Dont You Just Hate It When....

Don’t you just hate it when you wake up on a winter morning thinking it is Friday but it’s actually only Tuesday. My most hated is the “snooze” button on an alarm clock. Just when you’re nice and snuggled in bed and getting back into that dream you were rudely awakened from or cuddling up to your man the alarm goes off. Whoever invented the snooze button should be shot.

On a happier note, winter is my favourite season. The smell of warm soup, yummy cookies or a roast baking in the oven and let’s not forget the sound of rain falling on the window. That is the time you wished you would win the lottery and never work again. But then again, the chance of me winning the lottery is the same chance as hell freezing over.

Sigh… it’s nice to dream though.

Ok, so I wake up and my Milo has gone cold. At least I know I’m not the only one out there sitting dressed up like a polar bear, counting on one hand how many hours you have left of work and what to make for supper.

Oh the dreaded question guys get asked besides “does my ass look fat in this” is the simple question of “honey, what do you want for supper”. As if any guy really gives a hoot what he wants for supper, just as long as it’s food and it's edible.

Ladies, when it comes to supper just be creative or go take a chef course. Heck even use google and search for receipes.  Men are not that difficult to live with. If you haven’t found the right one yet, you are obviously shopping in too many bargain stores.

Penny for a Thought

I have officially broken the virginity of my blog. I have heard so much about blogs and thought "yeah what the heck" let me create one to. One way to rant and rave.

I remember the days, getting a diary from my mom for my birthday. A diary that had a lock on and the pages smelt like flowers. The excitement of having something personal, something nobody but you or someone special can see inside.

I use to write in all different colours. My handwriting always changed according to my mood and so did my creativity in colours. In a good mood, it was multi-coloured and in a bad mood was in either black or dark blue.

Today I am in a inbetween mood. Starting a blog brought back memories of my best friend who passed away 13 years ago. We use to write in our own personal diary and then swop them with each other to read.

I never got to go to her funeral and to this day I regret it. I wish I could find her mom and ask her where she is laid to rest. All I want to do is go visit her grave and at least put some flowers on it and let her know I am thinking of her!

She gave me a box before she passed away. It was wrapped in gift paper and a little note that said "whenever you are lonely or even feeling blue, know that I am thinking of you. This little box is filled with my love and friendship just for you"

People may come and go in our lives but they leave footprints in our hearts.

Treasure every moment and live life to the fullest.