WORLD WISH DAY AND MAKE-A-WISH AND WHY THEY ARE SO IMPORTANT TO ME.
MOOD: In between
COLOUR: a white star for Make-A-Wish wishing stars are always bright white! :-P
SONG: “When You Wish Upon A Star” of course and it has to be Louis Armstrong’s version no other will do!
If you are one of my tweetpeeps and you are reading this you will know how important my charities are to me, after all they are the first on my follow friday list every week, but some charities I support in other ways too, financial ways, and Make-A-Wish is one such charity, and in this blog I am going to tell you why and why this weekend, if you can, I would like you to dig out a quid for a Wish too, please continue to read I beg you.
Let me get one thing straight, I am not writing this blog so you can hold a parade in my honor for my donations, nor for popularity or any of that cr..., er, erm,...stuff! And yes although I am going to ask if you could please donate 50 pence or a quid or 2, to please do, a prayer and a wish for a wish kid would also do just as nicely because if you wish for their wish to come true, double the wish, double the chances it will.
So brief history, it starts with a simple wish of a young boy named Chris Greicius, who all is young life had dreamed one day to be a police man, Chris was diagnosed with Leukemia and in 1980 with the help of a U.S. customs officer Tommy Austin who had befriended Chris and his mum, on the 29th of April 7 year old Chris’ wish came true, he was sworn in as the first honorary officer of the Arizona DPS (Department of Public Safety) in state history, he had is own official uniform and everything.
On May the 3rd sadly Chris passed away but not before giving some of the most joyful smiles you ever would see at his wish coming true, and thus Make-A-Wish was born. There is so much more to Chris’s story and you can, and should, read it right here. http://www.wish.org/about/the_first_wish
Since Chris’s wish, the wish that started it all Make-A-Wish has grown so huge and has expanded across the globe, it is one of, if not the, largest wish granting organizations in the world and has made over 300,000 wishes come true for children with life threatening illnesses bringing them and their families a joy they thought they would never feel, in times of great pain and worry and sadness.
So why do I support Make-A-Wish? Why do I give them money each month?
I don't have a family, I don't have children, I wish I did, but I don't, but I know a couple of things.
The first thing I know is this, Life threatening illnesses are indiscriminate and can and do affect anyone at anytime, even those who may never so much as sneeze, this means you and yours and me and mine, should I ever be so fortunate to have a family, and these illnesses are cruel and cause the most emotional pain to these children and their families, but these are the children I see still smiling the most and trying to just live to the fullest! Harry Mosely and Jack Marshall point in fact look at what they did for us and how Harry still continues to Help others even though he is no longer with us! ok Granted not wishkids as far as I am aware but still amazing examples of the kinds of inspiring these kids are.
The second thing I know is that I have had 37 years to live and a fair few wishes granted, when I was a kid I got to be in the Cubs instead of the boys brigade, I met Sqdn Leader Tim Miller of the Red Arrows for my 13th birthday and got my picture taken in a Red Arrows Hawk Jet (sadly lost the pics but the memory is there.), I wanted a Bicycle ( we were poor) I got one, and recently I published my ebook something I always wished to do, have a book, its kinda crappy but it’s mine, and so many other simple wishes I got them all and the smile I gave was one even I would never forget.
Perspective here, compare that to the amount of wishes Chris had come true, had enough time to come true. Exactly! These kids may only ever have 1 wish and 1 wish come true their whole lives, because they may not live long enough to make more and have more come true.
Tell me how many simple wishes have you had and had come true and still have a chance to come true? I know that even though I don’t give much each month, I’m at least helping to make 1 child's wish come true, how ever small the donation it is still a huge help to bringing a huge smile the like of which would make angels sing and cry tears of joy.
So I am going to keep it simple now, Monday the 29th of April 2013 is world wish day, the anniversary of the first wish, Chris’s wish, and if all of my tweetpeeps and readers could donate just a pound to Make-A-Wish I would really appreciate it, every little means a lot and helps.
Thank you for reading my blog today, I wish you all love, *hugs* and bright blessings and magical wishes with magical smiles.
Rin.
xox
PS here are some links where donations can be made UK: http://www.make-a-wish.org.uk/ Ireland: http://www.makeawish.ie/ International: http://worldwish.org/
MOOD: In between
COLOUR: a white star for Make-A-Wish wishing stars are always bright white! :-P
SONG: “When You Wish Upon A Star” of course and it has to be Louis Armstrong’s version no other will do!
If you are one of my tweetpeeps and you are reading this you will know how important my charities are to me, after all they are the first on my follow friday list every week, but some charities I support in other ways too, financial ways, and Make-A-Wish is one such charity, and in this blog I am going to tell you why and why this weekend, if you can, I would like you to dig out a quid for a Wish too, please continue to read I beg you.
Let me get one thing straight, I am not writing this blog so you can hold a parade in my honor for my donations, nor for popularity or any of that cr..., er, erm,...stuff! And yes although I am going to ask if you could please donate 50 pence or a quid or 2, to please do, a prayer and a wish for a wish kid would also do just as nicely because if you wish for their wish to come true, double the wish, double the chances it will.
