Okay, it is high time I said 'hasta la vista' to the Northern Irish boys. That's it. I'm just so done with all the unnecessary drama and the pain it inflicts on me. I've been dealing with this like a masochist just allowing myself to be hurt over and over again. So that's it. Done; finito. The numbers are deleted from my phone and even though they've texted and phoned me, I've not responded. DONE DONE DONE. You both have girlfriends, so leave me alone. Take all of me, or have none of me. I'm sick of giving only the bits you need at that given time. I deserve better, I deserve normalcy. I deserve goodness and I deserve kindness. I never made any high demands of you. I never judged you based on money, looks, idiosyncracies, ex-girlfriends or personal hang-ups. All I wanted is for you to be with me.
Jason, I opened myself up to you when I was scared to open myself up to anyone. You changed your mind, and I accepted it and moved on.
Ronan, I was honest to you about what happened with Jason and up front about my 'baggage'. I fell in love with you hard and fast and was more devastated than you know when we broke up after spending the night together with your baby. Then both of you kept changing your minds and leading me in different directions before changing your mind back again.
I never stopped loving either one of you and that is why I can not do this anymore. I can't be your friend. I can't be your acquaintance. I care too much and I fall too easily.
Ronan, when you said that you were still in love with me and wanted me back, despite my deep cynicsm of your mind not changing, I fell, which is why when you rejected me only two days later, it hurt. As I hung up the phone, I shed one tear and I promised myself that would be the last one ever shed because of you.
Jason, when I found out about you and Donna today, I felt like I had been punched in the stomach and stabbed in the chest. I can't deal with that feeling everytime we speak or even one more time at all. To continue to put myself through this would be sheer stupidity and self loathing.
So, goodbye, Northern Irish boys. I think we've had some good times together, and I hope you have fond memories as well. I would even go so far to say that perhaps we learned from each other, and hopefully, you, as well as I, will take something very positive away from our relationship. I was in such a different place (emotionally) when I first arrived in Northern Ireland and you both have brought me to where I am now. You showed me about love when I was dead set against it, you taught me what it was again, and now that I know the joy of love and being loved is precisely why I won't accept less.
Goodbye and all the best.
Love,
Sabrina :-)
Created as a daily update of my time volunteering in Belfast, Northern Ireland with pages from other trips to Ireland and England. Now a journal of my travels through life.
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Sunday, March 28, 2004
Okay, don't know what the hay is going on with my blog but it seems to be posting or not posting at random. Hmm... Anyhow, things here are okay. I have been sick for the last week. Went to A&E to get nebulized (or for my American friends; went to ER for breathing treatments), found out I have anemia and was whisked off my feet and then unceremoniously dumped again by Ronan, all in a week's work! Here are a couple of email thingies I received.
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Men are like .Laxatives ...... They irritate the shit out of you
Men are like ........ Bananas ...... The older they get, the less firm they are.
Men are like ........ Vacations ...... They never seem to be long enough.
Men are like ........ Weather ...... Nothing can be done to change them.
Men are like ....... Blenders ...... You need One, but you're not quite sure why.
Men are like ........ Chocolate Bars ...... Sweet, smooth, & they usually
head right for your hips.
Men are like ........ Commercials ...... You can't believe a word they say.
Men are like ....... Department Stores ...... Their clothes are always 1/2 off.
Men are like ........ Government Bonds ...... They take soooooooo long to
mature.
Men are like ........ Mascara ...... They usually run at the first sign of
emotion.
Men are like ....... Popcorn ........ They satisfy you, but only for a little while.
Men are like ........ Snowstorms ...... You never know when they're coming,
how many inches you'll get or how long it will last.
Men are like . Lava Lamps ...... Fun to look at, but not very bright.
Men are like ........ Parking Spots ........ All the good ones are taken,
the rest are handicapped.
Now send this to all the remarkable women you know, as well as to any
understanding good- natured, fun kinda guys you might be lucky enough to
know !!!!!!!!!!
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Subject: Donkey
One day a farmer's donkey fell into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.
He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement, he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down into the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing!
