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Smiling Gratitude – Week One

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Two of the blogs I follow have come up with interesting ideas to help make us all feel a little happier in the New Year.

My good friend over at A Prompt Reply has started 52 Weeks of Gratitude and Trent over at Trent’s World has started Weekly Smile. Now I’m not saying I’ll be able to participate in both of these regularly, because we all know I suck at being regular, but I think that sometimes in the midst of the mire it’s not a bad idea to sit down and remember that there are good times.

Seeing as these two challenges are similar in design and I am strapped for time….busy…ok, lazy, I though I would scrunch them together under the heading Smiling Gratitude.

So what am I grateful for this week I hear you ask, well that’s simple, Blog Friends.

If I had never decided to start a blog (Yes yes Paul, thank you once again, I know you forced me into it!) I would never have met so many wonderful people.

Where else in the world would you get a community who just is, exists, and manages to do so without killing each other (that I know of anyway). Free advice, support, hugs and love come as standard and if you need an extensive knowledge base to question, well look no further.

They say you get what you give, but here, even on days when you have nothing to offer you still receive and are welcomed home with open arms after long absences.

There is comedy, drama, music, and entertainment a plenty.

This week I smile with an attitude of gratitude for all the friends I have met through the wonderful world of WordPress.

It’s a New Year!

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Happy New Year to you Eejits, 2016 is here. For some strange reason I could not find any New Year cartoons on Bitstrips, so I picked the one above, mainly because I liked it, but also because it reminded me of the Sound of Music which I was belting out at the top of my voice yesterday. Yep, you know that rain, it was probably my fault.

You might be fooled into thinking this is me merrily skipping though meadows, technically I am, but it’s more like a running away kinda thing than merrily skipping. Please note my invisible suitcases, one carries my Xbox and the other all the stationary I got for Christmas, and no before you ask, I didn’t forget about the penguins, they are all in the imaginary rucksack or should that be knapsack on my back.

If the last two weeks are anything to go by, then there is going to be very little ‘happy’ about this new year.

Normally I’ll write a post on New Years Eve, this year I just couldn’t do it, my mind was occupied with other things and being trampled with anxiety. I tried again yesterday, nope, nothing, same as they day before, so I did housework instead.

I’d love to sit here and tell you about all the amazing and wonderful things I would like to achieve in 2016, but you know what, it’s pointless, I need to start being realistic and stop living with my head in the clouds, because no matter what I think, life is just not the same anymore. Somewhere along the line I’ve lost myself, because I’ve become bogged down in all the things I need to do for everyone else.

In 2016 I will be happy enough to exist. I hope there are more good days than bad and that I can still find reasons to smile. I hope to be able to continue blogging, despite the fact that when my head is mush I find it hard to formulate sentences. I hope to meet more new people and some of the old ones face to face. I hope to shed a few pounds, but then again I say that every year and it’s usually only achievable by throwing some butter out the back door. Perhaps if I aim small, I will achieve the impossible.

2015 wasn’t a bad year, there was much to be grateful for, but it’s doubtful I could have got through it at all if it had not been for all of you and this platform. Writing really is good for the soul.

Thank you for being here and sticking with me even though I have not been around much. I hope to rectify that in 2016, but I’m making no promises. I have no idea what I will write about, but hopefully, somewhere along the line there will be laughter. If nothing else, that’s one thing we are good at!

Much love to you all and here’s to 2016, the year of achieving the impossible :)

Remember Me!

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It’s been so long since I’ve been here I’ve almost forgotten how to post. Ok so perhaps it’s not quite as drastic as that, but it has been a long time. I was happy to note however that there have not been too many more changes to the WordPress platform since my last visit, I was a tad worried.

So where have I been? Well I’ve been nowhere but right where I always am, I’ve just been caught up and getting squashed by life. We had a couple of really bad weeks with the Mothership meaning mentally I was not fit for any kind of interaction let alone writing. Every day it seems to be that a little more of my time becomes taken up with the things that need to be done, at this rate, there will be none left.

As far as Christmas goes I’m actually in fairly good shape. The Motherships cards are all written although it would seem she does not believe me, as every time a card is received she asks me at least ten times did they get one. Wonder no more why I hate the alleged season of being jolly, my good will meter is almost empty.

I’ve missed this place, but despite wanting to write and actually sitting down to write, nothing came to mind, mainly, because there were too many other things on my mind already.

I’m behind on reading too, sorry about that, again a combination of needing space and a rekindling of my love for Cookie Jam which has been keeping me amused on the journey to work. I also downloaded Candy Crush again, something I had not played much of since my leg recuperation days. I’ve lost most of my progress though and as a result am battling my way from the beginning, ripping my hair out in the process and wondering how I ever made it through these evil levels in the first place.

