Yesterday I wrote about the senseless death of an 11-year-old boy. Further to this I found out that this was in fact a suicide.
WHAATTT - was my immediate reaction. This is an 11-YEAR-OLD we are talking about. And to top it all off... his is the second suicide in his class THIS YEAR.
What thought process happened that made him feel this was the only solution?
Why did NO adults pick up that there was a problem?
Is there something else going on with these kids that NO ONE seems to be aware of?
What... why... WHY
What is going on in the world?
I actually cannot put anything coherent down on this matter… my mind is a complete mess I simply cannot fathom the enormity of this event.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Where is the sense in it all?
I know I have been very quiet over the last week. I have had a fair amount on my mind and have been struggling to find ways to put it all in words… at least any combination of words that would make sense to anyone else.
Yesterday I attended the memorial service for my project managers’ 11-year-old son. This is the second death of a child we have had in the office in the last 2 months. The first was an 11-month-old girl (who had been born with a genetic defect). I don’t know which is worse, although I can’t imagine that I would be able to survive either event with my sanity in tact. Daniel died very suddenly and without any explanations last week. He was a perfectly healthy 11-year-old, joking about upcoming sporting events and being his usual talkative self in class, then gone, for no apparent reason. With baby Kendra they knew it was coming eventually, they knew what to expect and had time to prepare… though I by no means intend that it is ANY easier.
Life is so incredibly fragile, yet every day I see / hear about it being destroyed. The 9-year-old girl in a coma after a brutal attack and rape. A jealous girlfriend who plots the murder of his child. The estimated 12 % of our population (that is in South Africa alone) that is living with AIDS, including an estimated 230,000 children (world wide we are only beaten by Nigeria with + 290,000). And this is only the VERY TIP of the iceberg.
What kind of world are we bringing our children into… what kind of example are we setting? I feel sick to my stomach every time I think about this too long. I look at my children and I wonder whether I am doing the best thing for them staying in this country… but then again, where else would I go (short of camping out on a deserted island for the rest of our lives).
Human being are a terrible specieds. We wage wars over oil and land. We enforce our ideas on others and sanction all those who do not agree. We use up every resource that the earth has provided and when it is all gone we move on to another patch of land while lamenting the beauty we have so senselessly destroyed. At the heart of EVERY religion is a God that teaches love and peace and compassion, in whose name we try and justify the atrocities we unleash on the world.
I have suddenly remembered a quote from one of the Matrix movies that couldn’t be more apt…
“I'd like to share a revelation that I’ve had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species, and I realised that humans are not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment; but you humans do not. Instead you multiply, and multiply, until every resource is consumed. The only way for you to survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern... a virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer on this planet, you are a plague…”
We need to slow down and appreciate all the beauty that is around every day. Give the person sitting next to you a hug. Call that friend that you haven’t spoken to in ages because on an insignificant disagreement and tell them that you miss them. We take so much for granted, never knowing what could happen tomorrow, or tonight, or in the next 10 minutes. DO NOT DELAY.
To my children:
I love you both.
For all those times that I have been in a bad mood after work and been short tempered with you I AM SORRY.
For all those times that I didn’t play with you because I was too busy with “more important” things I AM SORRY.
For all those times that I didn’t look at life through your eyes and appreciate the beauty you are discovering I AM SORRY.
I promise to build puzzles with you, to read with you, to colour in with you.
I promise to really listen when you tell me about YOUR day.
I promise that I won’t get upset when you want to wear that pink top with the orange pants.
I have learned that accidents happen (even after I have warned you) and that it is a part of growing up.
I have learned that no matter how much I want to protect you from life I need to let you live it knowing that I have raised you to make the right decisions.
I have learned that no matter how grumpy I have been you are always ready with a hug and a kiss.
I have taken you two completely for granted and I AM SORRY.
I LOVE YOU.
Yesterday I attended the memorial service for my project managers’ 11-year-old son. This is the second death of a child we have had in the office in the last 2 months. The first was an 11-month-old girl (who had been born with a genetic defect). I don’t know which is worse, although I can’t imagine that I would be able to survive either event with my sanity in tact. Daniel died very suddenly and without any explanations last week. He was a perfectly healthy 11-year-old, joking about upcoming sporting events and being his usual talkative self in class, then gone, for no apparent reason. With baby Kendra they knew it was coming eventually, they knew what to expect and had time to prepare… though I by no means intend that it is ANY easier.
