Well - I think I jinxed myself with my last, somewhat morose post.
My daughter did not come to stay this weekend. She went to the cinema to watch Twilight with her friends, instead. Fair enough. However, when I dropped my other children off with their mother this evening, she told me that my daughter has.... a boyfriend.
I took it all very well at the time, but driving home I quite literally was in a daze. I know she's months off being 14, but - just - no. No. Not my Abbey. I feel ridiculous because I feel so ... upset. She is obviously very happy and this is her first love. We all remember our first love's and it's such a special time. That said, I'm still not a single bit happy about it.
I need to dwell for a few more minutes then do some exercises.
Hmmmm.
Sunday, 4 July 2010
Thursday, 1 July 2010
Woah!
Hello there singular reader
So today I found out that a girl who I used to work with has gone to jail for dealing drugs. I say drugs, I don't mean a bit of weed. Serious drugs. Heroin and Cocaine. It might seem trivial, but I don't know how to feel about this. See, I liked Ali (I seem to be using the past tense?). We worked together for several years and she was always always full of beans, bubbly and anyone having a down day, she'd cheer them up.
Back in the days when going to the pub for lunch was seen as normal, we spent many lunchtimes together (with others). She'd back-packed round Australia and it was her dream to return there to live. She absolutely adored the place. She won't be able to do that now. She won't be able to do so many things. She left my employer because she got a job paying more working on the Wirral. She had a good job. She had been with her boyfriend for years and years and loved him to bits. He's gone and another bloke became her boyfriend. They're both in jail now. I was talking to a friend from work about Ali today and we agreed that above all else - it is so sad, and such a shame. Such a waste.
On a slight tangent... We are having my children to stay this weekend and I'm silly happy about it. Well - I was. My wife just pointed out that my eldest daughter has posted on Facebook saying that her and two friends have tickets booked to see Eclipse at the cinema. It might not be this weekend, but I'd be bloody surprised if it's not. The thought upsets me, but I know it's something I have to deal with. She's 14 in September and I totally understand what it's like to be that age. She will have friends that she wants to go out with. Not boys though. No. No. No no no no no. Seriously, though. This is a really important time in my relationship with her. This is the time I have to let my baby girl go, and hope that she'll come back one day. I've made it sound worse than it probably is, but you get my point.
I feel like my live is changing. Maybe that's not such a big revelation. Life is a constant evolution. Everything changes - all the time.
Whilst I have given her the choice to make about whether or not she comes to stay here, the more often she doesn't, the harder it is. Right now, if she isn't here tomorrow, I think I may cry. If she is - I still might cry. Different emotions - same tears.
I feel low right now. It's probably for the best that I end this post.
Until next time.
So today I found out that a girl who I used to work with has gone to jail for dealing drugs. I say drugs, I don't mean a bit of weed. Serious drugs. Heroin and Cocaine. It might seem trivial, but I don't know how to feel about this. See, I liked Ali (I seem to be using the past tense?). We worked together for several years and she was always always full of beans, bubbly and anyone having a down day, she'd cheer them up.
Back in the days when going to the pub for lunch was seen as normal, we spent many lunchtimes together (with others). She'd back-packed round Australia and it was her dream to return there to live. She absolutely adored the place. She won't be able to do that now. She won't be able to do so many things. She left my employer because she got a job paying more working on the Wirral. She had a good job. She had been with her boyfriend for years and years and loved him to bits. He's gone and another bloke became her boyfriend. They're both in jail now. I was talking to a friend from work about Ali today and we agreed that above all else - it is so sad, and such a shame. Such a waste.
On a slight tangent... We are having my children to stay this weekend and I'm silly happy about it. Well - I was. My wife just pointed out that my eldest daughter has posted on Facebook saying that her and two friends have tickets booked to see Eclipse at the cinema. It might not be this weekend, but I'd be bloody surprised if it's not. The thought upsets me, but I know it's something I have to deal with. She's 14 in September and I totally understand what it's like to be that age. She will have friends that she wants to go out with. Not boys though. No. No. No no no no no. Seriously, though. This is a really important time in my relationship with her. This is the time I have to let my baby girl go, and hope that she'll come back one day. I've made it sound worse than it probably is, but you get my point.
I feel like my live is changing. Maybe that's not such a big revelation. Life is a constant evolution. Everything changes - all the time.
Whilst I have given her the choice to make about whether or not she comes to stay here, the more often she doesn't, the harder it is. Right now, if she isn't here tomorrow, I think I may cry. If she is - I still might cry. Different emotions - same tears.
I feel low right now. It's probably for the best that I end this post.
Until next time.
