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og jeg har min teddybjørn.
Hjertelig tusen takk for alle, min venn...
Hilsener
♥♥HH♥♥
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Thunderbolts & Lightning...
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Posted:Jul 4, 2006 8:40 am
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2006 10:46 pm
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There is a storm brewing - inside and out...
One way or another, I hope it clears the air.
There is no mood choice for "hot & bothered"...
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Call Me Nosy...
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Posted:Jul 4, 2006 12:35 am
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2006 9:22 am
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I've just come over from HBowt2's blog, [post 412560], and her last question was Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?, and I thought... why not?! So here goes... and no, you don't have to return the favour by posting it on your blog... as I just said... call me nosy!! 
1.Your First Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movie:
5. Favorite Song:
6. Favorite Band/Rapper/Artist:
7. Kinky or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
HERE COMES THE FUN ... ... ...
1. Do we know each other outside of VisionPersonals.com?
2. Whats your philosophy on life??
3. Would you have my back in a fight?
4. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
5. What is your favorite memory of us?
6. Have we ever been drunk together?
7. Do you wanna get drunk together?
8. Tell me one odd/intresting fact about you:
9. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
10. Can we get together and make a cake?
11. have you heard any rumors of me lately ?
12. Do you wanna see me naked?
13. Do you think I'm a good person?
14. Would you drive across country with me?
15. Do you think I'm attractive?
16. Have I seen you naked?
17. If you could change anything about me, would you? what would it be?
18. What do you wear to sleep?
19. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
20. Would you go on a date with me if I asked you?
21. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?
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Well, Blow Me!!!
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Posted:Jul 2, 2006 10:24 am
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2006 12:04 am
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Master Hansen slept under the stars the last two nights. Okay, so not quite under the stars... there was a thin layer of tent between his head and the deep blue infinity above.
After the first night, when questioned, Master Hansen had agreed that the ground beneath had been a little on the hard side, so I suggested an airbed. Seems all the best campers have them nowadays. He quickly agreed, and I dutifully trundled off to my local airbed supplier to get said bed and electronic pump to enable quick inflation.
I came home with the bed, but no pump. It seems my part of the world is out camping en masse. I wasn't too bothered though, as we have a footpump languishing in the garage, which gets used to pump up flat bike tyres, etc.
I sent Master Hansen off to dig out the footpump, while I unpacked the new airbed, and found the valve through which we would be pumping in the air. The manufacturers had thoughtfully provided a puncture repair kit for the bed (glue and a piece of flocked plastic), but as it was brand, spanking new, I tossed the repair kit to one side, and headed for the garden.
Cue footpump, connected to valve.
One foot.
Frantic pumping.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
Squeek, squeek, squeek.
Damn, this bed sure is taking a l-o-n-g time to get any air into it!
More frantic pumping.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
Squeek, squeek, squeek.
Sheeesh... it's no small wonder I'd rather spend my nights in hotelled luxury, than enduring mozzie-filled nights out in the open air. Master Hansen and I were non-plussed. The bed didn't even look as if it had ever seen air, never mind getting more air than the average car tyre could cope with!!
Master Hansen spent another night out under canvas.
Without his new airbed.
He obviously wasn't too bothered, as he slept a good few hours. More than a good few hours, actually. It must be a thing. I guess all that growing requires much sleep.
However, I digress.
It's back to school tomorrow, so Master Hansen and Mr Hansen packed up the tent, and I packed up the airbed.
As I was folding it, I discovered the deflation valve... a whacking, great BIG bloody OPEN hole at the top of the airbed.
Seems the seal for the deflation valve was in the puncture repair kit.
To those who doubted my blondness (looking sweetly at J)... 'nuff said.
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Lobster Pink is not this season's colour!!!
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Posted:Jul 2, 2006 9:12 am
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2006 2:50 pm
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My apologies in advance to Baz Luhrmann for mucking about with his words
Ladies and Gentlemen of Blogville 2006. Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience...
I will dispense this advice now
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;
oh, nevermind, you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way
you can't grasp now, how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You are NOT as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future; or worry,
but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real toubles in life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind;
the kind the blindside you at 4pm on some idle
Tuesday
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing!
Don't be reckless with other peoples hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy;
sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with
yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the
insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.
