Can someone please tell me how to change the time and date on this thing? I posted a blog yesterday (monday 3rd December) but it says I wrote it on Tuesday 20th November.
Am I on a different time zone to everyone else?
Is the room I am sitting in some kind of time machine?
Please help!
Tuesday, 20 November 2007
People are so rude!
Alan, Samuel and I took a trip down south this weekend to meet up with Dawn. She usually comes to visit us in Aberdeen between the October half term and Christmas, but she couldn't this year as we're not there...duh! So we decided to meet halfway, in Huntingdon (when I say halfway, it isn't really...we had to drive a bit furtherthan Dawn!)
It was a short and sweet meeting. We met at lunchtime on Saturday and left mid-afternoon on Sunday, but it was fantastic to catch up and for Samuel to see his Aunty Dawn. He changes so much every day that, even when Mum and Dad haven't seen him for a few days, they notice a big difference in him, so I am sure Dawn saw a massive change in him!
On Sunday, we decided to go into Cambridge, mainly because the weather was minging and we knew we could just go from coffee shop to coffee shop if we needed to (I'm turning into Grandma Watson!) We took the Park and Ride into Cambridge (Samuel's first bus trip...very exciting!) On the way back, we were in the queue to get on the bus (typical, we were at the front, but the bus stopped at the other end so we ended up at the back!) when there was a commotion in front of us. Basically, there had been a misunderstanding in which the bus driver had asked the people at the front to wait until the people had got off the bus but his hand gesture suggested that they should proceed! The mother and daughter who were at the front of the queue were apparantly very rude (I didn't hear what was said) and the bus driver asked them to leave his bus. Then followed a 5 minute slanging match between the driver and the women while everyone else quietly got onto the bus. One poor fellow, who obviously felt sorry for the bus driver, went over and said that he would back the bus driver up, as this lady wanted his name to report him to his manager. This innocent man then received a load of lip from the woman as he shrank back into his seat.
Why do people of today think that they have all these rights? The procedure of letting people off the bus before other people get on is obviously something that all the bus drivers do, and most of the public obey. But something in these two women told them that they didn't have to wait. They had the right to be on that bus and, even if it meant creating a commotion, they would let everyone know that they had been badly treated.
I left Cambridge feeling quite upset. I don't like ill-feeling, whether I know the people involved or not. People don't seem to have respect for each other any more. And I'm beginning to think they I am in the minority of people who think that we should respect each other, and that we should be courteous!
The frightening thing is that generations are becoming more and more ill-mannered, and they are passing this disrespectful attitude down to their children, and their grandchildren. When is it going to stop?
It was a short and sweet meeting. We met at lunchtime on Saturday and left mid-afternoon on Sunday, but it was fantastic to catch up and for Samuel to see his Aunty Dawn. He changes so much every day that, even when Mum and Dad haven't seen him for a few days, they notice a big difference in him, so I am sure Dawn saw a massive change in him!
On Sunday, we decided to go into Cambridge, mainly because the weather was minging and we knew we could just go from coffee shop to coffee shop if we needed to (I'm turning into Grandma Watson!) We took the Park and Ride into Cambridge (Samuel's first bus trip...very exciting!) On the way back, we were in the queue to get on the bus (typical, we were at the front, but the bus stopped at the other end so we ended up at the back!) when there was a commotion in front of us. Basically, there had been a misunderstanding in which the bus driver had asked the people at the front to wait until the people had got off the bus but his hand gesture suggested that they should proceed! The mother and daughter who were at the front of the queue were apparantly very rude (I didn't hear what was said) and the bus driver asked them to leave his bus. Then followed a 5 minute slanging match between the driver and the women while everyone else quietly got onto the bus. One poor fellow, who obviously felt sorry for the bus driver, went over and said that he would back the bus driver up, as this lady wanted his name to report him to his manager. This innocent man then received a load of lip from the woman as he shrank back into his seat.
Why do people of today think that they have all these rights? The procedure of letting people off the bus before other people get on is obviously something that all the bus drivers do, and most of the public obey. But something in these two women told them that they didn't have to wait. They had the right to be on that bus and, even if it meant creating a commotion, they would let everyone know that they had been badly treated.
I left Cambridge feeling quite upset. I don't like ill-feeling, whether I know the people involved or not. People don't seem to have respect for each other any more. And I'm beginning to think they I am in the minority of people who think that we should respect each other, and that we should be courteous!
The frightening thing is that generations are becoming more and more ill-mannered, and they are passing this disrespectful attitude down to their children, and their grandchildren. When is it going to stop?
Is there anyone alive out there?
Now, I have an excuse. I was without a computer for 2 weeks and I am trying to refurbish a house!