Sunday, 20 June 2010
Facets
Boo!
Thought I'd put in an appearance over here. It's been a proper long time since the last blog I did on here - which seems to be normal now.
I've just watched the last episode in day 7 of 24, and it was a good one! It ended by highlighting the incredible bond between a father and a daughter. Particularly poignant at the moment.
I have just spent 15 mins stood on the roof of the building I work in. Not in a suicidal way, I hasten to add. It is lovely up there. We have a roof garden and I love going up there at night. It is so peaceful, and on a clear night like tonight, to stand there and see the stars shining, and the planes making approaches to land at Liverpool and Manchester, is very relaxing indeed. I could spend a lot of time up there.
It's another facet of my personality that doesn't get used that often. I like to reflect. That's kind of what I've used this blog for I suppose. But to stand alone and reflect in complete silence is an amazing feeling.
I've been doing a fair bit of tweeting recently. I had 2 replies from Liz McClarnon which pleased me (although I will admit to hamming it up a little for effect). I've also come across a lady on twitter who calls herself lady godiva. She's a nudey and has a fantastic attitude to it. She has been on telly (Sky Arts I think it was) when they did an all night live broadcast from London featuring different people on a plinth for an hour each. Her hour was her, nude, on a rocking horse, "educating" people about attitudes to nudity. As you may, or may not be aware, I feel completely cool about nudity and it doesn't phase me a bit being in that state. I have no idea where this woman lives or what she does, but she is amusing and interesting so she shall remain on my list of followers.
I feel well rough this evening. My stomach feels rock hard and I feel a bit ill with it. I didn't have any food before I came to work tonight and I still dont' feel at all hungry, which isn't like me. Weird. I probably need a great big crap. I'll keep you posted on that one, eh?
We watched Jason Manford on tv in work earlier and I was surprised at how funny I found him. In my had, I had decided that he was a bit annoying and I wasn't going to like him. I stand corrected.
I might have finished this blog entry for now. I'll save and publish, but there might be more to follow. Not sure.....
Thought I'd put in an appearance over here. It's been a proper long time since the last blog I did on here - which seems to be normal now.
I've just watched the last episode in day 7 of 24, and it was a good one! It ended by highlighting the incredible bond between a father and a daughter. Particularly poignant at the moment.
I have just spent 15 mins stood on the roof of the building I work in. Not in a suicidal way, I hasten to add. It is lovely up there. We have a roof garden and I love going up there at night. It is so peaceful, and on a clear night like tonight, to stand there and see the stars shining, and the planes making approaches to land at Liverpool and Manchester, is very relaxing indeed. I could spend a lot of time up there.
It's another facet of my personality that doesn't get used that often. I like to reflect. That's kind of what I've used this blog for I suppose. But to stand alone and reflect in complete silence is an amazing feeling.
I've been doing a fair bit of tweeting recently. I had 2 replies from Liz McClarnon which pleased me (although I will admit to hamming it up a little for effect). I've also come across a lady on twitter who calls herself lady godiva. She's a nudey and has a fantastic attitude to it. She has been on telly (Sky Arts I think it was) when they did an all night live broadcast from London featuring different people on a plinth for an hour each. Her hour was her, nude, on a rocking horse, "educating" people about attitudes to nudity. As you may, or may not be aware, I feel completely cool about nudity and it doesn't phase me a bit being in that state. I have no idea where this woman lives or what she does, but she is amusing and interesting so she shall remain on my list of followers.
I feel well rough this evening. My stomach feels rock hard and I feel a bit ill with it. I didn't have any food before I came to work tonight and I still dont' feel at all hungry, which isn't like me. Weird. I probably need a great big crap. I'll keep you posted on that one, eh?
We watched Jason Manford on tv in work earlier and I was surprised at how funny I found him. In my had, I had decided that he was a bit annoying and I wasn't going to like him. I stand corrected.
I might have finished this blog entry for now. I'll save and publish, but there might be more to follow. Not sure.....
Thursday, 20 May 2010
Peer To Peer
Erm... Hello?
Thought it was about time I wrote something on here. I really do blame the other blog for zapping all my blogginess. Anyway, at least I have somewhere to come that doesn't involve me posting photo's every day!
At the weekend just gone, we attended Phil's 50th birthday party. It was - superb. Just about everyone there had a grand old time and celebrated way into the early hours. The next day, however, Deb and I were good for nothing. The joys of getting old (and out of practise!)
