a new direction maybe…

I’m having a bloggy midlife crisis, or my blog is having a crisis… or I don’t know what, really.
I tend to be passive agressive at times. I shy away from confrontation, it takes a lot to get me cranky, really cranky, and while I am online I try and be less controversial and more happy and carefree.
My problem?  There have been things happening online, and around the country that I really want to comment on, but I tend to not want to offend anyone, not stick my neck out, not get any attention outside of my blog, so I stay quiet, and just plod along on doing what I do.
I never really wanted to write on controversial or the ‘hot’ topics as there is already so much of that out there.
I’m not interested in any sort of attention, because most of my arguments are simply what I feel, how I see things, not anything based on facts. So you could quite easily rip my opinion to shreds, and that’s where my problem lies. I don’t like the idea of people saying what I think is shit, purely because I have no fact to back it up with. That’s personal.
Is that a problem? Sometimes I think so.
I’m thinking of changing my blog, adding more of this, but still keeping the other lightweight stuff.

Part of this ranting lies with the whole feminist and anti-feminist issues. At the very core of it, the base meaning of the word, yes I am a feminist.  You will be hard pressed to find me vocalising it, as I feel the majority of them are doing their cause a great disservice by being so uptight about every. little. thing. There’s got to be a limit to how far you go.
And as the mother of boys, I am erring towards being a manist (is that even a word?).  Boys are young men are getting such a bad rap of it that they will soon be as frightened as what girls appear to be.  they can’t seem to be doing anything right.  If I had a daughter would I be any different, I don’t know.. but does it matter really.

So what I want to know is, would you mind if I got on my soap box every now and then and went off. I’m only asking because it is, will be, quite different to what I have been and usually do here.

It’s all about being Thankful.

It’s been so damned busy around here and yet I have achieved absolutely nothing. Well, that may not be strictly true, but it feels that way.

I know of several people who do a gratitude list here on WordPress, and while I’ve tried, I just can’t get it together to do one on a regular basis.
And then there’s the facebook thing going round, 3 things for 5 days and tagging your friends.
Now I am certainly not ungrateful for what I have but was dreading the day someone might actually drag me into posting.
I get the whole reasoning behind it, and I will do it, but my way.

So here are some things I am thankful for.

  1. I am healthy, fit and happy.
  2. I have food to eat and a roof over my head.
  3. My kids still talk to me – teenagers and all.
  4. My family – wherever they may be – are all safe and happy.
  5. I lead a busy life – no time to worry about being bored.
  6. I have a job I love – while only working on a casual basis, I am happy it is there for me.
  7. I have a wonderful group of friends – it’s only taken me 30+ years to get there.
  8. I live in the best part of the world – we have nothing in the way of conflict.
  9. I live in great country that is far and wide, and absolutely amazing – every last bit of it (and I’ve seen a bit).
  10. I am able to persue any opportunities that come my way, without fear of retribution or otherwise.
  11. I feel safe.
  12. I am loved.
  13. I enjoy having friends all  over the world – it is a wonderful thing to be able connect on a personal level (see things through others’ eyes, learn new stuff, see awesome pictures)  and above all be able to visit them!
  14. I have trustworthy kids – the older two both have our credit card details for their Xbox live stuff, and they ask/let us know if they have to buy anything, which is not very often, but still.

As and extra:
I’m also happy to live in such a lovely area where even complete strangers feel comfortable paying you a compliment. And by complete stranger I mean a person I have seen in passing, on occasion, walking their dog,  I do not know who he is, or where he’s from.  This morning, as I’m jogging past he calls out and says “I’m impressed, you’re doing so well,it’s great to see” and then on my way back meeting him further down the road he says it again “good job, keep up the hard work”

Things like that certainly make you feel so much better, and it’s a little easier to push through the pain (at least til they can’t see you anymore).

Have a great week, and why not pay someone a compliment, it’ll make them smile and you can feel good too.
Jen

New food at the Market.

Most of you know I am co-coordinator of my local market. Last month we said goodbye to the family who helped make us what we were and supplied the most amazing bbq and cafe. This month we welcome two new foodies to the fray.
A local running the cafe with an incredible menu and a local of Hobart who will be outside on the bbq – which will include his own shop front of home made sauce, relish and mustards.
After perusing these menus I’m already thinking I’m going t have to up my exercise routine – I’m exhausted just looking at the choices and what I will choose. I usually try and buy lunch each month, picking a different item. It’s going to be hard…between soups, salad and pies inside to yummy burgers outside.
Check out their full menus – Woodbridge Market

Enjoy, and don’t drool too much.
Jen :-)

Sunday Round-up

Ten am and I should probably get out of bed.
Time for a cup of life sustaining liquid – Hot and strong!
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Exercise goals…

I’ve walked 35.4 km’s this week and I’m feeling fantastic! My minimum goal is 20, equating to just under 3k a day, which as we say would be a ‘piece of piss’ or extremely easy to achieve.