Life is so incredibly fragile, yet every day I see / hear about it being destroyed. The 9-year-old girl in a coma after a brutal attack and rape. A jealous girlfriend who plots the murder of his child. The estimated 12 % of our population (that is in South Africa alone) that is living with AIDS, including an estimated 230,000 children (world wide we are only beaten by Nigeria with + 290,000). And this is only the VERY TIP of the iceberg.
What kind of world are we bringing our children into… what kind of example are we setting? I feel sick to my stomach every time I think about this too long. I look at my children and I wonder whether I am doing the best thing for them staying in this country… but then again, where else would I go (short of camping out on a deserted island for the rest of our lives).
Human being are a terrible specieds. We wage wars over oil and land. We enforce our ideas on others and sanction all those who do not agree. We use up every resource that the earth has provided and when it is all gone we move on to another patch of land while lamenting the beauty we have so senselessly destroyed. At the heart of EVERY religion is a God that teaches love and peace and compassion, in whose name we try and justify the atrocities we unleash on the world.
I have suddenly remembered a quote from one of the Matrix movies that couldn’t be more apt…
“I'd like to share a revelation that I’ve had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species, and I realised that humans are not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with the surrounding environment; but you humans do not. Instead you multiply, and multiply, until every resource is consumed. The only way for you to survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern... a virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer on this planet, you are a plague…”
We need to slow down and appreciate all the beauty that is around every day. Give the person sitting next to you a hug. Call that friend that you haven’t spoken to in ages because on an insignificant disagreement and tell them that you miss them. We take so much for granted, never knowing what could happen tomorrow, or tonight, or in the next 10 minutes. DO NOT DELAY.
To my children:
I love you both.
For all those times that I have been in a bad mood after work and been short tempered with you I AM SORRY.
For all those times that I didn’t play with you because I was too busy with “more important” things I AM SORRY.
For all those times that I didn’t look at life through your eyes and appreciate the beauty you are discovering I AM SORRY.
I promise to build puzzles with you, to read with you, to colour in with you.
I promise to really listen when you tell me about YOUR day.
I promise that I won’t get upset when you want to wear that pink top with the orange pants.
I have learned that accidents happen (even after I have warned you) and that it is a part of growing up.
I have learned that no matter how much I want to protect you from life I need to let you live it knowing that I have raised you to make the right decisions.
I have learned that no matter how grumpy I have been you are always ready with a hug and a kiss.
I have taken you two completely for granted and I AM SORRY.
I LOVE YOU.
Monday, May 22, 2006
Movies, Movies, Movies
What a lovely relaxing weekend. I packed the kids off to their farther and spent it by myself, doing what I wanted to do (for a change), which included a few movies/DVD's and starting a new book.
The movies...
Mrs Henderson Presents (****)
A beautiful movie about the world famous Windmill theater in London during World War II. Dame Judy Dench pulled off a spectacular performance as the rather eccentric widow Mrs. Henderson, and the playful banter with Bob Hoskins' Vivian van Damm makes for some of the best moments in the movie. The jury is still out on Will Young's performance, although if you were going to get someone to play the gay musical lead who else would you choose.
The DaVinci Code (****)
I made a point to reserve judgment on the book/movie until I had either read or seen it. Well, I started reading the book on Friday and saw the movie on Sunday, and enjoyed both. The best way I can find to describe it is "Raiders of the lost Arc" meets "National Treasure". A wonderful work of fiction. It is a treasure hunt through time and Europe, with the characters constantly keeping each other in check to give the audience a hint at both sides of the argument.
and one of my all time fav's
The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (*****)
This is one of the few movies that are as good as the books. I have loved it since I first saw it, and decided to add it to my personal collection at home. Now, how to convince someone to make "Restaurant at the end of the Universe".
The movies...
Mrs Henderson Presents (****)
A beautiful movie about the world famous Windmill theater in London during World War II. Dame Judy Dench pulled off a spectacular performance as the rather eccentric widow Mrs. Henderson, and the playful banter with Bob Hoskins' Vivian van Damm makes for some of the best moments in the movie. The jury is still out on Will Young's performance, although if you were going to get someone to play the gay musical lead who else would you choose.