Deb joined slimming world on Monday and has introduced a new diet, or rather, a new way of eating. I don't mean like ingesting food up her nose or anything, it's more of a new way of thinking when it comes to food. I, too, have become a little more health conscious. I will now admit that my middle is slightly larger than it used to be. So, in my own way, I'm doing something about it. I'm never going to proudly announce that I've lost 2 stone in the last week or anything like that, but - I recognise that it is too big, and I'm dealing with it. My wife has been excellent regarding my taking part in the healthy eating business. I will be honest, I was worried that she'd be on my back about it and I knew that that would have the opposite effect. As it is, she's ace. She herself is doing really well thus far and we've had some lovely healthy meals this week.
I went swimming last week and loved it! Well, I would have loved it more if it hadn't been full of pensioners complaining about how full it was! I am also toying with possibly maybe riding my bike to work occasionally? I did it a few years ago (rode to my sisters which is a stones throw from work), and it did almost kill me. Maybe next time, I'll ride a tad slower.
Last week, I went for a hair cut at Dads and Lads in Springfield (not the Simpsons one). The lady barber was chatting away about nothing, as usual, and when she'd almost finished, she asked me a question that I have never ever been asked before. I didn't know how to respond to it. I was literally lost for words. She said "would you like me to trim your eyebrows, love?". She must have seen the puzzled look on my face because without me speaking, she acknowledged it was no, and started brushing hairs off my neck instead. The more I think about it, the more puzzled I am. I'm hardly Denis Healey!
Had a proper panic in work the other day. The "wiki" that I have developed over the last almost two years resides on quite an old server, and it died. A man drove from Liverpool to Salford at 4am to try and fix it, but it was not to be. Fortunately, later in the day, a man and a woman went from Manchester to Salford and they were able to fix it for me. I was very worried.
On Sunday (the day before slimming world), we had a Peters tea (the local Chinese). It's only a few minutes walk from our house, so I did just that. As I got near the corner where it is, I passed a parked car. A man got out of the drivers seat, and opened the rear door. He asked the female occupant of the vehicle what drink she wanted. I didn't hear her response, and to this day, I am still baffled as to what it must have been for him to retort "Shut the fuck up before I jizz in your eye", as he slammed the door shut and made his way up to the Chinese. What could she have said to angered him to that level???
Right. My lunch is over, and my lemonade is gone. Time for me to go and do something with the front garden. If it was up to me, I'd burn it, but my wife wants something slightly more... traditional. Grass.
Until next time....
Thought it was about time I wrote something on here. I really do blame the other blog for zapping all my blogginess. Anyway, at least I have somewhere to come that doesn't involve me posting photo's every day!
At the weekend just gone, we attended Phil's 50th birthday party. It was - superb. Just about everyone there had a grand old time and celebrated way into the early hours. The next day, however, Deb and I were good for nothing. The joys of getting old (and out of practise!)
Deb joined slimming world on Monday and has introduced a new diet, or rather, a new way of eating. I don't mean like ingesting food up her nose or anything, it's more of a new way of thinking when it comes to food. I, too, have become a little more health conscious. I will now admit that my middle is slightly larger than it used to be. So, in my own way, I'm doing something about it. I'm never going to proudly announce that I've lost 2 stone in the last week or anything like that, but - I recognise that it is too big, and I'm dealing with it. My wife has been excellent regarding my taking part in the healthy eating business. I will be honest, I was worried that she'd be on my back about it and I knew that that would have the opposite effect. As it is, she's ace. She herself is doing really well thus far and we've had some lovely healthy meals this week.
I went swimming last week and loved it! Well, I would have loved it more if it hadn't been full of pensioners complaining about how full it was! I am also toying with possibly maybe riding my bike to work occasionally? I did it a few years ago (rode to my sisters which is a stones throw from work), and it did almost kill me. Maybe next time, I'll ride a tad slower.
Last week, I went for a hair cut at Dads and Lads in Springfield (not the Simpsons one). The lady barber was chatting away about nothing, as usual, and when she'd almost finished, she asked me a question that I have never ever been asked before. I didn't know how to respond to it. I was literally lost for words. She said "would you like me to trim your eyebrows, love?". She must have seen the puzzled look on my face because without me speaking, she acknowledged it was no, and started brushing hairs off my neck instead. The more I think about it, the more puzzled I am. I'm hardly Denis Healey!
Had a proper panic in work the other day. The "wiki" that I have developed over the last almost two years resides on quite an old server, and it died. A man drove from Liverpool to Salford at 4am to try and fix it, but it was not to be. Fortunately, later in the day, a man and a woman went from Manchester to Salford and they were able to fix it for me. I was very worried.