He would shake off the dirt and take a step up. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take another step up. Pretty soon, everyone was astonished as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt! The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping-stone! We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping - never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up. Remember the five rules for happiness:
1. Free your heart from hatred - forgive.
2. Free your mind from worries - most never happen.
3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
NOW - Enough of that crap.........
The donkey later came back and bit the crap out of the farmer who had tried to bury him. The gash from the bite got infected and the farmer eventually died in agony from septic shock.
MORAL OF THIS STORY............
When you do something wrong and try to cover your ass, it always come back to bite you!
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Men are like .Laxatives ...... They irritate the shit out of you
Men are like ........ Bananas ...... The older they get, the less firm they are.
Men are like ........ Vacations ...... They never seem to be long enough.
Men are like ........ Weather ...... Nothing can be done to change them.
Men are like ....... Blenders ...... You need One, but you're not quite sure why.
Men are like ........ Chocolate Bars ...... Sweet, smooth, & they usually
head right for your hips.
Men are like ........ Commercials ...... You can't believe a word they say.
Men are like ....... Department Stores ...... Their clothes are always 1/2 off.
Men are like ........ Government Bonds ...... They take soooooooo long to
mature.
Men are like ........ Mascara ...... They usually run at the first sign of
emotion.
Men are like ....... Popcorn ........ They satisfy you, but only for a little while.
Men are like ........ Snowstorms ...... You never know when they're coming,
how many inches you'll get or how long it will last.
Men are like . Lava Lamps ...... Fun to look at, but not very bright.
Men are like ........ Parking Spots ........ All the good ones are taken,
the rest are handicapped.
Now send this to all the remarkable women you know, as well as to any
understanding good- natured, fun kinda guys you might be lucky enough to
know !!!!!!!!!!
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Subject: Donkey
One day a farmer's donkey fell into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.
He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement, he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down into the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing!
He would shake off the dirt and take a step up. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take another step up. Pretty soon, everyone was astonished as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt! The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping-stone! We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping - never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up. Remember the five rules for happiness:
1. Free your heart from hatred - forgive.
2. Free your mind from worries - most never happen.
3. Live simply and appreciate what you have.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less.
NOW - Enough of that crap.........
The donkey later came back and bit the crap out of the farmer who had tried to bury him. The gash from the bite got infected and the farmer eventually died in agony from septic shock.
MORAL OF THIS STORY............
When you do something wrong and try to cover your ass, it always come back to bite you!
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Friday, March 19, 2004
Another blow for coke and frankly, makes me feel a bit dumb about buying bottled water. See Brian, Dad was right!
Saturday, March 13, 2004
Jason was here for a visit. He flew in early Friday morning and left this afternoon. It was such a nice time. It was the first day since I've been here that I haven't done any or thought about work at all. He was the same. It was nice to see him again and a very welcome break.
My new roommate, Olka, arrived Thursday night. She took a bus from the Ukraine. It took 36 hours. She seems nice, I just haven't had a lot of time to spend with her because Jason was here. Other people involved with our work hung out with her on Friday and today, though.
Wednesday is St. Patty's Day. We are having an event at our house for the kids to mark this holiday. Pizza and a movie at Sabrina & Olka's. We'll be making and hanging up decorations the day before (with the kids). It'll be a nice way for the young people to get to meet Olka.
A friend of mine will be arriving in London on Monday. She'll be here for nine days for her honeymoon. They are flying into Dublin for the day on Wednesday. I may be meeting up with them for lunch one day if one of their day trips brings them over this way.
Another friend emailed me and said she is getting married this week and that our other friend had a baby boy.
My college boyfriend emailed me and said he is getting engaged next month.
My oldest childhood friend (not in age, but how long I've known her) has emailed me and told me she is expecting her third child.
And then, of course, I'm standing in my high school friend's wedding this fall.
Is it me, or that a whole lot of family business going on?
I guess this is it. That stage of life thing. The starting families bit. I'm a bit shocked at it all coming somewhat at once, but I think that more pertinent emotion is fear that I'll be left out at the end of it all. I keep seeing these older women on the bus, travelling alone. They have a bag with them (as I always do) and given the way they seem to chat to everyone on the bus, I get the impression that they're not married nor have they ever been. Sometimes this has been confirmed by the conversation, but I digress. As kind and as lovely as those women are, I don't want to be one of them. I guess that is one of my biggest fears at the moment. I don't want to grow old alone.