The DaVinci Code (****)
I made a point to reserve judgment on the book/movie until I had either read or seen it. Well, I started reading the book on Friday and saw the movie on Sunday, and enjoyed both. The best way I can find to describe it is "Raiders of the lost Arc" meets "National Treasure". A wonderful work of fiction. It is a treasure hunt through time and Europe, with the characters constantly keeping each other in check to give the audience a hint at both sides of the argument.
and one of my all time fav's
The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (*****)
This is one of the few movies that are as good as the books. I have loved it since I first saw it, and decided to add it to my personal collection at home. Now, how to convince someone to make "Restaurant at the end of the Universe".
Friday, May 19, 2006
Fun Friday
Thanks calia77 for putting me on to these... You Are Wind |
 Strong and overpowering A force to be reckoned with, no one dares cross you You have the power to change everything around you You are best known for: your wrath Your dominant state: commanding |
| You Are Animal |
 A complete lunatic, you're operating on 100% animal instincts. You thrive on uncontrolled energy, and you're downright scary. But you sure can beat a good drum. "Kill! Kill!" |
| You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish |
You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch. Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes. You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them. You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be. |
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Where did all the 'insert word here' go????
Last night, after the kids had settled and I was getting ready to watch the football I decided to make a cup of coffee. All was well untill I looked for a tea-spoon to make said cup-of-coffee. Now, in the draw that normally conains enough tea-spoons for my whole family I could find only one. ONE, check the sink... none, check the drying rack... none. And then this got me thinking (never a good thing, I know).
Now it is a well documented fact that when your back is turned, lone socks will escape from the washing machine or tumble drier and make the long journey accross the ocean to the island of lost socks, leaving you with many mismatching single socks. The lucky ones manage to escape in pairs to lead a life of bliss... never again to be walked over, dragged through the dirt, stuffed in hot, smelly, rank old shoes.
BUT... Where do all the SPOONS go???
One day an intreppid explorer will stumble apon Spoonopia and answer this burning question, but for now we are left to come to our own conclusions.
I pose one last question... Where did all the MEN go? Which reminds me of an age old saying passed down to me many years ago... Men are like toilets... either full of shit or occupied.
Now it is a well documented fact that when your back is turned, lone socks will escape from the washing machine or tumble drier and make the long journey accross the ocean to the island of lost socks, leaving you with many mismatching single socks. The lucky ones manage to escape in pairs to lead a life of bliss... never again to be walked over, dragged through the dirt, stuffed in hot, smelly, rank old shoes.
BUT... Where do all the SPOONS go???
One day an intreppid explorer will stumble apon Spoonopia and answer this burning question, but for now we are left to come to our own conclusions.
I pose one last question... Where did all the MEN go? Which reminds me of an age old saying passed down to me many years ago... Men are like toilets... either full of shit or occupied.
Monday, May 15, 2006
What is the world coming to?
Everywhere I look nowadays, I see/hear something else worth ranting over. I would love to write a full entry on each one of these topics but quite frankly do not have time in my day for this and so will try to limit myself to a paragraph on each. Here goes…
Zuma – a real life soap-opera DISLAIMER: These are my own opinions
It seems that everyone is conveniently overlooking his upcoming corruption trial and he is being warmly invited back into the folds of his political party. Even if the accusation of rape was judged to be false I still find it morally reprehensible that a man will have unprotected sex with a woman he knows is HIV positive. Lets not even get into the fact that she is half his age, that he already has 2 wives and at least 10 children (not including any number of ‘love’ children). And if I have to get started now on the damage he has done in the fight against AIDS in this country, as well as the plight of abused and raped woman I will never get finished.
UK - Mother at 11
I am sure that I am not the only person who finds this absolutely appalling, but what I am even more enraged by is that the article is more concerned about the fact that the UK is setting a new record, and is doing everything short of congratulating the girl. WHERE ARE THE PARENTS in this story?? And why is someone not asking the more important question of why an 11 year old is allowed to go out partying, get drunk and have unprotected sex in the first place.
Someone get Schalk off the radio PLEEEZZ.
If I have to hear those over-scripted, badly executed, sad excuse for an insurance ad once more I will scream. Schalk… those radio adverts of yours could not be more damaging to the image of the game of rugby. All it manages to do is confirm the opinion of many that rugby players do not require any brain cells, or that if they had any they were scrummed out of them years ago. Did no one actually listen to them before they went on air.
