturally). I'm a sucker for a comedic chameleon and I have been known to binge my boxsets for weeks at a time. What makes matters worse is now I have Netflix so it's pretty constant.
So who is this man? Steve Coogan, yep, that's my guy.
I watched I'm Alan Partridge getting ready for the day job this morning and on my dinner hour, the Pharmacist at work was watching Mid Morning Matters on his dinner and now I have The Trip on in the background whilst I type. There are three dvd's constantly in rotation in my office, Complete Coogan, The League Of Gents (another obsession) and Prometheus.
I read a proverb today that explains in succinct perfection why I love these guys so much;

As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another. 


What's the delio with Prometheus? Well, if you ask my boy then he'll tell you this is the only film I ever watch, yeah, I watch it alot and pretty much know all the words. Out of the whole Alien saga, this is my favourite.
By the way, did you know that Alien was released the same year as me? We're both still standing, albeit me with a gammy hip, pretty impressive after all these years right?

I can give you a cheeky little nugget from Prometheus actually, sod it, you can have the print I made for myself. There's a character David, who sort of models himself on Lawrence Of Arabia so he watches it over and over. And there's a famous scene in the film (here) where we've both snagged the line.
So here you go, just click on the picture and you'll go to a page where you can download it to your computer and print it off.
Don't worry though, it's the original design and not this picture of a picture!
This little quote has got me through some tough times and once you can master it (minding, or not, as the case my be) then you're pretty much set for any situation.

That's that for today, I do hope you've enjoyed my drivel. 

Rating ~ Don't mind


Tuesday, 16 February 2016

Day Seven, Forty Days Of Patience (and other good stuff). Thankful, kind & spinach.

Welcome to day seven.

Cracking time at the day job today, although I did have one little accident that in a previous life, I probably would have gone a bit off on the deep end at.
Incase you didn't know, my day job is popping tablets out in to weekly trays for patients who otherwise have trouble remembering to take their meds, or at which times etc.
This morning I'd just finished a batch of four weeks and I knocked off a full tray, the tablets sprayed all over the floor and I had to start that week again. A little annoying, yes, but I barely even flickered.
Good times.

This evening was our meeting at Church and as usual I left with a head full of thoughts, it takes a good few days to digest a lot of it, which I love. We touched on briefly, a few ideas that were in the Church weekly newsletter which incidentally, was what sparked an idea for this blog series. I managed to find a copy online so here it is;

Fast from judging others - Feast on the Christ dwelling in them. Fast from emphasis on differencesFeast on the unity of life. Fast from apparent darkness - Feast on the reality of light. Fast from thoughts of illness – Feast on the healing power of God. Fast from words that pollute – Feast on phrases that purify. Fast from discontent – Feast on gratitude. Fast from anger – Feast on patience. Fast from pessimism – Feast on optimism. Fast from complaining – Feast on appreciation. Fast from negatives – Feast on affirmatives. Fast from bitterness – Feast on forgiveness. Fast from self-concern – Feast on compassion for others. Fast from discouragements – Feast on hope. Fast from lethargy – Feast on enthusiasm. Fast from thoughts that weaken – Feast on promises that inspire. Fast from shadows of sorrow – Feast on the sunlight of serenity. Fast from idle gossip - Feast on purposeful silence. Fast from problems that overwhelm – Feast on prayer that strengthens.

I hope this gives you a few ideas for yourself, it's never too late.

So my main theme today was to be kind and thankful. Today I've been thankful for a lot of things. The chocolates that my boyfriend had bought me for Valentine's Day coupled with the fact that for Lent, he has given up chocolate! Geoff is almost fully recovered and he gave me the most wonderful greeting when I got in from work this evening. Our area manager rang and said we had to go and help at another branch, no problem as we'd worked hard all last week so we could afford to be a man down.

My act of kindness? Buying a gift for a patient. I try not to get too attached to my patients as in my line of work, they're very often old and frail and don't always stick around for too long :(

From time to time however, I let a few into my heart, one particular lady, I'll call her Tilly for the sake of patient confidentiality, I speak to atleast a couple of times a week and I've grown quite fond of her. I told her I'd bought myself a juicer and she ended up buying one herself. We've been exchanging recipes and tips and showing off about how good we feel. Funny thing is, she can't find spinach in any of the shops near her so I said I'd send her a bag with her next prescription.

Her new meds are due out for delivery tomorrow, so I bought her a nice big bag and I'm going to wrap it up and send it to her in the morning. I'm SO looking forward to her reaction, I bet she thinks I've forgotten.

Well that's that for today, it's getting late and I need my beauty sleep!

Rating ~ Dreamy



Monday, 15 February 2016

Day six, Forty days of patience (and other good stuff).

Hey, guess what! I love zombies and funnily enough, a fair few zombie killers have led me to open my bible.