I know I am still young (26) and I have not branded myself a spinster just yet. I just have the fear that that day will come.
My new roommate, Olka, arrived Thursday night. She took a bus from the Ukraine. It took 36 hours. She seems nice, I just haven't had a lot of time to spend with her because Jason was here. Other people involved with our work hung out with her on Friday and today, though.
Wednesday is St. Patty's Day. We are having an event at our house for the kids to mark this holiday. Pizza and a movie at Sabrina & Olka's. We'll be making and hanging up decorations the day before (with the kids). It'll be a nice way for the young people to get to meet Olka.
A friend of mine will be arriving in London on Monday. She'll be here for nine days for her honeymoon. They are flying into Dublin for the day on Wednesday. I may be meeting up with them for lunch one day if one of their day trips brings them over this way.
Another friend emailed me and said she is getting married this week and that our other friend had a baby boy.
My college boyfriend emailed me and said he is getting engaged next month.
My oldest childhood friend (not in age, but how long I've known her) has emailed me and told me she is expecting her third child.
And then, of course, I'm standing in my high school friend's wedding this fall.
Is it me, or that a whole lot of family business going on?
I guess this is it. That stage of life thing. The starting families bit. I'm a bit shocked at it all coming somewhat at once, but I think that more pertinent emotion is fear that I'll be left out at the end of it all. I keep seeing these older women on the bus, travelling alone. They have a bag with them (as I always do) and given the way they seem to chat to everyone on the bus, I get the impression that they're not married nor have they ever been. Sometimes this has been confirmed by the conversation, but I digress. As kind and as lovely as those women are, I don't want to be one of them. I guess that is one of my biggest fears at the moment. I don't want to grow old alone.
I know I am still young (26) and I have not branded myself a spinster just yet. I just have the fear that that day will come.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
I just read about that hockey incident... that is horrible. Saying that seems a bit weird though, with the events in Madrid today, though. However, it just seems so uncalled for. This is from CNN.com
"Bertuzzi slugged Moore in the side of the head late in Monday night's 9-2 victory by the Avalanche. He hit Moore from behind and drove his head into the ice. Moore landed face-first -- with the 245-pound Bertuzzi on top of him -- and lay in a pool of blood for several minutes before he was removed on a stretcher."
Whoa. And kids watch this. I don't know, it just disturbs me. You can read the whole story on
Sports Illustrated/CNN.com
The injured party, though he has a broken neck, is expected to recover.
I visited the office of the Alternatives to Violence project here in Manchester. I am hoping to go on their training and might possibly arrange training for on site here at the housing estate. Just thinking of Madrid, the hockey incident, Belfast, what goes on on this estate and everything, it is all linked to violence. It is all violence. The source of this violence seems to come from thinking that someone is going to take something that is yours. It comes from this feeling within...a lack of reciprocity almost... I know I don't have the answers, but I'll be damned if I'm just going to accept it as is.
"Bertuzzi slugged Moore in the side of the head late in Monday night's 9-2 victory by the Avalanche. He hit Moore from behind and drove his head into the ice. Moore landed face-first -- with the 245-pound Bertuzzi on top of him -- and lay in a pool of blood for several minutes before he was removed on a stretcher."
Whoa. And kids watch this. I don't know, it just disturbs me. You can read the whole story on
Sports Illustrated/CNN.com
The injured party, though he has a broken neck, is expected to recover.
I visited the office of the Alternatives to Violence project here in Manchester. I am hoping to go on their training and might possibly arrange training for on site here at the housing estate. Just thinking of Madrid, the hockey incident, Belfast, what goes on on this estate and everything, it is all linked to violence. It is all violence. The source of this violence seems to come from thinking that someone is going to take something that is yours. It comes from this feeling within...a lack of reciprocity almost... I know I don't have the answers, but I'll be damned if I'm just going to accept it as is.
Another email thingee....
The Cookie Thief
The woman arrived
At an airport one night
With several long hours
Before her flight.