The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives,
some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll have , maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll divorce at 40.
Maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary....
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either -
your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can...
don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it...
it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance... even if you have nowhere else to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines they will only make
you feel UGLY.
Bloggers and blogettes... together we'll make it through.
Someday your spirit will take you and guide you there.
I know you've been hurting, but I've been waiting to be there for you.
And I'll be there just helping you out whenever I can.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they
might be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; They're your best link to your past,
and the people most likely to stick with you in the future
Understand that friends come and go, except for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle
because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once,
but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths. Prices will rise,
Politicians will philander, you too will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young,
prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you.
Maybe you'll have a trust fund,
maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse;
but you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia;
dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts,
and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen!!!
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In Case of Emergency...
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Posted:Jun 21, 2006 9:27 am
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2006 7:58 am
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July 7th, 2005 is not a day many Londoners will forget. It's not a day many of us will forget, but perhaps for different reasons. I will never forget it because I was in London the day before, meeting friends and celebrating London's success in the bid for the 2012 Olympics.
24 hours later and the mood was grim. Suicide bombers had struck at the heart of London, and the city was in turmoil. My mind was in turmoil too, as I had friends in the city, and I was anxious to know if they were okay. One of them was someone I had met from this site, and whom I was close to, but my only contact with him was by mobile phone, email and this site. I didn't really know where he lived, I didn't really know where he worked.
I didn't know, because he chose not to tell me, and he chose not to tell me because he is married. So, I had absolutely no way of finding out if he was okay, as mobile coverage was completely shut down after the bombings.
Fortunately, albeit MANY hours later, I heard from him, and he was safe (his life having possibly been saved by a meeting running late, as he was due to travel at precisely the time the bombs had exploded, and on one of the lines that was hit).
With recent events that have taken place in the four corners of Blogville, it has reminded me of something I did very shortly after the terrible tragedy of 7th July 2005.
A UK paramedic last year launched a national campaign with a major mobile/cell phone service provider, to encourage people to store emergency contact details in their mobile/cell phones.
He had hatched the plan the previous year after struggling to get contact details from shocked or injured patients.
By entering the acronym ICE ‒ for In Case of Emergency ‒ into the mobile’s phone book, users can log the name and number of someone who should be contacted in an emergency.
The idea followed research carried out by the mobile phone service provider, that showed more than 75 per cent of people carry no details of who they would like telephoned following a serious accident.
The paramedic, with 13 years of service, said: "I was reflecting on some of the calls I’ve attended at the roadside where I had to look through the mobile phone contacts struggling for information on a shocked or injured person."
"It’s difficult to know who to call. Someone might have Mum in their phone book but that doesn’t mean they’d want them contacted in an emergency."
"Almost everyone carries a mobile phone now, and with ICE we’d know immediately who to contact and what number to ring. The person may even know of their medical history."
By adopting the ICE advice, your mobile would help the rescue services quickly contact a friend or relative ‒ which could be vital in a life or death situation.
The campaign also asked people to think carefully about who their ICE partner would be - with helpful advice on who to choose - particularly if that person has to give consent for emergency medical treatment.
Perhaps now is a good time to think about ICE, and the importance of carrying next of kin details at all times. I guess it doesn't end there, though. If you have someone of importance in your life, possibly not known to your family and friends, perhaps now is the time to just give a close family member/friend that you trust a list of people and their contant details (mobile number, email address, etc.), and ask them to contact the people listed, if anything happens to you.
I have done just that, and will be giving my mother my list this weekend. Because we all know that none of us know what lies in waiting for us, around the next corner. And if you were close to me, I'd hate for you to just be left guessing. Sometimes the not-knowing can be more painful than hearing the painful truth.
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Delia Smith vs. The Real Woman
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Posted:Jun 18, 2006 7:56 am
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2006 11:32 am
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For my American readers - Delia Smith is considered by some to be a cooking goddess. Personally, I think Nigella Lawson is a cooking goddess, but we need Delia for this blog.
Delia's Way
Stuff a miniature marshmallow in the bottom of a sugar cone to prevent ice-cream drips.
The Real Woman's Way
Just suck the ice cream out of the bottom of the cone, for God's sake. You are probably lying on the couch with your feet up eating it anyway.
