Posts Tagged ‘life’
What makes a person want to carry on with life, you know, without being too blasé about the whole shindig? I have been wondering this myself for quite a while to be honest. It is probably the reason i haven’t really written anything so far. In saying that, Uni is finished for the year, I am looking forward to next year, I have a part time job now, I still struggle not to make this sound like i am just highlighting the good parts of my life, but let’s be honest here… That is exactly what i am doing…
See i am a little pissed off… well a little is an understatement and this is the internet so i can essentially understate anything i would like.
I am a little pissed off with everything that is going on in my life at the moment, I am pissed off that child care cost so much, I am pissed off that I almost never get any time to myself, I am pissed off that it has taken until now to actually write something,… and all i have to really write about is being pissed off…
But you know that is ok, the whole point to a blog is not to impress anyone, but so replace the good old pen and paper hand written diary, except you are willingly letting people into your diary, because you want to, but this one is edited, because nobody really likes to hear that your life isn’t all fun and games, books and typewriters or friends and coffee.
There is fights with those friends, weeks you don’t read, typewriters that are not being used, and coffee that just taste so goddamn bad that you really, really and i mean really wish you had not have wasted the time even tasting… and sometimes you want to give it back in a swift flying motion.
So when you constantly have days where you feel like utter shit, can’t even be bothered reading your blogs, or writing… or anything… what keeps people going…
Well in short the answer could be chocolate. But who knows honestly.
From the very first Facebook hate rant to the very first comment on my blog, its no secret I have come along way from there. With every award I received from my fellow bloggers my confidence grew more and more.
To a lot of people, this may not mean much at all, but it means a lot to me. Its almost a year blogging on WordPress for me, and since I started, I’ve formed many new and real friendships with my readers and followers. I may only have a little over 1000, which is a small but decent amount considering I am not a famous author, but it is a huge number to me.
When I decided to get back into writing, I didn’t expect it to last this long, or to have as many followers and readers as I do have. I didn’t expect anyone to like my blog at all.
WordPress has given me the chance to put myself out there, to put my writing on the line and open for criticism (thankfully I’ve never had any bad criticism.) The chance to regain my confidence and the chance to help others regain there’s back too.
I’ve had the honor of being included in thousands of people’s lives thanks to WordPress. I’ve been able to share mine with so many people as well.
I want to sincerely thank the people behind WordPress. And I want to congratulate all you wonderful bloggers out there.
Helping people, one blog post at a time.
I often think of topics to write about, as if there were endless topics. Fact is there are endless things to write about, I just fear most are bland.
I don’t go out much and like most stereotypical writers, given the chance, you would find me hunched over a vintage typewriter, in the center of a white room talking to myself.
“Yes the world does revolve around me” I would say, staring into the vortex of nothingness you call a wall.
Walls are pretty boring without art, or maybe they aren’t because you have an amazing imagination and you can picture anything on your wall.
Unlike me, my imagination is broken.
Oh crap, I need another coffee
While sitting in the waiting room at the hospital (I’ve been sitting here for well over an hour now) I noticed everyone staring at me as my youngest was bawling his poor little eyes out. I had to bounce him, pat his back and settle him to sleep. I was stressed at this moment for two reasons, my baby was upset, but so was everyone else in the hospital. Like its such a burden on everyone else, that they are stuck listening to my child cry, they even have to make me feel so uncomfortable by watching me try and settle him. As if they were timing me.
It began to make me wonder though, why do people do the things they do. Right now my partner is causing a stir with our eldest, playing and laughing, he is screaming with joy and sharing treats and tissues. It is excused because he is having fun and the youngest finally went to sleep, he is sleeping on me, in this hospital while there is coughing and splattering all around us… He doesn’t wake up, or stare at the sick people as they stared at us just before.
I wonder should I have have to feel as though I am settling him for the peace of mind of others?
Is it really ok for people to make mothers with crying children more uncomfortable than they already are?
Is it really that agonising for you to hear a baby crying in pain?
I wonder, if it is my sudden need for forgiveness from these strangers… if it is the reasoning behind half of the stress that comes with taking your children out.
People have a constant fear of not fitting it, we really want to impress strangers because we assume strangers are judging us all the time. Fact is we don’t know and the fear of not knowing something is just as hard as finding out the truth about something. We fear we aren’t good enough, to the point where some people won’t go outside because of a bad hair day and a lot of people sit behind their computer screens, just as I am now, except they live their whole lives through their virtual world.
What are your thoughts?
When I was younger, I would play in the back yard, looking for bugs, playing with the dogs and looking up.
