So, for some fun whilst I listen to some Christmas music, here is my list of Christmassy things in Christmas. (Not in any particular order which also sums up the state of my brain.
- The Polar Express
- Christmas Adverts on TV
- Christmas songs on the radio
- Walking into shops with Christmas music playing
- Going into the city in mid December
- Friends getting in the mood
- Most Christmas (even the not so cheery “Fairytale of New York” )
- Christmas songs in choir
- School Christmas Concerts
- Home Alone 1 & 2
- Snow (fresh and blankety)
- Starbucks in the city
- Advent calendars
- Bing Crosby
- The last week of school
- Christmas decorations
- Driving by decorated houses
- Being wrapped up warm
- Watching videos / reading about how other people around the world celebrate Christmas
- Playing Christmas songs on piano
- Christmas shopping
- Christmas gift wrapping
- Giving and receiving Christmas cards
- Blogging in a Christmassy mood
- Uniquely decorating my room
- LIGHTS! LOTS OF LIGHTS!
- Hot chocolate
- Heavy jackets
- Being with family
- Thinking of past Christmases
- Social Media
- The school Christmas Dance
- Social Dancing
- Christmas dinner at school
- Toy shops
- Christmas-asized shops
- Department stores
- Shopping centres
- When my mum buys in all the Christmas dinner supplies and extras
- Most Christmas films
- Other people Christmas shopping
- Ice rinks
- Websites / blogs which have changed to a Christmas theme
- Talking to others about Christmas
- Hot water bottles
- Christmas clear outs of the home and bedroom
- The internet
- Christmas specials (TV)
- Helping others
- Log fires
- Warm houses
- Christmas stories
- Gifts under the Christmas tree
- My mum’s little model Christmas village
- The classic Christmas songs
- Church organs
- Christmas fairs
- Jingle bells
- Being stress free
- Christmas Catalogues
- Shopping Channels (only at Christmas)
- Biscuits (preferably in tins)
- Nativity Scenes
- Christmas Humour
- A tidy and decorated room
- Heat indoors, cold outdoors
- Christmassy Paintings/ Artwork
- The Town Centre
I think we can all safely say that we are well in to Autumn. I mean look around you (assuming you are somewhere on the earth where it is Autumn at the moment)! Actually, I guess we could say it is winter now since we turned the clocks back only last night…
Bye for now!
At the moment, it is just near the middle of my summer holidays. To my regret, I have not taken one photo so far. It has either been too rainy and horrible weather outside to go out or I’ve had to be doing something else. No photos have been taken at all.
If you are a regular reader here, then you will know that I used to post at lease one or two photos a day. You may also be starting to wonder why on earth I haven’t been posting any in a while. Well, my excuse is as above.
So, today in all my moping around, I decided to do something about it. Although not too bad a day, weather wise, I was unable to go outside as my parents were too busy to drive anywhere, and I wouldn’t dare take my camera into the streets near me, alone. That’s one heck of a recipe for disaster.
After a little longer of moping, I decided to get off of my backside and use what was around me. Surely, there must be a few interesting things to photograph around and about the house? I was in luck.
I never thought I would get so many interesting and unusual pictures, but I guess nothing is impossible!
So, here are just some of the edited photos from today. I’ve uploaded them all in this blog post instead of one a day, just to kind of say sorry for not following my old schedule. So here you go, and sorry.
‘A Mug’s Jungle’. If you were a tiny being walking beside this mug tree, which I did make myself in my second year of high school, you would almost think you were in a mighty jungle of mugs. Wouldn’t you? Why else would it be called a mug tree?
‘A New Planet’. Looks like a planet doesn’t it? One which has never been discovered before until now? Well, silly you, it’s only a lump of de-frosting bacon for dinner.
‘I’m a Rusty Teapot’. This is quite an old teapot. We have never really used it, and yet it lays on the worktop, scratched, rusted and almost of no use to us now. Rest in peace, teapot.
‘No Man’s Land’. A chess board. A few fancy effects added. With the gap in the board, where no piece dares to go, you can’t help but call it no man’s land.
‘Stationary Stationary’. You can’t help but think (or at least I can’t help but think) that stationary never moves. Is that’s why it is called stationary? Because it is always stationary? Answer that one, Mr Einstein!
Ah well, that’s all I have for now!
Until the next time,
I have just came home after two night stay in an institute which may possibly have changed my life, or at least my views on life.