So brief history, it starts with a simple wish of a young boy named Chris Greicius, who all is young life had dreamed one day to be a police man, Chris was diagnosed with Leukemia and in 1980 with the help of a U.S. customs officer Tommy Austin who had befriended Chris and his mum, on the 29th of April 7 year old Chris’ wish came true, he was sworn in as the first honorary officer of the Arizona DPS (Department of Public Safety) in state history, he had is own official uniform and everything.
On May the 3rd sadly Chris passed away but not before giving some of the most joyful smiles you ever would see at his wish coming true, and thus Make-A-Wish was born. There is so much more to Chris’s story and you can, and should, read it right here. http://www.wish.org/about/the_first_wish
Since Chris’s wish, the wish that started it all Make-A-Wish has grown so huge and has expanded across the globe, it is one of, if not the, largest wish granting organizations in the world and has made over 300,000 wishes come true for children with life threatening illnesses bringing them and their families a joy they thought they would never feel, in times of great pain and worry and sadness.
So why do I support Make-A-Wish? Why do I give them money each month?
I don't have a family, I don't have children, I wish I did, but I don't, but I know a couple of things.
The first thing I know is this, Life threatening illnesses are indiscriminate and can and do affect anyone at anytime, even those who may never so much as sneeze, this means you and yours and me and mine, should I ever be so fortunate to have a family, and these illnesses are cruel and cause the most emotional pain to these children and their families, but these are the children I see still smiling the most and trying to just live to the fullest! Harry Mosely and Jack Marshall point in fact look at what they did for us and how Harry still continues to Help others even though he is no longer with us! ok Granted not wishkids as far as I am aware but still amazing examples of the kinds of inspiring these kids are.
The second thing I know is that I have had 37 years to live and a fair few wishes granted, when I was a kid I got to be in the Cubs instead of the boys brigade, I met Sqdn Leader Tim Miller of the Red Arrows for my 13th birthday and got my picture taken in a Red Arrows Hawk Jet (sadly lost the pics but the memory is there.), I wanted a Bicycle ( we were poor) I got one, and recently I published my ebook something I always wished to do, have a book, its kinda crappy but it’s mine, and so many other simple wishes I got them all and the smile I gave was one even I would never forget.
Perspective here, compare that to the amount of wishes Chris had come true, had enough time to come true. Exactly! These kids may only ever have 1 wish and 1 wish come true their whole lives, because they may not live long enough to make more and have more come true.
Tell me how many simple wishes have you had and had come true and still have a chance to come true? I know that even though I don’t give much each month, I’m at least helping to make 1 child's wish come true, how ever small the donation it is still a huge help to bringing a huge smile the like of which would make angels sing and cry tears of joy.
So I am going to keep it simple now, Monday the 29th of April 2013 is world wish day, the anniversary of the first wish, Chris’s wish, and if all of my tweetpeeps and readers could donate just a pound to Make-A-Wish I would really appreciate it, every little means a lot and helps.
Thank you for reading my blog today, I wish you all love, *hugs* and bright blessings and magical wishes with magical smiles.
Rin.
xox
PS here are some links where donations can be made UK: http://www.make-a-wish.org.uk/ Ireland: http://www.makeawish.ie/ International: http://worldwish.org/
Yet again it is late in the land of tea and crumpets, but I am still up n about. Tonights blog is a mix of a ramble and a bed time story, so here goes.
Today was my birthday(march 30th when i started writing), yay for me, though barely any of my friends remembered or noticed, sucks huh, oh well at least some did. I had my hair done, watched me some Doctor Who, so glad the new series started today it was awesome, and have been, and still am as I sit here writing this, drinking cheap shitty beer.
but you know that thing on your birthday when you are on your own and you start to think over the past year and what you achieved, well I went through that, and the answer at first was pretty much naff all. One of my friends on twitter reminded me I had actually made people smile a lot, another one reminded me of all the animals I adopted with WWF (not the wrestling, the one with the panda logo) and Wild Futures, which ok, yeah I have done a fair bit for charity but that's nothing all that new or really impressive but nice of them to think it so.
However there is one thing I still haven't achieved ...a love life... I have got ex's yus, but for the past two years me love life has been none existent, when I was in my twenties, my big plan was to be Married and have kids by the time I was 30, look how well that went...I'm thirty bloody seven today.
Let me tell you how pathetic my love life is; I was thinking of marrying my blow up doll, but then I looked again and realised, she reminded me of some of the shallow bitches of my past and even my own mother and several prospective mother in laws, She couldn't keep her mouth shut and she has a head full of air.
What's even more pathetic about the marrying of my blow doll is this...I don't have a blow up doll, even she is an imaginary girlfriend. :-P
And I was thinking earlier, if I am not married by this time net year, I am either going to turn gay or get a sex change, call myself Sister Mary cantfindagal and marry the big JC whom, by the way, I don't even damn well believe in.
Ok so after that vent and whinge and whine and moan to myself about my lacking love life I shrugged my shoulders took a swig of beer and thought "Fuck It." How ever When I get into SG chat, what do I discover??? It would seem I am not the only one who has been lamenting over his love life today.