She hunted for a book
In the airport shop,
Bought a bag of cookies
And found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book
But happened to see,
That the man sitting beside her,
As bold as could be,
Grabbed a cookie or two
From the bag in between,
Which she tried to ignore
To avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies
And watched the clock,
As the gutsy cookie thief
Diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated
As the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, "If I wasn't so nice,
I would blacken his eye."
With each cookie she took,
He took one too,
When only one was left,
She wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face,
And a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie
And broke it in half.
He offered her half,
As he ate the other,
She snatched it from him
And thought ... ooh, brother!
This guy has some nerve
And he's also rude,
Why he didn't even show
Any gratitude!
She had never known
When she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief
When her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings
And headed to the gate,
Refusing to look back
At the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane,
And sank in her seat,
Then she sought her book,
Which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage,
She gasped with surprise,
There was her bag of cookies,
In front of her eyes.
If mine are here,
She moaned in despair,
The others were his,
And he tried to share.
Too late to apologize,
She realized with grief,
That she was the rude one,
The ingrate, the thief!
How many times have we absolutely known that
something was a certain way, only to discover later
that what we believed to be true ... was not?
Keep an open mind and an open heart,
because you just never know ...
You might be eating someone else's cookies
The Cookie Thief
The woman arrived
At an airport one night
With several long hours
Before her flight.
She hunted for a book
In the airport shop,
Bought a bag of cookies
And found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book
But happened to see,
That the man sitting beside her,
As bold as could be,
Grabbed a cookie or two
From the bag in between,
Which she tried to ignore
To avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies
And watched the clock,
As the gutsy cookie thief
Diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated
As the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, "If I wasn't so nice,
I would blacken his eye."
With each cookie she took,
He took one too,
When only one was left,
She wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face,
And a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie
And broke it in half.
He offered her half,
As he ate the other,
She snatched it from him
And thought ... ooh, brother!
This guy has some nerve
And he's also rude,
Why he didn't even show
Any gratitude!
She had never known
When she had been so galled,
And sighed with relief
When her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings
And headed to the gate,
Refusing to look back
At the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane,
And sank in her seat,
Then she sought her book,
Which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage,
She gasped with surprise,
There was her bag of cookies,
In front of her eyes.
If mine are here,
She moaned in despair,
The others were his,
And he tried to share.
Too late to apologize,
She realized with grief,
That she was the rude one,
The ingrate, the thief!
How many times have we absolutely known that
something was a certain way, only to discover later
that what we believed to be true ... was not?
Keep an open mind and an open heart,
because you just never know ...
You might be eating someone else's cookies
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
Today the kids got to me. I am usually really calm and never get upset. I didn't lose my cool, but I just told them that it was their choice whether or not they were here and if they didn't want to participate, no one was keeping them there. At that point, three of them left, which still left about seven kids. I just don't know how to get the right number of kids. One week there's fifteen, the next there's two. I can't properly plan. Even when I plan for other possible scenarios, it just doesn't seem to work. The problem with today was that it started off slow, with only two kids there, so I kind of set up the project to work best that way then all of the sudden ten more come to the door in quick succession. I was able to split into three groups and then do a large group activity outside, but b/c I didn't have the latecomers' attention from the beginning, it all just went haywire. The volunteer I had with me didn't help matters. He's been the chairperson of this for years and he doesn't even know many of the names of the children. I don't know, I'm just annoyed, and not at the kids, b/c they are just being kids. I'm annoyed with myself for not planning properly, I'm annoyed at the lack of training and I'm annoyed at the lack of support. My co-volunteer is set to be here in a couple of days, so hopefully that will help matters. I guess I am just going to have to plan every day as if fifteen will turn up and go from there. It helps to have more than one other adult here as well. There's a committee meeting tomorrow night and I suppose I can bring this up there. That's another thing, the week I had four adult volunteers, only one child showed up! Oh well. I'd rather be overprepared, though...
Saturday, March 06, 2004
Saturday, March 06, 2004
Sorry about the duplicate posts below. Needless to say, I was having a bit of difficulty with my blog at the time!
So much has been going on lately and so much is happening in the next few weeks as well. My brain can't seem to stop thinking about it all which is why I am here in the office on a Saturday night. Sometimes the only way to get my brain to stop is to do the things it is thinking about. I did a bit of work and now for some 'me' time.