On Sunday we took a wander and checked out a scuttled boat..

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Photo of photos on cameras

Monday we went with friends to Snug Falls..
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And on Friday I took a couple of boys to the Aquatic centre and afterwards, while they were in the park playing I wandered off and took some pictures of Boat Sheds..

Jen :-)

The Bus Trip to Heaven – a short story.

The bus wound its way the edge of the cliff. Precariously positioned on the narrow road, it was an odd feeling, considering when she looked out of the opposite window, there were rolling green hills, with animals and houses dotted around. She had never been to such a place, and the sheer beauty (as well as the sheer size of the cliff) took her breath away. At every corner there was a new view, another mountain in the distance, a waterfall that seemingly springs from nowhere, a village tucked away in the foothills. Strange yes, but somehow it all made total sense. It was every beautiful scene she had ever seen or dreamed of, all in the one place.

They had been driving now for several hours, and what surprised her the most was the other passengers. Some were completely ignoring the view, others looked bored and some like herself, that were spellbound.
Except for one. A young man sat near the front, facing away for her, not moving. Still as a statue. But she could see his reflection and his face was constant movement of emotions. Like her own she imagined, but his was different, as though this was a strange new world, and he was almost scared of the trip. Maybe it was a certain naivety on his behalf. She wondered why he would be scared, seeing views like this would not mean something scary at the end of the road.

The road started climbing into the hills next to them, winding in and around the natural shape of the earth. Ahead of them lay a large area of bush land and looking closely, she could see the road disappear into the darkness. The road kept winding, feeling almost as though it were tying them in a knot. She started to feel dizzy, no lights anywhere, and with no certainty of their direction the bus suddenly felt stiflingly closed in. “Will it ever end?” was her thought on the cusp of fainting.
Rounding one last bend and the sunlight appeared as if out of nowhere, and between the faint feeling and the sudden light, her head started pounding with an impending headache. “Seriously, just what I need” she whispered to herself whilst reaching for her water bottle. Where was her water bottle? She was sure she had bought it with. That was really annoying.

Looking around she was surprised by the other passengers, still, unimpressed by the beauty of the place. Why, how could you not be affected by this.
It was then she noticed it. The young man was no longer in his seat. She looked all over the bus, front and back. No, he wasn’t anywhere. Where did he go? And what about the two kids behind her, and the old lady on the back seat.
She tried to call out, but no voice came. She tried again. Still, no voice. Standing up from her seat, although it was more like she was floating, in a panic she tried to call out, to get someone’s attention. Nothing would come out, and it was as though no one could see her.
The driver had seen her and after she started to approach him, he called out, and in an instant she was back in her seat. How did that happen, she hadn’t moved and yet she was again seated. And it was also then she realised how quiet it was. there was no noise, no engine from the bus, no chattering. What was this place, she pinched herself, was she in a dream. More like a nightmare.
She started shaking uncontrollably, scared, until an older lady sat beside her, calming her with a touch.
“It’s ok my dear, we all have to take this trip, it’s been so long since I was here, but now it’s your time. Don’t be scared now”
She looked up “Grandma! What are you doing here?.. but you’re dea..how did you get here…?”
“Yes dear, remember when you were just a child, of 8 if I remember, and I was in the hospital. You brought me a picture you drew, flowers, and us both dancing in the sunshine”
Sitting in stunned silence, she looked at her grandma, who looked exactly like she had 10 years earlier.
There were no words for such a long time, it felt like an eternity. The understanding crept in, and she remembered exactly where her body was.
“Where are we? What is this place?”
“On our way to Heaven dear. I’ve been sent to help you through. As with everyone here, they have their helpers, a guide if you will. Some have left already, and the young man you were watching, he’s still alive, it’s why he was so scared, it wasn’t his time yet. You’re nearly ready, and we’re nearly there”
Heaven? No, not now.
“But.. my family, mum and dad…” her voice trailed away, even though it was all just thoughts.
“They’ll be fine my dear, they’ve come to accept your passing is inevitable. They’ll survive, in time”

They rounded another bend before she could say anything else and the view that greeted them was beyond anything in her wildest dreams. The sight was such she swore she could hear the angel song of harps, and the butterflies and flowers all around made her heart sing.

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The family stood huddled around her bed, tears threatening each of them. A woman sat close, holding the hand of her daughter watching her chest rising and falling gently, slowing. “I wonder if grandma is there with her, I hope so” a young man, her brother, stated, “it would make her feel comfortable, welcome”
They had been here with her for several days, the illness had ravaged her body, and it was about to take the last vestige of life. She was too young to go, but they knew this day was coming, had prepared for it. They would survive, slowly learn to move on. To live again.
Her body stirred, and she took one last breath, a sharp intake of air and then… nothing. Her chest stopped moving, her eyes settled beneath her closed lids and a single tear rolled down her cheek.

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Hope you enjoyed that one which started out as they tend to do, on another track altogether.
Jen :-)