I have penned many posts previously in relation to my addiction to the above game, the search terms it generates, and the fact that some people play it naked….don’t even ask, but I swear this time, I am adopting a more level headed approach……I haven’t put it on my phone…..yet!

Anyway, I just though I would drop by, let you know I am still alive and give you a mini hi five, because you are after all, really rather awesome.

I’m hoping to get back to some normality soon, so see you on the flip side!

No Moaning Monday

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Who’d have thought that in the middle of October I would be sitting at a train station bathed in sunlight. Don’t get me wrong, it’s fecking freezing, but then again I am sitting in the shade.

It’s hard to believe that we’re approaching Winter, but it seems that the old saying is true, time does indeed fly. In just a couple of weeks the clocks will change and we will be rewarded with an extra hour in bed.

I don’t miss the long nights of summer, but neither am I looking forward to the cold frosty nights of Winter, perhaps I am only content for two weeks out of every year. Two weeks is better than none.

I’m trying to be better, better at finding positives in every day. Like the smell of fresh cut grass, possibly the last until spring, the formations of birds who fly high heading for warmer destinations and the setting sun which paints the sky red, an alleged Shepherds delight.

Life has moved very fast of late, there has been much to do, it leaves little time for the activities I enjoy, so I make the most of these small moments and acknowledge them with a smile.

I consider that not a bad result for a Monday :)

Looking around…

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I have itchy feet..or perhaps that should be hands. Every so often I will get the idea into my head that I would like a little blog change, and before you start to panic, I don’t mean the name, I’m quite content with being an Indecisive Eejit, well for now anyway. I do however mean a fresh look, a little interior design so to speak.

For the last couple of weeks I have trawled through the numerous themes on WordPress, but I can’t seem to find anything that jumps out and slaps me round the face as well as a wet kipper (don’t ask). There are a few I like, unfortunately they are the ones that require me to part with cash, which I am not prepared to do right now, mainly cos I have none spare. So in the meantime in order to try and pacify myself I changed my background colour, go me, that’s creativity for you all right!

I still need to make the changes to ensure that May Dupp is incorporated back into the blog, but short of having her jump out of a box in the middle of your screen I’m not sure how I can do that. I’d also like a new banner, I did try to sketch one, or doodle one, or whatever, but it was, for want of a better word, shit and relegated to the trash can. So back to the drawing board.

That said, while doing all this thinking and pondering, I went into my media library on here and decided to clean out some of the pictures that had never actually made it onto posts. In doing so I viewed others that had been linked, and decided to check out the posts. The result, I’ve written some really random shit over the last two years, but I have a smile on my face.

I decided to share, look at it this way, it’s something to do for five minutes if you’re bored. Without further ado, here are my top five posts from tonights browsing:

Hanging by a Sliver…

What do you wanna do?

The Geeky G4mer Gallery

Ha Ha Ha!

What if?…wait….did someone say dragon!!

I need to get back to writing like this, my mind is not as weird and wonderful as it used to be!

The End of an Era

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MayDupp BannerIt’s done. In the blink of an eye, ok perhaps more like a stab of the finger, the Misadventures of May Dupp is no more. It’s actually surprisingly easy to delete a site, frighteningly easy actually, so much so, that I almost erased the Eejits by mistake, but please don’t tell her, oh balls, I just did, didn’t I.

I had a fun little run over there, but not having to pay rent here is going to be so much better, and besides, she’ll be the one who has to do all the housekeeping.

There will however have to be changes around here, and we’ll get to them if herself can put down Red Dead Redemption for five minutes. It’s laughable really, a grown woman getting all gung ho about cowboys and horses, you’d never catch me being so fickle (firemen aside that is).

It was a very quiet weekend, Onda is currently living the life of the jet set in New York for a few days. Apparently she’s been spending a bit of time hanging around the sidewalks, no no, not that kind of hanging around ffs, more like she got a little lost. Knuckles told her to take her muff with her, because the weather outside was indeed frightful in New York. He got a look and reassurance that she takes her muff everywhere with her. I think to be honest there was a little confusion as to what they each meant. For clarification, Knuckles meant:

muff – a tube made of fur or other warm material into which the hands are placed for warmth

Onda however, meant something entirely different that is not suitable for typing, and besides, the Eejit would slap me senseless if I did. She’s a dirty clart is that Onda, but she’s a while good laugh.

Well I had better scoot, I’m supposed to be writing a list of all the things that need done. Next to go apparently is the May Dupp Facebook page, so if you want to keep up to date, you’re more than welcome to like the Eejits one,  for which there is a link in the side bar.