I met a new friend this week. Sue had given me his email address b/c he works with the Young Quakers. Young being 18 - 35. Anyhow, his name is Hugo and we met up on Thursday. I was late, as usual, but was 6 minutes shy of being a full half hour late. What can I say, I'm not the most punctual person as it is, and I got ridiculously lost. Somehow I know point A and I know point B but I don't know how to get from one to the other. It's a bit annoying.
We went to Starbuck's where I had the dangerously addictive mocha frappuccino, but, surprisingly, was able to pace myself with it. Way to go, me! We talked for a couple of hours then he walked me to my bus stop (I probably would've got lost if he didn't!) and even waited over a half an hour with me until my bus turned up. So now I have a friend! Yippee!
The researcher for my company, Jude, has also become more of a friend lately. She is about my age and we are at about the same stage of life (she's doing her PhD) and we have a good laugh. Now that we know mutual people, we can even gossip! Woohoo! See, you can't do that with your boss, no matter how nice they are!
The finale of Back to Reality was last night. I was glued to the television and even voted for the first time! There were three people left and they had a vote for third place. So whoever got the least amount of votes left. I voted for both Maureen and James. My votes went along with everyone else's b/c Craig was the third place person. They then open the lines again and you vote for the winner. I couldn't bear to vote for that one b/c I couldn't decide between Maureen and James! In the end, James won and everyone had a good time. I was a bit lost tonight, when I realized that it would be on telly at 8:00 p.m. and began to wonder what I will do my evenings now! Good thing I made a couple of friends!
Jason is coming to visit me this coming weekend. He is flying in from Belfast on Friday morning. I'm starting to get really excited. I talk to him all the time now and I don't feel like we're even living in different countries. Alas, we are, so I will have to soak up all the Jason I can handle this weekend...
Sorry about the duplicate posts below. Needless to say, I was having a bit of difficulty with my blog at the time!
So much has been going on lately and so much is happening in the next few weeks as well. My brain can't seem to stop thinking about it all which is why I am here in the office on a Saturday night. Sometimes the only way to get my brain to stop is to do the things it is thinking about. I did a bit of work and now for some 'me' time.
I met a new friend this week. Sue had given me his email address b/c he works with the Young Quakers. Young being 18 - 35. Anyhow, his name is Hugo and we met up on Thursday. I was late, as usual, but was 6 minutes shy of being a full half hour late. What can I say, I'm not the most punctual person as it is, and I got ridiculously lost. Somehow I know point A and I know point B but I don't know how to get from one to the other. It's a bit annoying.
We went to Starbuck's where I had the dangerously addictive mocha frappuccino, but, surprisingly, was able to pace myself with it. Way to go, me! We talked for a couple of hours then he walked me to my bus stop (I probably would've got lost if he didn't!) and even waited over a half an hour with me until my bus turned up. So now I have a friend! Yippee!
The researcher for my company, Jude, has also become more of a friend lately. She is about my age and we are at about the same stage of life (she's doing her PhD) and we have a good laugh. Now that we know mutual people, we can even gossip! Woohoo! See, you can't do that with your boss, no matter how nice they are!
The finale of Back to Reality was last night. I was glued to the television and even voted for the first time! There were three people left and they had a vote for third place. So whoever got the least amount of votes left. I voted for both Maureen and James. My votes went along with everyone else's b/c Craig was the third place person. They then open the lines again and you vote for the winner. I couldn't bear to vote for that one b/c I couldn't decide between Maureen and James! In the end, James won and everyone had a good time. I was a bit lost tonight, when I realized that it would be on telly at 8:00 p.m. and began to wonder what I will do my evenings now! Good thing I made a couple of friends!
Jason is coming to visit me this coming weekend. He is flying in from Belfast on Friday morning. I'm starting to get really excited. I talk to him all the time now and I don't feel like we're even living in different countries. Alas, we are, so I will have to soak up all the Jason I can handle this weekend...
Saturday, March 06, 2004
Sorry about the duplicate posts below. Needless to say, I was having a bit of difficulty with my blog at the time!