But where is everyone else? Is there anyone else blogging at the moment or am I just talking to myself (it wouldn't be the first time!)
Or perhaps everyone is now just on facebook and I am living in yesterday.
I have signed up for facebook, but I don't get it.
Some people seem to spend hours on there. But what are they doing?
I just like looking at photos of other people. However, if you're on facebook, you will notice I haven't put my picture on yet. I am waiting for find a nice one, especially as some old school friends have requested my as their friend, so I want to look amazing. The problem is that I can't find a photo that shows me looking amazing! I might be waiting a long time!!!
Anyway...I went to see a certain Songster brigade with mum and dad on Sunday night. They were pretty good, but they sang 2 songs together, and I almost had to leave the room. 'You are the light' and 'My strength alone'.
I miss Aberdeen Citadel!!!
In all other aspects of my life, I am happy. I love my new house, I have an amazing husband and son, I am living close to my family and lots of friends nearby. But I miss going to Aberdeen. I miss the songsters, I miss (certain) people, I miss Cell group, I miss the friendliness and welcome. People say it shouldn't matter where you worship. They are right! But it doesn't stop me missing them!
But where is everyone else? Is there anyone else blogging at the moment or am I just talking to myself (it wouldn't be the first time!)
Or perhaps everyone is now just on facebook and I am living in yesterday.
I have signed up for facebook, but I don't get it.
Some people seem to spend hours on there. But what are they doing?
I just like looking at photos of other people. However, if you're on facebook, you will notice I haven't put my picture on yet. I am waiting for find a nice one, especially as some old school friends have requested my as their friend, so I want to look amazing. The problem is that I can't find a photo that shows me looking amazing! I might be waiting a long time!!!
Anyway...I went to see a certain Songster brigade with mum and dad on Sunday night. They were pretty good, but they sang 2 songs together, and I almost had to leave the room. 'You are the light' and 'My strength alone'.
I miss Aberdeen Citadel!!!
In all other aspects of my life, I am happy. I love my new house, I have an amazing husband and son, I am living close to my family and lots of friends nearby. But I miss going to Aberdeen. I miss the songsters, I miss (certain) people, I miss Cell group, I miss the friendliness and welcome. People say it shouldn't matter where you worship. They are right! But it doesn't stop me missing them!
Wednesday, 14 November 2007
The most boring blog in the world!
It's such a long time since I blogged I don't actually know what to blog about. So much has happened in the last month or so, but I am going to make this short and sweet.
We have moved into our new home, and it's definitely "home". It feels as though we have been here for years! There is a lot to do to make it ours, but it will be fab once it's all done.
It's fantastic being around our family and friends again. I was caught complaining last week that I was too busy! I wasn't actually complaining! It's great to have so much to do.
I haven't thought much about Aberdeen since we left. The one thing I do miss is the Army! There are a select group of people who I would have liked to pack into a box and shipped them down to Middlesbrough with us! But that's not possible, and there's always a compromise somewhere. No doubt I will catch up with them soon.
I have just read this blog back, and realised how boring it is! I'm sorry. I'm not going to delete and start again. I will just change the title!
We have moved into our new home, and it's definitely "home". It feels as though we have been here for years! There is a lot to do to make it ours, but it will be fab once it's all done.
It's fantastic being around our family and friends again. I was caught complaining last week that I was too busy! I wasn't actually complaining! It's great to have so much to do.
I haven't thought much about Aberdeen since we left. The one thing I do miss is the Army! There are a select group of people who I would have liked to pack into a box and shipped them down to Middlesbrough with us! But that's not possible, and there's always a compromise somewhere. No doubt I will catch up with them soon.
I have just read this blog back, and realised how boring it is! I'm sorry. I'm not going to delete and start again. I will just change the title!
I have confidence! (at last!!!)
Having written an uninspiring post 10 minutes ago, I have decided to write another one!
I was thinking about being so busy here, and why I am so busy!
I guess when we lived in Aberdeen, I worked for 3 and a half years and went to the Army on a Sunday, so was busy 6 days out of 7. Then, when I suddenly stopped working, and Samuel arrived, I guess I just accepted that that was my life and I met up with the people I had met through work and the Army when they were free. Yes, I made some new friends through the baby groups, but I wasn't very proactive in those friendships. We met once a week for coffee, and that was it! If I didn't have anything to do, that was that, and Samuel and I either stayed at home or went for a walk on our own. It never crossed my mind to ring anyone.
Since moving back to Middlesbrough, though, I seemed to have developed a new-found confidence I never knew I had. I am not particulary shy, but I'm not very good in social situations. I can't start conversations easily, or continue them when someone starts talking to me. I'm not ignorant or stuck up(which I think I can come across as being) I'm just not very good at interacting with other people, unless I know them really well!