I’m hoping to keep my Twitter, it’s still under negotiation. I bought her chocolate today so I am hoping that got me some brownie points, we shall have to see.

Anyways, it’s good to be home and chat soon!

Happy Places!

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A Prompt Reply mentioned me in her post in relation to Happy Places and issued forth a challenge of sorts by passing on this idea. I don’t normally accept challenges, but this one, well I liked the idea of it, so here goes.

A Prompt Reply herself,  and a host of others provide happy places for me with their own blogs and writings. I have met so many great people through this endeavor and even almost 2 years on, it continues to be a place of enjoyment. I wish I had been writing at the time of my accident, because I believe it would have been very good for my mental health, but hindsight as they say, is a wonderful thing.

House sitting for my Sister and brother in law used to be one of my happy places. The current situation at home means I wouldn’t be able to leave now for more than a few days, but then, I used to love cooking for myself, pottering about and having no one to look after but myself and the cat.

Spending time with my friends is a happy place. It provides much needed laughter and relief from the worries if only for a short time. It’s good to catch up, be goofy and talk shit….yes, my friends are eejits too!

Another happy place is spending time with my other friend and her family. She always manages to make me see sense when my anxiety is in overdrive and provides much needed love and hugs on bad days. A smile from her youngest child never fails to cheer me up. Likewise with her other two.

Another place would be the beach, but I like it when it’s windy and the waves crash against the shore, none of this tits out tanning malarky!

Believe it or not work for me is generally a happy place. I’m not scared to admit I like working, I like being useful and feeling like I can achieve things. I’m never going to be a mover and a shaker, I’m just happy being a me and getting the job done. I hope people regard me as a hard worker and someone who is dependable.

Finally, let us not forget music and gaming, both of which take me to a happy places when the real one is anything but. It’s nice to be able to listen to music and feel transported to somewhere else. Likewise, gaming with friends is another release from stressful days

Granted most of these things are not actual places, but when you work and are a carer, there is little time for anything else and you have to make the most of what you are left with.

Thank you to all of you who read this blog and to whom I follow for allowing me to have a peek inside your happy place and for giving me much needed support over the last two years!

Part of taking up this challenge is to pass it on and see if it continues. I am not going to mention anyone specific, there are too many people who’s responses I would wish to see. Instead I am going to ask, that if you are so inclined, you write your own post about your happy places, because I would be very interested to hear what they are. You are or course, more than welcome to link back to this post if you wish.

So, that begs the question, what is your happy place?

Perhaps I tempted fate!

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The worst thing about writing about a fictional character, is where it crosses over into real life. I tempted fate with my story of May and her New Year flu, and now find myself surrounded by used tissues with snotters tripping me. Woe is me. I was even in bed at 11.30 last night, that’s sacrilege. Scarier still was that I was holed up with my Bugs Bunny hot water bottle.

How do I know I have Man flu and not just a normal one I hear you ask, and that is a very good question, for which I have a very good answer. My Xbox One arrived on Friday and it was Sunday before I even managed to get it all put together and into place. I’ve played it once, see, that’s how sick I am!

The only good thing about being in work and being sick is that people generally tend to leave you alone. A few coughs and sneezes had people creeping past my door like it was a contamination area, I mean they don’t even do that when I fart ffs! That said its a useful tool and one I shall remember on days when I cannot be arsed. Say, achooo! followed by whoops must be coming down with something, and watch them all scatter.

I’ve been told to drink plenty of fluids and being the good girl I am (what you smirking at), I generally do what I am told. The slight problem with sneezing and a full bladder is that you have to remember to cross your legs, men you just so won’t get that. It’s actually really hard to sneeze, hold up a tissue, catch snot and remember to cross your legs. Somethings gotta give. Note to self, invest in Tena ladies perhaps for the remainder of this week!

I’m hoping to be better by Thursday, as there is a trip to the cinema planned to see ‘Into the Woods’. Apart from Maleficent, this was the only other film I got even mildly excited about in 2014, just ignore the fact it was not released until 2015. Maleficent, while pretty amazing, was not as stunning as I had thought. I hope the same cannot be said for the one to be viewed on Thursday.

My drive to quit smoking it not going too bad, even though I had used Christmas money to put towards the Xbone, I figured that I can’t have everything so in order to finance the rest of it, it’s time to try and quit. The fact that I have a cold is certainly helping. If I want one I will have one, because denying myself just makes it worse, however, having one reminds me that I don’t actually really enjoy them all that much anyway. I’m not making any firm promises, but I’m certainly up for trying! Total count since Saturday is 3.