100m in 9.76sec (a.k.a. 36.8 km/h)
WOW – that is faster than some cars I have seen on the highways lately and mighty impressive for a human being. “snaps” to Justin Gatlin
And finally… will someone give me a local rugby team worth supporting… Stormers AAII TOG
Zuma – a real life soap-opera DISLAIMER: These are my own opinions
It seems that everyone is conveniently overlooking his upcoming corruption trial and he is being warmly invited back into the folds of his political party. Even if the accusation of rape was judged to be false I still find it morally reprehensible that a man will have unprotected sex with a woman he knows is HIV positive. Lets not even get into the fact that she is half his age, that he already has 2 wives and at least 10 children (not including any number of ‘love’ children). And if I have to get started now on the damage he has done in the fight against AIDS in this country, as well as the plight of abused and raped woman I will never get finished.
UK - Mother at 11
I am sure that I am not the only person who finds this absolutely appalling, but what I am even more enraged by is that the article is more concerned about the fact that the UK is setting a new record, and is doing everything short of congratulating the girl. WHERE ARE THE PARENTS in this story?? And why is someone not asking the more important question of why an 11 year old is allowed to go out partying, get drunk and have unprotected sex in the first place.
Someone get Schalk off the radio PLEEEZZ.
If I have to hear those over-scripted, badly executed, sad excuse for an insurance ad once more I will scream. Schalk… those radio adverts of yours could not be more damaging to the image of the game of rugby. All it manages to do is confirm the opinion of many that rugby players do not require any brain cells, or that if they had any they were scrummed out of them years ago. Did no one actually listen to them before they went on air.
100m in 9.76sec (a.k.a. 36.8 km/h)
WOW – that is faster than some cars I have seen on the highways lately and mighty impressive for a human being. “snaps” to Justin Gatlin
And finally… will someone give me a local rugby team worth supporting… Stormers AAII TOG
What a weekend.
What a weekend. I find myself looking forward to work to get a break and recover.
The concerts were a GREAT SUCCESS and I cannot express just how impressed I was by all the incredible performances from everyone. All the girls (and a few boys) from 5 to 17 did their utmost and managed to pull of a stellar performance. The parents got to do their part to… fetching and carrying, applying make-up and hair gel and trying our utmost to contain the hordes of excited children backstage. This was not for the faint-hearted. And such was the start of my weekend with performances on Friday eve and 2 on Saturday.
Other events this weekend included my ex’s birthday, mothers’ day and my fathers’ 60th birthday. BUSY BUSY BUSY. In between concerts on Sat managed to find some time to get the kids out to lunch to see their dad (a.k.a. my ex). Sunday included a lunch with my family at my mom’s house to celebrate mothers day and my fathers’ birthday.
Then, if we didn’t have enough to do, Sunday was rounded off by a trip to the Great Moscow Circus. WOW. If there is anyone in Cape Town who has not yet been to see this they are performing until 28 May… make the effort, they were incredible.
Now for coffee number 5 of the morning and take a deep breath (again).
The concerts were a GREAT SUCCESS and I cannot express just how impressed I was by all the incredible performances from everyone. All the girls (and a few boys) from 5 to 17 did their utmost and managed to pull of a stellar performance. The parents got to do their part to… fetching and carrying, applying make-up and hair gel and trying our utmost to contain the hordes of excited children backstage. This was not for the faint-hearted. And such was the start of my weekend with performances on Friday eve and 2 on Saturday.
Other events this weekend included my ex’s birthday, mothers’ day and my fathers’ 60th birthday. BUSY BUSY BUSY. In between concerts on Sat managed to find some time to get the kids out to lunch to see their dad (a.k.a. my ex). Sunday included a lunch with my family at my mom’s house to celebrate mothers day and my fathers’ birthday.
Then, if we didn’t have enough to do, Sunday was rounded off by a trip to the Great Moscow Circus. WOW. If there is anyone in Cape Town who has not yet been to see this they are performing until 28 May… make the effort, they were incredible.
Now for coffee number 5 of the morning and take a deep breath (again).
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Dating prospects
A topic I am hoping to get some comment on.
Being single now for 16 months, I have found myself asking the question... Where/How does one safely meeting men????
I also happened to stumble upon this article "10 reasons to date a single mom" and am not sure whether to be over the moon with joy that someone finally recognizes the positive OR completely incensed at the reasons they found. Granted, reasons 1 and 2 are absolutely spot on (at least in my humble opinion) but that still only leaves us with a 20% hit rate. WHERE DID THEY GET THIS DRIVEL. I certainly do not want to be dated for those reasons, and quite honestly find reason 3 "Juggling parenting and a job keeps her busy – too busy to check up on your movements or start baying at the moon if you don't call." an insult to all NON-Mother singles.
