Well I'm not going to 'beat around the bush' as they say.
I just trod on a snail.
Barefoot.
My feet were literally naked when I stood on the slimeball.
It is 10.45pm, I have just had a lovely evening out with Krust and Gemmaroo and I innocently went onto our garden decking to see what stepdad Nick was doing in the garden at such an hour [watching 'his' newts in the pond...don't ask]. I screeched and hopped into my house, crawled up the stairs into the bathroom and proceeded in washing my foot. It seems that soap doesnt work, so i had to physically scrape the slime off with my nail. When I get to heaven I shall ask the Lord this: Lord, why oh WHY did you make snail slime waterproof? Why did you make snail slime? Why did you make snails?
I feel this was from the Lord. Gemma challenged me this evening and said that the Lord could really be teaching me about decision making through my current dilemma. However I feel I was right in a previous train of thought; I'm not going to go to uni. God has challenged me and set me on a new mission in life. Herein I shall devote my life to the meticulous research of chemical properties and their potential uses to rid the world of these pesky molluscs.
Perhaps I should be less selfish, for my Barbaric manslaughter [I dont accept full responsibility] was not without its losses. I imagine there are friends, family and relatives of the snail that are mortified at this tragedy. I can hear it now, poor mother snail [weeping]
' as if things could get any worse, it was just last week we lost Aunt Mildred to a bucket of salt...'
Thursday, 19 April 2007
Sunday, 15 April 2007
Scribbly brain.
Today i have been amazed by the amount of people who read these blogs. Its so strange that whilst writing this, it feels like writing a personal diary, yet in the back of my mind I know the world and his wife could read it, but i still write...weird.
So far I have had a lovely weekend, Maddy's birthday was a treat, it finished spectacularly beacuse I had to go home as I felt sick and dizzy. That is how much I had laughed. Or maybe it was the cake, who knows, but i like to think it was the former rather than latter. At about 10.30pm we ambled down to the beach, laden with a flask of tea, blankets and maddy's mum's jumpers, and lay watching the stars. Actually that sounds nothing like how it actually was because in truth it was not calm and ladylike but raucous to the point that i was coughing like a smoker and had tears lining my face.
Without sounding like a broken record, I am at a loss. I have tried and tried to reply to my uni offers but I just cant do it. I just end up staring at the computer screen and getting myself all worked up. I keep regretting my decisions too whicvh is not helping as I cant go back now; why didnt I apply for that knitwear course?? On thursday night maddy kirsty gem and I had a picnic in my car on a hill so we could have some space to pray for each other. It made me realise how simple it is to pray for one another, all you have to do is open your mouth and talk to God, yet we hardly ever do it. Anywho, I am sidetracking. I asked to be prayed for about uni etc as usual.
I guess some people will be thinking what is she on about? all you have to do is pick one! but truly it is not that simple. my dilemma is formed from the following:
Back in college I was convinced I wanted to do psychology, i loved the subject but the more I got into the application the more confused I became and it just didnt work out. This resulted in me opting for an art foundation, simply because I loved my photography course and I thought it would buy me some time. In hindsight I realised that I prayed and prayed about what to do and where to apply but I didnt bother listening to the answers because i am so stubborn I only wanted to hear what I wanted to hear. I think in last resort the Lord just had to confuse me so I couldnt apply or something haha because I have loved this year so much and cant imagine having not done it.
SO...the fact that all this stuff this time round is not working out and i cant make a firm decision is confusing me in two ways:
1) I am worried that I am confused in the same way as last time, in the sense that I have made a completely wrong choice in the things I have applied to and God is trying to tell me that I am way off and shouldnt do any of them.
2) Or is it just down to the fact that I have no confidence in my own decisions however small and am completely incapable of making one. Therefore the above is null and void and just down to my own foolish thoughts?
Maybe this has shed light to you about why my brain is fit to burst when I mention uni. I feel like someone has reached into my head and changed a few things round without asking me, and on the way has scribbled on the walls a bit and mushed it around.haha.
I am also losing my memory. It has always been bad but at the moment it resembles a half eaten salmon that has accidently been fed to a cat. Apologies to those affected.
