Just when i start to get comfortable with a lesson that I feel i have really grasped, something else happens. Ever feel like that? Like you have really started to make sense of what Jesus was trying to teach you and then suddenly...you are completely broadsided with something else? that happened to me yesterday. Let me explain....
Monday: I get a call from the head of finance. Lets call him 'P'
P: Kristina, we have a very important meeting on Wednesday that I really need you in for. It is at 10:30. Please make sure you are available."
Me: Sure, no problem. I will be there.
Tuesday: Head of finance calls again, just to make sure that i was planning on being there for the 'really important meeting' I say of course I am.
Wednesday: P shows up, some people show up. I happen to answer the door and show everyone to the conf room. Then go to find P. I also make a stop off at the bathroom because I have to pee constantly. Seriously, about every 15 minutes I feel like I need to run to the bathroom or I will explode. So off to pee I went.
Upon returning to the conference room, i found everyone seated. P walked in a few seconds after me and I thought, oh good, meeting ready to start. and this is what happened...
P: oh good your are here. I would like a coffee, white no sugar. What does everyone else want? Kristina will run along and get it.
I think my facial expression gave away my true emotions. Shock, annoyance, frustration....what I wanted to say was 'get your own coffee' and whilst I did not verbally say that, i am pretty sure my face said it. bad move kristina, bad move.
I went to get the coffee and tea for everyone. but the whole time I did I was really annoyed. Why in the world did P call twice to make sure I was going to be there? Just to make sure he didn’t have to get the coffee and tea himself? really? is that all I am good for? In this company, apparently so. I run across the street to get milk for people when they run out, get more coffee, bring it in to meetings. since when did i become a secretary!!?! and then it hit me. like a ton of bricks. i am overflowing with pride.
Am i really that arrogant that I cannot be grateful for the fact that I have an easy job, in this difficult economic climate, that pays me extremely well to basically do nothing? how am i not grateful for that? how can i forget that God has blessed me with so much at this time, not the least of which is excellent maternity leave!? enter pride. it just seeps in and starts to tear away at your grateful and gentle spirit, making you easily annoyed, visibly frustrated and verbally negative. so whilst i feel I am learning quite a bit about simplicity, apparently I still have quite a lot to learn about pride.
19 March 2009
18 March 2009
an VERY angry post
I have been mulling this over in my mind for a while now. I was so angry, so appalled and so infuriated when I heard about this that I couldn’t even speak about it without tears springing into my eyes and an audible shake coming into my voice. Even now, over a week later, i am still seething. But i cannot ignore this anymore. There have been newspaper reports, editorials, opinions, and many discussions. and it seems the majority of the British public are equally outraged. Anyone who knows me, or has read this blog, is aware of my love for the military. Not all military action, but the soldiers and the institution itself. I think the men and women who fight for this great country deserve the utmost respect and admiration.
Yet what did the 2nd Battalion Royal Anglican Regiment receive when they came home and had a celebratory march through the streets of town? dozens and dozens of muslim protests. Cowards, murderers, butchers, and shouts of 'go to hell' is what they were greeted with. The soldiers were taunted, jeered at and even had dozen of huge signs berating them with negative and offensive messages as they marched by. they were met with crowds of people not protesting the war, but protesting them, as people, as soldiers. even now as I write my hands are starting to shake and I am fighting back tears.
These are men and women who signed up to serve their country. who are willing and ready to fight and die to for the cause that their country sends them to fight. I am not saying every person in the service, here or in America, agrees with the war in Iraq. But they still go because that is their duty. They deserve our admiration for being willing to sacrifice comfort, security, family and friends. Whether or not you agree with the war, the soldiers who go, who risk life and limb, are our true heroes.
In light of this protest, many have come back with the argument that in the UK it is legal to have 'peaceful' demonstrations. Indeed that is the muslims leaders main argument. Fine. i will not disagree that you can protest the war until you are blue in the face. But lets be honest here. Those who went out to protest as the troops were marching through town were doing so to cause a scene, to make a very obnoxious point, to cause disruption. That is inappropriate and completely out of line. It doesn’t show courage to go out and protest against returning soldiers. (3 of that particular regiment were killed whilst on duty) It is an act of cowardice to stand behind a hateful sign, shouting negative and derogatory remarks at fellow human beings when they march by. It is unbelievable, it is infuriating.