Then on the other hand... a very dear friend of mine sent me the following e-mail this morning the names and numbers have been removed to protect the innocent...
I found a flyer on my car which may be of interest to you:
Ch***M***, Personal Matchmaking, you have nothing to lose.
Be young, be old, be poor be rich BUT DON'T BE LONELY
Let us help you find companionship & meaning.
999 9999 where fulfillment matters.
There will probably be money involved but I thought you may be interested!
Well, there it is then.
Let's sum up my options
Being single now for 16 months, I have found myself asking the question... Where/How does one safely meeting men????
I also happened to stumble upon this article "10 reasons to date a single mom" and am not sure whether to be over the moon with joy that someone finally recognizes the positive OR completely incensed at the reasons they found. Granted, reasons 1 and 2 are absolutely spot on (at least in my humble opinion) but that still only leaves us with a 20% hit rate. WHERE DID THEY GET THIS DRIVEL. I certainly do not want to be dated for those reasons, and quite honestly find reason 3 "Juggling parenting and a job keeps her busy – too busy to check up on your movements or start baying at the moon if you don't call." an insult to all NON-Mother singles.
Then on the other hand... a very dear friend of mine sent me the following e-mail this morning the names and numbers have been removed to protect the innocent...
I found a flyer on my car which may be of interest to you:
Ch***M***, Personal Matchmaking, you have nothing to lose.
Be young, be old, be poor be rich BUT DON'T BE LONELY
Let us help you find companionship & meaning.
999 9999 where fulfillment matters.
There will probably be money involved but I thought you may be interested!
Well, there it is then.
Let's sum up my options
- Clubbing/Pubbing - something that I never enjoyed as a means of meeting people anyway, somehow the prospect of shouting at people of loud music and through a haze of cigarette smoke doesn't appeal
- Internet Dating - This is how I met my ex-husband. Now we all know how that ended... don't think I'll be doing that again soon
- Dating Services - And however appealing that advert sounds, I don't think so... not that desperate yet
- Social gatherings - Single mom, 2 small kids, WHEN AM I SUPPOSED TO HAVE TIME FOR THIS
- Work/Office - Now there are a few options, only problem being that most of them are spoken for already, and then there is the whole "mixing work and pleasure" thing and what happens when the whole affair turns sour (no pun intended)
You know what, that dating service doesn't sound that bad.... what was the number again
:)
... of satin shoes and morning cuddles
My day started off perfectly this morning... 180% turn from last night (but that is a rant for another time - ex-husbands and the like).
My 3 year old decided that instead of getting up he wanted to climb in bed with me, and just cuddle. Needless to say, that with the weather changing and it still being dark at that time of the morning, the prospect of getting up was not all that appealing, so I indulged and just snuggled. HEAVEN. Days like this really should come more often. I am even contemplating installing a CCTV in his room so that I can find out what it is that makes him wake up like this in the morning and bottle it. This indulgence however is normally followed by a mad rush to get dressed/fed/packed and out the door. Somehow I still managed to get kids to school on time... albeit a little disheveled.
My 7-year-old daughter is dancing in a ballet production at the Baxter Theater this weekend. 3 packed performances - I discovered this while trying to buy last minute tickets as usual and having to settle for back row seats. The only problem is that she decided to tell me last night (with a full dress-rehearsal scheduled for today) that the pink satin ballet shoes that she had been lent by the dance teacher for the performance were in fact too small and she gave them back last week. Now trying to explain to her that she should have mentioned this small fact on the weekend ended up in a shouting match as usual and still leaves me in the position of having to run around at the last minute before her practice today to get PINK SATIN shoes.
Which reminds me, I must still tell my manager that I am leaving early today.
My 3 year old decided that instead of getting up he wanted to climb in bed with me, and just cuddle. Needless to say, that with the weather changing and it still being dark at that time of the morning, the prospect of getting up was not all that appealing, so I indulged and just snuggled. HEAVEN. Days like this really should come more often. I am even contemplating installing a CCTV in his room so that I can find out what it is that makes him wake up like this in the morning and bottle it. This indulgence however is normally followed by a mad rush to get dressed/fed/packed and out the door. Somehow I still managed to get kids to school on time... albeit a little disheveled.