I have had some thoughts about my FMP, I think I want to do something about people getting back into the nuances of past times, such as knitting, crochet, baking and other such things, and it becoming increasingly popular. Any suggestions around this theme would be greatly appreciated.
I want a piano lesson. I hate money. [Sorry Pam. But on the plus side I have got pretty good at Burlington street even if i do say so myself, so i reckon for my next lesson you need to dust off that floor length gown, buy a cigarette and holder, purchase a feather bower and practice getting on top of the piano in a graceful and elegant manner.]
This is it now.
Watch out, Beadles about.
Nicola
xx
So far I have had a lovely weekend, Maddy's birthday was a treat, it finished spectacularly beacuse I had to go home as I felt sick and dizzy. That is how much I had laughed. Or maybe it was the cake, who knows, but i like to think it was the former rather than latter. At about 10.30pm we ambled down to the beach, laden with a flask of tea, blankets and maddy's mum's jumpers, and lay watching the stars. Actually that sounds nothing like how it actually was because in truth it was not calm and ladylike but raucous to the point that i was coughing like a smoker and had tears lining my face.
Without sounding like a broken record, I am at a loss. I have tried and tried to reply to my uni offers but I just cant do it. I just end up staring at the computer screen and getting myself all worked up. I keep regretting my decisions too whicvh is not helping as I cant go back now; why didnt I apply for that knitwear course?? On thursday night maddy kirsty gem and I had a picnic in my car on a hill so we could have some space to pray for each other. It made me realise how simple it is to pray for one another, all you have to do is open your mouth and talk to God, yet we hardly ever do it. Anywho, I am sidetracking. I asked to be prayed for about uni etc as usual.
I guess some people will be thinking what is she on about? all you have to do is pick one! but truly it is not that simple. my dilemma is formed from the following:
Back in college I was convinced I wanted to do psychology, i loved the subject but the more I got into the application the more confused I became and it just didnt work out. This resulted in me opting for an art foundation, simply because I loved my photography course and I thought it would buy me some time. In hindsight I realised that I prayed and prayed about what to do and where to apply but I didnt bother listening to the answers because i am so stubborn I only wanted to hear what I wanted to hear. I think in last resort the Lord just had to confuse me so I couldnt apply or something haha because I have loved this year so much and cant imagine having not done it.
SO...the fact that all this stuff this time round is not working out and i cant make a firm decision is confusing me in two ways:
1) I am worried that I am confused in the same way as last time, in the sense that I have made a completely wrong choice in the things I have applied to and God is trying to tell me that I am way off and shouldnt do any of them.
2) Or is it just down to the fact that I have no confidence in my own decisions however small and am completely incapable of making one. Therefore the above is null and void and just down to my own foolish thoughts?
Maybe this has shed light to you about why my brain is fit to burst when I mention uni. I feel like someone has reached into my head and changed a few things round without asking me, and on the way has scribbled on the walls a bit and mushed it around.haha.
I am also losing my memory. It has always been bad but at the moment it resembles a half eaten salmon that has accidently been fed to a cat. Apologies to those affected.
I have had some thoughts about my FMP, I think I want to do something about people getting back into the nuances of past times, such as knitting, crochet, baking and other such things, and it becoming increasingly popular. Any suggestions around this theme would be greatly appreciated.
I want a piano lesson. I hate money. [Sorry Pam. But on the plus side I have got pretty good at Burlington street even if i do say so myself, so i reckon for my next lesson you need to dust off that floor length gown, buy a cigarette and holder, purchase a feather bower and practice getting on top of the piano in a graceful and elegant manner.]
This is it now.
Watch out, Beadles about.
Nicola
xx
Monday, 9 April 2007
Pink wellies...
So its the Easter holidays, what joy it is to have people home from uni! Its weird though because when I have gone to arrange things I automatically add Crocker and Jeni to the list. Silly me, it does make me a miss them but Crocker is home soon so thats a bonus.
Anywho, what shall i write today?...
