My Husband is working
from home and I swear he has been on the phone since half eight this morning.
It’s now almost one. He talks more in a day than I do in a year. Now those who know
me will laugh and say impossible, but I do wonder if when I see you in real
life, you hear me only talk with the odd rude interruption from the Hubster,
haha, so you think no one can talk more than me, but I think this is because my
Husband is all talked out from work. Seriously, in the distance I can hear his
voice not what he is saying as I have better things to do but his voice, oh,
boy, can he talk? By the end of the day he must be shattered. Tired, exhausted.
Is shattered even a proper English word for tired? No, it means broken. Into
small pieces.
My baby has gone to work. He’s in a long shift today and
closing at the end of the day. Shamrock came for dinner last night. I made
turkey, mash potato, roast potatoes, green beans, carrots and roasted parsnips.
The kids had honey cone and chocolate ice cream for dessert.
Hub is up to 45 minutes in the gym every day. Wow, how? By
the time it comes to night time, I cannot leave my warm house. Not to go in the
cold garage. The night air just hits my bones like pure ice being forced onto
my soul.
Soon it will be time to decorate our house with Christmas
lights. I wish we had the decs like in America. Our decorations are rather
boring in comparison. Last year we did buy a projector light that shines onto
our house with green and red tiny stars. It’s great if you can see where it’s
pointing to, but until my friend Julie told us, we were decorating next doors
house rather than ours. Oh, I will remind old Bloggets and tell new ones about
the hilarious time we had last year decorating or house when it gets closer to
the festivities.
So, after yesterday’s rather heavy blog, where you have sent
some wonderful messages which I appreciate and some have shared, thank you so
much, some light laughs perhaps for your lunch break?
Here are some great signs from around the world
Norway. A cocktail lounge.
“Ladies are requested not to have children in the bar!””
Budapest. A zoo
Please do not feed the animals. If you have any suitable
food, please give it to the guard on duty.””
At a café/gas station/petrol station
“Eat here and get gas.””
In a New York restaurant.
“Customers who consider our waitresses uncivil ought to see
the manager.””
In a Michigan restaurant.
“The early bird gets the worm. Special shoppers luncheon
before 11am.””
When life gives you a thousand reasons to cry, show the
world you have a million reasons to smile. Easier said than done? Keep fighting
Bloggets get out of your box, punch your way out there and start looking at the
tiny things in your life that mean days are more comfortable for you. Find the
positives in every negative.
Happiness isn’t the absence of problems but
the ability to deal with them. If your problem is someone, let that person go. You
don’t need them in your life. walk away, how good you will feel. May be before
you do though as you are getting rid of them from your life any way, just let
them know how you feel. How powerful that will make you.
What is so special about the weekend? To some, seven days
per week is the weekend. Every day they greet with joy. To others seven days
per week are all the same there is no difference, nothing to take them away
from their mundane lifestyle. But create your new weekends, even if it’s the
smell of cinnamon toast in your grill, or that bacon sandwich. May be record
your favourite show and watch it at the weekend? Just something to break up the
days something to differentiate the weekend from the week.
Some say be grateful every day for you are alive, others say
music always sounds better on a Friday. Or, champagne tastes better at a
weekend. Well, more like Prosecco for me. And I can tell you, not every
weekend, I think I have had it twice this year. Though I do like it.
This made me smile.
One tequila
Two tequilas
Three tequila
Floor.
Some quotes from me.
“The caterpillar thinks it’s the end of the world, but the butterfly
lives on””
“If you take many small steps, you won’t fall.”
“Why not make every day your weekend?””© Fiona Cummings
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