I have been so busy these past few months that I have ended up very over-due a haircut. I love my hair being long, but ay ay ay!!! It is way way way too long right now.
I think what is annoying me most is what to do with my hair at work. I used to clip it up, but now the clip won’t stay in place. So I am having to tie it back with a hair band, which makes me look like a school girl.
There is only one answer – I need to book an appointment at a salon!! Somebody needs to tame these locks of mine.
Since I started a new job recently, I have the enviable advantage of walking to work. Although it only takes a few minutes, it has of course been wintry over the past few months.
So, I am still in the habit of walking to work in trainers (just like when I had a long commute across London) and switching my shoes when I arrive. I used to be so vain about making sure my style was en pointe from head to toe…but at some point I have ceased to feel any embarrassment about being caught with my trainers on.
My smart shoes are all looking good!
Jim Adams aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: NEW WAVE MUSIC
I think I sort of know what “New Wave Music” means – I can think of so many eighties and perhaps nineties bands that I believe qualify within this genre. But still, I felt the need to consult with t’internet just to make sure I was in the right neck of the woods. I found a couple of websites that included that fabulous Blondie as a New Wave band. Did I need any other excuse to pick a terrific Blondie track?
There are a lot of Blondie tracks I like, but this is one of my favourites “One Way Or Another”. I don’t know if you can believe everything you read on t’internet (lol – did I just say that? Kids – you absolutely cannot believe much of what you read on t’internet!!!) but it was suggested that the lyrics on based on the behaviour of an ex-boyfriend who stalked Debby Harry after their break-up. Allegedly, the song was a way defuse the stress that situation caused and handle the saga with some humour.
I have always love the guitar riff – it is such a top track!!
One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna win ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna see ya I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha One day, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha, I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha I will drive past your house And if the lights are all down I'll see who's around One way or another I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha One way or another I'm gonna win ya I'll getcha, I'll getcha One way or another I'm gonna see ya I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha One day, maybe next week I'm gonna meetcha, I'll meetcha And if the lights are all out I'll follow your bus downtown See who's hanging out One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna give you the slip, a slip of the hip or another I'm gonna lose ya, I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya One way or another I'm gonna lose ya I'm gonna give you the slip I'll walk down the mall Stand over by the wall Where I can see it all Find out who ya call Lead you to the supermarket checkout Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) One way or another I'm gonna getcha, I'll getcha, I'll getcha getcha getcha getcha (Where I can see it all, find out who ya call) Written by: Deborah Harry and Nigel Douglas Harison
Here is Blondie performing the same track at Glastonbury back in 1999!
I have a relationship in my life – a friendship – with someone I am very very fond of. Recently, I was at a dinner with Jack and some other guests we have known for many years…and my friend (who I believe had drunk a couple of glasses of wine at that point) began talking about me.
She said about me:
“She’s like a little canine pal – totally loyal, always pleased to see me, will let me say anything without over-reacting, and is always happy to go out for a walk.”
I was a little baffled at her description…but I think it came from a kind place. Jack has been teasing me about it ever since.
I inherited a Yucca recently. I may be mistaken, but I think that around that time I started out with a chronic case of sniffles, itchy streaming eyes…and recurrent styes.
Is it possible that I am allergic to Yucca plants?
When I was around twenty-six, I lost one of my best friends to cancer. She was a role-model, as well as a huge source of encouragement and advice. I was heart-broken when she became ill and deteriorated so rapidly.
This year, I will turn the same age as she was when she died. I have been thinking of her a lot recently. I have been thinking of what it will be like to welcome her back to life.
Clean earth…without war, without crime, without terror – what a wonderful home, a safe and beautiful home, to welcome back our loved ones. I am yearning to see my very lovely friend (and a long long list of loved ones) again. My heart throbs with the prospect of that joyful period in human history ahead.
I have felt a little wobbly at work lately. I think it is just tiredness and being a bit run down – my nose has been all sniffle sniffle for a couple of weeks. But I feel as if for some reason my confidence has been chipped. I am not always certain I made the right decision.
As a result, I have been noting down every decision I have made that I am not really 100% sure of so I can check them with a senior colleague at toms point.