I have gotta be honest with you, even I who has been having a whine about lack of love, actually I do genuinely believe there is someone out there for everyone, it's true i do, I just like to moan that I aint got some one from time to time and have a temper tantrum over it, but I do believe there is that someone, I believe in Yue Xia Lao, the Japanese God of matchmaking and marriage, (no I am not Japanese just love parts of the culture.) and his red thread of destiny and that someone is attached to yours so tonights bed time story is about that it's one of the Yue Xia Lao legends, and here it is.
There was a young boy running home through the town in which he lived on night, he had been out and was now very late home, as he ran though, he came across an old man standing beneath the moonlight, by the side of him was a sack of red thread and in his hand he held a book with a list of names, naturally curious the young boy stopped to ask about the red thread.
'Ah' said the old man, 'that is the red thread of destiny and it is tied to your ring finger and the ring finger of the one you will marry, it is usually invisible to the human eye and it can stretch and twist and tangle but the read thread will never break. ' the young boy saw his name was in the old mans book and asked why it was there, and the old man replied, 'well I have already found you your future wife,' and he pointed to a young girl just coming out of a house, 'That said the old man is the young lady you will one day marry, let me show you.' and with a wave of his hand the young boy suddenly saw his own red thread and that it was indeed attached to the finger of the girl. The old man waved his hand again and the thread vanished from sight.
The young boy, a little bit scared and naturally not interested in love or romance, Picked up a rock, threw it at the girl and ran away home.
Many years later when that young boy had become a young man, his pat rents arranged a marriage for him and on the wedding night the bride sat on the bed, still wearing the traditional veil and awaiting her new husband, he cam to her presently and gently removed the veil so he may see the woman who was now his wife, and as he admired the beauty of the princess of the town, the most beautiful girl the town had to offer, he noticed an adornment over her eye brow and asked.
'Why do you wear that adornment?'
'It Hides a scar I got as a little girl, people stare so and make me feel self conscious so I hide the scar.' she replied.
'Let me see.' and he removed the adornment. he gasped 'How did you get such a scar?' he asked.
'When I was a little girl, one night a boy threw a rock at me and ran away.'
The young man realised at once he had been the one to give her that scar and the man underneath the moonlight that night had been none other than Yue Xia Lao.
So there you go, thats the story, a little bit of artistic license granted, but I hope you liked it. I am sure there really is someone attached to the other end of everyones red thread of destiny, but we can't see because as Yue Lao says, it's invisible, and I know that most people are of a "seeing is believing" nature, but try believing before you see for a change and maybe then that dream girl or guy will bump into you in the street, someday, just don't throw any rocks ok.
Blessed be :-)
Rin
Today was my birthday(march 30th when i started writing), yay for me, though barely any of my friends remembered or noticed, sucks huh, oh well at least some did. I had my hair done, watched me some Doctor Who, so glad the new series started today it was awesome, and have been, and still am as I sit here writing this, drinking cheap shitty beer.
but you know that thing on your birthday when you are on your own and you start to think over the past year and what you achieved, well I went through that, and the answer at first was pretty much naff all. One of my friends on twitter reminded me I had actually made people smile a lot, another one reminded me of all the animals I adopted with WWF (not the wrestling, the one with the panda logo) and Wild Futures, which ok, yeah I have done a fair bit for charity but that's nothing all that new or really impressive but nice of them to think it so.
However there is one thing I still haven't achieved ...a love life... I have got ex's yus, but for the past two years me love life has been none existent, when I was in my twenties, my big plan was to be Married and have kids by the time I was 30, look how well that went...I'm thirty bloody seven today.
Let me tell you how pathetic my love life is; I was thinking of marrying my blow up doll, but then I looked again and realised, she reminded me of some of the shallow bitches of my past and even my own mother and several prospective mother in laws, She couldn't keep her mouth shut and she has a head full of air.
What's even more pathetic about the marrying of my blow doll is this...I don't have a blow up doll, even she is an imaginary girlfriend. :-P
And I was thinking earlier, if I am not married by this time net year, I am either going to turn gay or get a sex change, call myself Sister Mary cantfindagal and marry the big JC whom, by the way, I don't even damn well believe in.
Ok so after that vent and whinge and whine and moan to myself about my lacking love life I shrugged my shoulders took a swig of beer and thought "Fuck It." How ever When I get into SG chat, what do I discover??? It would seem I am not the only one who has been lamenting over his love life today.
I have gotta be honest with you, even I who has been having a whine about lack of love, actually I do genuinely believe there is someone out there for everyone, it's true i do, I just like to moan that I aint got some one from time to time and have a temper tantrum over it, but I do believe there is that someone, I believe in Yue Xia Lao, the Japanese God of matchmaking and marriage, (no I am not Japanese just love parts of the culture.) and his red thread of destiny and that someone is attached to yours so tonights bed time story is about that it's one of the Yue Xia Lao legends, and here it is.
There was a young boy running home through the town in which he lived on night, he had been out and was now very late home, as he ran though, he came across an old man standing beneath the moonlight, by the side of him was a sack of red thread and in his hand he held a book with a list of names, naturally curious the young boy stopped to ask about the red thread.
