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A strange, but glorious spill of nuttiness.

I feel like I’ve neglected all my loyal readers. I’ve been so busy in the lead up to the market opening, and everything else, I’ve had no time to read any blogs, let alone comment and write my own. I have things to say, just no time to actually say it.

I’ve missed one day on my photo box, kind of on purpose. If I was comfortable of showing a picture of me looking rat shit then that would have been yesterday’s choice. I’ve missed taking photos, getting out and just wandering around.

I had a mini breakdown on Tuesday last week, and my partner in crime, was having hers last night. I know that on Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning I will be a stressed out mess, nothing that a drink or two won’t fix. And a good sleep.

We are fully booked for our first market, but now we need the people to come along. I’ve sorted ads for the local papers and this morning emailed off ads for radio stations – free community announcements are our friend. Lets hope they pay off.

Monday we put up signs, Tuesday I had a committee meeting for the local community centre, I’ve been de stashing beads, making orders, and attempting to keep the house in order. Thankfully hubby is home. Calms me down, but he can stress it with the best of them.

I’ve got stories in my head to write, pictures to take, posts to write, work, and socialising (gotta keep sane somehow). I’ve got loads of posts in my head, pity I don’t have time to write the idea, but I tend to write brilliant posts in head, and when the time comes to put it on paper on screen, it just never comes out with the right words. Or, it is too long after the fact and I feel it’s not relevant anymore.

My community centre work is not a huge lot at the moment, I am way too busy to do more than attend meetings – I had to turn down a sub committee last night for that reason. I know my limits. I tend to get ‘Westwinds head’ as it makes me think in a way I’m not used to. My partner said the market does that to her.

As I’m writing this, I just recognised that ‘putting pressure on myself’ thing. I was thinking abut making some new brooches, and then went “when will I have time?” Saturday is pretty well a write-off with market set up and family commitments, Friday? There might be a few hours, Thursday? Again, a couple of hours, but I have to also do house stuff, pack my own market boxes, and then probably spend half the day out in the city. At least I can write if I get the motivation to.

I’ve become a bit of a sludge monster. Beached whale. Feeling stodgy. Aside from a tad more exercise, I know what I need to do. I have to get back to the gym, but we are playing semi regular tennis. Although do what want, I’d have to play non stop for several hours. I looked at my diet, and it’s not that bad really.
I’m to a huge chippy or chocolate fan, soft drink in very little portions. Is even easier if its not in the house, I can’t eat it. M kids need to cut down on it as well.
My killer. Carbs. Toast, sangas (sandwiches), rolls, and then there’s the potato, rice and pasta. I’m or going to cut it all out, that would be a killer. But severely cut down on it. Tiny portions of the latter, and very little of the former. None for breakfast, and whole grain when I do. I’m working on a 3 week turn around initially so see how it goes. It certainly can’t be a bad thing.

Life goes on, things will ease up, and then, as they do, go heater skelter on me.
Hubby will come and go, or go and come in this case.
School will finish for the summer, eldest will get loads more hours at work (and hopefully his licence), I’ll have more work at the PO, Christmas and new year will arrive and round it goes again.

I decided I wouldn’t edit this, it’s as it’s come out of my head, in all my glorious nuttiness.
For my regulars, please know I haven’t forgotten you, and thank those who’ve commented but I’ve it replied to, I’m reading my favourite blogs, and I’m so sorry, but had to delete a whole slew as they kept piling up and I had no time.

A friend in waiting
Jen 🙂

And coz I can, a random picture.


Awards, rewards and responses

I’ve been thinking about this for some time now, but until I read something this morning I wasn’t sure how to put it. Or if I was right. This post I read (here) confirmed for me what I was troubled with.
WordPress is a wonderful community and many of us have felt a new sense of family within its blogs. Myself included. And the awards that float about and are dished up accordingly by our friends are certainly wonderful gifts. I am always humbled when I receive one. Someone who reads my words and is then inspired/enlightened/humoured enough to come back and to then reward me is amazing, every time.  Considering I often have a low confidence on the impact of my writing, it is indeed a lovely message to see.
I know there are several that I have stashed away somewhere that I have not responded to. Do I feel bad. Not so much. Life gets in the way, and I find that if I don’t reply right there and then, I just won’t.

The idea for most of these awards is to respond to questions that delve a little further into our lives. You know what,  if what I write about or post pictures of is not indicative of who I am and my personality, morals and values, then my so-called “things people don’t know” are not going to make it any clearer.  Besides, they are usually things people don’t know for a reason. Sure when we blog, we are putting ourselves on the line, and putting our soul out there for all to see, but we still get to choose what we show.

The award below is the latest one. I am humbled about receiving it, these are designed to share the love after all, but it will be the last one I respond to. Actually I’m not even going to respond properly to it. It has helped me decide that if you want to see what I like in the word press world, then go click on my “blogs I read” link. (Give me 24 hrs from this post to finally get the page filled with my favourite bloggers). I will thank nuts for treasure for including me.

Awards are all well and good, but what I like more are those come and read, like, comment and follow me. Every time that box lights up, I get a little thrill. Thank you for everything, I do appreciate you presence in my little world.

“The WordPress Family Award is reserved for folks in Cyberspace who are unceasingly kind, sympathetic, encouraging, and open to laughter – and who keep each other going by sharing, commenting, and making personal connections even though they may actually be virtual strangers”

Have a great evening or new day,
Jennifer 🙂