Monthly Archives: November 2005

It has been a long day………………..

I’m sitting here with a headache and I’m thinking that I’ve got choir prac in a bit. With squeaky sops and the basses from hell…….. this doesn’t mention the non-existent altos nor the silent tennors…… anyone fancy coming to our concert???

[seriously, it’s not that bad……]

I don’t know what it is, but recently whenever I’ve been sitting in front of the computer trying to concentrate I’ve just been getting headaches which is very off-putting. I suspect that I really need to go see the optician and see if I need a new prescription. I’m supposed to go get them checked every six months or so……. so having not gone for four odd years……. whoops!!!

I mean, I know there’s writing on the poster on the otherside of the room. ‘Beitstein Crossfire‘ I think. I certainly can’t make out the writing beneath it…….

So it looks like new glasses are needed……. not just the lens, but as my frames are all bent and the like I’m going to have to get new frames…….. which means that I’ll need to drag someone along with me to help me with picking a pair.

And yes, I know that now-a-days they take your photo so you can compare different frames and be able to see yourself (I’m so short-sighted I can’t look in a mirror), bu tI don’t like picture of me, and I certainly don’t trust my judgement in picking something that looks nice. I’d rather let someone with a sense of what looks gooddo that for me!!!

Any offers…..???

I have a slight confession…………

For anyone who’s tried to email me in the last week, I have a slight confession. I’ve not been checking them for the last week. Not even to see how many there are. There are thirty (and twentyeight junk). This is something I do every now and again, just to see how badly life changes. I did it once with my mobile phone, kept it turned off for two weeks. Did my life collapse?? No. But I did have to take it to work with me, so that was sort of cheating……

I also have a new link for you, Swansea Uni Cathsoc’s new webpage CathSoc and a short email reply that I got from a friend, when I asked (a couple of weeks ago) if I could visit on my way past their house (after complaints that I hadn’t visited)……

we where out in new zealand!
how was home, i am really REALLY sorry to have missed you!


A fairly dashed day………..

It has been a fairly dashing-around weekend, which still isn’t finished (have choir prac in…. 6 min, and this week I won’t be late….).

It has been a series of things I haven’t quite got round to though. I didn’t manage to get to Halfords today. I didn’t get to finish the last chapter of the reading I have to do (though maybe later tonight). I didn’t call Ece last night (though I called Duracell and ran out of credit that way). I failed to get earlyish nights both Saturday and Sunday. I missed Morning Communion. I didn’t get to the shops.

Though it hasn’t been a bad weekend by any means, cause I did do a lot of stuff….. just not what I was expecting (comes under plans going wrong!!!).

I did get the practice that I nneded and managed to set a Season Best at the comp in Exeter yesterday. I had a nice chat with Duracell on the phone while drinking a hot-chocolate (Mmmmmmm). I did get work done today (and plan to finish it off this evening) and to finish, I’m off now to make it to choir prac on time!!!!

nb – for those who don’t know “Amarantine” is Enya’s new album. It is great amnd I heartedly recommend it….. though I always feel really sad when listening to it…… I think that’s more me than the album.


Hit the wrong button and it all goes wrong………. well, it all goes……. drat…..

So the round up was basically, not so pleased as most people about the snow as most people will carry on as normal, so when the roads ice up this evening, while I’m at work… well, it’s not going to be nice!!!! Now, if we’d had more snow, that would keep the morons who shouldn’t be allowed on the road in the first place off it!!

And thanks to Pants for the quiz…. I think she did better than I though!!!! 🙁

This Is My Life, Rated
Life: 6.1
Mind: 6
Body: 6.5
Spirit: 7.5
Friends/Family: 4.7
Love: 0.8
Finance: 6.5
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

Baby, it’s cold outside……….

For those of you who haven’t noticed it’s starting to get colder, and if the weathermen are to be believed not only is the snow going to hit in the next couple of days, but it’s going to be a very cold winter. Which raises the question; should I get some long-sleeved (and legged) pyjammas to keep myself warm….???

It’s a tough question, I’ve not worn long-sleeved pyjammas since I was fairly small, but it is getting cold, and I think staying warm is more important. I’m not thinking of the traditional flannel style (incase people were concerned (they only gained 1% in a vote of what women want their men to wear in bed)) just longer versions of what I wear at the mo…… it’ll be like being seven again!!! hehehe!!!!!

nb – just a couple of notices before I finish…….
The answers at the bottom of the last post were to the questions in the third paragraph……. but I in no way mean for people to take them on and fill them in… they were just some sample questions that I could remember from old questionaires… don’t panic anyone!!!!
Ta Genevive for being willing to learn the lines for me…… I’ll just have to get round to actually writing the scripts for our lives now, handing them round, letting everyone learn them all so we can all live happilly ever after……. I could do that!!! 😉

This time of year again……………………….

This will be the “subject” (or something similar….. possibly “get to know your friends”) of an email that comes round every now and again. All it consists of is a questionaire that you either fill in about yourself, or fill it in about the person who sent it to you.

Many people don’t like these emails, they feel that they are a waste of time. I love them. I really enjoy writing fun answers (while still telling the truth, that’s very important) that hopefully people will find funny. The wondering what happened to question 16, 23 and 28.