Several newspapers have featured editorials and articles with that very opinion; that it was extremely inappropriate to protest at the time they did, in the manner they choose to. The leaders of the protest have come back with the argument that it is their right and to try to take it away would be discrimination. One even mentioned that the very mention that the protest was inappropriate was discrimination in itself. I realise that what i am about to say is slightly off topic and will more than likely come off negative and racists, but so be it. I don’t care what religion you are, what colour you are, what you choose to do in your spare time, but the second that any person, people group, religion or race starts to behave negatively towards the country and their countrymen who have so graciously taken them...well enough is enough. at least half a dozen of the protesters who people who are known to be in the UK on asylum. People who choose to leave their own country due to persecution to come to this country, which has so graciously let them in. The UK has different laws than a muslim country. Why? because it is not a muslim country. pretty simple. If you feel that the UK is not muslim friendly, that the government is not bending over backwards to accommodate islamic law, that you will have to abide by the British laws, and if you have a problem with that...you have the choice to leave. If you are of the persuasion that because you are a muslim you should only be accountable to islamic law...then move to an islamic country.
you do not have the right to shout negative remarks at returning soldiers. you do not have the right claim discrimination every time something doesn’t go your way. you do not have the right to demand a different law, expect people to bend over backwards to accommodate your needs. you who have chosen to live in the UK, you must accept the law and rules of the British government. or leave. And just to be clear, the you in this diatribe is not specific. it is addressed to all of the 'yous' out there who have chosen to negatively and inappropriately protest, all the 'yous' who have chosen to demand extra rights and privileges only to cry abuse when not given it. you could be muslim, American, Chinese, black, white, male, female...it doesn’t matter. However for this specific instance, i refer to the muslims. Not all muslims; i have some good friends who are muslims, who do not behave like this. but those radical and verbal muslims who feel the rest of the world owes them something. and it is fresh in my mind as it has been in the news, the papers, an even closer to home....as the soldiers marched through the streets of Watford. my town. my turf. and they need to back off.
forgive me as I have gotten slightly off base. but the point remains. I am so angered by people who, just because they believe differently, feel they have the right to belittle and degrade another human being. Those soldiers should have been through hell and back. They have seen and lived in places that you and I would not even like to imagine. I know its cliché and I realise that the war in Iraq and say, World War II are quite different, but the duty of the solider remains the same. to fight for our freedom. to protect us, to serve us, and some even die for us. They deserve more from us than we can ever give. Remembrance Day, Veterans Day...those are not enough to show our appreciation. Those soldiers should have felt appreciated, loved, celebrated and welcomed as they marched through the streets. I am disgusted to think of what they were met with instead.
Not to down play the hundreds that came out in a show of support. flags were waved, children were yelling, shouts of 'well done' and 'welcome home' were also heard. Many of the supporters turned on the protesters, yelling at them, showing their anger. One man climbed atop a telephone pole and threw packets of bacon at the muslim supporters. I am not advocating that kind of behaviour as I feel that is just stooping to a negative level, but he made his point. You are not welcome here. and that is how i feel. If you want to come out to protest against the laws of the UK, want to claim discrimination and want to label the returning soldiers cowards and murderers...well you can shut the hell up or get the hell out.
Yet what did the 2nd Battalion Royal Anglican Regiment receive when they came home and had a celebratory march through the streets of town? dozens and dozens of muslim protests. Cowards, murderers, butchers, and shouts of 'go to hell' is what they were greeted with. The soldiers were taunted, jeered at and even had dozen of huge signs berating them with negative and offensive messages as they marched by. they were met with crowds of people not protesting the war, but protesting them, as people, as soldiers. even now as I write my hands are starting to shake and I am fighting back tears.