The time spent looking down and into the bushes was accompanied by an amazing voice in the background, narrating my adventures. The one and only David Attenborough, he went where ever I went and he was there to tell me about the bird I saw or the insect that I had just seen.
Not many men make it into my top list of great men, but thankfully David has. This amazing man has shaped many children’s futures and entertained many sleepless nights and many days lazing around the house.
When I try to write posts about amazing people I don’t really know what to say, I wish I was able to thank this amazing man in person, but I can’t so I will happily watch his new series on TV and be glad that this man changed my life, helped me better understand wildlife and helped with those times I had no one else to watch on TV
David Attenborough, an amazing man and a voice that has changed the world.
A lot of people look at babies and think ‘Awe they are so cute’, then they grow into kids, scream the house down, throw tantrums, answer back and completely disrespect you. Suddenly nobody wants kids…
I am a stay at home mum with a dream of becoming a holder of a PH.D in neuroscience, as most of you all know already. I have two kids under the age of two. Being a stay at home mum means a few things – I make the meals and then I clean up the mess. Since moving into the new house I have developed a small case of OCD with my cleaning and some things have been cleaned everyday religiously… Sometimes multiple times. I basically have a lot of time on my hands to purposely make dishes just to clean them so I have stuff to do during the day.
While doing the dishes the other day I began to ponder life (as you do while your hands are in soapy water, dangerously surrounded by knives that were carelessly placed in the murky water). I though about how many people have a lot of negative things to say about being a parent… Basically shit gets ruined and mum and dad don’t like that. Well I wanted to break the trend, because I personally love being a mum. So here are my top 15 reasons why I love being a parent.
1: Cartoons… So when you are older you can totally watch cartoons as day if you felt like it, but without kids, who are you going to share your most loved childhood cartoons with?
2: Early nights… Again, you can choose to do this when you don’t have kids, but you also can feel obligated to go to every Tom, Dick and Harry’s party you get invited to when you don’t have kids. When you are a parent most of the time it is socially unacceptable to be found at a party, getting ‘sloshed’ and risking your life while your kids are with the baby sitter non the wiser… I don’t party, so I treasure the choice of having an early or late night with no obligations to anyone other than my children.
3: Baby wipes… I once cleaned a whole entire material couch with 1 packet of baby wipes, and a whole kitchen, and carpet.. Oh and the bathroom. Baby wipes are AMAZING! When you have kids you have access to one of the most amazing cleaning product out there.
4: Nappies… So nappies are really absorbent right (well duh it their sole purpose)… Well think of it this way, you spill coffee into your carpet, instead of scrubbing for ages trying to get all the liquid out of the carpet, you could just, you know, suck it all up with a nappies or two
5: Carpet… Carpet is soft and warm and babies love carpet… That is all.
6: Cute outfits… So a womanly figure in your family has invited you to her baby shower, yes! Time to go cute outfit shopping, but it doesn’t last quite as long as it will for her. See you may only take an hour to indulge in this pleasurable activity. Us mothers get a few years to indulge in the addictive activity known as ‘overly cute outfit shopping’… But honestly, it’s so worth it.
7: Baking… Well you do need to teach them how to cook somehow right?
8: Coffee… As you all know I love my coffee, and these days I spend a lot more time smelling and reading the packets before I buy. Did you know the French will save up their money for weeks and travel a fair distance just to buy something amazing, rather than settling on the crappy cheap version at home? Trust me it’s worth it.
9: Bath time… Bubble baths are fun! as we grow older, we tend to forget what it was like when we were kids, bath time was one of our favourite times. We could trek through the snow and meet Santa at the North Pole, all with some water and bubbles.
10: Nap time… I love nap time because you can have a few hours of quiet. I don’t bother using nap time as my cleaning time, I can clean around my kids or I can clean when my kids are awake. If I do house work while they are awake then I can use their nap time as time to myself, time to read some of my current book (I’ve finished The casual vacancy so I am not reading anything at the moment) or watch some day time TV.
11: Toy section… I have a justified reason to walk past every toy in the toy section and press every button I feel I need to press.
12: Cinema… When I was younger I hardly went to the movies, or watched movies for that matter. My attention span for movies and Tv shows is fairly short depending on what’s on, kudos to the directors and script writer/writers if you manage to hold my attention… When you have kids you can go to the movies every time there is a new ice age movie, sit in with them and indulge in popcorn and coke if you want to. Yes you could do this when you are an adult, but it feels more meaningful if you bring your kids.