I like filling them in. I like the way it makes me think of questions that I hadn’t thought of in a while….. which do I prefer, chocolate or vanilla icecream?? Books or TV?? When was the last time I looked under my bed?? Have I cried because of love?? How many siblings do I have?? Do I prefer mornings or evenings??? Where would my ideal house be situated??? How many children would I like?? * all these questions and the answers for them.

I’m sure that most people don’t want to recieve them, but I still hope that they’ll at least read through my answers just to see what I’ve written.

Vanilla, though I really love most icecreams….
Couple of weeks ago, was looking for something….. wasn’t there!!!
One, a sister two years younger…… I saw her for the first time in a couple of years last weekend… and then laughed as she has an American accent!!!!!
Evenings, unless the morning is from the evening before!!!!
Somewhere in the hills,
Two or three……. my dad threatens that twins are fairly prevelent in our family….

Why can’t people learn their lines………..

I am a great lover of jokes, both verbal and practical. There’s just something about a person’s face when they realise that the world they though they were in, isn’t the one you’re presenting them with. But sometimes you need their help. A punchline cannot be give without the preceeding lines and the handcrafted joke I came up with on Friday night (I have to do something at work). And so, with my joke primed I waited for the line to be given….. and no-one said it Saturday…….. but no worries, met up with people on Sunday, surely then…….. no such luck.

Why could no-one have read the script??

Because I know that I’m not going to ever get the intro-line while I want to tell the joke, I shall do it here……

(Other Person) – You know, you two should get together (or something along those lines)
(Bimble) – See, we could never get together…. for one really important reason.
(OP) – Why’s that??
(B) – Well, it would destroy the whole will they/won’t they sexual tension thing that keep people tuning in. Sure, the ratings for the episode “The One Where They Get Together” would be great, but next week’s…..?? Would people still want to tune in then……..????
(OP) – wha……?!?!?!
(B) – What?? doesn’t everyone see their life like a tv sit-com…..???

I think it would work much better spoken out, and you would be able to use the person’s facial expressions to decide whether to carry on or not…….. but like I said, no-one read the script so I didn’t get the line……

Do you have a girlfriend………………???

This is a question I get asked every now and again by different people (like last Friday). It’s a perfectly fine question, it’s just being about as close to a confirmed bachelor as you can be at my age, you get bored of thinking of different ways of saying no.

But what I’m going to do is compare my life to that of the Anglican Church….. and it’s current problem.

One of the main things that keeps coming up in the news is the general belief by the more conservitive churches that homosexuality is a sin and therefore homosexual priests shouldn’t be allowed to serve the church. At the lowest, open, practising homosexual priest should be removed.

I can see the point. (here come my first contraversial point) Homosexuallity, I believe, is a sin. Being a sin, it does get in the way between the person and God. Because an open, practising homosexual is (presumably) not feeling guilt nor sorrow because of this, they cannot say that they are asking for forgivness for their sins. This is the stumbling block.

On the other hand (before you all shout at me) I also believe that all sins are equal. Any sin, no matter how small is a barrier between us and God. Therefore I know that the sins that I do are just as bad. In Matthew 5 it says; Ye have heard that it was said by them of old time, Thou shalt not commit adultery: But I say unto you, That whosoever looketh on a woman to lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in his heart. Under these verses I’ve broken the Ten Commandments (well the Seventh). I have sinned. Can I honestly say that I feel guilt and sorrow everytime….??? I can’t.

If I “borrow” someone’s milk for my tea, or do someone’s else’s crossword without their permission that falls under the Eighth. I’m almost certain that the photocopied music we use in choir is done without permission….. I have worked on the Sabbeth and I have covetted thy neighbour’s house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour’s wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that [is] thy neighbour’s so in all fairness…. I am just as sinful as anyman… be he straight or gay.

The important thing is that we know that we fall short of the standard set us for entry to Heaven. But our fall-shortings have been paid for, by the death and resurection of the Son of God, our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.

Ok, it didn’t really relate to how I started……… but the joke that I was wanting to say all weekend (but couldn’t) will…. and I’ll tell that tomorrow!!!!

Of mice and men………………

There will be some people who will reconize this quote, others to whom it will seem familier but not quite placable. It is from a poem by Robert Burns (and also a book by someother guy) and goes a bit like The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men, Gang aft agley, or “often go astray”.

That is to a certain defintion of “best laid”. I don’t know what it is about plans that just like to get upset, but they do. You set somethings in motion…… and then, clang, a couple will clash a third will prove impossible a fourth will become upsetting, the fifth forgotten……. you get the idea…. So, what to do??? Carry on the best one can, trying to sqeeze everything in, drop somestuff and hope that it doesn’t matter?? Or just shrug your shoulders and go with the flow??

To The Mouse
Wee, sleeket, cowran, tim’rous beastie,
O, what panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,
Wi’ murd’ring pattle!
I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion,
Which makes thee startle,
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion,
An’ fellow-mortal!

I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave ‘S a sma’ request:
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss’t!

Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
It’s silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s winds ensuin,
Baith snell an’ keen!

Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ wast,
An’ weary Winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.

That wee-bit heap o’ leaves an’ stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turn’d out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald.
To thole the Winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld!

But Mousie, thou are no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men,
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!

Still, thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I canna see,
I guess an’ fear!

Robert Burns