25 September 2013

No matter how many blogs I read, or comment on, or follow I cannot get the reason why I read those and not others.

I know what i like to look at, pretty pictures, and what I like to read about, real people's lives, but these don't tend to line up too straightly with the blogs I read.

When I started writing this in January I read many posts about blogging.

have ur own voice
find a niche
write about what you know
don't follow the crowd

But if the popular blogs are to be believed it seems what I should do is write a lot about getting drunk, post holidays pics, or pics of a baby, and post pictures about my outfit of the day.

None of which I really want to do.

And yet, my little blog just doesn't get any readers, so obviously I am doing something wrong.

However, I don't want to really push it, part of me doesn't want a million followers, with 6, 000,000 comments on each of my posts...that would be scary, and maybe someone who actually knows me would find out that I write this.

So, where is the balance?

How much should a person conform to gain popularity and fame!!

I kinda like the fact that I can just come here, stick down a few words, post a few pics, and if nothing else I have a reminder about what I have been doing, and how I was feeling.  I like that a few of you out there in blog land read my words, and look at my pics.  I even like (no actually I get a thrill) when you comment.  But I don't want to change who I am.

I don't want to put hours and hours into this, thinking about the perfect thing to say, and the perfect picture to post, and as for thinking about sponsoring people that scares me.  I don't think my little blog is really ready for people to read.  I need more practice in writing and in getting down what I am thinking about.

So I guess I just answered my own question, whilst confusing myself in the process.

Ignore all of the above.

I am not ready for this blog to go big.

I like that only a few of you read.

So, thank you very much to those who come back and check to see if I have posted, and to read my ramblings.

And an enormous thank you to those who comment.

What do you do, when you don't have to do anything?

life lately

Life lately has been busy.  There is family, work, gym, sleep, friends, food, reading, TV programmes, climbing mountains....it doesn't leave a lot of time off, to do nothing.

But lately that is how my life has been.

I like it that way.

We have been out and about again this weekend, just doing stuff. 

I am lucky that R likes getting out too, so when we are both off work, we head off in the car.



Oxford Island




An Orc



Lunch



Pigs are bigger than you think




Glasgow, for lunch




Mourne mountains



23 September 2013

Today, I want to say thanx for the amazing Sunday I spent with my husband and my nephew.  We had an adventure day, and it was busy, busy, busy.  It was perfect to spend time with these two important men in my life and remind them I love them.

So today thats the good thing in my life.

Comfort

Comfort is:
Cosy socks and warm fires
Big jumpers and cuddles
Knowing you are loved
A warm coat and scarf on a windy day
The smile on the face of someone who loves you
Relaxing after a hard day
Anything that makes you sigh

Comfort is:
How I feel when I think of my family

Comfort is:
My favourite piece of music playing as I drift off to sleep

Comfort is:
Everything that makes me feel good

Comfort can be:
Lazy
Stuck in its way
Unwilling to move or change
Ordinary
Boring

Me and.......only pictures





my daughter

my two sisters

good friends

Kat von D

Patch

My daughter

my little sister

my bestie

How creative can you be?

To say I was dreading the dinner party would be the understatement of the year.

It wasn't that I thought it wasn't going to be fun, I knew it was.  We didn't get together in my workplace without a sense of something different happening, but tonight I wasn't it the mood.

The theme for tonight was pirates, and whilst the outfit I had ordered from ebay had arrived it just didn't look like it did in the pictures.  The trousers were far too long and the eye patch was sparkly.  What type of pirate did they think I was?

My parrot refused to sit on my shoulder too.

And when it did!  Well the extra embellishment down the back of my top was not in the least attractive.

And I think that was wear the problem lay.

The guy I thought was hot was going to be there tonight, and I hadn't known.

All the other girls were wearing female pirate costumes, but I had to go for a male costume.  Sexy pirate wench vrs old man of the sea!  Well my amazing personality would have to take charge tonight.

The room we had booked was decorated amazingly, there were seaweed streamers hanging from the ceiling and there was a smell of the sea in the air.  the music was barely audible as we walked in, with a distinct lilt of waves crashing in the distance. 

It doesn't really matter if you are 15 or 50, at parties people tend to hang out with those they already know.  So the clique were already at the bar, short skirts and busty tops, hair hanging right down their backs, and giggling like school girls.

I ignored them as usual and walked to the other side of the room, looking for someone I knew.

The peg leg was uncormfortable, but the outfit must have looked good rather than ridiculous, as many people came up to me to check who I was, and then to tell me how good I looked.

And then he walked in.

A mother's love

The memory I would like to relive never really happened, I just want to relive it so someone else could have been there too.

My mum passed away a few years ago, and was therefore not at my wedding.  She never even got to meet my husband, I didn't know him at that time.

I wish she had been there. 

So when I was asked to think about what memory I wish I could relive.

Its my wedding day.

With my mum being there.