These are men and women who signed up to serve their country. who are willing and ready to fight and die to for the cause that their country sends them to fight. I am not saying every person in the service, here or in America, agrees with the war in Iraq. But they still go because that is their duty. They deserve our admiration for being willing to sacrifice comfort, security, family and friends. Whether or not you agree with the war, the soldiers who go, who risk life and limb, are our true heroes.
In light of this protest, many have come back with the argument that in the UK it is legal to have 'peaceful' demonstrations. Indeed that is the muslims leaders main argument. Fine. i will not disagree that you can protest the war until you are blue in the face. But lets be honest here. Those who went out to protest as the troops were marching through town were doing so to cause a scene, to make a very obnoxious point, to cause disruption. That is inappropriate and completely out of line. It doesn’t show courage to go out and protest against returning soldiers. (3 of that particular regiment were killed whilst on duty) It is an act of cowardice to stand behind a hateful sign, shouting negative and derogatory remarks at fellow human beings when they march by. It is unbelievable, it is infuriating.
Several newspapers have featured editorials and articles with that very opinion; that it was extremely inappropriate to protest at the time they did, in the manner they choose to. The leaders of the protest have come back with the argument that it is their right and to try to take it away would be discrimination. One even mentioned that the very mention that the protest was inappropriate was discrimination in itself. I realise that what i am about to say is slightly off topic and will more than likely come off negative and racists, but so be it. I don’t care what religion you are, what colour you are, what you choose to do in your spare time, but the second that any person, people group, religion or race starts to behave negatively towards the country and their countrymen who have so graciously taken them...well enough is enough. at least half a dozen of the protesters who people who are known to be in the UK on asylum. People who choose to leave their own country due to persecution to come to this country, which has so graciously let them in. The UK has different laws than a muslim country. Why? because it is not a muslim country. pretty simple. If you feel that the UK is not muslim friendly, that the government is not bending over backwards to accommodate islamic law, that you will have to abide by the British laws, and if you have a problem with that...you have the choice to leave. If you are of the persuasion that because you are a muslim you should only be accountable to islamic law...then move to an islamic country.
you do not have the right to shout negative remarks at returning soldiers. you do not have the right claim discrimination every time something doesn’t go your way. you do not have the right to demand a different law, expect people to bend over backwards to accommodate your needs. you who have chosen to live in the UK, you must accept the law and rules of the British government. or leave. And just to be clear, the you in this diatribe is not specific. it is addressed to all of the 'yous' out there who have chosen to negatively and inappropriately protest, all the 'yous' who have chosen to demand extra rights and privileges only to cry abuse when not given it. you could be muslim, American, Chinese, black, white, male, female...it doesn’t matter. However for this specific instance, i refer to the muslims. Not all muslims; i have some good friends who are muslims, who do not behave like this. but those radical and verbal muslims who feel the rest of the world owes them something. and it is fresh in my mind as it has been in the news, the papers, an even closer to home....as the soldiers marched through the streets of Watford. my town. my turf. and they need to back off.
forgive me as I have gotten slightly off base. but the point remains. I am so angered by people who, just because they believe differently, feel they have the right to belittle and degrade another human being. Those soldiers should have been through hell and back. They have seen and lived in places that you and I would not even like to imagine. I know its cliché and I realise that the war in Iraq and say, World War II are quite different, but the duty of the solider remains the same. to fight for our freedom. to protect us, to serve us, and some even die for us. They deserve more from us than we can ever give. Remembrance Day, Veterans Day...those are not enough to show our appreciation. Those soldiers should have felt appreciated, loved, celebrated and welcomed as they marched through the streets. I am disgusted to think of what they were met with instead.
Not to down play the hundreds that came out in a show of support. flags were waved, children were yelling, shouts of 'well done' and 'welcome home' were also heard. Many of the supporters turned on the protesters, yelling at them, showing their anger. One man climbed atop a telephone pole and threw packets of bacon at the muslim supporters. I am not advocating that kind of behaviour as I feel that is just stooping to a negative level, but he made his point. You are not welcome here. and that is how i feel. If you want to come out to protest against the laws of the UK, want to claim discrimination and want to label the returning soldiers cowards and murderers...well you can shut the hell up or get the hell out.