Last Sunday, I took Samuel to the nearest Corps. Alan didn't come with me. (He was trying to fix our house alarm.) I went on my own. I wouldn't have done that 5 years ago. In fact, Alan had to come with me the first time I went to Aberdeen. I wouldn't go on my own.
Last Wednesday, I took Samuel to the local mother and toddlers group. We didn't know anyone there, but I thought it would be a good chance to meet new people. For the first half hour, no one spoke to us apart from the lady running it. After a while, Sam started smiling at a group of women over the other side of the room, so I picked him up and went to join them. I definitely wouldn't have done that 5 years ago! Turns out, this group was lovely and I am meeting them again this week.
This morning, I took Samuel to the Health Visitor for a weigh-in. I was told by the Health Centre to wait for a Health Visitor to get in touch with me. Well, I have been waiting 4 weeks now for someone to call. They haven't, so I took it upon myself to take him to get him weighed anyway. How bolchy is that!!
I find myself doing things I never thought I would. And, without being too big-headed, I am quite proud of myself.
However, I ask myself, would I do this if I didn't have Samuel to hide behind? A lot of the time, I use him in situations to speak to people and get invited to things. People come and speak to Samuel, which allows me to start a conversation with them (usually about him), but then that develops into something else. I took him to mother and toddlers to meet new people hoping that, when he is older, I will still be in touch with them.
Perhaps I'm not as confident as I thought I was!
I was thinking about being so busy here, and why I am so busy!
I guess when we lived in Aberdeen, I worked for 3 and a half years and went to the Army on a Sunday, so was busy 6 days out of 7. Then, when I suddenly stopped working, and Samuel arrived, I guess I just accepted that that was my life and I met up with the people I had met through work and the Army when they were free. Yes, I made some new friends through the baby groups, but I wasn't very proactive in those friendships. We met once a week for coffee, and that was it! If I didn't have anything to do, that was that, and Samuel and I either stayed at home or went for a walk on our own. It never crossed my mind to ring anyone.
Since moving back to Middlesbrough, though, I seemed to have developed a new-found confidence I never knew I had. I am not particulary shy, but I'm not very good in social situations. I can't start conversations easily, or continue them when someone starts talking to me. I'm not ignorant or stuck up(which I think I can come across as being) I'm just not very good at interacting with other people, unless I know them really well!
Last Sunday, I took Samuel to the nearest Corps. Alan didn't come with me. (He was trying to fix our house alarm.) I went on my own. I wouldn't have done that 5 years ago. In fact, Alan had to come with me the first time I went to Aberdeen. I wouldn't go on my own.
Last Wednesday, I took Samuel to the local mother and toddlers group. We didn't know anyone there, but I thought it would be a good chance to meet new people. For the first half hour, no one spoke to us apart from the lady running it. After a while, Sam started smiling at a group of women over the other side of the room, so I picked him up and went to join them. I definitely wouldn't have done that 5 years ago! Turns out, this group was lovely and I am meeting them again this week.
This morning, I took Samuel to the Health Visitor for a weigh-in. I was told by the Health Centre to wait for a Health Visitor to get in touch with me. Well, I have been waiting 4 weeks now for someone to call. They haven't, so I took it upon myself to take him to get him weighed anyway. How bolchy is that!!
I find myself doing things I never thought I would. And, without being too big-headed, I am quite proud of myself.
However, I ask myself, would I do this if I didn't have Samuel to hide behind? A lot of the time, I use him in situations to speak to people and get invited to things. People come and speak to Samuel, which allows me to start a conversation with them (usually about him), but then that develops into something else. I took him to mother and toddlers to meet new people hoping that, when he is older, I will still be in touch with them.
Perhaps I'm not as confident as I thought I was!
Tuesday, 16 October 2007
The Worst Place To Live
It's official...we have moved to The Worst Place To Live In Britain...according to someone on the telly! I wonder how accurate these surveys actually are. It's true that there is a lot of crime in the centre of town, that there are people who are jobless, homeless, penniless, etc, etc, etc. There are also plenty of thugs about who have decided to spoil this area for the rest of us. Instead of labelling Middlesbrough as such a horrible place, though, why isn't something done about it?
I get really annoyed at some of the stories in the news. I was listening to the radio last week and heard that vicars have been advised not to wear their dog collars in public when not on official duty to prevent being attacked. Apparantly vicars are being attacked on trains, in supermarkets, on the street, etc. So, some bright spark has decided that the victim is at fault, and that he/she should stop aggravating the thugs by wearing the one thing that identifies them as a religious figure.