So tonight saw the return of The Walking Dead, hence my theme for today. You may not realise but TWD is peppered with religious messages and influence, the largest of those was ofcourse Hershel. Now, I couldn't possibly sum up the magnificence of the writing behind Hershel's character in this post so here's a great article with a little more about him. 
These days (spoiler, sorry) we have Father Gabriel, who tries his very best to supply our spiritual nourishment in the face of the Zompoc but from time to time, yes, he has a little wobble.
Tonight however, it looks like his faith has finally been fully restored. With Alexandria bursting at the walls with those pesky zombies, baby Judith in his arms holding a cross, Carl now looking increasingly like the Governor and Rick playing at L50 slayer, he delivers this little gem;

'We've been praying, together, praying that God will save our town. Our prayers have been answered. God will save Alexandria. Because God has given us the courage to save it ourselves.'

Image Via AMC

And that's that. I think Gabriel has given a better explanation of faith than I could ever articulate.

Rating ~ Bullet to the eye mind blown.
  

Day Five, Forty days of patience (and other good stuff)


Today was rather a big day, although I've been trying not to think about it, so as to not make a big song and dance in my head, it was a big day.
You know I've said about converting, although that sounds pretty odd when I say it out loud, or at least in type. I'm not converting from say, Muslim to Catholic, so it seems sort of wrong to use that word, I see it as the sort of icing on the cake (at this point I'd like to announce I'm really drowsy as I'm on my way to bed so this may not even make any sense) salt and vinegar, Ant & Dec, gammon and pineapple, any of those things are great on their own but are much better together.
So yeah, I'm pretty much just getting iced, or finding my Dec. Make sense? I hope so.

The point is, today our group went to the Liverpool Cathedral, Christ The King, otherwise known as the Wigwam (although I couldn't quite see it, myself) to be welcomed by the Archbishop and to sign the Book of the Elect, which if I boil it down to the simplest of terms, was me saying yes I'm doing this, my boyfriend, who is my sponsor (and funnily enough noted down as my Godparent in the playbook, not sure how that will play out when we're married) saying yes, she can do this and one of our teachers saying yeah, they're right.

I did my nails, this is a big tell of mine. When something is important to me, I'll paint my nails, I may turn up otherwise looking like Worzel Gummidge, but if I've done my nails then you'll know you have my full attention. I'm happy to say the whole day was pretty good and I didn't really have to zone out any of my usual frustrations. Although we did have a  few moments driving through Liverpool City centre when the TomTom kept taking us up bus lanes and one way streets I can happily sum up the day Alan Partridge style.


Rating ~ Jurassic Park
  

Sunday, 14 February 2016

Day Four, Forty days of Patience (and other good stuff).

Quick note, I've decided to do this as separate posts so they're easier to find

Day four was a Saturday and started with me almost spilling coffee over my laptop. I was just a few cm's away from ruination! I MUST sort out some proper additional storage, but yeah, disaster averted and I offered up thanks.
We phoned the Vet about little Geoffy and they had an appointment for him that morning.
The internet is great isn't it? But if you have any sort of medical query then sometimes you can go off on a bit of a tangent with all the possible things that can go wrong. I had fixated on kidney failure and I'll be honest, I was preparing myself for the worst but knew that I could cope with whatever was in store if I just rolled with it.

I'm SO thankful for finding such an amazing Veterinary Surgery, in fact, it was my Dad who found it as my sweet old cat from home used to go there.
All the staff are on the ball, friendly, helpful and wow, they know their stuff. They only treat cats so it's a really specialised service.
The diagnosis? Pancreatitis... He had lost more weight, had a temperature, was dehydrated and was generally fed up!
Thank God, all treatable. My brave little man had three injections, blood taken and we even went in a special little room so he could be infused with water (not sure if that's the correct term), after which he looked like the Hulk as the water was sat on his shoulders.

Once we got home, Geoff seemed better straight away and his sister, Una was very happy to have him back to herself.
He didn't really leave my side for the majority of the day and we had a few nice little snoozes together. Here's a sweet little shot of us sat watching Ru Paul's Drag Race (well, I am at least, Geoff's already seen them all).
I almost didn't want to make that visit for fear of what we may be told, yeah, that's a stupid way of dealing with things but I notice that it's my default setting for a lot of situations. I would prefer to sit in my comfort zone and keep things as I know them.
If I'd have given in to that today, well who knows what would have happened. So today's little nugget I guess, is stop being stupid and just have faith that things will fall into place when you go with what's infront of you.

Rating ~ PHEWWW

Thursday, 11 February 2016

40 days of patience, ok God, it's on!

You may not know it but I am currently converting to Catholicism. At the grand old age of 36, it's quite an interesting journey.
At the last meeting with our Priest we were discussing Lent and he told us that when thinking about what we should give up, it's not always about sweets & chocolates! We should think about things we aspire to be and give up those that take away from that.

So what do I aspire to be?


Well, I'd love to be a cat, or a fast car BUT, I'm not quite sure that's the route we're taking here.
I know that a few of my major bad points are getting a tad angry, frustrated and impatient. This is a tricky one as just today, someone described me as placid so I'm not sure if I'm good at hiding it, or maybe people are just too polite to correct me. Trouble is, they don't see what's going on in my head when I'm heading dangerously fast towards the irate intersection!