17 March 2009
space and a giant library
I have been looking at 2 bedroom flats on the off chance that there will be a bargain and something wonderfully amazing, yet cheap, will magically appear. nothing has and I seriously doubt that anything will. honestly though? i have no desire to move. I really want more space but do not want the hassle that comes along with a move. changing your address, letting family and friends know, letting every company you use know, changing phone lines, internet providers, t.v., figuring out a new way to get to work, walk to town, an entire new time frame for everything, not to mention the packing and unpacking and cleaning. really i just cant be bothered. especially since I know it wont be permanent. I just have no desire to move until its to a house we are buying and will stay in for a while.
But as a result of not wanting to move and having small space, i need to get rid of stuff. I have such a hard time with that though, because what do you get rid of really? books? decorations? picture frames? clothes? scarves? It is such a challenge to me deciding what I really do and dont need. 'need' is probably too strong of a word, because i venture to say that all the things in question are all things that i could do without. i probably dont need any of it. i mean really, do you need a picture frame to live? no, i just want it. But I could have a lot more space if there was less 'stuff' Perhaps I really need to go through my flat with the mindset of "if it has not been used within 4 months then get rid of it" But alas, I am such a pack rat that I really struggle when it comes to giving things away. Maybe it is just me, but i always have the same conversation with myself:
"you never use/wear/carry/read this. It is time to get rid of it" So I put said article in give-away-bag and walk away. but then....
"wait...I may use/wear/carry/read this particular article if I had a fancy dress party to go to, or if it was warmer/colder or if I was really bored, or when i decide to not watch t.v. again, or if I gain/lose some weight" So I proceed to take said item out of the give-away-bag and put it back in the house.
I will go through this process with nearly everything. The only reason I ever manage to give anything away is because after an item has been through this "let it go, no i still need it" process 3 or 4 times, then I will finally let it go. seriously? why not just let it go the first time? Or better yet, why not buy it in the first place. But that is an entirely different problem all its own. What it all comes down to is this: I will have nearly enough space if i could convince myself to get rid of the stuff that i dont use/wear/carry/read no matter how good my excuse is for why I still need it!
I find books particularly difficult to get rid of though. I aspire to have a huge library in my home one day. the kind of library that 'the beast' has in Beauty and the Beast. In case you have never seen that classic Disney cartoon; the library stretches from floor to ceiling in the tallest room I have ever seen. Easily a 4 story library with a giant ladder that swings around the room on wheels. That is the kind of library I want. How can I possibly have enough books t fill such a room if I get rid of them? I have started Eli's library though. Granted he wont be reading independently for quite a while, but i have already started reading to him. so far Eli has the complete set of Beatrix Potter classics in hardback, which are my favourite, and 6 other children’s books. The Hungry Caterpillar, Guess How Much I Love You, Edwina: The dinosaur who didn’t know she was extinct, a Noah story with finger puppets, and two Oliver Jeffers classics: How to Catch a Star and Lost and Found I love his little collection! such a good start.
Speaking of love, I must dwell upon Oliver Jeffers for a moment. He is fantastic. I really love his writing and illustrations. How to Catch a Star is such a fantastic children's book. Go to his website and check it out. even if you have no children and no desire to buy children’s books. he also does adult illustration and art. He is a unique fellow and worth a look. I highly recommend it. But go with an open mind. It is not your typical "ok look a pretty mountain landscape" Its a bit more, well, shall we say "off" than that? But go and look. you wont be disappointed. And as a bit of direction, to get to the children’s book, click on the picture book link.
I feel like there are additional thoughts...but nothing else is coming in a clear and concise manner. Plus I was thinking today, who really wants to know about my cleaning habits and Eli's book collection? Are those things even relevant? Probably not, but that is what has come out at the moment. I have a really strong desire to write about a particular protest that took place last week...but am still very angry and have yet been able to write about it without lots of cursing coming out. so that will have to wait.