The conference was held by “The Society of Saint Vincent De Paul” (Or just SSVP) and was aimed at us young folk who could be doing more to help the people most in need in our communities.
That’s basically what the Saint Vincent De Paul Society do, they do their best to make everyone feel wanted especially those who don’t have the chance to live life the fortunate way most of us do.
Over the course of the two days, we attended several seminars being taught about a wide variety of issues related to the work of the Society of Saint Vincent De Paul. There were also a few fun seminars using team building and using our own skills and talents.
But it was some of the things I heard, seen and learnt that really changed my views on my opinion and attitude towards life…
One of the most powerful teachings I listened to was about poverty. We all know what it is, or do we? Like the activities we were doing, think to yourself, what is poverty? Someone who can barely afford to live and doesn’t really get a chance to live? Or “a seventeen year old who cannot afford to go the disco…”? There’s no right answer because the only true answer is what you truly think. The seminar on poverty wasn’t very depressing however, as there was a light at the end of the tunnel. We can make a difference to the people living in poverty by just simply helping out the best we can in our community, letting them know that they should never, ever give up and to let them know that there is someone there for them. As well as this, we can spread this message of the way we can changed poverty as a young generation. Maybe, just maybe, we’ll be alive to see a world without poverty, IF we try our best and get off our backsides and do something.I was proud of the slogan thing I suggested for my group’s poster in the activity we were doing based on poverty. It read something like “You’re only learning about it now, but you could go through it yourself one day. So get up, and do something about poverty, to make your future bright”. I’ve never liked boasting, but I honestly did love that little phrase and I thought it was so true. So, if you’re young, middle-aged, or even old, do exactly that. Get off YOUR backside and make YOUR future bright as well as helping OTHERS in the hope that they will never have to experience living in poverty.
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Not all of the workshops or seminars were all about helping your community and learning about issues in the modern world. No. There were the occasional fun challenges or exercises that were just the best things ever, and really made us all think…
One of the exercises was all about listening. We don’t realise how important it is to listen, and even more importantly, to show that we are listening. The first exercise was simply just to talk to a partner about a favourite song, singer, band or musician. Simple. Then, after appointing each partner number one or two, number ones had to go out of the room and await instructions. I was number two. We were told that whatever number one was saying, we were to talk over them, and were instructed not to let them finish a sentence. I was ready, but first I had to talk to my partner about a favourite TV program, film or website just like the other number twos. I began… “Well I like a lot of TV programs, but I don’t really like any in par..tic…u…lar?” My partner wasn’t interested. He was staring out of the window and sighing and yawning and acted as if I had turned invisible. My minute was up. Time for me to do my work. I honestly couldn’t bring myself to do this though because before this exercise my partner had been really good to me and I to him but I had to do it. A little voice just starting to say… “Well, I kinda like a few progra…” And I got to work straight away. “WOW! LOOK AT THE COLOUR OF THIS CARPET, IT’S AMAZING, ISN’T IT!” He looks confused and almost angry and yet seeing right through me, and what I was trying to do. His minute was up…
Luckily, the whole thing was explained to is. The number ones had been told to completely ignore what number two was saying, and to show no interest whatsoever in what we were saying. And yes, there is a reason for all this. It proved that no one feels comfortable talking to someone who doesn’t at least try to show some interest. There was no point continuing if the person felt that uncomfortable, knowing that they were as well talk to a wall. So keep this in mind! Always pay attention to whoever is speaking to you, even if you have absolutely no interest in it, what so ever! Just at least make it look as if you are interested, as it will make the speaker more comfortable. So there. Yeah…
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Team building had to be one of my favourite activities. There’s no point telling you all about team building because I’m sure you already know of the importance and logic behind it. But I must tell you about our activity…
I was in a group with people I knew, from school. Good friends, and no better team in the world. This started to fade away a little when we were told our challenge. Using only index cards, scissors, and glue, we had to make a “Tennis Ball Tower”. Basically, as tall a paper tower as possible but still strong enough to hold a tennis ball at the very top, hence the name “Tennis Ball Tower”.