I need more rest. I need to regain some confidence in my decision making process.
Over the past few weeks, I have been explaining the contents of my MENTAL HEALTH FIIRST AID KIT. I have looked already at:
…and this week I am considering the effect of words!
Whenever I have been through a challenging time, a period when stress is overwhelming or my spirits are very low, I have to admit one of the things that annoys me most is cliches. In addition, I have been through stages when I had become so vulnerable due to chronic emotional exhaustion, that a powerful saying could have a dramatic impact on me.
I tried to explain this latter phenomenon when I wrote about sailing and tacking in the Annabelle Riley series. I was like a boat at times (or a car) that was told by someone else, “look, you are doing things the wrong way, you need to do this instead.” In my vulnerable state, I would effectively try a handbrake turn, drastically pursuing the advice of the person that had given me their wise words, and then finding later down the line, that it was not working. As I became more stable, I realized that with regards to most well-meaning advice, it’s a matter of tacking, or making more minor changes, to make some progress in accord with the prevailing winds, but never forgetting your destination.
Yet there are some sayings that I have carried in my heart, and they do cheer me up on rainy days, or when I know I am starting to feel overwhelmed by a challenge.
These are two of them:
They might not register with you particularly, and that is the thing about inspirational sayings, they are going to be something very much unique to you. So when you are preparing or updating your MENTAL HEALTH FIIRST AID KIT, choose wisely.
As for encouraging articles….well, nowadays, some of the articles or stories I have read over the years and drawn huge encouragement from, I can hardly remember where I originally read them. But I have written about some of them.
I like the stories that impart power. The first story helps me to see that often we are treated harshly, without love, and than can have a profound impact on our esteem and wellbeing. But when we understand how precious we are, it is energizing.
I liked the second story, it does highlight how ridiculous the world economic system is.
I have picked some sayings and stories that have impacted me, and they remind me of who I am and who I am trying to be. Pick sayings and articles that will inspire and encourage you for your MENTAL HEALTH FIRST AID KIT.
I was looking for one of my older posts last week when I came across this poem. I wrote it around three years ago…and, well…it does make me smile!
It’s time for bed, darkest night once more
The house is silent, there’s not a peep
I’ll close my curtains and lock the door
Keep my eyes tight shut and try to sleep
While around my head dance dreams galore
Tonight you won’t find me counting sheep
Rather, all the frogs I’ve kissed before
That one who turned out to be a creep
And oh the one who was such a bore
But then the frog that I wanted to keep
When he left England, my heart was sore
For my fav’rite frog, a love so deep
I don’t think I’ve ever been so sure
With him I am ready to take a leap
Our bond will last, whether rich or poor
Tears of joy Frog Prince Jack makes me weep
Jim Adams aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: COUNTRY MUSIC
I narrowed down my choice today to three songs – two of them I just love, love, love (songs from Dolly Parton and Tammy Wynette). However, I chose the third song, the one that when I hear it sounds so “country”. I have to admit, it all makes me think of line dancing. Not that there is anything wrong with line dancing.
I am not sure when this song was released, but I do remember it being played on the radio a lot when I was younger. I think it must have had some chart success. The song is “Achy Breaky Heart” from a country singer called Billy Ray Cyrus.
You can tell the world you never was my girl You can burn my clothes when I'm gone Or you can tell your friends just what a fool I've been And laugh and joke about me on the phone You can tell my arms go back to the farm You can tell my feet to hit the floor Or you can tell my lips to tell my fingertips They won't be reaching out for you no more But don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart I just don't think it'd understand And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man You can tell your ma I moved to Arkansas You can tell your dog to bite my leg Or tell your brother Cliff, whose fist can tear my lip He never really liked me anyway Or tell your Aunt Louise tell anything you please Myself already knows I'm not okay Or you can tell my eyes to watch out for my mind It might be walking out on me today But don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart I just don't think he'd understand And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart... I just don't think he'd understand And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man Don't tell my heart my achy breaky heart... I just don't think he'd understand And if you tell my heart my achy breaky heart He might blow up and kill this man Written by: Donald L. Von Tress
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