But as a result of not wanting to move and having small space, i need to get rid of stuff. I have such a hard time with that though, because what do you get rid of really? books? decorations? picture frames? clothes? scarves? It is such a challenge to me deciding what I really do and dont need. 'need' is probably too strong of a word, because i venture to say that all the things in question are all things that i could do without. i probably dont need any of it. i mean really, do you need a picture frame to live? no, i just want it. But I could have a lot more space if there was less 'stuff' Perhaps I really need to go through my flat with the mindset of "if it has not been used within 4 months then get rid of it" But alas, I am such a pack rat that I really struggle when it comes to giving things away. Maybe it is just me, but i always have the same conversation with myself:
"you never use/wear/carry/read this. It is time to get rid of it" So I put said article in give-away-bag and walk away. but then....
"wait...I may use/wear/carry/read this particular article if I had a fancy dress party to go to, or if it was warmer/colder or if I was really bored, or when i decide to not watch t.v. again, or if I gain/lose some weight" So I proceed to take said item out of the give-away-bag and put it back in the house.
I will go through this process with nearly everything. The only reason I ever manage to give anything away is because after an item has been through this "let it go, no i still need it" process 3 or 4 times, then I will finally let it go. seriously? why not just let it go the first time? Or better yet, why not buy it in the first place. But that is an entirely different problem all its own. What it all comes down to is this: I will have nearly enough space if i could convince myself to get rid of the stuff that i dont use/wear/carry/read no matter how good my excuse is for why I still need it!
I find books particularly difficult to get rid of though. I aspire to have a huge library in my home one day. the kind of library that 'the beast' has in Beauty and the Beast. In case you have never seen that classic Disney cartoon; the library stretches from floor to ceiling in the tallest room I have ever seen. Easily a 4 story library with a giant ladder that swings around the room on wheels. That is the kind of library I want. How can I possibly have enough books t fill such a room if I get rid of them? I have started Eli's library though. Granted he wont be reading independently for quite a while, but i have already started reading to him. so far Eli has the complete set of Beatrix Potter classics in hardback, which are my favourite, and 6 other children’s books. The Hungry Caterpillar, Guess How Much I Love You, Edwina: The dinosaur who didn’t know she was extinct, a Noah story with finger puppets, and two Oliver Jeffers classics: How to Catch a Star and Lost and Found I love his little collection! such a good start.
Speaking of love, I must dwell upon Oliver Jeffers for a moment. He is fantastic. I really love his writing and illustrations. How to Catch a Star is such a fantastic children's book. Go to his website and check it out. even if you have no children and no desire to buy children’s books. he also does adult illustration and art. He is a unique fellow and worth a look. I highly recommend it. But go with an open mind. It is not your typical "ok look a pretty mountain landscape" Its a bit more, well, shall we say "off" than that? But go and look. you wont be disappointed. And as a bit of direction, to get to the children’s book, click on the picture book link.
I feel like there are additional thoughts...but nothing else is coming in a clear and concise manner. Plus I was thinking today, who really wants to know about my cleaning habits and Eli's book collection? Are those things even relevant? Probably not, but that is what has come out at the moment. I have a really strong desire to write about a particular protest that took place last week...but am still very angry and have yet been able to write about it without lots of cursing coming out. so that will have to wait.
16 March 2009
next time, i will hit you.
Last Wednesday started out as a normal day. Got up late, rushed around the house, left in a hurry, spilled milk on my jeans once i was already in the car and it was too late to change...yeah, pretty typical. I was minding my business, driving to work, talking to Eli, singing the Stereophonics to him (might as well start him early on the 'phonics) when this moron decided to pull out in front of me at a roundabout. He did not enough have room or time. he was an idiot. and his idiotic move left me with two choices: hit him or slam on my brakes whilst swerving in an attempt to avoid hitting him. i choose the later. next time, i will hit him.
