warning: below ridiculous, rambling, text from a cough syrup addled mind, lives a manic mega photo dump
the title of this blog is "the little things" i think that is going to be my theme for the new year.
"take time to delight in the little things.. " was an old clicheed saying that my mother used to drill into our heads, and it used to really piss me off when she would say it over and over. it seemed that i did it any way, always super in tune to things around me, the emotional atmosphere, especially.
i always was one to stop for a moment and revel in the perfect second of golden, honeyed sunlight or shadow of gloomy, indigo gray cast by an ominous, petulant cloud.
now, more than ever, the little things are filling my life with so many moments of perfect reflection, that it's becoming hard to pause and take notice of them all. so, i try and capture them on film, or jot down a few words about them. it's the least i can do. no doubt davide or any other poor sap with me at the time, gets a bit tired of stopping looking around, and wondering where i am. though, usually quickly they realize, "oh there she is waaayy, back there taking a snap of a bag of crisps on the ground *eye roll"
but hey, there will be a day when my memory doesn't serve me as well as it does now. i don't want to forget any of this, or take it for granted.
here i am back in mansfield struggling with the (cue ominous music) temperamental toilet from a couple of blogs back.
i am still feeling poorly, and after yesterday's projectile vomiting of fish and chips that davide was so nice to surprise me with, (sadly, i don't think i will ever be able to eat it again after hacking up a couple or large chunks of batter) and the subsequent seven hour car ride where i had to do all i could to not vom like, 18 times, (finally just settling for sleeping on the mister's lap (causing mega leg cramps that he didn't even complain about i will have you know) for the majority of the drive)
all i want to do is make my bodily functions in peace.
( and yes, i am fully aware that I just put an ( ) IN an ( ) because i am just THAT amazing...
or high on night nurse, you decide.)
but no.
just when i think i have figured it out, ie: i got it to flush normally twice in a row, i had to throw up, and i couldn't get it to flush afterwards. i tried twice!
everyone is asleep, so i was relieved, and thought i would have a minute to compose myself, and go back in a tick to try again.. you know, walk away from the pressure... get a fresh perspective. my hands were shaking and clammy, my cheeks and ears got all hot, and i was like, feeling that knot in the pit of my stomach of "oh god. please. no." so, walk away for a moment i did.
well, not thirty seconds later, some poor soul just went in there, and now i feel like a right dick head. i'm hiding in davide's room for the rest of eternity.
also, two nights ago, davide's flatmate walked in on me changing my clothes in the bathroom. just straight, HELLO, walked in.. completely naked, brushing my teeth, bending over to grab my pj pants. i've had enough embarrassment and bodily functions for a lifetime in the last couple of days, folks. between davide's folks hearing him sexing me, nick walking in on me giving davide head, and the fact that the snot that is pouring out if my nose is florescent green, and when i wake, its crusted both of my nostrils shut, you could truly stick a fork in me, because i am done. as well as looking ever so irresistible.
thank god the mister is at the pub with his mates, no doubt he would be here laughing his ass off at me.
i'm tired of being sick, i'm afraid every cough wakes up the whole house, and i just want to take pictures of the glorious snow outside, wear a hideous christmas jumper and be friggi'n festive.
FESTIVE I TELL YOU!
the end.
ffs.
the title of this blog is "the little things" i think that is going to be my theme for the new year.
"take time to delight in the little things.. " was an old clicheed saying that my mother used to drill into our heads, and it used to really piss me off when she would say it over and over. it seemed that i did it any way, always super in tune to things around me, the emotional atmosphere, especially.
i always was one to stop for a moment and revel in the perfect second of golden, honeyed sunlight or shadow of gloomy, indigo gray cast by an ominous, petulant cloud.
now, more than ever, the little things are filling my life with so many moments of perfect reflection, that it's becoming hard to pause and take notice of them all. so, i try and capture them on film, or jot down a few words about them. it's the least i can do. no doubt davide or any other poor sap with me at the time, gets a bit tired of stopping looking around, and wondering where i am. though, usually quickly they realize, "oh there she is waaayy, back there taking a snap of a bag of crisps on the ground *eye roll"
but hey, there will be a day when my memory doesn't serve me as well as it does now. i don't want to forget any of this, or take it for granted.
here i am back in mansfield struggling with the (cue ominous music) temperamental toilet from a couple of blogs back.
i am still feeling poorly, and after yesterday's projectile vomiting of fish and chips that davide was so nice to surprise me with, (sadly, i don't think i will ever be able to eat it again after hacking up a couple or large chunks of batter) and the subsequent seven hour car ride where i had to do all i could to not vom like, 18 times, (finally just settling for sleeping on the mister's lap (causing mega leg cramps that he didn't even complain about i will have you know) for the majority of the drive)
all i want to do is make my bodily functions in peace.
( and yes, i am fully aware that I just put an ( ) IN an ( ) because i am just THAT amazing...
or high on night nurse, you decide.)
but no.
just when i think i have figured it out, ie: i got it to flush normally twice in a row, i had to throw up, and i couldn't get it to flush afterwards. i tried twice!
everyone is asleep, so i was relieved, and thought i would have a minute to compose myself, and go back in a tick to try again.. you know, walk away from the pressure... get a fresh perspective. my hands were shaking and clammy, my cheeks and ears got all hot, and i was like, feeling that knot in the pit of my stomach of "oh god. please. no." so, walk away for a moment i did.
well, not thirty seconds later, some poor soul just went in there, and now i feel like a right dick head. i'm hiding in davide's room for the rest of eternity.
also, two nights ago, davide's flatmate walked in on me changing my clothes in the bathroom. just straight, HELLO, walked in.. completely naked, brushing my teeth, bending over to grab my pj pants. i've had enough embarrassment and bodily functions for a lifetime in the last couple of days, folks. between davide's folks hearing him sexing me, nick walking in on me giving davide head, and the fact that the snot that is pouring out if my nose is florescent green, and when i wake, its crusted both of my nostrils shut, you could truly stick a fork in me, because i am done. as well as looking ever so irresistible.
thank god the mister is at the pub with his mates, no doubt he would be here laughing his ass off at me.
i'm tired of being sick, i'm afraid every cough wakes up the whole house, and i just want to take pictures of the glorious snow outside, wear a hideous christmas jumper and be friggi'n festive.
FESTIVE I TELL YOU!
the end.
ffs.
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I hope you're all ok, no one has heard from you guys in a while.....
Happy New Year, hon.
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