My 7-year-old daughter is dancing in a ballet production at the Baxter Theater this weekend. 3 packed performances - I discovered this while trying to buy last minute tickets as usual and having to settle for back row seats. The only problem is that she decided to tell me last night (with a full dress-rehearsal scheduled for today) that the pink satin ballet shoes that she had been lent by the dance teacher for the performance were in fact too small and she gave them back last week. Now trying to explain to her that she should have mentioned this small fact on the weekend ended up in a shouting match as usual and still leaves me in the position of having to run around at the last minute before her practice today to get PINK SATIN shoes.
Which reminds me, I must still tell my manager that I am leaving early today.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Headless chickens and gaining weight - I never said it would make sense
I am finding more and more often in my line of work that I will have days (nay – weeks/months) at a time when I have soo much work to do that I end up with 10-12 hour days, weekends etc running around like a chicken that has newly lost it’s head. Trying desperately to meet deadlines (that I did not agree to in the first place) promised to clients by bad-tempered project managers. These times are punctuated only by the momentary PULL back into reality by 2 hungry children, and generally followed up by the consumption of vast amounts of alcohol. These ‘periods’ are almost always followed up by weeks when I sit twiddling my thumbs and surfing the wide expanse of the w.w.w. (brining the world all the more closer every day).
At the moment I am going through one of the ‘free-periods’. Oh the joy – oh the rapture. I CAN BREATH AGAIN.
In a moment of madness in December (during one of the CHAOS filled stages of my working life) I decided to quit smoking. And for all the good that it HAS done to my state of health it does have one drawback – and that is the slow but ever persistent increase in weight. In the 4.5 months since I gave up I have managed to put on 10kg. What makes this ever more depressing is that in the two and a half years prior to this life changing decision I lost 22 kg –
IN 4 MONTHS I HAVE UNDONE 1 YEAR’S WORTH OF EFFORT. AARRGGGGGGGG.
It is almost enough to make me start smoking again. Almost.
In an attempt to thwart this increasing waist size I joined a gym. Herein lies my next dilemma - which can be described as such... single mom, full time job, and gyms that do not seem to believe that people that find themselves in this situation will ever make use of them.
I am now off to a work lunch, wine in the middle of the day is always a good idea.
PS: I ever said my ramblings would make sense...
At the moment I am going through one of the ‘free-periods’. Oh the joy – oh the rapture. I CAN BREATH AGAIN.
In a moment of madness in December (during one of the CHAOS filled stages of my working life) I decided to quit smoking. And for all the good that it HAS done to my state of health it does have one drawback – and that is the slow but ever persistent increase in weight. In the 4.5 months since I gave up I have managed to put on 10kg. What makes this ever more depressing is that in the two and a half years prior to this life changing decision I lost 22 kg –
IN 4 MONTHS I HAVE UNDONE 1 YEAR’S WORTH OF EFFORT. AARRGGGGGGGG.
It is almost enough to make me start smoking again. Almost.
In an attempt to thwart this increasing waist size I joined a gym. Herein lies my next dilemma - which can be described as such... single mom, full time job, and gyms that do not seem to believe that people that find themselves in this situation will ever make use of them.
I am now off to a work lunch, wine in the middle of the day is always a good idea.
PS: I ever said my ramblings would make sense...
To New Beginnings
Where do I start... well the beginning is always a good idea.
During my morning read of the news site of my choice I descovered the results of a blog competition, and having some time on my hands decided to explore a few of the listed sites. This in turn gave me the inspiration to start my own with the aim of ordering my many thoughts (or as the case might be, publishing all my rants and raves for the world to see). Somehow I am feeling rather naked right now.
ANYWAY... why put off till tomorrow what you can get someone else to do today (I do not claim this as my own saying, but unfortunatley I cannot remember who uttered these beautiful words first).
A few words about myself.... single working mother. That is few enough. In time I will divuldge more, but not now.
I shall leave you all now to get back to ever more important things while I collect my thoughts and consolodate my ramblings for the next post.
During my morning read of the news site of my choice I descovered the results of a blog competition, and having some time on my hands decided to explore a few of the listed sites. This in turn gave me the inspiration to start my own with the aim of ordering my many thoughts (or as the case might be, publishing all my rants and raves for the world to see). Somehow I am feeling rather naked right now.
ANYWAY... why put off till tomorrow what you can get someone else to do today (I do not claim this as my own saying, but unfortunatley I cannot remember who uttered these beautiful words first).
A few words about myself.... single working mother. That is few enough. In time I will divuldge more, but not now.
I shall leave you all now to get back to ever more important things while I collect my thoughts and consolodate my ramblings for the next post.
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