Im having a little trouble replying to my uni offers. I must say im not one to make a decision about anything. I find it hard enough to choose a chocolate bar when im at college, or decide what to eat for lunch, let alone a life decision haha. I think in my head i have convinced myself that if i dont make a decision, things will decide on themselves. hmmm. The more I think about it and hear people groaning about uni i just want to run away and bake cakes and knit somewhere hehe. Or go back in time and live life in the style of Jane Austen; go to balls, marry a handsome gentleman and ride on a horse into the countryside...
Im boring myself writing this so i shall change tack:
We were at Krusty's house the other day for her birthday and we were just chatting away. We somehow started talking about childhood and i realised how brilliant mine was. I think we can take these things for granted.
My old road in Southwick where I grew up was amazing; it was a little crescent with a roundabout in the middle. The roundabout served no purpose because it was the quietest road ever, so we took ownership and all the kids in the street created the 'roundabout gang'. Everyday we could we were out there on our bikes and roller skates going up and down the road, round and round the roundabout. Every morning there was doorbells ringing up and down the road 'can ... come out to play'. One summer we had a fair in someones garden [which was on the corner of the road] and we did face painting etc. It really was such fun, i would love to go back to being that age.
I was a real daddy's girl [well i still am], if i wasnt out on my bike with my brother I was in the garden with my dad. He gave me my own little patch of garden which he helped me keep, the most exciting time of year was when we had to plant the seeds. We used to go into his potting shed and plant the seeds in little trays and then wait for a few weeks until they got big enough and then we would plant them in my garden. Once [because im cool haha] we entered a horticulture show. Dad let me choose the vegetables from a pile [i was in charge of the shallots] and we won first prize! i think we were runners up for our tomatoes too. He bought me my own garden tools and i painted the handles pink, and he also bought me some pink wellies! Also we used to have berries growing up the side of our house and a couple of years dad got out this big metal bowl and we made bramble jam.
It nice to reminise sometimes, i only remembered the jam thing as i was writing this.
Well this blog was a little random, i hope you had a nice easter whoever is reading this.
xx
Anywho, what shall i write today?...
Im having a little trouble replying to my uni offers. I must say im not one to make a decision about anything. I find it hard enough to choose a chocolate bar when im at college, or decide what to eat for lunch, let alone a life decision haha. I think in my head i have convinced myself that if i dont make a decision, things will decide on themselves. hmmm. The more I think about it and hear people groaning about uni i just want to run away and bake cakes and knit somewhere hehe. Or go back in time and live life in the style of Jane Austen; go to balls, marry a handsome gentleman and ride on a horse into the countryside...
Im boring myself writing this so i shall change tack:
We were at Krusty's house the other day for her birthday and we were just chatting away. We somehow started talking about childhood and i realised how brilliant mine was. I think we can take these things for granted.
My old road in Southwick where I grew up was amazing; it was a little crescent with a roundabout in the middle. The roundabout served no purpose because it was the quietest road ever, so we took ownership and all the kids in the street created the 'roundabout gang'. Everyday we could we were out there on our bikes and roller skates going up and down the road, round and round the roundabout. Every morning there was doorbells ringing up and down the road 'can ... come out to play'. One summer we had a fair in someones garden [which was on the corner of the road] and we did face painting etc. It really was such fun, i would love to go back to being that age.
I was a real daddy's girl [well i still am], if i wasnt out on my bike with my brother I was in the garden with my dad. He gave me my own little patch of garden which he helped me keep, the most exciting time of year was when we had to plant the seeds. We used to go into his potting shed and plant the seeds in little trays and then wait for a few weeks until they got big enough and then we would plant them in my garden. Once [because im cool haha] we entered a horticulture show. Dad let me choose the vegetables from a pile [i was in charge of the shallots] and we won first prize! i think we were runners up for our tomatoes too. He bought me my own garden tools and i painted the handles pink, and he also bought me some pink wellies! Also we used to have berries growing up the side of our house and a couple of years dad got out this big metal bowl and we made bramble jam.
It nice to reminise sometimes, i only remembered the jam thing as i was writing this.
Well this blog was a little random, i hope you had a nice easter whoever is reading this.
xx
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