I watched a TV programme the other night in which a man had been "egged" in his car and stopped some passing policemen. Did the policemen immediately follow the accused? No, the victim was arrested for being too loud, angry and abusive! Of course the man was upset and a little hopping mad, but he certainly wasn't a threat.
A few days later, I was reading an item in the newspaper about a woman walking her dog in a park when some teenagers fired a pellet gun at her. She reported it to the police, who advised she walk her dog somewhere else to prevent being attacked in the future. Again, the victim is to blame!
Is it just me, or is this country going mad? Why aren't the attackers/thugs/morons/whatever you want to call them being moved on/warned/arrested/jailed. Who decided that the ordinary bloke-next-door-type of person was in the wrong? Who decided that the thugs should be given the right to rule the country? When is someone going to realise that, if something isn't done about these kind of matters, this country isn't going to be a safe place to live at all? If I want to sit on a train, I should be able to wear whatever I like, safe in the knowledge that, if someone did approach me, I could call the police and something would be done about it. I should be able to walk through a park, down the road, around town and know that the streets were being kept safe. What is happening?
I get really annoyed at some of the stories in the news. I was listening to the radio last week and heard that vicars have been advised not to wear their dog collars in public when not on official duty to prevent being attacked. Apparantly vicars are being attacked on trains, in supermarkets, on the street, etc. So, some bright spark has decided that the victim is at fault, and that he/she should stop aggravating the thugs by wearing the one thing that identifies them as a religious figure.
I watched a TV programme the other night in which a man had been "egged" in his car and stopped some passing policemen. Did the policemen immediately follow the accused? No, the victim was arrested for being too loud, angry and abusive! Of course the man was upset and a little hopping mad, but he certainly wasn't a threat.
A few days later, I was reading an item in the newspaper about a woman walking her dog in a park when some teenagers fired a pellet gun at her. She reported it to the police, who advised she walk her dog somewhere else to prevent being attacked in the future. Again, the victim is to blame!
Is it just me, or is this country going mad? Why aren't the attackers/thugs/morons/whatever you want to call them being moved on/warned/arrested/jailed. Who decided that the ordinary bloke-next-door-type of person was in the wrong? Who decided that the thugs should be given the right to rule the country? When is someone going to realise that, if something isn't done about these kind of matters, this country isn't going to be a safe place to live at all? If I want to sit on a train, I should be able to wear whatever I like, safe in the knowledge that, if someone did approach me, I could call the police and something would be done about it. I should be able to walk through a park, down the road, around town and know that the streets were being kept safe. What is happening?
Monday, 15 October 2007
The Long Journey Down
I don't know how many times we have driven from Aberdeen to Teesside and back again in the last 4 years, but it's definitely more than I can count on 1 hand.
Our journey on Friday, though, as we left our house for the last time, was definitely the worst.
WE eventually left at 11.15am. Ten minutes down the road, we had a phone call from the estate agents asking us to collect something, so we turned back. By then, it was Samuel's lunchtime, so we decided to feed him, and have a sandwich ourselves. We set off for a second time at 12.30pm. Driving through Aberdeen was horrendous! There was so much traffic. Then, before we had even reached Dundee, we were stuck in roadworks. We took a wrong turning in Edinburgh (how many times have we driven that way?), and all this before we had even left Scotland! There was more to come.
Needless to say, during the journey, I asked myself several times, were we doing the right thing?
God answered my question late on Saturday afternoon when I couldn't get Samuel to sleep, and had a million and one things to do before he went to bed. My mother- and father-in-law offered to take him out for a walk. I had 35 minutes to myself, to get on with other jobs!
This is why we have moved back to Teesside! Thank God for Grandparents!!!
Our journey on Friday, though, as we left our house for the last time, was definitely the worst.
WE eventually left at 11.15am. Ten minutes down the road, we had a phone call from the estate agents asking us to collect something, so we turned back. By then, it was Samuel's lunchtime, so we decided to feed him, and have a sandwich ourselves. We set off for a second time at 12.30pm. Driving through Aberdeen was horrendous! There was so much traffic. Then, before we had even reached Dundee, we were stuck in roadworks. We took a wrong turning in Edinburgh (how many times have we driven that way?), and all this before we had even left Scotland! There was more to come.
Needless to say, during the journey, I asked myself several times, were we doing the right thing?
God answered my question late on Saturday afternoon when I couldn't get Samuel to sleep, and had a million and one things to do before he went to bed. My mother- and father-in-law offered to take him out for a walk. I had 35 minutes to myself, to get on with other jobs!
This is why we have moved back to Teesside! Thank God for Grandparents!!!
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