13: Lego… I know I know, this should have been number one. I could write a huge paragraph on how Lego is amazing, but lets face it… We all know how amazing those little plastic blocks of magic are, my paragraph would probably not do Lego any justice… So I will just leave this paragraph with this picture.
14: Learning… Ignorance isn’t bliss when you are a parent, unless you let it be so… I love that I am constantly learning as a parent.
15: I am never lonely and that is pretty self explanatory.
Being a parent is great!
This morning I watched a debate on TV about whether we are obsessed with food or not. I love watching debates on real issues like these – unlike the news, which is filled with cute little fluffy animals causing traffic jams and celebrity sham marriages and rehab visits. With every debate you have your pro’s and con’s, and your for’s and against, and so on…
Today I was left agreeing with both sides of this particular debate.
The “Yes we are obsessed with food” side bought up some really troubling issues in regards to our obsession such as – food wastage, food pornography, contamination and climate change
And the against side basically said “No we aren’t obsessed with food, we are obsessed with eating… oh and sport”
*Cough cough* ehmmm… yeah, why are there so many obese people?
My opinion was left as this – We are obsessed enough to over eat, but we aren’t obsessed nearly enough as we should be about what we eat. In other words, we as a nation (Australia, but if the shoe fits…) choose convenience over quality, fast food because we are lazy, imported because its cheaper, they can make more money off importing cheap “goods” and they have no concern for the farmers who are losing their land in the process, and we settle for polluted or contaminated food because we just don’t care at all and we settle.
When I started my blog “All World Issues” I wanted to write about real issues in the world, I have had my blog for almost a year now, and in that time I realised that who was doing what on Facebook wasnt a real issues – the real issue is how it has been used to market you junk, expose the young to pornography and studies have shown the use of Facebook everyday is linked to mental illness associated with jealousy of others lives,the constant need to be noticed and keyboard warrior like obsessions. I realised that breast-feeding in public wasnt an issue either… but the substitute for it (Formula) and the reaction of many mothers when it came to breast-feeding was the real issue… quite frankly I find it appalling that another woman would see breasts as mens ‘sex toys’ instead of what they are, a milk supply for our babies. Media is the blame for breasts being marketed as sex toys…
This, this here, this post highlights what an ‘All world issue’ is and lucky I do indeed have social media platforms I can share it around on.
So by 2025, we can guarantee that 80% of the world will be obese if we don’t change soon… Oh and at least 3 of the ingredients in “real fruit” roll ups are used in the production tailor-made cigarettes, yes those little cancer causing sticks.
Then we have the fact that obesity and poor diet related problems, have now become the number 1 cause of preventable deaths world wide – preventable meaning you can prevent premature death by living a healthy lifestyle.
Issues were bought up about mass production of farm animals (aka livestock) – There would be no reason to mass produce animals if people did not have a 3 burger a day diet. Not to mention the fact they spend more money on feeding these livestock grains then they do ensuring we are eating healthy food, in the wild these livestock would eat grass and drink water, they would not eat wheat, scraps, have antibiotics and hormone/steroid treatments. I am not saying don’t eat meat – as I learnt today the humans needs to eat meat, meat has amino acids that flush toxins out of your body and amino acids that aid the development and regrowth of healthy muscle tissue. This also doesn’t mean go out and buy a 24 pack of sausages and have a BBQ with the only guest being yourself… sausages are extremely processed, hardly meat, full of bad fats and all in all completely bad for you. The deli section at my local safe way sells “Ham off the bone” to the public and what they don’t realise (the public) is that only about 45% of it is ham…the rest is preservatives, chemicals never ment for human consumption, food colouring and dyes, artificial flavourings etc… (You can ask your local deli worker which deli meat has the most meat in it, its written on the back of the cards.)
Food wastage being another huge issue. One of the debaters pointed out that there are farmers out there ripping out all their fruit trees because big company’s know its cheaper to buy force ripened and imported “fresh produce” instead of buying locally… and lets face it, fruit and veg tasted a lot better 10 years ago. The local fresh produce that has been pulled out of the ground because their looks werent aesthetically pleasing and was more expensive to buy, will be contributing to the sixty billion dollars worth of perfectly good food wasted every year… by the way this is also the same amount of money we give to the poor and starving in third-world country’s every year to aid world hunger. I read an article written by an african woman once, she explained that all they money given to them is never seen because the government is corrupt – so why don’t we give them the food we don’t want instead? we would technically be saving twelve billion dollars a year, and the amount of food we all waste is enough to feed poor family’s 3 meals a day for a year… I see a solution to world hunger that is not being used here guys.