It was… fun. Yes, fun. We tried and tried to think and work together as a group but we all had our own thoughts and we were all over the place, trying to see if our own ideas would work. Cut up paper everywhere, and only minutes to go until our deadline, we decided just to stick everything together and create something. And that’s what the end result was. Something. It was a paper object of some sort, and was sticking together, and had the tennis ball taped to the top. It just needed a person or two to make it free standing…
But the team work part was just so fun for me. But I couldn’t help thinking that I should have went for another group. Not because I hate my friends, and to set the records straight, I couldn’t have any better friends, but I think being friends is the whole problem. We know each other too well, and we can’t help but have a laugh here and a giggle there but no matter how great the friendship, the team work is not really affected.
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So, it was a great two days and I wish it lasted longer. I met some of the most amazing people and I was sad to leave them so soon after only practically meeting them for the first time ever. I only hope our paths will cross again.
But take on board come of the stuff I have mentioned, because I think I now have a new attitude towards life! And I wish I could tell you about everything I done whilst at the conference, but I’m afraid by the end of typing it all up, I may never be able to type again, and my computer may be up in flames from the intense heat and enthusiasm from my fingertips.
Au Revior amigos.
I can’t believe this slipped my mind…
The other day, whilst taking a long walk to the supermarket with my Mum, we came across a lady who seemed as if she was lost. A small woman, about sixty years old we thought, with a walking stick and an empty canvas bag.. We thought nothing of her until she stopped us in the middle of the path. Being the unrealistic me, I thought she was going to bring out a knife or a gun, or kill us with her rather fetching walking stick.
“Excuse me, Sorry to bother you but how could I get to the cross from here?” Said a soft, soothing, Irish voice. I could have listened to that one little bit of dialogue for an eternity. Mother, started to direct her but she wasn’t having much luck and she just missed the last bus in our area. So…
My mother who felt she should do her good deed for the day, offered to walk her to the bus stop on the other side of the level crossing, usually a five minute walk. However…
This woman clearly loved a good chat. She even admitted it herself. We soon found out that she was not actually sixty years old, but eighty years old, didn’t look it though! And it also turned out she was supposed to be visiting a friend, but her friend supposedly forgot to remember that she was coming, and wasn’t in. Supposedly…
When we got to the level crossing half an our after meeting her (no exaggeration!) which should have only taken five minutes, but she was a really slow walker an stopped every time she wanted to stop and took a long time to cross a road, a car pulled up outside of the bus shelter we directed her to at the opposite end of the road.
A nurse, uniform and everything, took her into her car and drove off, giving us a wave as if to say “thank you”. We thought nothing of it at that point, obviously a kind woman helping a lost old woman, but then we saw the car with the woman inside it only on the opposite side of the road, as they were arguing where to go.
A possible care home escapee?
This was a photo I took today whilst travelling some mystical lands with my photography group. I’ve not done much editing, but I thought it made an excellent picture due to the place of the sun at the time and the great features.
As a lot of you will know, today is Mothering Sunday, or as it’s more commonly known, “Mother’s Day”. It’s a day where us children, and adults, appreciate the greatness of our mothers and sometimes other close female relatives and we celebrate their hard work.
I love my mum greatly. I could say she’s the best mum in the world as she is the only mum I have, and you my think that about your mother too. I know I sometimes don’t show her my appreciation, but honestly, I always have loved her and I always will love her.
Today I actually awoke at exactly 9:19 am. That’s a record for me, considering it is a Sunday. Anyway, I rose from my bed, slipped my housecoat over my pyjamas, and went into the kitchen. I opened “the drawer” as we call it and took out the weird balloons. I swear, you have never seen such oddly shaped balloons in your life.
Anyway, rushing around putting up balloons and making my mum’s tea and breakfast I was practically like a machine on too much oil. Eventually, my mum came into the living room, and sat down to the lovely set up I provided for her as you can see in the picture. Before she got started on her lovely breakfast of Weetabix and tea, I gave her her presents.
One of her presents was actually with her the whole time, it was a tea towel saying something like “Best Mum Ever!” which she rather liked. Another present was a mug saying “No. 1 Mum” because hey, she really is my number one! Yet another present was a box of “After Eights” a mint chocolate confectionery thing (Just in case you didn’t know!). And finally, I gave her her main present. Wait for it, wait for it… I got her a super jumbo wordsearch book with over 400 puzzles. Yes. Trust me, if you knew my mum, you’d say “That’s the best present ever!”.
And after all that, after many hugs and nice feelings, I came into my bedroom and decided to blog about it, just for the sake of it.
I’m probably going to end up outside somewhere today with my mum and probably sister, because it is a great day outside, just ashame I told my mum she can’t put the washing out today!