Delia's Way
To keep potatoes from budding, place an apple in the bag with the potatoes.
The Real Woman's Way
Buy Smash and keep it in the cupboard for up to a year.
Delia's Way
When a cake recipe calls for flouring the baking tin, use a bit of the dry cake mix instead and there won't be any white mess on the outside of the cake.
The Real Woman's Way
Tesco sells cakes. They even do decorated versions.
Delia's Way
If you accidentally over-salt a dish while it's still cooking, drop in a potato slice.
The Real Woman's Way
If you over-salt a dish while you are cooking, that's tough sh* t. Please recite with me the Real Woman's motto: "I made it and you will eat it and I don't care how bad it tastes." ( or the dogs will get it and you can have bread and jam...)
Delia's Way
Wrap celery in aluminium foil when putting in the refrigerator and it will keep for weeks.
The Real Woman's Way
It could keep forever. Who eats it?
Delia's Way
Cure for headaches: Take a lime, cut it in half and rub it on your forehead. The throbbing will go away.
The Real Woman's Way
Cure for headaches: Take a lime, cut it in half and drop it in 8 ounces of vodka. Drink the vodka. You might still have the headache, but you wont give a sh*t!
Delia's Way
If you have a problem opening jars, try using latex dishwashing gloves. They give a non-slip grip that makes opening jars easy.
The Real Woman's Way
Why do I have a man cluttering up the place?
Finally the most important tip .................
Delia's Way
Freeze leftover wine into ice cubes for future use in casseroles.
The Real Woman's Way
Left over wine???? Hello!?!?!?!
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Legends of Rock
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Posted:Jun 18, 2006 6:57 am
Last Updated:Jun 27, 2006 12:21 am
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Next Sunday I'm off to see true legends of rock... my family and I are going to be seeing The Eagles, at the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff. Their concert is being billed as Farewell 1, and two of the original members, Don Henley and Glenn Frey are in the line-up, along with Joe Walsh and Timothy B. Schmit, who have incidentally been with the band quite a long while, but not part of the original line-up, from way back in the early 70s.
Now, I had thought there was no way that anyone could not know who The Eagles were, but I was put in my place by a new pal of mine, Cassie, who quite innocently asked who they were a few nights ago, when we were chatting in the Euro Hot Tub. I nearly fell off my chair!! How could any one not know who had sung the legendary Hotel California??? After recovering from my shock, I told her to ask her husband (Bear hun... we need to have words about Cassie's musical education), and then go and wash her mouth out!
Master Hansen bought his dad The Eagles - Complete Greatest Hits for Father's Day today, and the insert made for some interesting reading. Did you know that Jackson Browne wrote most of Take It Easy, which was to be the band's first hit? He co-wrote several more of the band's greatest hits, namely Doolin-Dalton and James Dean. Bob Seger played a part in the writing of Heartache Tonight, one of my favourite songs, after Hotel California and Lyin' Eyes.
If truth be told, there isn't an Eagles song that I don't like, and I have instantly fallen in love with their latest single...
No More Cloudy Days
Sitting by a foggy window
Staring at the pouring rain
Falling down like lonely teardrops
Memories of love in vain
These cloudy days, make you wanna cry
It breaks your heart when someone leaves and you don’t know why
I can see that you’ve been hurting, baby I’ve been lonely too
I’ve been out here lost and searching, looking for a girl like you
Now I believe the sun is gonna shine
Don’t you be afraid to love again, put your hand in mine…
Baby, I would never make you cry
I would never make you blue
I would never let you down
I would never be untrue
I know a place where we can go where true love always stays
There’s no more stormy nights, no more cloudy days
I believe in second chances
I believe in angels, too
I believe in new romances
Baby, I believe in you
These cloudy days are coming to an end
And you don’t have to be afraid to fall in love again
Baby, I would never make you cry
I would never make you blue
I would never turn away
I would never be untrue
I know a place where we can go where true love always stays
There’s no more stormy nights, no more cloudy days
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Who knows what tomorrow will bring?
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Posted:Jun 18, 2006 4:35 am
Last Updated:Jun 27, 2006 12:21 am
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There are days when I wake up, and in my mind's eye, I know exactly what I want to do with my future. The future's bright, the future's... oops! Nearly quoted a commercial there!