We are all contributing to the problem (myself included) by seeking aesthetically pleasing food over local and interesting looking food. We are setting our kids up for failure because we as a nation are too proud to admit we have a HUGE problem – we could fix this problem tomorrow if we all went down to our local farmers market and did our shopping there for once instead of our local Safeway. By choosing convienience over quality and health, we are willingly inviting the imported food we complain about into our country and we still aren’t satisfied because it doesn’t look “nice”.
Our children are the first ever generation that will no surpass us because of this ‘obsession’ with eating unhealthy food and the need for convience. Yes you read correctly, your children probably wont live longer than you and some unfortunate parents will watch their children eat themselves to death.
So when are we going to do something about it?
Racist – its a term that is thrown around just as lightly as ‘stupid’, ‘retard’ and ‘faggot’.
Its an issue all over the world… Well so it seems, the fact is that I see people throwing these terms around. I see people ‘fighting for freedom’ even though you can’t fight your way to a free world, you have to just simply stop fighting.
I am passionate about this whole ‘equality’ thing because its just basic.
If you don’t already know, I am a human rights activist for ‘Amnesty International’ by choice. No I didn’t get sucked in by a sales person or by the media. It was completely by choice, and I have already contributed to helping many people around the world when their basic human rights are taken away. As a human rights activist, I wont tell you how to live your life, I won’t tell you how it should be and I won’t tell you what is right and wrong – but I will stand by you if you think your rights as a human are being taken away or used against you.
Take this subject as an example – we have racism, and we have people that use it to their advantage by claiming something is racist – like the original ‘baa baa black sheep’, someone found this racist… So it was changed to baa baa rainbow sheep… Rainbows are what many ‘gay’ or ‘homosexual’ people use as their symbol to let the world know they are proud and gay. But the rainbow sheep now becomes inappropriate because someone else came along and said it was setting a bad example and against human nature.
The only problem I see isn’t a gay and racist sheep – its a community of people that just can’t accept what is.
When we define a free world, we ask for equality. People have their pride march’s which really at the end of the day cause a lot of trouble, sorry to the people that frequent these events, where I am from they just turn into a riot of people beating each other up, and insulting each other for being straight or gay – again the problem here is some people can’t accept that there are some people who don’t accept gays, they aren’t all necessarily religious either. So there is another assumption that its Christians with the problem…
It feels like I am the only person who can see that the problem isn’t the gays, the Islamics, the extremist, the Catholics or the Christians ect… It really just comes down to one thing… People cannot accept what is – because we don’t want too, no matter what.
Some people can’t accept that there might be a god or there might not be.
Some people can’t accept that you can’t pay them the money you owe them, because you have a family to feed, and they come first, because you need to help them become the strongest and smartest person they can be – because one day you won’t be here and they will.
Some people don’t accept that you move on from this world, or that maybe you just decompose in the ground, and your very existence was just to give back to the earth that so willingly housed you for how ever many years you lived.
Some people just don’t accept – at all.
Its like I say… I am not religious, I am open minded, I accept everyone’s own religious beliefs, I accept that there is a universe out there bigger than anyone can imagine and I accept that some people think we are the only ones. I accept the anarchists and the extremist. I accept the Satanists and the religious.
I accept that the world can’t agree on anything, but that’s life and life is filled with questions – it just depends on which answers you choose to listen too.
Happy Easter/chocolate filled/no red meat eating/going against traditional fish eating in spite of religion weekend everyone!
Yes you did read that right, my floor shelf… Because I have a floor shelf. Not a book shelf a floor shelf, that I have since added to and need to pack in boxes (well 1 box).
When I moved here I had the daunting task of deciding what books to take with me and what ones to leave behind and collect later, well when we have our own place again.
Who knew packing books was a hard task, but luckily I will have my full collection back – as soon as I get a book shelf. So packing my books and she’s was easy this time, they all just fit in one box.
I felt like this post should be a sharing post about why I have surtain books :p
Lets start with this one, its an autobiography written my Martha Long. I haven’t read it just yet, but I did buy it because I was drawn to the initial idea that someone had it harder than I did and still came out on top – books like these draw me in, we are all interested in other people’s lives and an autobiography is the best way to read about someone’s life.
I am a few chapters into this book, so far so good. Its hard to read something written by such an amazing author who is stuck with the label “The author of the harry porter series” it isn’t really a bad thing, but it does sort of set the standard if you know what I mean. I am hoping this book is just as amazing, in its own non harry potter way.