So wherever you are, whoever you are I wish you and your mum a very Happy Mother’s day, and if you’re a mum, I’m sure you’re doing a great job, you should be respected!
I am fat. Yes, there are people who remind me of that everyday, and there are people who try and be nice and persuade me that I’m not. So, yes, to begin with, I’m overweight. But…
I’m healthier than alot of people.
It may not show, but I can actually say that I am healthier than a heck of a lot of people I know. Yes, I admit I could exercise more, and stay cautious of what I’m eating, but yes, I am healthier than at least half of the people in my year. For example, take my made-up teenage boy named, ”Examplo Skinnio” . He represents an average teenage boy.
He’s a nice guy, unlike some of his friends, and is a magnet to every girl in the school, well, not all of them, but he’s tall, perfect weight, and all the other things that girls like.
For breakfast, he arrives early in school, so, every morning, he goes to the burger van, and gets a burger, as well as the healthybreakfastnonbranded-obix he had before leaving the house. Along with this, he buys a hot chocolate to keep him nice and warm. Then it’s off to lessons.
At the morning interval, he goes to the tuck shop, and buys a hot-dog, a can of fizzy whatever, and a cake, just because of the special meal deal offer. Then, again, back to lessons. Surely he must be full to the top? No.
For Lunch, he goes out with all of his so called ”Friends” to either the corner shop for a load of unhealthy stuff, or to the Chineese Take Away shop, or the burger can, again, depending on the group’s leader’s mood. All of which are extremely unhealthy. Then, back to lessons.
Whilst in class, different members of his “gang” will pass around the sweets they got at lunch time from the ice cream van, everyone stuffing their faces behind the teacher’s back.
Sometimes, usually on a Friday, he goes into town with some “friends” after school. They observe the latest war games, they annoy a few security guards, and before splitting up, go for a chippy, usually a big greased up, drenched in viniger, covered in salt, drowning in brown sauce, something supper. He prefers pizza crunch in case you’re interested. And then home, for a weekend of lying about, eating junk, and bashing SAMMON. (Please tell me you understand that joke? If not, I don’t blame ya’ !)
Okay so now that we know the life story of Examplo Skinnio, look at my eating plan and spot the 10,000 differences. (there’s actually only about five or six but its good to exaggerate sometimes, isn’t it?)
I arrive at school quite early, about the same time as Mr Skinnio. I’m full of energy, as ive had my breakfast, either helloios or something that looks like pencil shavings that is apparently healthy and turns out to taste nice. I go and find my other friends in the school and catchup, have a chat, have a laugh with them and then go to lessons.
At morning interval, I go and do whatever I do with friends, usually laughing at non-hilarious things and making a fool of myself. And then, to lessons. Still full of energy. But no snacking.
At lunch, I go to the cantine, get the main meal, sometimes a meal deal with fruit instead of cake, and a bottle of water, although sometimes, I treat myself to a hot chocolate, but they’re just so good, and I go to the library and then go to lessons.
At home time, I go home, believe it or not. I have my home-made dinner, moan about my day on this blog, do homework, do internety stuff and sleep. Sometimes.
At the weekend, I’ll usually be getting dragged around shops by mother on Saturday, and have a fast food option as a treat every second Saturday. And on Sunday, it’s mystery meat stew made by Chef Mother. What’s in it? Well… That’s the mystery.
But do you see the point I’m trying to make? I eat healthier and less than Examplo. However I’m the one that looks bad, and he’s the one that gets chased by the girls. But why?
Well according to a good, true, friend of mines, he says it’s all to do with metabolism- basically, how long it takes for your body to fully digest your food. People who have a slow metabolism generally have visible fat, and are overweight,
but mind you excessive eating and all that causes it too! And people who have a fast metabolism, generally are in good shape and sometimes skinny. And you can decide for yourself what the inbetweeners are like.
So Examplo Skinnio would have a fast metabolism.
But weather that fact is true or not; I really don’t know. -Maybe, I’m just incredibly unlucky, and can’t keep my eyes off of the biscuit tin. As my Dad always says, my eyes are bigger than my belly.
So what’s today’s lesson?
I’m fat, and you may be too, or you may be lucky. Decide for yourself. But you could be healthier than your idols!
Thank you for reading about my weight. I’m sure it was worth spending a few minutes of your life that you’ll never get back, obeing informed on this highlyunnecessary subject.