I slammed on my brakes which resulted in the seatbelt pulling much too tight across my stomach and then me hitting the steering wheel. poor little Eli. intense pain and bleeding followed. and a MASSIVE freak out by me also followed. it was not cool. So i drove myself to the hospital closest to work only to discover that they did not have an emergency room and would not see me. I spoke with a doctor who suggested that I wait 45 minutes for the next bus that would take me 25 minutes down the road to a hospital. um, really? that is the best idea you have? no thanks. So back in my car I went. At this point I am crying so hard that I can barely see (probably why the doctor suggested I take the bus) and can barely speak. So what do I do? Call rhys and drive of course. the natural thing to do when all of your abilities are impaired. I get Rhys on the phone, who can barely decipher what I am saying, finally communicate to him what happened and explain that I am driving to Watford to the hospital. so what does Rhys do? Drops everything he is doing and runs off his site. doesn’t stop to grab his bag, talk to his boss, anything...off he goes to the train station to start his 2 hour journey to get to his freaked out, crying uncontrollably, having a melt-down, wife.
The M25 was perfectly clear. I credit Jesus for this miraculous feat first thing in the morning. I make it to Watford in 25 minutes, which is fantastic timing, and straight into the ER I go. I explained to them that i was in a wreck, pregnant, in pain, bleeding and generally just freaking out. Although i am pretty sure they could see all of that for themselves. Within minutes I was whisked away in a wheel chair upstairs to the labour and delivery suite. Apparently anything over 20 weeks they immediately take you to delivery. those words freaked me out even more. everyone was SUPER nice, really reassuring and by the time I got to the delivery room Rhys was frantically calling my phone saying he was at the hospital and couldn’t find me. Again, I credit Jesus with Rhys' amazing time on the trains. usually a two hour journey and somehow he made it in less than half that time.
Although it’s probably a bit too late at this point, but to make a long story short, we heard the heartbeat straight away, had a scan, saw several doctors, had loads of tests and blood work done, and everything came back fine. No problem with me. no problem with little Eli. I had to stay in for a day and night just to make sure, but was released with a clean bill of health. eli is completely fine. And on a side note, I was VERY impressed with the NHS for the entire process. They were quick, efficient, effective, very calming and very thorough. I feel much more at ease about giving birth on the NHS at this point.
So crazy idiot man, if you are reading this, next time you pull a stupid move like you did last week, I will hit you. I hope someone hits you because you deserve to have your car smashed. You caused me lots of tears last week. I would have had much less of an impact had i just continued going at my slow speed and hit your car. Make no mistake, next time I will hit you. and i wont think twice about it.
I slammed on my brakes which resulted in the seatbelt pulling much too tight across my stomach and then me hitting the steering wheel. poor little Eli. intense pain and bleeding followed. and a MASSIVE freak out by me also followed. it was not cool. So i drove myself to the hospital closest to work only to discover that they did not have an emergency room and would not see me. I spoke with a doctor who suggested that I wait 45 minutes for the next bus that would take me 25 minutes down the road to a hospital. um, really? that is the best idea you have? no thanks. So back in my car I went. At this point I am crying so hard that I can barely see (probably why the doctor suggested I take the bus) and can barely speak. So what do I do? Call rhys and drive of course. the natural thing to do when all of your abilities are impaired. I get Rhys on the phone, who can barely decipher what I am saying, finally communicate to him what happened and explain that I am driving to Watford to the hospital. so what does Rhys do? Drops everything he is doing and runs off his site. doesn’t stop to grab his bag, talk to his boss, anything...off he goes to the train station to start his 2 hour journey to get to his freaked out, crying uncontrollably, having a melt-down, wife.
The M25 was perfectly clear. I credit Jesus for this miraculous feat first thing in the morning. I make it to Watford in 25 minutes, which is fantastic timing, and straight into the ER I go. I explained to them that i was in a wreck, pregnant, in pain, bleeding and generally just freaking out. Although i am pretty sure they could see all of that for themselves. Within minutes I was whisked away in a wheel chair upstairs to the labour and delivery suite. Apparently anything over 20 weeks they immediately take you to delivery. those words freaked me out even more. everyone was SUPER nice, really reassuring and by the time I got to the delivery room Rhys was frantically calling my phone saying he was at the hospital and couldn’t find me. Again, I credit Jesus with Rhys' amazing time on the trains. usually a two hour journey and somehow he made it in less than half that time.