'Ah' said the old man, 'that is the red thread of destiny and it is tied to your ring finger and the ring finger of the one you will marry, it is usually invisible to the human eye and it can stretch and twist and tangle but the read thread will never break. ' the young boy saw his name was in the old mans book and asked why it was there, and the old man replied, 'well I have already found you your future wife,' and he pointed to a young girl just coming out of a house, 'That said the old man is the young lady you will one day marry, let me show you.' and with a wave of his hand the young boy suddenly saw his own red thread and that it was indeed attached to the finger of the girl. The old man waved his hand again and the thread vanished from sight.
The young boy, a little bit scared and naturally not interested in love or romance, Picked up a rock, threw it at the girl and ran away home.
Many years later when that young boy had become a young man, his pat rents arranged a marriage for him and on the wedding night the bride sat on the bed, still wearing the traditional veil and awaiting her new husband, he cam to her presently and gently removed the veil so he may see the woman who was now his wife, and as he admired the beauty of the princess of the town, the most beautiful girl the town had to offer, he noticed an adornment over her eye brow and asked.
'Why do you wear that adornment?'
'It Hides a scar I got as a little girl, people stare so and make me feel self conscious so I hide the scar.' she replied.
'Let me see.' and he removed the adornment. he gasped 'How did you get such a scar?' he asked.
'When I was a little girl, one night a boy threw a rock at me and ran away.'
The young man realised at once he had been the one to give her that scar and the man underneath the moonlight that night had been none other than Yue Xia Lao.
So there you go, thats the story, a little bit of artistic license granted, but I hope you liked it. I am sure there really is someone attached to the other end of everyones red thread of destiny, but we can't see because as Yue Lao says, it's invisible, and I know that most people are of a "seeing is believing" nature, but try believing before you see for a change and maybe then that dream girl or guy will bump into you in the street, someday, just don't throw any rocks ok.
Blessed be :-)
Rin
So it's late here in the U.K. and I am tired and about to hit the hay, but then, for some crazy unknown reason, the thought crosses my mind that I should tell everyone here at SG.com a bedtime story. It's one that I told readers of my website before but I think it might be new to you, even though it is, I believe, an old chinese legend. So grab yer blankets, heads on pillows and listen up.
Once upon a time in central china there was a small village, just outside the small village was an old farm, in the farm house lived an old farmer and his son.
Ploughing season was here and all the farmer had to plough his field was a very old horse and an even older horse drawn plough. So this early sunny morning the old farmer, harnesses up his old horse to the old plough and together they begin ploughing the first of the fields, but they hadn't even got through a third of the field when for no reason except for old age finally catching up, the old horse just died.
The villagers heard about this and they gathered around the farmer and said how unlucky this was, the beginning of the season and his horse dies, this was such a dreadful blow, to which the old farmer just smiled around at the villagers and said "We'll see."
Well of course the villagers were very impressed with in which the way the farmer was taking everything in his stride that some of them clubbed together and the very next day presented the farmer with a fine, new, young, strong stallion.
The rest of the villagers who where also there for the presentation of the gift, clapped the farmer on the back saying how lucky he was to receive such a gift, and not at all meaning to be rude or ungrateful the farmer smiled and said "we'll see." The villagers watched, smiling as the farmer hooked up his new horse to the plough and together they finished ploughing the first field.
After ploughing that first field the farmer decided to call it a day and he unhooked the plough and put the horse in it's paddock, however the next day when the farmer got up early and went to harness the horse ready for another day of ploughing, he discovered the paddock was empty, sometime in the night , the young stallion had jumped the fence to the paddock and ran away.
The villagers heard about this and gathered around the farmer saying what bad luck this was but the farmer just smiled around at them and said , can you guess?, yup he said "We'll see." and instead decided he would tend is flower garden.
A few days passed and the farmer tended his flower garden, but one day in the warmth of the sun the farmer straightened up and mopped his brow, but as he did so he caught something in the corner of his eye, he looked and he noticed two shadowy figures coming down the lane, as he continued to watch the figures cam clearer and low and behold it was the runaway stallion, and with him he had brought a friend, a beautiful mare.
Well of course the villagers heard the news of the two horses and came to congratulate the farmer on his luck, I mean to lose an horse only for it to come back and bring a friend at no extra cost, that was indeed lucky, but the farmer just said "We'll see." as he always did with a smile on his old face.
Later that year, sometime after ploughing season, the farmers son decided to take the new mare out for a ride through the country, however, as they were out, tragedy struck. Somewhere in the distance there was a large explosion, the explosion spooked the mare and she threw the farmers son off her back and he landed in such a way he was paralysed from the waist down.
The villagers heard of this and came to show their support, and they said what rotten luck and what a tragedy this was, to which the farmer replied, smiling, "We'll see."
The very next day the emperors men cam to the village to collect all the men and boys able to bear arms, which was almost all of them, so they could fight in their war as was their duty to their country. on the way out of the village the company stopped outside the farm as two of the emperors men went to the door, the farmer opened the door and the emperors men looked him and his son up and down and said, "Neither of you would be any use to us in this war, we relieve you of your obligation to fight."
And do you know not a single man or boy from the village returned from that war alive.
The End
Now ok not much of a bedtime story, but there is a message in it for us and the message is this; In this life there has to be a balance, the whole Yin and Yang thing, the good and the bad, the good days and things give us something to look forward to in life and the bad days and things, remind us not to take the good for granted, for if all was good we would surely take it for granted and if all was bad...well I think we'd all become lemmings or something.
