I like this picture.. mainly because the iced buns look like boobs. Yeah, I went there.
It's the Friday before a Bank Holiday Monday.. I'm super stoked about the upcoming weekend. Not that I have major plans that involve slowly driving a caravan across the UK, clogging up traffic while I cruise at 55mph .. I sort of wish I did. I think caravans are hot*.
I think my weekend will include a lot of laughing, geekery, some relaxing, some silly, maybe a few made up competitions and some pretty decent eating. I mean, there'll be a Sunday - and there's always bacon on Sundays.
I think I'm having Friday ADHD. There was something I wanted to write about and it seems to have completely escaped me. Oh well.
Did I mention that those buns look like boobs?
(*not really)
28 May 2010
19 May 2010
At the moment, I'm spending my time moving between here and there both literally and figuratively.
Time is standing still and flying past all at once and there isn't very much I can do to stop it. I should add that I'm not sure I'd want to, anyway.
This weekend I have a very difficult task ahead of me that will change one little life forever. It's not something I take lightly or head into without significant thought and care and frankly, it scares the hell out of me.
Who am I to change someone's life without their permission? Who gave me the right to make decisions for others? I know I'm the responsible adult making up half the decision making team - but seriously, how did that happen?
Most days, I feel like I'm about 12 .. but facing this weekend, I feel every day, week and month of my 38 years.
When I was pregnant with my daughter, I told anyone that would listen to me that I had no expectations for her birth but that I just wanted to get through it with humour and grace. I suppose that's what I'm wishing for this weekend.
I'd like to tell my daughter that I'm getting divorced .. with humour and grace.
Time is standing still and flying past all at once and there isn't very much I can do to stop it. I should add that I'm not sure I'd want to, anyway.
This weekend I have a very difficult task ahead of me that will change one little life forever. It's not something I take lightly or head into without significant thought and care and frankly, it scares the hell out of me.
Who am I to change someone's life without their permission? Who gave me the right to make decisions for others? I know I'm the responsible adult making up half the decision making team - but seriously, how did that happen?
Most days, I feel like I'm about 12 .. but facing this weekend, I feel every day, week and month of my 38 years.
When I was pregnant with my daughter, I told anyone that would listen to me that I had no expectations for her birth but that I just wanted to get through it with humour and grace. I suppose that's what I'm wishing for this weekend.
I'd like to tell my daughter that I'm getting divorced .. with humour and grace.
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