Although it’s probably a bit too late at this point, but to make a long story short, we heard the heartbeat straight away, had a scan, saw several doctors, had loads of tests and blood work done, and everything came back fine. No problem with me. no problem with little Eli. I had to stay in for a day and night just to make sure, but was released with a clean bill of health. eli is completely fine. And on a side note, I was VERY impressed with the NHS for the entire process. They were quick, efficient, effective, very calming and very thorough. I feel much more at ease about giving birth on the NHS at this point.
So crazy idiot man, if you are reading this, next time you pull a stupid move like you did last week, I will hit you. I hope someone hits you because you deserve to have your car smashed. You caused me lots of tears last week. I would have had much less of an impact had i just continued going at my slow speed and hit your car. Make no mistake, next time I will hit you. and i wont think twice about it.
9 March 2009
finally.
I am 20 weeks and 4 days pregnant. I finally look pregnant. not fat. pregnant. not 20 weeks, maybe 14 or 15 based on others....but still. I no longer look chubby; like the kid who ate too many twinkies and never ran around at recess. nope. not me anymore. I look pregnant. finally.
3 March 2009
todays recommendation
if you are like me and so bored at your job that by 11am you are completely out of things to do...including looking at Facebook and every blog imaginable, I have the perfect solution.
Seriously. This is brilliant and has now occupied me for going on 1 and half hours.
Go to you tube and search for old cartoon themes. It is fantastic. Popples, Rainbow Brite, Transformers, Fraggle Rock, My Little Pony, Care Bears...ah. Those were the good ole' days.
Only down fall? I currently have the Gummie Bears jingle in my head. "gummie bears, bouncing here and there and everywhere....."
Seriously. This is brilliant and has now occupied me for going on 1 and half hours.
Go to you tube and search for old cartoon themes. It is fantastic. Popples, Rainbow Brite, Transformers, Fraggle Rock, My Little Pony, Care Bears...ah. Those were the good ole' days.
Only down fall? I currently have the Gummie Bears jingle in my head. "gummie bears, bouncing here and there and everywhere....."
ah, that makes me smile.
the past few days several things that have happened that have brought a huge smile to my face. i have decided to share. and, since I love lists so much, I will share in list form.
1. Saturday night. This past Saturday was a HUGE day, on which more details will be offered later. But the night bit...ooohh it was a good laugh. James was DJ-ing at Druids so off we all went. It was some woman's 40th birthday party and the pub was overflowing with 40 plus woman dancing like they were 16! If that is not good for a laugh, then i don’t know what is. But the part in particular that brought a smile to my face was this.... Let me tell you the story. James was playing 80's and early 90's music. some of my favourites. In particular, Billy Joel's 'We didnt start the fire' A classic. I was pulling out some super cool moves, you know, running man, wave, mashed potato. At one point I even put all my hair up into a pony tail at the very top on my head and did the head-swing-head-bang-really-cool-80's-move. Yeah, I am awesome. After all of this cool dancing, whilst I was taking a break, drinking my water, chatting with Hannah, a guy comes over to me and says "so I was just wondering...are you connected to any of those guys over there" pointing to the rugby boys on the couch. Really? Am I getting hit on? Dancing like a moron? With a pony tail on top of my head? 5 months pregnant?!!? I replied that yes, I was married to one of the guys on the couch, and pointed at Rhys (who at this point had realised what was going on and had not the friendliest expression on his face) the guy turned to Rhys and said "man, you are one lucky guy" and just walked off. HA! and to think that I had been feeling fat! We had a good laugh about that one after he left. random guy hitting on the married, pregnant lady. Sadly, this goes to show to my constant complaint that although I am 5 months pregnant, you cant tell at all. but all the same, it made me smile.
2. Living in Europe. In particular the greetings. I don’t know how many of you reading this know or remember Nick Ogle, but he always harped on about 'greeting each other with the holy kiss' Unfortunately that never really took at JBU, but it is how people greet one another over here. and i love it. its very welcoming, very comforting. Take this morning in my office. We are having a big meeting today; the guys from France, Germany and the UK are all meeting together. This is my team. These are the guys that I really enjoy working with. So as they filtered in this morning it was one kiss on one cheek for the Brits and the Germans and a kiss on each cheek for the French. And it made me smile. So different from an American office that consists of stiff handshakes and 'how do you dos' This was, well warm. and it made me smile.