Just like the English garden, too much sun and it will dry and die, to much rain and the flowers will drown, but just the right amount of both and that garden will bloom and grown in such a beautiful way. the sunshine and showers help us bloom and grow, the good and the bad, the yin and the yang.
Have a good night, sleep tight and sweet dreams, yours with hugs and bright blessings,
Rin
Once upon a time in central china there was a small village, just outside the small village was an old farm, in the farm house lived an old farmer and his son.
Ploughing season was here and all the farmer had to plough his field was a very old horse and an even older horse drawn plough. So this early sunny morning the old farmer, harnesses up his old horse to the old plough and together they begin ploughing the first of the fields, but they hadn't even got through a third of the field when for no reason except for old age finally catching up, the old horse just died.
The villagers heard about this and they gathered around the farmer and said how unlucky this was, the beginning of the season and his horse dies, this was such a dreadful blow, to which the old farmer just smiled around at the villagers and said "We'll see."
Well of course the villagers were very impressed with in which the way the farmer was taking everything in his stride that some of them clubbed together and the very next day presented the farmer with a fine, new, young, strong stallion.
The rest of the villagers who where also there for the presentation of the gift, clapped the farmer on the back saying how lucky he was to receive such a gift, and not at all meaning to be rude or ungrateful the farmer smiled and said "we'll see." The villagers watched, smiling as the farmer hooked up his new horse to the plough and together they finished ploughing the first field.
After ploughing that first field the farmer decided to call it a day and he unhooked the plough and put the horse in it's paddock, however the next day when the farmer got up early and went to harness the horse ready for another day of ploughing, he discovered the paddock was empty, sometime in the night , the young stallion had jumped the fence to the paddock and ran away.
The villagers heard about this and gathered around the farmer saying what bad luck this was but the farmer just smiled around at them and said , can you guess?, yup he said "We'll see." and instead decided he would tend is flower garden.
A few days passed and the farmer tended his flower garden, but one day in the warmth of the sun the farmer straightened up and mopped his brow, but as he did so he caught something in the corner of his eye, he looked and he noticed two shadowy figures coming down the lane, as he continued to watch the figures cam clearer and low and behold it was the runaway stallion, and with him he had brought a friend, a beautiful mare.
Well of course the villagers heard the news of the two horses and came to congratulate the farmer on his luck, I mean to lose an horse only for it to come back and bring a friend at no extra cost, that was indeed lucky, but the farmer just said "We'll see." as he always did with a smile on his old face.
Later that year, sometime after ploughing season, the farmers son decided to take the new mare out for a ride through the country, however, as they were out, tragedy struck. Somewhere in the distance there was a large explosion, the explosion spooked the mare and she threw the farmers son off her back and he landed in such a way he was paralysed from the waist down.
The villagers heard of this and came to show their support, and they said what rotten luck and what a tragedy this was, to which the farmer replied, smiling, "We'll see."
The very next day the emperors men cam to the village to collect all the men and boys able to bear arms, which was almost all of them, so they could fight in their war as was their duty to their country. on the way out of the village the company stopped outside the farm as two of the emperors men went to the door, the farmer opened the door and the emperors men looked him and his son up and down and said, "Neither of you would be any use to us in this war, we relieve you of your obligation to fight."
And do you know not a single man or boy from the village returned from that war alive.
The End
Now ok not much of a bedtime story, but there is a message in it for us and the message is this; In this life there has to be a balance, the whole Yin and Yang thing, the good and the bad, the good days and things give us something to look forward to in life and the bad days and things, remind us not to take the good for granted, for if all was good we would surely take it for granted and if all was bad...well I think we'd all become lemmings or something.
Just like the English garden, too much sun and it will dry and die, to much rain and the flowers will drown, but just the right amount of both and that garden will bloom and grown in such a beautiful way. the sunshine and showers help us bloom and grow, the good and the bad, the yin and the yang.
Have a good night, sleep tight and sweet dreams, yours with hugs and bright blessings,
Rin
EARTH HOUR 2013
In just ten days, on the 23rd of March at 8:30pm I will be one of hopefully many people across the world observing Earth Hour shutting all our electrics off, with the exception of my freezer, for 1 hour.
From it’s humble beginnings in Sydney, Australia on the 31st of March in 2007, Earth Hour, originally conceived by WWF and Leo Burnett, has grown into something magnificent. Now people all over the world have been inspired to take part in Earth Hour each year to raise awareness about climate change and encourage the people of the world to take action.
This year Uganda has begun the first Earth Hour Forest, as a step to fight the 6000 hectares of deforestation that happen in the country every month. Earth hour is vitally important and it is our way to say to the world leaders and the would be destroyers of our planet, “We ain’t gonna take this lying down.”
Earth hour is your chance to show your support for our world not just for me, or for WWF but for you and your family, and your children and their children and the other future generations.
So what are you going to do for Earth Hour this year? How can you help tackle climate change? Well how bout starting by turning off your lights for Earth Hour at 8:30 pm on Saturday March 23rd, and just so you know it’s not GMT specific it ‘s whenever it is 8:30pm in your home land.