So much has been going on lately and so much is happening in the next few weeks as well. My brain can't seem to stop thinking about it all which is why I am here in the office on a Saturday night. Sometimes the only way to get my brain to stop is to do the things it is thinking about. I did a bit of work and now for some 'me' time.
I met a new friend this week. Sue had given me his email address b/c he works with the Young Quakers. Young being 18 - 35. Anyhow, his name is Hugo and we met up on Thursday. I was late, as usual, but was 6 minutes shy of being a full half hour late. What can I say, I'm not the most punctual person as it is, and I got ridiculously lost. Somehow I know point A and I know point B but I don't know how to get from one to the other. It's a bit annoying.
We went to Starbuck's where I had the dangerously addictive mocha frappuccino, but, surprisingly, was able to pace myself with it. Way to go, me! We talked for a couple of hours then he walked me to my bus stop (I probably would've got lost if he didn't!) and even waited over a half an hour with me until my bus turned up. So now I have a friend! Yippee!
The researcher for my company, Jude, has also become more of a friend lately. She is about my age and we are at about the same stage of life (she's doing her PhD) and we have a good laugh. Now that we know mutual people, we can even gossip! Woohoo! See, you can't do that with your boss, no matter how nice they are!
The finale of Back to Reality was last night. I was glued to the television and even voted for the first time! There were three people left and they had a vote for third place. So whoever got the least amount of votes left. I voted for both Maureen and James. My votes went along with everyone else's b/c Craig was the third place person. They then open the lines again and you vote for the winner. I couldn't bear to vote for that one b/c I couldn't decide between Maureen and James! In the end, James won and everyone had a good time. I was a bit lost tonight, when I realized that it would be on telly at 8:00 p.m. and began to wonder what I will do my evenings now! Good thing I made a couple of friends!
Jason is coming to visit me this coming weekend. He is flying in from Belfast on Friday morning. I'm starting to get really excited. I talk to him all the time now and I don't feel like we're even living in different countries. Alas, we are, so I will have to soak up all the Jason I can handle this weekend...
Sorry about the duplicate posts below. Needless to say, I was having a bit of difficulty with my blog at the time!
So much has been going on lately and so much is happening in the next few weeks as well. My brain can't seem to stop thinking about it all which is why I am here in the office on a Saturday night. Sometimes the only way to get my brain to stop is to do the things it is thinking about. I did a bit of work and now for some 'me' time.
I met a new friend this week. Sue had given me his email address b/c he works with the Young Quakers. Young being 18 - 35. Anyhow, his name is Hugo and we met up on Thursday. I was late, as usual, but was 6 minutes shy of being a full half hour late. What can I say, I'm not the most punctual person as it is, and I got ridiculously lost. Somehow I know point A and I know point B but I don't know how to get from one to the other. It's a bit annoying.
We went to Starbuck's where I had the dangerously addictive mocha frappuccino, but, surprisingly, was able to pace myself with it. Way to go, me! We talked for a couple of hours then he walked me to my bus stop (I probably would've got lost if he didn't!) and even waited over a half an hour with me until my bus turned up. So now I have a friend! Yippee!
The researcher for my company, Jude, has also become more of a friend lately. She is about my age and we are at about the same stage of life (she's doing her PhD) and we have a good laugh. Now that we know mutual people, we can even gossip! Woohoo! See, you can't do that with your boss, no matter how nice they are!
The finale of Back to Reality was last night. I was glued to the television and even voted for the first time! There were three people left and they had a vote for third place. So whoever got the least amount of votes left. I voted for both Maureen and James. My votes went along with everyone else's b/c Craig was the third place person. They then open the lines again and you vote for the winner. I couldn't bear to vote for that one b/c I couldn't decide between Maureen and James! In the end, James won and everyone had a good time. I was a bit lost tonight, when I realized that it would be on telly at 8:00 p.m. and began to wonder what I will do my evenings now! Good thing I made a couple of friends!
Jason is coming to visit me this coming weekend. He is flying in from Belfast on Friday morning. I'm starting to get really excited. I talk to him all the time now and I don't feel like we're even living in different countries. Alas, we are, so I will have to soak up all the Jason I can handle this weekend...