I’d been trying to keep up with my reading and since the start of the New Year I had been doing not too bad, this week though, whenever I move myself into a horizontal position and make myself comfortable I tend to fall asleep. Between that and stinging eyes, reading anything has been a bit of a task. That said, I wondered why I was squinting at the screen just now and realised it was because I need to clean 3 days of snot off the lens of my spectaculars, so that’s just what I better do.

Till next time Eejits!

P.s May never did bring me my Chicken soup ffs, she went up to the bus stop and hasn’t been seen since!

I found a fountain pen!

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It was buried at the bottom of an old pencil case, dry as a bone and with spots of rust starting to take form on the nib. I cleaned it and changed the cartridge, but it still runs dry. It’s been neglected for too long.

I used to love writing, little notes, poems, scribblings in a jotter. It was what I wanted to do, although I was a realist and knew for certain it would never be my fortune. I was never without a notebook for any length of time, sadly not always the same one, meaning I sometimes created mash ups without even trying.

I cringe now when I read back over some of the things I wrote, all that teenage angst flowing through my body and out the nib of a pen, worse still was I was in my twenties! Teenage angst didn’t happen in the back of beyond, there were only hay bales, tractors and young farmers who allegedly did it in wellies. It was only when I moved to the big smoke that I discovered this inner me and my love for the written word.

Seriously, if you don’t believe me when I tell you how bad they were then let me prove it to you:

Be Funny

They say be funny,
I don’t feel like being funny!

I make faces in the mirror,
but that just makes me sad,
I notice yet another spot,
so now I’m feeling mad.
My Mum shouts “Dinners ready now”
perhaps things aren’t so bad,
I  go downstairs and stuff my face,
at last I’m feeling glad.

That said, reading back over them now I can remember both the situation and my feelings at the time, albeit in most cases now my heart is no longer breaking….yup…love was a recurring theme, that and loneliness.

Single Sided Love

I know she loves you.
I can see it in her eyes.
She wants to end your sentences,
but cannot find the words.
She holds you tight,
like if she lets you go,
she’ll loose you forever.
Yes,
she definitely loves you,
but you offer nothing in return.

It’s funny, when you’re younger, actually, any age, when you fall out of love you feel your heart will never mend, especially if you were not the one to actually fall out of it in the first place. You swear you’ll never do it again, and relationships become a taboo subject.

The Burden

I’ll walk up and down the street,
and they’ll say to me,
“What is it that you are carrying in that plastic bag,
that looks so heavy?”
And I’ll say
“My Heart”

Time however is a good healer and with time you become a little more comfortable and sure about your new status. I say a little, because there is always room for improvement.

Part-Time Lonely Heart

I tell everyone I am fine,
happy to be on my own.
But am I?
Sometimes yes,
sometimes no.
A part-time lonely heart.

Eventually you’ll realise there is life after love and that actually despite what you thought for the last three months the world did manage to keep on spinning. Time to get your shit together.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow,
when day breaks,
and the sun again resides in her palace,
the birds will sing,
and rejoice,
for a new day will have begun.

Written for todays Daily Prompt from the diaries of my twenty something self. There really never was much hope for me was there :)

I’ve been thinking…

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Too many blogs

Thinking is never a good thing, it usually either signals the end of something, or gives me more work to do. Now you’ll have to bear with me here, because my thoughts are very scattered, which means writing them down will most likely be equally as messy.

I was thinking about my blogs, currently as you know I have two, this one and The Misadventures of May Dupp. Ms Dupp originally started here, however around May last year I decided to give her a place of her own. Creating a second blog is great in theory, however keeping up with writing on both is a bit of a nightmare. Too much work turns something I love from being a hobby to more like a job and I already have one of those.

Second point. We all know that the main thing about writing a blog is the interaction. Without the input and support from our followers we would have pretty much nothing. I’m lucky enough to have amassed 85 followers on May’s blog, most of whom already follow me here. However, on May’s blog I am not able to avail of the same interaction, as I would be reading the same posts twice and commenting as both people, if you catch my drift. It’s unfair of me to expect interaction whilst offering nothing in return, and also if someone new likes a post and I in turn like their blog I have a dilemma as to which account I use to follow them with. See how it gets confusing.

So here is where I need some input from you, my lovely followers who I would trust with my life, virtually of course! Would the simplest solution of all be to bring May and her Misadventures back to this blog and make them both one again, but letting May retain her identity so she can comment on her own posts as well as write them. Or do I leave things as they are and let her retain her own little space of Internet heaven?  They don’t call me indecisive for nothing you know!

My fear is that people who follow me there, but not here are missing out on valuable interaction with both myself and you lot, because you are a very entertaining bunch. Secondly, if it all becomes to difficult, will I just throw in the towel like I have been known to do in the past.

What, my little brain boxes, would your advice be?