Some great things to do in the hour, use the opportunity for a romantic candle dinner and candle light dancing for you and your partner, go stargazing, listen to the original radio play of “War of the Worlds.” (which you can get here https://itunes.apple.com/gb/album/war-worlds-1938-original-cbs/id292128383 ) on your iPod and watch out for the martians, like I am going to, have a murder mystery party, there are lots of things you can do in the dark for one hour or even longer to get the message across even more!!! Just use your imagination.
You can also get involved and have your say by entering your story into WWF’s Earthbook, right here http://www.earthbook2012.org/ and add your voice to thousands others, another cool way to celebrate and be seen and heard.
Helping to make our world a better place is not just the responsibility of the charities and organizations around the world, it is the responsibility of us all for the future generations whether they be ours, or others, and we should do our best to do so, and we should keep on doing so even after Earth Hour.
We can help by recycling, by turning off lights when we are not using rooms and turning of appliances at the wall when we are not using them.
I am as excited as a kid at Christmas, about Earth Hour and I hope you are too, why not leave a comment on my website and tell me what you are going to do in the dark at 8:30pm on March the 23rd this year for Earth Hour....and do try and behave, nothing that would corrupt my innocent readers too much ;-P
your with bright blessings and big hugs,
Rin
xox
The blog I posted today on my website :
IT’S ALL ABOUT YOU AND BEING WHO YOU ARE!
MOOD: up and down today
COLOUR: today it’s cosmic blue, royal blue and purple.
SONG: ‘Who I Am” Jessica Andrews
So I have spoken about the emptiness in my life and the loneliness I feel sometimes because of my lack of friends and a family, and yeah it sucks, but since writing about the loneliness and stuff, I have had people telling me things like; “You should be more like him.”, “You should be more like her.” and “You should be more like me!” Well although I appreciate the advice and the platitudes, I gotta say...NOOOO thank you.
Loneliness is a pain in the ass, believe me I know, but you know what, why should I change and be more like Tom, Dick and Harriet? The mask I wear is not a mask at all it is me, it is who I am. Yus I have bipolar and other issues, yus I am not particularly cool or clever or good looking, and I hate dance music and such clubs with a fiery passion. But so fucking what!!! And that’s me swearing. Something I don’t do much on my site.
I shall say this only once, I am not going to change to please others, if I make any changes it is to please me, and everyone else will do well to take a leaf out of this damn book.
For years people have said: “I want to be more like him or her.” What you don’t know or rather what some people don’t say out loud because they haven’t got the balls to say it, is a lot of the time, not all, but a lot of the time, what people are really saying when they say that is “I want to BE him/her.” and the reason I know this? because that is exactly what I used to be like, and I know I wasn’t the only one, it is very rare you are the only one in any situation, there’s always someone else in a similar sit.
Anyway so there’s so many people out there who want to be someone else because that someone else has got more friends, more money, a nicer place, a nicer family, well I got a news flash for ya, lots of people covet things that others have, there are some people who may long to be like you too, or maybe not, who knows.
But I do know this, you are not going to find yourself or your own friends by being someone else or by trying too hard to be like someone else. You are only going to find that by being yourself you big dope and yup that goes for me too.
Now if you don’t like who yourself is, there is no reason you can’t change, anything and everything is possible, it just means you haven’t found your TRUE self yet or you are too scared to be your true self because you are letting people hold you back, which is a big cop out guv, you may want to be a punk but you are scared what your folks will say, screw them, if a punk is who you are then be that damn punk, if public schoolboy type is who you are, be that public schoolboy type, if you believe you are a goth gal be a goddam goth gal, if you are a boy trapped in a girls body or vice versa, release your damned self and screw society, society is not important, you are, and until you are true to yourself, you can’t be true to others and they can’t be true to you.
Let me tell you something about society, if society can’t accept you for who you are, then that means a couple of things, firstly, society is full of bigots and they are the ones with the problem not you, secondly, it’s possible that some of them haven’t found their true selves yet or daren’t be their true selves because they’re too scared to. does it make you better than them? nope, just more open minded and true to yourself than they are.
And you know what else if society don’t like it then you damn well tell them “Cry me river, build a bridge and get the fuck over it.” You’re either a sheep or you are you, it’s your choice.
Being someone because people to tell you to be that person means that you are just going to be more unhappy than you were before.
Yeah I am still pretty much friendless, acquaintances sure I got them, twitter buddies, yup I got them too, I haven’t made friends on SG yet, I don’t expect I’ll make any friends here in Devon any time soon and you know what screw them, but for years I had been listening to others telling me who I should and shouldn’t be, and listening to people laughing at me because of my craziness and crazy ideas.
The one thing I can say is I have found, and in some areas am still finding, myself, I know for a fact I been hiding parts of the real me for some years, and even though am still pretty much friendless I am certain I am on the right path because I am happier with the person I am now becoming.
Looking up to people is fine, appreciating them for who they are is great, but you can’t be them you must be you, so instead of aspiring to BE someone else or be like them, aspire to be the real you, and the chances are you will find your place and your friends and your true happiness if not straight away, someday soon, but making changes and finding yourself takes time, I mean I am 37 soon so I been looking for a while.
It doesn’t mean that’s how long it will take for you, you may be cleverer than I am. You maybe even found yourself years ago and this is all old news to you, but I am writing this because, well it’s like I said before, I can’t be the only one in this situation, there could be others, and it is as much for them as it is myself that I write this.