We've read this passage a few times over the last few weeks and you've probably heard it before too. I'm a little ashamed to say I originally assumed it was from a rather poetic love song!
But yeah, I've taken a few realistic (for me) traits that I am going to keep in mind over the next 40 days.
Now, it's no coincidence that patience is first up there, if you think about it, once you've lost your patience, the flood gates are open.

I told a friend at work my plans yesterday (Day 1), I said a prayer and sure enough, I was tested, BIG style.............. twice :(
Today is day two and yes, I was faced with another situation that ordinarily would have caused one of my 'outbursts'. This time however I think I managed to keep those plates spinning in my mind and kept my cool.
Once I got home I decided to document the forty days to see how I improve my tolerance (if at all). I have to say, even being mindful of something makes any situation a lot easier to deal with, plus, when you read it back you get a fresh perspective. I know I'm being tested here and the outcomes can only be good, right?
So yeah, here are my forty days of patience (and other good things). I hope this will inspire you, wherever you are on your journey with God, to think deeper, be better and get closer.

PS. I'm not planning on letting all this work slip on day 41. It's not like I'm holding off eating a plate of profiteroles.

So day one I was super optimistic that I was going to be full of patience, kindness, selflessness, joy and well, all that good stuff. I explained to my pal at work my intentions and we had a laugh about things that could go wrong/things I could overcome. One of those things was a certain customer ringing up.......

Later in the day I was just about heading off for my dinner and to post the last drop for Valentine's Day when we had an unexpected visit from a store manager wanting to give us the results of an audit she had just performed.
I had half an hour before the last post and as she was explaining the new process I was now to adopt, I could feel both the panic building up in my chest (53 orders) and the rage sticking in my neck at the size of the workload now ahead of me. 
I had no choice but to roll with it, patience sparked in my mind and what she was saying was actually of interest to me plus the audit turned out to be pretty tootin' good. 
By the grace of God, she couldn't get the computer to work and had to make a phonecall so I seized my moment, slipped away and got those letters dropped! 
As it turned out, I had an hour and a half before the last post as I'd misread the box! Good times.

After we'd finished up the audit results and the Manager had left, I started to gather my things together when yes, you've guessed it, the phone rang, 17 minutes later I hung up and left, deflated.

Rating ~ WOW
Day two started with equal optimism. The whole day infact went really well. I had a nice chat with the girls at work and it was today that I was described as placid (and not impatient!) 
We were bang on track workwise, only a few problems but we sorted them and yes! It was looking great for me to get away on time. I walked out that door a happy camper bang on going home time, only for my colleague to be standing outside telling me to 'take a deep breath'. It was then I noticed the giant skip truck blocking in our cars.
We both laughed, I knew I wasn't going to get away with it this easily. As I was reversing in and out in and out in what must have been a highly laughable sight, we decided I was basically shit at reversing, so we swapped, yep, we're both shit, but this time the car went into the wheely bin. NO problem, I actually like the odd war wound on my car and funnily enough, I've never personally made a dent on it!
Just as my colleague was realising she too could not get this car out, the owner of the truck came over and asked if we needed some help. He couldn't move the truck as it was in the middle of lifting the skip but he pretty much flew the car out. I guess compared to driving his skip truck, my car (a Micra) would be like rolling a toy car down a footpath.
I'll be honest, whilst I'd manged to conquer the patience issue I did resent the fact that I had never once seen that skip truck before and yet on the day when everything fell in to place he somehow happened to be there the exact moment I was able to go for an early dart!
Another trait to ponder over there.

Rating ~ Marginal
Smooth seas for me today on the whole, but smooth seas do not make good sailors as they say. I had a minor swearing session at the traffic lights as I sat for a whole two rounds of light sequences. 
When the lights changed to red for a second time, I noticed an old man in a car to the left of me pulling out, he must have seen me popping off and I have to say I was a little ashamed of myself. But yeah, today, I had a genuine need to get through the lights quickly.

One of our kits, well, both actually, had got into some cooking oil earlier in the week. Unfortunately, Geoff is suffering with his reoccurring bladder problem at the moment so he's not too good to start off with and whilst Una bounced back within 24 hours, the oil has only made things worse for Geoff. So yeah, I had wanted to get home quickly on my dinner hour to make sure he was ok.  I'm not sure he is though, so if he's not back to his usual self by tomorrow morning we're going to take him back to the Vet. So yeah, I spent 40 minutes with the cats and then went to the PO & back to the day job a little angry that I didn't have the opportunity to take him to the Vets right there and then!

Naturally, if you know me personally you'll see what's coming next, this sent me into a baby bummer. You'll know this feeling if you're of a certain age and childless through circumstance (not choice). Yeah, I'll openly admit that I'm a CCL, but as cats don't count as real babies, well, you can't just up and leave and take them to the doctor when they're ill and you're at work. Ooops, more resentment there. I'm not doing as well as I'd hoped here am I? Well, we'll see what tomorrow brings eh? Onwards and upwards, here's a little snap of Geoffy when I got home from work this evening. 

 Rating ~ Aghhh Snap!