The little things that count...

It's actually quite sad when you look at your past and realise that your track record with regards to relationships has never been good.  And yes, it has been suggested to me that I may be the problem. That's perhaps not entirely untrue... But not in the sense that you're thinking. Or maybe it is...

Just a simple observation, I'm sure we'll all experienced. Why is it that when driving on a quiet, narrow road, the only other car, heading in the opposite direction, will be immediately next to you when you're about to reach the only person riding a bicycle on that road. If you don't slow down, you just know you'll all end up in a row (or, in the case of a narrow road, somebody won't has space to be there). Is there a "law" for that too? (It's not Murphy's law. It's not sod's law either).

Hypochondriacs. We've all known one... Hell, I've dated one.  I also discovered where he learnt it from when we had to take his mother to the doctor... The same person used to google his "symptoms" daily.  As you can imagine, he was convinced he was dying.  He "had" everything from gall stones, to heart attack, to cancer. I became immune to his woes.  He accused me of being very unsympathetic because he needed me to rush him to hospital one day while he was "having a heart attack", and I needed to fetch my kids.  I rolled my eyes at him and told him he probably has indigestion or acid reflux.  I eventually made a deal - I'll take him to the closest clinic and leave him there while I fetch the kids.  He was not impressed (apparently he was supposed to come first in my life).  As I predicted... He had acid reflux.

Lately I've been surprised at how people "mommy shame" other mommies, just because they do something a little different. These days I find that people are far too protective (if that's the correct word to use) over their little ones. They follow the "rules" to the T.  I don't claim to be the best mommy in the world, but I do know I've always done my best.  I've been a single mom for the last 11 years.

With my uncle's impending funeral this week, I've remembered a few things from my childhood regarding funerals.  You have a very different angle of perspective when you were a child who never experienced much death. My earliest memory was hearing my parents talk about a funeral my dad was attending.  I remember begging to go with.  This was a work colleague of his. Somebody I'd never met.  My reasoning: I've never been to a funeral. I really want to go.  I didn't go.

It's that time of year again... Winter is upon us. One thing is for sure. I don't like the cold that comes with winter.  But I love my winter wardrobe! For the past few weeks, I have got a compliment a day in my winter garb. Maybe it's because I can cover up more (all those bulges don't look so bad with all the layers I'm wearing)... I find that winter clothing can be so much more stylish.  A simple scarf can do wonders to an otherwise plain outfit. Boots!! No other shoes can compare to a good pair of boots. They're comfortable and warm... Fingerless Gloves. They're cute and keep my hands warm. My fingers are still functional - I can still drive, type and do other things that you can't do with full gloves. Long socks. Nobody sees them under all the layers, but I know they're there.  I like to get bright stripey ones - they're so much more fun!! Before I know it the cold will be on its way out and we'll be welcoming the summer ...

I cannot believe I haven't written a blog post in months.  Yea, sure, I realized it had been quite some time, but logging in here I saw my last post was February!!! 3 months!!! I guess that just goes to show how life carries on... I've pretty much been on auto-pilot the past few months, which explains why I haven't had the time... or the inclination... to write. Things are looking up. A lot has changed. Hopefully along with the changes I'll feel compelled to write again. A short and sweet/ to the point post.  Just a reminder to myself not to lose myself...