On Sunday (the day before slimming world), we had a Peters tea (the local Chinese). It's only a few minutes walk from our house, so I did just that. As I got near the corner where it is, I passed a parked car. A man got out of the drivers seat, and opened the rear door. He asked the female occupant of the vehicle what drink she wanted. I didn't hear her response, and to this day, I am still baffled as to what it must have been for him to retort "Shut the fuck up before I jizz in your eye", as he slammed the door shut and made his way up to the Chinese. What could she have said to angered him to that level???
Right. My lunch is over, and my lemonade is gone. Time for me to go and do something with the front garden. If it was up to me, I'd burn it, but my wife wants something slightly more... traditional. Grass.
Until next time....
Saturday, 1 May 2010
Interest And Rejection
Morning reader
Just a quick post for now. I've had about 5 hours sleep after being awake for 20 hours, so I'm suitably tired for my afternoon nap before my night shift tonight!
I've just found some websites that will monitor your twitter followers (I'm @adum by the way), and tell you who un-followed you. I almost signed up for one, but I'm not sure I could cope with the rejection. I had noticed that someone un-followed me and that set me off looking.
Whilst mooching round on tinternet last night, I came across another website that has listings for this very blog you're reading. People over at www.wikio.com actually seem to read this blog sometimes and several people have clicked the "like" button next to it. My "ranking" is increasing all the time, although I don't know what this means. It certainly looks good, though.
So yeah - rejection and interest all in one blog.
I said it'd be quick today and that is that.
Until next time!
Just a quick post for now. I've had about 5 hours sleep after being awake for 20 hours, so I'm suitably tired for my afternoon nap before my night shift tonight!
I've just found some websites that will monitor your twitter followers (I'm @adum by the way), and tell you who un-followed you. I almost signed up for one, but I'm not sure I could cope with the rejection. I had noticed that someone un-followed me and that set me off looking.
Whilst mooching round on tinternet last night, I came across another website that has listings for this very blog you're reading. People over at www.wikio.com actually seem to read this blog sometimes and several people have clicked the "like" button next to it. My "ranking" is increasing all the time, although I don't know what this means. It certainly looks good, though.
So yeah - rejection and interest all in one blog.
I said it'd be quick today and that is that.
Until next time!
Tuesday, 27 April 2010
Hairy Times
Hi there
Sorry it's been a while. It's always been a while hasn't it? Hmmm.
We watched a programme on tv the other night called A Passionate Woman. It was a two-parter starring Billie Piper and Sue Johnston and it was absolutely fabulous. It told a story about regrets. A young woman had an affair with a man she fell passionately in love with, but he got killed. As the woman grew older, the regret ate away at her and sent her a bit mental. Deb and I agreed that we would not go mental because of regrets in our old age. I love my Deb.
However, she fell down the stairs last week holding our Luke. Luke banged his arm and Deb bruised her arse...
Sorry it's been a while. It's always been a while hasn't it? Hmmm.
We watched a programme on tv the other night called A Passionate Woman. It was a two-parter starring Billie Piper and Sue Johnston and it was absolutely fabulous. It told a story about regrets. A young woman had an affair with a man she fell passionately in love with, but he got killed. As the woman grew older, the regret ate away at her and sent her a bit mental. Deb and I agreed that we would not go mental because of regrets in our old age. I love my Deb.
However, she fell down the stairs last week holding our Luke. Luke banged his arm and Deb bruised her arse...
"Ouch"
Poor bruised wife.
Last week - in fact, exactly a week since, we gave Luke a hair cut. He looked like a proper scruffy tramp so we decided that rather than subject professional hairdressers to his screaming, we'd tackle it at home. Out came the trusty hair clippers and about 20 mins later, a tidy (ish) haired boy emerged. He claims it hurt loads, but I think otherwise.
Speaking of hair cuts, I am noticing more and more grey hairs. Around my ears, on my chest, and, of course - pubes. I'm not massively bothered by it on my head. I must have mentioned before, I am looking forward to going grey as I will look distinguished and interesting. Grey chest hairs - hmmmm. Not too sure about that. Maybe when we retire to the Canary Islands and I have a tan like David Dickinson, maybe then - they'll look ok. Pubes? Just ridiculous. If I was brave enough I'd wax.
Been working WELL hard on the garden during the last few days. Got a load of photo's over at OneADayFor365Days blog of my progress. As a result, my back is knackered and my shoulders hurt quite a lot. I also burned my lip and tongue on one bloody hot chip this evening. I was fortunate to have an icy cold can of Blackthorn to hand to ease my distress.
I am on day 5 of my 6 off and I can honestly say that I think this is the most productive 6 off I've ever had. It started with a visit from my lovely children (minus Abbey), which was ace. Weather was perfect and our new barbecue was christened. Lessons were learned from that, by the way. Following that, we had a relaxing Sunday evening with an Indian (meal, not person). Monday saw the start of the garden refurb and tomorrow will see me getting Deb's Corsa valeted. I can't remember what occasion I promised her I'd get it done for, but at least it's finally being done!
