These are the words I heard in disbelief this evening. Oh my did I see red!! For a start I've never heard something so irresponsible or so dumb from an adult, from a parent or from anyone for that matter.
So this person then walked off and refused to eat dinner then. Hmm role model of what?!
Rather than do what I felt like doing (creating a domestic) I have left the room. Watched the tempestuous weather and taken a picture.
All of this on the back of a bra strap twang, being told I had a bottom in my back and then insulted over a friendship. Grr
Deep breathing for now
P
Monday, December 20, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
12 of 12 on 12/12/10
So, my first 12 of 12 (kudos goes to a friend's 12 which brought me to its origin - http://chaddarnell.typepad.com/runchadrun2/12_of_12/
So, my day in pictures (well some of it anyway) sometimes it not always possible to capture on camera what my eye sees, but what the hey, here goes.
A family bike ride was organised by friends through the church I go to in Hobart. I go with my #2 son on these and invariably get left in the dust by the men on their wheels, oh well. I got to thinking as I rode and listened to some music though so it's all good.
Glimpses through the trees allow for stunning views to the East of this imposing mountain, Mount Wellington. The ride took us along a water pipeline at approximately 5-600 metres above sea level.
A look at the final destination, not that we intended to reach the cliffs, but get as close as we could. In the end I didn't make it quite as far as the men did but just shy of it.
It's important to know the trail, to make steady progress in so that you can return the way you came.
On this trail I got thinking about life, how we have to run our own race, travel our own trail, ride our own ride... While this ride started with a group I quickly was overpowered by stronger riders, a steady uphill climb and the desire to just keep going and not quit.
It's not the first time I've ridden out and felt like giving up. This one wasn't so bad but when a head wind hit it was "head down and keep going" knowing I was just getting further behind but also knowing that I had my ride to do.
The journey we take through life is ours and ours alone, we have to go through it and come out the other side to share it with others sometimes. Yes, we share it with those we travel with but sometimes we pass others or they pass us and each of us goes at our own pace.
The return is usually so much easier too. Along the way there were forks in the trail, little places to stop and savour the view, the peace and quiet, the birdcalls and just the trail. Everything that had the ride been more difficult could have been a distraction from the destination. However, glimpses of what was yet to come began to tease around the odd corner.
Time finally came to turn around and the fun began. After the steady uphill now came a gentle downhill which was much more fun to do. Having finally reached the turning point I can now tell people who have yet to follow the trail about it.
The ride ended though, I caught up with #2 son and we headed into the city to do some pre-trip shopping (exciting stuff buying thermals for a Northern Hemisphere winter)!
The youth group led church this afternoon. Church is something that's a non negotiable for me on Sunday. I miss it when I can't go. It's more that I prefer the corporate worship (singing together) than anything else. It's the bit where I can usually get over myself and just sing to God. I guess today too much of me was in the way and I didn't feel like I quite got there but hey, there's always my iPhone that I can grab a special song and see where that takes me.
Church will never have everything, perfect songs, message and people but I can keep hoping.
So this is my dumb blonde. He runs away when given half a chance at the gate, he kills wildlife (when he can catch them) and barks when it's his dinner time and we've forgotten him. He always has a happy face and I love coming home to him and he's just part of the menagerie here.
This is my evil nemesis. She is beautiful. She is around 10 years old now and still makes me laugh. When she rolls onto her back she looks like a sea otter with her hair a brown tinge underneath. She wriggles and squirms and still plays like a kitten at times. Despite her size (which is mostly long hair) she is surprisingly agile though and jumps heights we didn't think she could!
This is our cute little Momma and her kitten, about two weeks old now and beginning to see the stirrings of a lunatic. I try and take photos of her regularly as soon she'll be a blur again as Mom gets her independence back and the kitten turns into a whirlwind of chaos.
We are spoilt with the view from the house. I don't get to sit out quite as much as I would like because I seem to be a delicacy for mosquitos who take chunks out of me that will irritate for a couple of weeks. I hate the darned things and have no idea why we have them in this world.
In this city of Hobart we have many visiting cruise ships which we sometimes will stop and watch coming up the river. The most impressive visitor we have had here was the QE2 on her final trip. We also have the thrill of watching the Sydney Hobart yachts coming racing up river to cross the finish line of one of the most gruelling races in the world.
This has got to be one of the most sweetest sounding set of wind chimes I have ever heard. I love to hear them tinkle on the wind. It lives right outside our lounge so we get to hear them so often it becomes a white noise in the everyday background until it's quiet and you miss them.