Sorry about the duplicate posts below. Needless to say, I was having a bit of difficulty with my blog at the time!
So much has been going on lately and so much is happening in the next few weeks as well. My brain can't seem to stop thinking about it all which is why I am here in the office on a Saturday night. Sometimes the only way to get my brain to stop is to do the things it is thinking about. I did a bit of work and now for some 'me' time.
I met a new friend this week. Sue had given me his email address b/c he works with the Young Quakers. Young being 18 - 35. Anyhow, his name is Hugo and we met up on Thursday. I was late, as usual, but was 6 minutes shy of being a full half hour late. What can I say, I'm not the most punctual person as it is, and I got ridiculously lost. Somehow I know point A and I know point B but I don't know how to get from one to the other. It's a bit annoying.
We went to Starbuck's where I had the dangerously addictive mocha frappuccino, but, surprisingly, was able to pace myself with it. Way to go, me! We talked for a couple of hours then he walked me to my bus stop (I probably would've got lost if he didn't!) and even waited over a half an hour with me until my bus turned up. So now I have a friend! Yippee!
The researcher for my company, Jude, has also become more of a friend lately. She is about my age and we are at about the same stage of life (she's doing her PhD) and we have a good laugh. Now that we know mutual people, we can even gossip! Woohoo! See, you can't do that with your boss, no matter how nice they are!
The finale of Back to Reality was last night. I was glued to the television and even voted for the first time! There were three people left and they had a vote for third place. So whoever got the least amount of votes left. I voted for both Maureen and James. My votes went along with everyone else's b/c Craig was the third place person. They then open the lines again and you vote for the winner. I couldn't bear to vote for that one b/c I couldn't decide between Maureen and James! In the end, James won and everyone had a good time. I was a bit lost tonight, when I realized that it would be on telly at 8:00 p.m. and began to wonder what I will do my evenings now! Good thing I made a couple of friends!
Jason is coming to visit me this coming weekend. He is flying in from Belfast on Friday morning. I'm starting to get really excited. I talk to him all the time now and I don't feel like we're even living in different countries. Alas, we are, so I will have to soak up all the Jason I can handle this weekend...
So much has been going on lately and so much is happening in the next few weeks as well. My brain can't seem to stop thinking about it all which is why I am here in the office on a Saturday night. Sometimes the only way to get my brain to stop is to do the things it is thinking about. I did a bit of work and now for some 'me' time.
I met a new friend this week. Sue had given me his email address b/c he works with the Young Quakers. Young being 18 - 35. Anyhow, his name is Hugo and we met up on Thursday. I was late, as usual, but was 6 minutes shy of being a full half hour late. What can I say, I'm not the most punctual person as it is, and I got ridiculously lost. Somehow I know point A and I know point B but I don't know how to get from one to the other. It's a bit annoying.
We went to Starbuck's where I had the dangerously addictive mocha frappuccino, but, surprisingly, was able to pace myself with it. Way to go, me! We talked for a couple of hours then he walked me to my bus stop (I probably would've got lost if he didn't!) and even waited over a half an hour with me until my bus turned up. So now I have a friend! Yippee!
The researcher for my company, Jude, has also become more of a friend lately. She is about my age and we are at about the same stage of life (she's doing her PhD) and we have a good laugh. Now that we know mutual people, we can even gossip! Woohoo! See, you can't do that with your boss, no matter how nice they are!
The finale of Back to Reality was last night. I was glued to the television and even voted for the first time! There were three people left and they had a vote for third place. So whoever got the least amount of votes left. I voted for both Maureen and James. My votes went along with everyone else's b/c Craig was the third place person. They then open the lines again and you vote for the winner. I couldn't bear to vote for that one b/c I couldn't decide between Maureen and James! In the end, James won and everyone had a good time. I was a bit lost tonight, when I realized that it would be on telly at 8:00 p.m. and began to wonder what I will do my evenings now! Good thing I made a couple of friends!
Jason is coming to visit me this coming weekend. He is flying in from Belfast on Friday morning. I'm starting to get really excited. I talk to him all the time now and I don't feel like we're even living in different countries. Alas, we are, so I will have to soak up all the Jason I can handle this weekend...
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