Thirty Days of Blog

Eternally Curious, Alida, Jenty, Caz, Sally and Gina are using this idea on their blogs and as scarce as I’ve been of late, this is ideal blog fodder!

 

30days

The idea is that over 30 days you stick to a list of blog topics. Topics designed to get you thinking about who you are and where you’re at. A bit of blessing counting, if you will. Mine will be posted from Monday to Friday, I won’t be posting on weekends. Perhaps thats a little bit of cheating, but I haven’t blogged on a weekend for a loooong time.

Here it is:
Day 01
? Something you hate about yourself
Day 02
? Something you love about yourself
Day 03
? Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 04
? Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 05
? Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 06
? Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 07
? Someone who has made your life worth living.
Day 08
? Someone who made your life hell, or treated you badly.
Day 09
? Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10
? Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11
? Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12
? Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13
? A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)
Day 14
? A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15
? Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16
? Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17
? A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18
? Your views on gay marriage.
Day 19
? What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20
? Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21
? (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22
? Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23
? Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24
? Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25
? The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26
? Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27
? What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 28
? What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29
? Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Day 30
? A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself

Spear’d!!

How cool is this!

Hard Spear gave me a blog award!!

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Thank you Spear, its really sweet of you.

Thank you for blogging and sharing your life as an adult ADHDer. Your blog regularly gives me insight into how my darling knucklehead’s brain functions.

My Boy Is Employed!

Thank you Lord Jesus, for blessing me with my Glugster, and for blessing my knucklehead with such an incredible stepfather.

 

For the longest time, I have been hoping and praying that Damien would find employment of some kind. Any kind. Something that can make him feel like he’s useful and make him feel like he has a purpose and a reason to get out of bed, apart from his PS2 calling his name.

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His biological father and his stepmom have been looking, my folks have been looking, I’ve been looking… but with his not having finished school and being white, it’s far from easy.

So my darling husband, along with his partners, made a plan for the knucklehead to be employed by them. His stepdad is not his boss, which I’m really glad about, and he is working his tail off!!

 

He has impressed his employers so far, and I hope that will continue, but I am ecstatic that he has somewhere to go to every day, the chance to make some new friends. He was getting a bit lonely at home every day with only his mother for company.

He’s doing physical manual labour, and it wears him out good and proper lemme tell you! He’s also getting paid weekly, which for an ADHDer is awesome because it’s very nearly instant gratification.

Our arrangement now is that he will pay his board and lodging weekly, with a little extra one week of the month for me to buy him his deodorant and shampoo and such (else I know he’ll forget and then he’ll be a smelly employee) :P.

We’re also going to go to the bank one Saturday morning and open one of those fixed deposit savings accounts that you can’t touch without proper notice, and he will put away R50 a week. It doesn’t sound like a lot, but it’s R200 a month and in a few months he will have saved a nice little sum.

 

I am ecstatic that he’s working, and I’m working hard to control my neurotic paranoia that he’s going to fork it up for himself and for my Glugs.

I’m Miserable With Flu

… and I’m feeling sorry for myself, and instead of sleeping off a Med-Lemon, I’m moping.

Feel free to jump to another blog instead of reading this codeine induced drivel.

I wish I was a writer. I fancied myself one once. My teachers thought I could be one when I was in high school. I realised later, that I may have been one of the better essay writers in my class, I’m not a writer. But I am a blogger, so I get to pretend sometimes. 😉

I wish I was a photographer. I had the idea that I could do it professionally, long ago. But I’m not. I’m a happy snapper with a fantastic camera that my darling husband gave to me because he knows I like to pretend.

I’m always a little jealous of the writers and photographers I know and admire.

Ppfffft…

I have a few things that I NEED to blog about, but I can’t because I don’t have the privacy or anonymity I need in order to do so… and because I don’t usually use language on my blog like the language I have bouncing around in my mental blog post drafts.

I will update with a proper blog post, but for now I’m going to go and wallow a little more.

I Miss My BBF…

I miss her something awful.

This is a pity-party-post and I’m probably PMSing, but I am curious too.

You see, its kak not having my best friend around the corner to pop in for coffee.

Its kak not having her need me to have coffee with her coz she needs some time for just her.

Its kak not being able to help with the boys’  birthday cakes- not that she ever needed help in the kitchen mind you 🙂

Its kak not having her close enough to meet when I need to talk about something. Anything. Nothing.

Its kak not having her near me. Its kak not having my best friend here.

We talk on the phone most Sundays, and I love speaking to her, but its not the same. I miss long nights with too much wine. I miss our history. I miss singing ABBA duets at karaoke nights because we both love it. I miss the two of us going gallivanting together and leaving our boys with her hubby!

I read blog posts where people I know talk about how their best friends have helped them through some or other crappy or stressful situation… and  a part of me sulks because I don’t get asked for help, and another part of me is heart sore that I don’t have someone to ask.

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How do you reach that point with someone new? When your bestest best friend of twenty odd years has moved far far away to make a better life for herself and her family, how do you make someone new your best-friend-to-have-coffee-with? How do you get to the point where you can start building a history with someone else, without feeling like you’re betraying your BBF? I mean, Gen (aka NMOTB) will always be my BBF, my BBBBFF. History like ours is rare and no-one will ever replace her… but how do you make someone new your go-to-girl when you haven’t grown into it like she and I did over 28 years? Is there a formal discussion, some kind of verbal agreement? After all, when you start dating a guy you eventually have to have the discussion that you are going to be exclusive, is it the same with a girl friend?

*I’m probably using this wrong 😛