And then there are other days when I wake up, and thoughts of the future scare me.
Yesterday was one of those days. One of those days when I wonder if staying, and accepting that perhaps I'm not meant to have personal happiness, would be better. But then I start wondering... better for who? Because in my heart of hearts, I know it won't be better for me. And I will always wonder what my life had been like if I had plucked up the courage that so often fails me, and just gone out on that limb.
One of my biggest fears is that I will end up alone. Sad and lonely. Alone with no one. Why am I so afraid? And what is wrong with being alone. Many people are alone, all around the world. And they cope just fine. It's bizarre, really... I don't need to be with someone 24/7, I just need to know that they are there, where I can find them, albeit for a brief moment, before I drift off again.
And I want to change my future, but I don't want to go it totally alone. I'd like someone to be there...
Confused yet? I know... me too.
*** The image is called "Little Girl Lost", and I feel like that sometimes. I wonder if her bear is called Basil?
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Boys with brains aren't always smart!!
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Posted:Jun 15, 2006 11:43 pm
Last Updated:Jul 2, 2006 12:41 pm
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In January this year, Master Hansen hit teenagedom, and decided to celebrate his newfound status by growing his hair long! Now don't get me wrong... I don't dislike long hair, but when you're 13, full of raging hormones, your skin is prone to pimples, and your hair gets so oily they could set up an oil rig on your head... well, I think you get the picture. (Oh, okay then, I'll admit it... I do prefer men with short hair... so sue me!) 
Being the mother I am, I let him grow it, but with a little gentle nagging on the odd occasion. A day after I had politely suggested a visit to the barber's, which he politely declined, the school decided it was time to take the annual school photo. So now, we have a nice collection of "long haired" pics to send to family and friends, and I can hear my dad muttering already... 
Master Hansen is a bright boy. A very bright boy actually. Top of his class. Too smart for his own good. Some would call it "gifted". And no, I am not knocking that!! I am a very proud mum, trust me on that!! He's been selected to participate in Maths Olympiads, to represent his school in Maths and Science quizzes, he's been selected to attend an academy in the summer holidays, due to his musical talent, and this week he came home with a letter to say he'd been chosen to attend a lecture on Art & Design, given by a visiting lecturer from the US, due to his exceptional talent in Art. How can a mother NOT be proud of all that?!?! 
Cue the phone call that showed me his not-so-smart side!
"Mum, what time are you coming home?"
"Why? Is something wrong?"
"No, not really... (long pause)... but you know how you said you wanted me to get my hair cut?"
"Yeeesssss....."
"Well, I've cut it, but I need you to come home and fix up the top and the back, 'cos I kinda messed that bit up..."
(Sound of mother snorting and cracking up with laughter fills the room and deafens on other end of line)
"You're kidding me!! What on earth made you decide to do that?"
"I just felt like it."
"Okay, well, I'm not sure what time I'll be home yet, but just remember that your dad will probably be home before me."
"I'll stay in my room until you come home..."
That's when I realise it must really look bad, if he doesn't want his dad to see it!!  And when I did get home... I packed up laughing once again, but managed, with my limited 101 in Hairdressing skills, to fix it up so he looked like a nice teenage boy again! 
And, it just goes to show... boys with brains aren't always smart!
***And I am smart enough NOT to show a photo of my !!
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Get A Handle On This...
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Posted:Jun 12, 2006 11:39 am
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2006 10:54 pm
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This weekend, I said goodbye to a good friend. It was hard, but then again, it wasn't really goodbye.
Some bloggers may be familiar with Wackytits, who had a blog called "Dyslexic Fingers xx" Those of you who do know her, will know that she decided to call time on her blog and on her profile. Lots of water gone under the bridge, and she's taken time off to just remember what life is all about.
We were chatting over the weekend, and she mentioned that she would be back... but that she wanted a fresh start, so I came up with the idea of having a little competition for her new profile name! 
Now, according to Jacqueline (her name), she has always been Wacky (bit obvious why... ), so now is your chance! If you think of a name that doesn't have Wacky in it, please feel free to give your suggestion too... Jacqueline will be visiting my blog incognito  , and making her decision.