This is by far one of my favorite books, no matter what anyone says. I absolutely love this book and I can and do read it over and over again, plus I have also watched the movie. This book and the Scott westerfeild series ‘The midnighters’ will always be my favorites until I die…
This book in particular was such a help to me, I insit you all go out and buy it and read it :p
And mums you should read this one.
Ahhh William, your work is so… Just right there in that book
These books are really helpful – yes is you haven’t already noticed or learnt, I am a sucker for self help books, because there should always be room for improvement in everyone’s life. No matter what form you seek it in.
This is a cute little book filled with many different, interesting and crazy ways to show affection to loved ones.
Just a few cool photos from the books, oh my wouldn’t you love your washing machine to be filled with flowers like that?
This book helped me to be less afraid of things that were out of my control, and also to understand what real courage is and where fear comes from. I once herd a line in a movie (oh no here comes a cheesy movie quote) “Real courage isn’t knowing when to end someone’s life, its knowing when not too”
I recently bought this and haven’t read it yet alone with these two books.
I specifically bought withuring heights because a lot of people don’t like it… And its like they say, you can’t judge a book by its cover (although sometimes I buy books because I like the cover)
I need the other books (there are many) in this series, if you know Anne rices’ writings, which you might be familiar with her if you have seen “Interview with a vampire” and “Queen of the damed.”
I am a few chapters into this book, its by brother in laws book I’m pretty sure, he lent it to his mum and she said I could read it – thankfully I am not one of those book thiefs and it will safely return to hos bookshelf, or hers – who ever wants it first :p
I have yet to read this book – so I guess um ‘Review pending’
This book recently entered my collection, as you all know I am studying to eventually make it to the top and obtain my PH.D. in neuroscience, but it means that I have to go right back to the beginning and learn everything again from chem to biology and so on and so fourth. Thing is, people get the wrong idea when they meet someoen who didn’t finish school… Lets just clear something up if you don’t already know. I did not finish school due to being severely bullied… I am actually (well used to be once upon a time) a grade A+ student… Oh yes the girl is a smart one… Hard to believe right, ok… Stop joking around now.
Do this is a book I have read before, and I will read it again to re-cap anything I have missed. It used to be my mothers. I find even if the information you learn is old and outdated, and may be disproven now, it is still really important when in the science field that you know what used to be, what isn’t and what is now until proven otherwise.
Yes… A book about improving your vocabulary and using ‘big words’, why did I buy this book? Well going back to your life have room for improvement, this is one those books for improving your life… Well your vocabulary – problem is, I knew most of the words in this book, I just chose not to use them because I don’t want to sound up myself and better than by using these words… Besides everyone here thinks I am weird, have an accent and I grew up with my English family…
My DVDS… Yes I love them all, I don’t mind of you don’t… The mummy was the first ‘horror’ I saw and all the others in the series I am a sucker for. I have always been obsessed with Egyptian things, and I used to be a belly dancer (before I had my kids and had c-sections for them both) I will probably return to it after I lose more weight (I am down to 65kgs now). My eldest sons name is also Egyptian.
And this book… ‘Act like a lady, think like a man’. This book seriously helped me ditch male ‘friends’ that were clearly sticking around, waiting for my relationship to crumble… Too bad guys.
This is a book written by a man, about men but its for women – I think all women should get it, because men are sneaky, even when they do love us.
And this is where they were all kept before I packed them in the box, my floor shelf – you were great while I had you, but I need to move on and upgrade now. Its been great!
I remember when I was younger, I could write and write… There was never an ending to my stories. Now that I am older, I don’t have the time to just write and write and write.
For my readers, they are probably thinking ‘but you update your blog alot’ yes that is true, but I take a whole day to write a post, or write when the kids are napping or at night time.
How do we find the time to keep writing though, when life seems so busy? Truth is its not about ‘finding time’ its about choosing how to use your time wisely.
My pages and computers used to be filled with short stories, if only they had of been as valuable to me then as they would have been now. Now my pages are mostly blank, waiting for someone to come along and write something other than study notes on them.
When I say ‘once upon a butterfly’ I think about how a butterfly seems so insignificant to most. Well its just a small creature right? Something that doesn’t live very long, I mean they are pretty I guess…
Like all creatures, organisms, animals, minerals – well basically everything that isn’t a human – the live their life… That’s really all, they aren’t living and striving to impress the world, just one other butterfly, same with any animal. Seriously could you imagine animals trying to impress other species? It would look a bit like this.
My point is, it doesn’t matter if I write once a day, once a month or once a year. I still impress my partner every time and that’s my goal.
Once upon a butterfly, life was simple, they were in love and life was blissful.