3. Baby Show. Saturday was the London baby show. It was massive. there were loads of pregnant people, little babies, crazy people running around trying to find a bargain. I went with Sam and Hannah. and it was fantastic. We were only there a few hours and I really didn’t buy all that much. Really the only things were a blanket/coat thing for little Eli in the winter and the kind of cloth diapers that I wanted. Bum Genius. woo hoo, i was excited to see those! But we spent the day out in London. baby show, lunch, hang out time, coffee. it was nice. and it made me smile.
4. An hour work out. Ok, so that may not make everyone happy, but i was really quite pleased with myself yesterday. For the first time since I have been pregnant, I feel like I really got a good work out. Coming from the habit of lifting and running a minimum of a 5K a day, to well....being pregnant and having to limit myself. it was a challenge. so I was quite pleased yesterday that i managed to get a good, solid hour of working out in. it really made me smile. and my legs a bit sore today.
1. Saturday night. This past Saturday was a HUGE day, on which more details will be offered later. But the night bit...ooohh it was a good laugh. James was DJ-ing at Druids so off we all went. It was some woman's 40th birthday party and the pub was overflowing with 40 plus woman dancing like they were 16! If that is not good for a laugh, then i don’t know what is. But the part in particular that brought a smile to my face was this.... Let me tell you the story. James was playing 80's and early 90's music. some of my favourites. In particular, Billy Joel's 'We didnt start the fire' A classic. I was pulling out some super cool moves, you know, running man, wave, mashed potato. At one point I even put all my hair up into a pony tail at the very top on my head and did the head-swing-head-bang-really-cool-80's-move. Yeah, I am awesome. After all of this cool dancing, whilst I was taking a break, drinking my water, chatting with Hannah, a guy comes over to me and says "so I was just wondering...are you connected to any of those guys over there" pointing to the rugby boys on the couch. Really? Am I getting hit on? Dancing like a moron? With a pony tail on top of my head? 5 months pregnant?!!? I replied that yes, I was married to one of the guys on the couch, and pointed at Rhys (who at this point had realised what was going on and had not the friendliest expression on his face) the guy turned to Rhys and said "man, you are one lucky guy" and just walked off. HA! and to think that I had been feeling fat! We had a good laugh about that one after he left. random guy hitting on the married, pregnant lady. Sadly, this goes to show to my constant complaint that although I am 5 months pregnant, you cant tell at all. but all the same, it made me smile.
2. Living in Europe. In particular the greetings. I don’t know how many of you reading this know or remember Nick Ogle, but he always harped on about 'greeting each other with the holy kiss' Unfortunately that never really took at JBU, but it is how people greet one another over here. and i love it. its very welcoming, very comforting. Take this morning in my office. We are having a big meeting today; the guys from France, Germany and the UK are all meeting together. This is my team. These are the guys that I really enjoy working with. So as they filtered in this morning it was one kiss on one cheek for the Brits and the Germans and a kiss on each cheek for the French. And it made me smile. So different from an American office that consists of stiff handshakes and 'how do you dos' This was, well warm. and it made me smile.
3. Baby Show. Saturday was the London baby show. It was massive. there were loads of pregnant people, little babies, crazy people running around trying to find a bargain. I went with Sam and Hannah. and it was fantastic. We were only there a few hours and I really didn’t buy all that much. Really the only things were a blanket/coat thing for little Eli in the winter and the kind of cloth diapers that I wanted. Bum Genius. woo hoo, i was excited to see those! But we spent the day out in London. baby show, lunch, hang out time, coffee. it was nice. and it made me smile.
4. An hour work out. Ok, so that may not make everyone happy, but i was really quite pleased with myself yesterday. For the first time since I have been pregnant, I feel like I really got a good work out. Coming from the habit of lifting and running a minimum of a 5K a day, to well....being pregnant and having to limit myself. it was a challenge. so I was quite pleased yesterday that i managed to get a good, solid hour of working out in. it really made me smile. and my legs a bit sore today.
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