And guys... let's leave out the obvious, like boobs, baps, Bristols, tits, puppies, hooters... I think you get my drift... 
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Ladies and Gentlemen... please take your seats...
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Posted:Jun 12, 2006 10:49 am
Last Updated:Aug 8, 2007 11:30 am
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Yep... seems intermission is over. I know you think you knew I wouldn't last long without being back soon, for more.
In truth, I wasn't gone for the reasons I said I was gone. The dusting still needs doing, the garden still looks like a jungle, and my is still growing like a darned weed!
The truth is... well... it's hard to tell you, because I have such mixed emotions about it myself. It still feels slightly surreal, even though I initiated it all.
The truth is... Mr Hansen and I are calling time on our marriage. It wasn't an easy decision to come to, and no, I am not leaving Mr Hansen and running away with my Bit On The Side. This moment has been a long time coming, and it is only just recently that I have had the courage to open my mouth and say what I felt. I still care deeply for Mr Hansen (he's even a member on this site, and has commented on my blog, on the odd occasion), but I've come to realise that I don't love him the way I probably should.
We share a lot of history, we have a beautiful , and we have some great memories. We have some lousy memories too, but what's life without its little ups and downs, eh?
I don't know what the future holds for me. I'm not moving out tomorrow, and Mr Hansen isn't kicking me out either. It's all rather amicable (yes, it is possible, folks, to be sane and sensible about it all), but that doesn't mean we've not cried a few tears over the past week. I'm sure there will be many more to come, but at the moment, we're just taking one day at a time.
Mr Hansen and I have done a lot of talking this past week (some of it under the influence of alcohol, which is never a good idea!!), and I know there will be some who say that if we're talking, isn't there a chance that we could save the marriage? Perhaps... but then as Mr Hansen himself said... he will always wonder whether I had stayed because he asked me to stay, or because I wanted to stay.
As for my Bit On The Side... without him, I would not have found the strength to do this. Let me state this now... he is NOT a marriage wrecker!! He is first and foremost my friend, and I cannot thank him enough for the impartial advice he has given me over the past few weeks. I guess, having been there himself, he would know what he is talking about, but I know that he has always had my best interests at heart, and not his own. This is a man who was prepared to say goodbye to me, and still is, should the moment arise.
So yes, I will continue to see him... after all, I need all the friends I can get right now. What happens in the future? Well, that's anybody's guess, and if you can tell me, can I also have Wednesday's Lotto numbers please, 'cos this working lark is doing my head in!
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PS. One for the Gossips...
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Posted:Jun 6, 2006 12:41 pm
Last Updated:Jun 27, 2006 12:23 am
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In my haste to make the curtain call, I was extremely thoughtless, and forgot the impact it would have on someone I consider to be very close to me. To those regular readers of my blog, you will know that I have a wonderful Bit On The Side, someone who makes me very happy, and who brings a smile to my face every single day.
I’d like to state here and now that NO, WE HAVE NOT FALLEN OUT!!! No, he has not “dumped” me, and no, I have not “disposed” of him. He is still very much an important feature in my life, and there is so much more I could tell you about him, but I think that those of you who know him, know these things already.
I am simply taking time out to spend doing all the little things that have fallen by the wayside. There are only so many inches of dust a house can live with… even the spiders are begging me to dust the house, as their webs are collapsing under the weight of the dust! I have a fridge magnet somewhere that says ”You can touch the dust, but please don’t write in it!”, but if it carries on at this rate, you’re going to need a hammer and chisel to carve out the words!!
My also seems to be growing faster than the weeds out in my garden (another much-to-be-done project), so I think I need to spend some time with him… before I know it, he’ll be heading off to uni, and I won’t know where the time has gone!
Finally, I just some need time out for me. I’m sure we’ve all had those moments, where we just want to pull the blinds down, and take the phone(s) off the hook, and just listen to the birds singing in the garden, sit outside and watch the sun go down, and simply chill!!
So, please… before you go thinking that my Bit On The Side has done the dirty, or vice versa… he hasn’t and I haven’t. He knows where to find me, and I know where to find him.
It’s just an intermission, remember? Oh, and listen out for the bell, because I will be back!
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