Right, that'll be that then - I'll do another of these sometime soon.
Be young, be foolish, but remember to be happy.
Goodbye reader...
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Happy & Sad Easter
Today has been a lovely day. It's Easter Sunday and all the people in the world who are THE most important to me, have been with me today.
The day went beautifully. The children played, I did a beltin' roast pork lunch, we then went to Haigh Hall and played some more before coming home to watch Everton on TV. The children went back late, and arrived in Rhyl shortly after 7pm. It was my lovely wife's suggestion that I take them back late, and it was inspired. Those extra few hours made such a difference to the day.
After I'd dropped them off, and was driving home, I got upset. It's been ages since I got upset after saying goodbye to them, but for some reason, today was the day. If I'd been asked at the time why I was upset, I'm not sure I could have said why. I had a think about it, and I think it's because today was so nice, and then I had to take them back. That, coupled with Luke being absolutely devastated about them going back - hurt me.
I then got to thinking about how lucky I am to have such lovely people. I absolutely adore my wife, she is beautiful and I don't think I give her the credit she deserves. She can be moody at times, but she's never moody just "because". It's almost always to do with stress caused in her job. My children are fantastic, too. I am very proud of how balanced Abbey and Robert are. Charlotte constantly reminds me of my mum. Matthew is a loon, but a very caring one. Luke thinks he's the boss of us all. To be fair to him, I can understand why. He isn't though. I am most proud of the fact that none of my children are "naughty". They are messy, but so am I. They are good children and I love them dearly.
Today has also made me think a lot about Christianity. I realise that the bible is a collection of works that tell various moral stories, but Jesus born of an immaculate conception? Even back to "the beginning" - Adam and Eve. None of it makes sense, yet week in, week out, millions of people all over the world go to churches and worship the character of Jesus Christ. Now, I was an alter boy in my younger years, so I'm absolutely not Jesus bashing, I'm just explaining that I've questioned a lot of stuff today. Stuff that you just accept as a youngster.
If you treat the bible, as I said earlier, like a book of moral guidelines, fair enough. It now also seems hypocritical to turn up at churches for baptisms/christenings, weddings, and funerals, but I will continue to do it. Ignore me, I'm just feeling weird at the moment.
I just had two spam fritters for my supper. Haven't had them in years!! I have missed them.
I shall go now - until next time.
See ya.
The day went beautifully. The children played, I did a beltin' roast pork lunch, we then went to Haigh Hall and played some more before coming home to watch Everton on TV. The children went back late, and arrived in Rhyl shortly after 7pm. It was my lovely wife's suggestion that I take them back late, and it was inspired. Those extra few hours made such a difference to the day.
After I'd dropped them off, and was driving home, I got upset. It's been ages since I got upset after saying goodbye to them, but for some reason, today was the day. If I'd been asked at the time why I was upset, I'm not sure I could have said why. I had a think about it, and I think it's because today was so nice, and then I had to take them back. That, coupled with Luke being absolutely devastated about them going back - hurt me.
I then got to thinking about how lucky I am to have such lovely people. I absolutely adore my wife, she is beautiful and I don't think I give her the credit she deserves. She can be moody at times, but she's never moody just "because". It's almost always to do with stress caused in her job. My children are fantastic, too. I am very proud of how balanced Abbey and Robert are. Charlotte constantly reminds me of my mum. Matthew is a loon, but a very caring one. Luke thinks he's the boss of us all. To be fair to him, I can understand why. He isn't though. I am most proud of the fact that none of my children are "naughty". They are messy, but so am I. They are good children and I love them dearly.
Today has also made me think a lot about Christianity. I realise that the bible is a collection of works that tell various moral stories, but Jesus born of an immaculate conception? Even back to "the beginning" - Adam and Eve. None of it makes sense, yet week in, week out, millions of people all over the world go to churches and worship the character of Jesus Christ. Now, I was an alter boy in my younger years, so I'm absolutely not Jesus bashing, I'm just explaining that I've questioned a lot of stuff today. Stuff that you just accept as a youngster.
If you treat the bible, as I said earlier, like a book of moral guidelines, fair enough. It now also seems hypocritical to turn up at churches for baptisms/christenings, weddings, and funerals, but I will continue to do it. Ignore me, I'm just feeling weird at the moment.
I just had two spam fritters for my supper. Haven't had them in years!! I have missed them.
I shall go now - until next time.
See ya.
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