Ah, an essential in my life. I love coffee, I like chocolate. I wake up and have a coffee and go to sleep with a coffee, with many through out the day. It's bad but it's SO good! Yes, I am weird that it doesn't keep me awake, but until I find out why then I'll stick with it. I am fussy with my coffee and wish I were a better barista but for now I'll do.
Well my day is nearly over. PS I Love You is on tv and making this cailin heartsick for Ireland. Time to get bundled up and off to bed.
So, my day in pictures (well some of it anyway) sometimes it not always possible to capture on camera what my eye sees, but what the hey, here goes.
A family bike ride was organised by friends through the church I go to in Hobart. I go with my #2 son on these and invariably get left in the dust by the men on their wheels, oh well. I got to thinking as I rode and listened to some music though so it's all good.
Glimpses through the trees allow for stunning views to the East of this imposing mountain, Mount Wellington. The ride took us along a water pipeline at approximately 5-600 metres above sea level.
A look at the final destination, not that we intended to reach the cliffs, but get as close as we could. In the end I didn't make it quite as far as the men did but just shy of it.
It's important to know the trail, to make steady progress in so that you can return the way you came.
On this trail I got thinking about life, how we have to run our own race, travel our own trail, ride our own ride... While this ride started with a group I quickly was overpowered by stronger riders, a steady uphill climb and the desire to just keep going and not quit.
It's not the first time I've ridden out and felt like giving up. This one wasn't so bad but when a head wind hit it was "head down and keep going" knowing I was just getting further behind but also knowing that I had my ride to do.
The journey we take through life is ours and ours alone, we have to go through it and come out the other side to share it with others sometimes. Yes, we share it with those we travel with but sometimes we pass others or they pass us and each of us goes at our own pace.
The return is usually so much easier too. Along the way there were forks in the trail, little places to stop and savour the view, the peace and quiet, the birdcalls and just the trail. Everything that had the ride been more difficult could have been a distraction from the destination. However, glimpses of what was yet to come began to tease around the odd corner.
Time finally came to turn around and the fun began. After the steady uphill now came a gentle downhill which was much more fun to do. Having finally reached the turning point I can now tell people who have yet to follow the trail about it.
The ride ended though, I caught up with #2 son and we headed into the city to do some pre-trip shopping (exciting stuff buying thermals for a Northern Hemisphere winter)!
The youth group led church this afternoon. Church is something that's a non negotiable for me on Sunday. I miss it when I can't go. It's more that I prefer the corporate worship (singing together) than anything else. It's the bit where I can usually get over myself and just sing to God. I guess today too much of me was in the way and I didn't feel like I quite got there but hey, there's always my iPhone that I can grab a special song and see where that takes me. Church will never have everything, perfect songs, message and people but I can keep hoping.
So this is my dumb blonde. He runs away when given half a chance at the gate, he kills wildlife (when he can catch them) and barks when it's his dinner time and we've forgotten him. He always has a happy face and I love coming home to him and he's just part of the menagerie here.
This is my evil nemesis. She is beautiful. She is around 10 years old now and still makes me laugh. When she rolls onto her back she looks like a sea otter with her hair a brown tinge underneath. She wriggles and squirms and still plays like a kitten at times. Despite her size (which is mostly long hair) she is surprisingly agile though and jumps heights we didn't think she could!
This is our cute little Momma and her kitten, about two weeks old now and beginning to see the stirrings of a lunatic. I try and take photos of her regularly as soon she'll be a blur again as Mom gets her independence back and the kitten turns into a whirlwind of chaos.
We are spoilt with the view from the house. I don't get to sit out quite as much as I would like because I seem to be a delicacy for mosquitos who take chunks out of me that will irritate for a couple of weeks. I hate the darned things and have no idea why we have them in this world.
In this city of Hobart we have many visiting cruise ships which we sometimes will stop and watch coming up the river. The most impressive visitor we have had here was the QE2 on her final trip. We also have the thrill of watching the Sydney Hobart yachts coming racing up river to cross the finish line of one of the most gruelling races in the world.
This has got to be one of the most sweetest sounding set of wind chimes I have ever heard. I love to hear them tinkle on the wind. It lives right outside our lounge so we get to hear them so often it becomes a white noise in the everyday background until it's quiet and you miss them.
Ah, an essential in my life. I love coffee, I like chocolate. I wake up and have a coffee and go to sleep with a coffee, with many through out the day. It's bad but it's SO good! Yes, I am weird that it doesn't keep me awake, but until I find out why then I'll stick with it. I am fussy with my coffee and wish I were a better barista but for now I'll do.
Well my day is nearly over. PS I Love You is on tv and making this cailin heartsick for Ireland. Time to get bundled up and off to bed.
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