New Mickey Mouse tee courtesy of my husband 😬❤️
This is me, not just today but always. A complete and utter mug. And it doesn’t change. I try my hardest, I really do but I get squat!
Work is driving us all mad, not just me. It’s pushing us all to breaking point and it needs to stop.
I wonder when it will?
The thing that annoys me about friendship is when it breaks down. When you’re friends with someone, it’s great. You text eachother all the time, you hang out, you laugh together, cry together and everything else in between. But once that’s gone, it’s like it never existed. It’s gone in a flash.
I’ve had it done to me. My brother went out with a girl that I worked with and was really good friends with. We had fun on shifts together and we even hung out outside of work as a foursome (with my brother and my then fiancée). We even went on holiday together. But when my brother broke up with her it went sour. Well, not for a while but eventually. And now work is awkward, we barely even look at eachother and there has been lots of sly tweets and jibes about it or me or us or all of it.
She has had a rough year so far, granted, and all I’ve wanted to do is give her a big hug, but I can’t. I miss her, I do. But i think what I miss more is what we had for a short while. Now all I see is bitterness and awkwardness. I’ve tried. I really have.
The other thing that bugs me is that as soon as you’re not friends anymore, out come the claws: making sly remarks and whispers about me; calling me names; spreading rumours about me; making fun of me. That’s the thing that upsets me most. If we were friends and I did something it would be different. Like “aw wow, awesome!” But now we’re not friends it’s like I’m doing something wrong. I don’t get it?!
I miss what we had.
Not who you are.
Today my wonderful husband and I were made godparents to our best friends little girl. Sophie Elizabeth Farmer. Born on 3rd December 2013, Sophie is such a little star already!! Today made me feel even more grown up and made me realise that we are now part of their family forever. Our best friends trust us with their little girl and they trust us to look after her and to help her grow from a little girl into a woman. It’s wonderful to think that people still have faith in humanity to look after one another and it’s wonderful to know that you’re now part of a child’s life. Youth and childhood is important and becoming a godparent is such an amazing honour and it makes me proud. Proud to be a part of a family, proud to have Sophie as a goddaughter and proud to be trusted by our best friends with such an amazing job.
We love you Sophie bear! And we have such amazing friends. We are truly blessed and truly thankful.
This post is not about marriage- as such. This is about the first ever world war. 28th July 1914 is a date that none of us should forget. I’m sure that someone knows somebody in their family or friends family that fought, took part in, survived or even died in it. Such a tragic, horrific time. When I watch something like Blackadder goes forth which is set in the trenches, it makes me think “wow this is what it would have been like.” Obviously Blackadder showed us a slightly more light hearted side of it. But it also highlights the horror of it all. Particularly the end scene of the final episode. It gives me chills just thinking about it. The way they did it, was brilliant. Tasteful, heart wrenching, and honest. It highlights that these men were people- husbands, sons, fathers, cousins, brothers, friends. I can’t imagine what they went through, physically, mentally, emotionally.
There is currently war going on in our world. And it’s horrible. It’s horrible to think that there is still such pain and suffering because of war one hundred years on. I wish it would end.
Sounds selfish, but as much as I want children, I hate the thought of bringing up children in this kind of world where war isn’t really that far away and people are living in constant fear and suffering. Don’t you just wish that people could just accept the differences in our world and get along? I mean, during WW1, on Christmas Day they stopped fighting and played a game of football!! That still blows my mind that they could stop for one day and play a silly game of English footie!! Of course the next day it was back to the destruction and conflict, but hey ho. I just can’t believe it has been one hundred whole years since “a bloke called Archie shot an ostrich,” to quote Baldrick.
It will never leave any of us. It’s a part of our history and our culture. And all those who lost their lives or even survived and are lucky to still be with us today. We salute you.
"All blood runs red."
Today I learnt something. That husband and I are so unbelievably alike, it had infuriates me. We are both so stubborn.
He was awake before me for a change and got bored so went downstairs, I eventually followed and now he’s doing the dishes (which I’m not complaining about). However, last night after coming home from a wedding, he mentioned the dishes and I said “I’ll do them,” to which he replied, “okay.. Well I did do them last time.” And I believe in fairness. So forgive me that I overslept a little- he woke me up at 5:30am as he lost his wedding ring and I struggled to get back to sleep for a while- and that you got up before me. I clearly said to him, “I said I’d do the dishes,” and he replied, “I’m doing them now.” How annoying?! Bless his heart for doing the dishes, but I said I would do them. I guess the lesson I have learnt today is that I shouldn’t be a lazy cow and leave dishes on the side, just as much as he does. And I should let my pride be defeated in the way that I did not get up early enough to do them so now my husband is. I am just as stubborn as he is and I would have argued with him to do the dishes for ages. Which is ironic considering that we argue about no one doing the dishes. Oops.
So tomorrow marks four weeks since our beautiful wedding. And what better way to celebrate it than to go to a wedding!! My dearest friend from school of 13 years is finally marrying his sweetheart of a fiancée. It’s crazy to think that we’ve known each other since we were ten years old, running around a children’s play centre all sweaty and red-faced, going through school together and now getting married within a space of a month. I am truly bless to have such a good friend too. Sure, we’ve had our ups and downs (particularly when we were boyfriend and girlfriend may I add) but we’re still friends THIRTEEN YEARS on!! I’m so excited for his wedding tomorrow, I can’t wait to see his face when he sees his beautiful bride and to party hard with him to celebrate.