I’m going to close this blog with a kinda mantra I have and often use, “Take me as I am, or don’t take me at all, if you can’t take me at all, you should at least respect me as I do you, and if you can’t respect me, then you stay the fuck out of my face and I will stay the fuck out of yours.”
A true friend accepts you for who you are mind, body and soul, you accept them for who they are mind, body and soul if you are a true friend to them. I am looking for true friends, not people that want to change me and hold me back from being the real me. You have a right to the self same. :-)
Love, hugs and bright blessings
Rin
xox
IT’S ALL ABOUT YOU AND BEING WHO YOU ARE!
MOOD: up and down today
COLOUR: today it’s cosmic blue, royal blue and purple.
SONG: ‘Who I Am” Jessica Andrews
So I have spoken about the emptiness in my life and the loneliness I feel sometimes because of my lack of friends and a family, and yeah it sucks, but since writing about the loneliness and stuff, I have had people telling me things like; “You should be more like him.”, “You should be more like her.” and “You should be more like me!” Well although I appreciate the advice and the platitudes, I gotta say...NOOOO thank you.
Loneliness is a pain in the ass, believe me I know, but you know what, why should I change and be more like Tom, Dick and Harriet? The mask I wear is not a mask at all it is me, it is who I am. Yus I have bipolar and other issues, yus I am not particularly cool or clever or good looking, and I hate dance music and such clubs with a fiery passion. But so fucking what!!! And that’s me swearing. Something I don’t do much on my site.
I shall say this only once, I am not going to change to please others, if I make any changes it is to please me, and everyone else will do well to take a leaf out of this damn book.
For years people have said: “I want to be more like him or her.” What you don’t know or rather what some people don’t say out loud because they haven’t got the balls to say it, is a lot of the time, not all, but a lot of the time, what people are really saying when they say that is “I want to BE him/her.” and the reason I know this? because that is exactly what I used to be like, and I know I wasn’t the only one, it is very rare you are the only one in any situation, there’s always someone else in a similar sit.
Anyway so there’s so many people out there who want to be someone else because that someone else has got more friends, more money, a nicer place, a nicer family, well I got a news flash for ya, lots of people covet things that others have, there are some people who may long to be like you too, or maybe not, who knows.
But I do know this, you are not going to find yourself or your own friends by being someone else or by trying too hard to be like someone else. You are only going to find that by being yourself you big dope and yup that goes for me too.
Now if you don’t like who yourself is, there is no reason you can’t change, anything and everything is possible, it just means you haven’t found your TRUE self yet or you are too scared to be your true self because you are letting people hold you back, which is a big cop out guv, you may want to be a punk but you are scared what your folks will say, screw them, if a punk is who you are then be that damn punk, if public schoolboy type is who you are, be that public schoolboy type, if you believe you are a goth gal be a goddam goth gal, if you are a boy trapped in a girls body or vice versa, release your damned self and screw society, society is not important, you are, and until you are true to yourself, you can’t be true to others and they can’t be true to you.
Let me tell you something about society, if society can’t accept you for who you are, then that means a couple of things, firstly, society is full of bigots and they are the ones with the problem not you, secondly, it’s possible that some of them haven’t found their true selves yet or daren’t be their true selves because they’re too scared to. does it make you better than them? nope, just more open minded and true to yourself than they are.
And you know what else if society don’t like it then you damn well tell them “Cry me river, build a bridge and get the fuck over it.” You’re either a sheep or you are you, it’s your choice.
Being someone because people to tell you to be that person means that you are just going to be more unhappy than you were before.
Yeah I am still pretty much friendless, acquaintances sure I got them, twitter buddies, yup I got them too, I haven’t made friends on SG yet, I don’t expect I’ll make any friends here in Devon any time soon and you know what screw them, but for years I had been listening to others telling me who I should and shouldn’t be, and listening to people laughing at me because of my craziness and crazy ideas.
The one thing I can say is I have found, and in some areas am still finding, myself, I know for a fact I been hiding parts of the real me for some years, and even though am still pretty much friendless I am certain I am on the right path because I am happier with the person I am now becoming.
Looking up to people is fine, appreciating them for who they are is great, but you can’t be them you must be you, so instead of aspiring to BE someone else or be like them, aspire to be the real you, and the chances are you will find your place and your friends and your true happiness if not straight away, someday soon, but making changes and finding yourself takes time, I mean I am 37 soon so I been looking for a while.
It doesn’t mean that’s how long it will take for you, you may be cleverer than I am. You maybe even found yourself years ago and this is all old news to you, but I am writing this because, well it’s like I said before, I can’t be the only one in this situation, there could be others, and it is as much for them as it is myself that I write this.
I’m going to close this blog with a kinda mantra I have and often use, “Take me as I am, or don’t take me at all, if you can’t take me at all, you should at least respect me as I do you, and if you can’t respect me, then you stay the fuck out of my face and I will stay the fuck out of yours.”
A true friend accepts you for who you are mind, body and soul, you accept them for who they are mind, body and soul if you are a true friend to them. I am looking for true friends, not people that want to change me and hold me back from being the real me. You have a right to the self same. :-)
Love, hugs and bright blessings
Rin
xox
So Mondays suck huh? ok I get ya end of the weekend, possible not much chance of partying til the next one comes along, it seems no one likes Mondays, but I gotta say as Mondays go this one hasn't been so bad. Sunday night was hellish but today has been kinda slow and I discovered I lost about an inch off the waist so yay me. Ama keep doing my best and soon enough I'll get there.
The one thing I will say though is this Monday is also creepy, I get a very déja vu thing today like I been here done this, written all this here before. This obviously must mean I have dreamt of this in the past.
Apparently there are several stages to R.E.M. sleep. We dream of the past in one, the present in another, our fantasies or our nightmares in another, our problems and how to solve them in another and finally the future.
If we wake up shortly after these stages and stay awake we will remember most if not all of the dream but if we wake then fall back asleep within moments it is buried deep in our subconscious, until we or someone, says or does something, or there is some event, to remind us of that dream, and that's where the whole déja vu bit comes from. cool huh...but still spooky because now I am wondering what happened next in the dream...hopefully nothing bad.
I have bored you enough now, have a great evening,
yours with hugs n bright blessings
Rin
The one thing I will say though is this Monday is also creepy, I get a very déja vu thing today like I been here done this, written all this here before. This obviously must mean I have dreamt of this in the past.
Apparently there are several stages to R.E.M. sleep. We dream of the past in one, the present in another, our fantasies or our nightmares in another, our problems and how to solve them in another and finally the future.
If we wake up shortly after these stages and stay awake we will remember most if not all of the dream but if we wake then fall back asleep within moments it is buried deep in our subconscious, until we or someone, says or does something, or there is some event, to remind us of that dream, and that's where the whole déja vu bit comes from. cool huh...but still spooky because now I am wondering what happened next in the dream...hopefully nothing bad.
I have bored you enough now, have a great evening,
yours with hugs n bright blessings
Rin
So I figured I should tell you a bit more about me. You already know i love art and writing and that I am 30 something soon to be 30 something more, if you read my profile this is. You should also know by now that most of my music tastes is from 200 year B.C.D. (before Compact Disc) although I also like some of todays stuff, though Jedward really want shooting , it is important you agree with me on this because they murdered a classic song, "Under Pressure" by David Bowie and Queen, not least by singing it at all but also by mixing it up with Ice Ice Baby by the muppet known as Vanilla Ice, can you say sacrilege?
I am pro gay, lesbian, transgender and all that jazz totally support the LGBT community and as such can't stand bigotry. I am also a keen supporter of Make-A-Wish foundation and of WWF, yes I am a panda and tree hugger I admit it and I am proud. I support lots of charities and organisations though not all financially...I'm not rich y'know.
I am not great looking, I am currently tubby but trying to get fitter and not so tubby, so yup I am a fatty, get over it. I recently quit smoking...no more pot for me then... but I shall not be transformed into a health nut, you can forget it, I just wanna lose a couple inches off the waist and that is that, so health shakes can kiss off.
I have two websites, one for me and my blogs and my ebook, one for me and my shipmates in our star trek fan group, in which I am a Lt Junior Grade.
I released my first e-book last year called "Life, The World and Everything." It's poetry and two short stories and some other bits, it's not the best but it is mine and I am proud of it as it is my first and thus far only attempt.
And I guess that's about it for me. If you wanna learn more then write and ask, if ya wanna be friends, friends are good, but no fuckwittery or being mean for the sake of being mean, and bear In mind I do have bipolar so i can be a moody git at times, deal with it, I have to deal with it too ya know.
So big hugs, big love and bright blessings to all,
Rin
P.s. I love hugs, hugs rock, I collect them.
I am pro gay, lesbian, transgender and all that jazz totally support the LGBT community and as such can't stand bigotry. I am also a keen supporter of Make-A-Wish foundation and of WWF, yes I am a panda and tree hugger I admit it and I am proud. I support lots of charities and organisations though not all financially...I'm not rich y'know.
I am not great looking, I am currently tubby but trying to get fitter and not so tubby, so yup I am a fatty, get over it. I recently quit smoking...no more pot for me then... but I shall not be transformed into a health nut, you can forget it, I just wanna lose a couple inches off the waist and that is that, so health shakes can kiss off.
I have two websites, one for me and my blogs and my ebook, one for me and my shipmates in our star trek fan group, in which I am a Lt Junior Grade.
I released my first e-book last year called "Life, The World and Everything." It's poetry and two short stories and some other bits, it's not the best but it is mine and I am proud of it as it is my first and thus far only attempt.
And I guess that's about it for me. If you wanna learn more then write and ask, if ya wanna be friends, friends are good, but no fuckwittery or being mean for the sake of being mean, and bear In mind I do have bipolar so i can be a moody git at times, deal with it, I have to deal with it too ya know.
So big hugs, big love and bright blessings to all,
Rin
P.s. I love hugs, hugs rock, I collect them.
Hello, I am Tarin, writer of poetry and blogs and stuff, 30 something edging on forty, miserably single, but happily living, crazy about art, most music except the modern stuff, old enough to be saying "new fangled" and young enough to have few if any wrinkles. Literally certified because of bipolar disorder, and minty ice cream and choc is tops. Love it.
