When you've got a pain midships and it feels like you're coming to the end of your keel row you know that you may get hoisted by your own petard. I'd no wish to descend to Davy Jones so visited me old bosun at the health centre. Nothing wrong. Still the old pump kept being a bother and it seemed to want to cause chaos in the engine room. Easily solved me hearties! A little less stress and the engine purrs like a kitten. A brand new set of rigging in a slightly smaller size for the heavy ballast midships and Captian Jack! No more problems.
And the moral of the story is: ladies on diets who get chest pains - try a smaller bra. (and visit ye olde bosun too just in case).
Monday, 27 February 2012
Friday, 24 February 2012
Weeza and the Terrierists
Blessed as I am I have many wonderful friends to compliment my darling family. I have my precious God Sister - that's she with the many children and then my much valued Christian colleague who keeps me grounded and sane. I have another friend too and she is gorgeous and funny and sunny and golden all the way through. She is Weeza and she has a pair of terriers who are absolutely adorable.
I am so blessed that I know that I am loved. That is an amazing feeling. In my younger days when I wasn't sure what love was or even how love (in the agape sense) was demonstrated, I was probably badly behaved in response and very insecure and lacking in self worth. No longer. I cherish my beloved family and friends and I am cherished in return. Weeza too is a 'cherisher', she loves wholeheartedly and unselfishly and she is loved and cherished in return.
When someone loves and is loved then carries the confidence that goes with it, they are able to offer the treasure of their love outwards drawing in those who don't feel loved. That's a great gift, one from God.
Sadly, not everyone responds well. I remember a former colleague who seemed to despise me and I could never understand why. One day, after treating me with the utmost contempt she said that I had too many friends and she wasn't going to be part of my falseness just for the sake of it. If only she knew! If only she had taken the love offered! Another response is jealousy. Some people try hard to be liked but aspects of their character are hard and spiteful and when they see a popular person, the need for them to be the centre of attention creates hard and spiteful actions. Others do not want to suffer the same fate as the popular person, so they join forces with the jealous one so that the jealous one does not turn on THEM. Contrary to popular belief, those of us who are loved don't always have an easy time of it!
This is happening to Weeza right now. Right now she is under attack from the Spiteful and Jealous Ones. Right now her beautiful sunny nature and her generous loving spirit are being jet-washed with nastiness. Right now she needs our support and our prayers.
It is the love of God that people like Weeza and I try to reflect. If we are commanded by Jesus to be like him, then anyone should be able to look at us and see His light reflected there.
On your kneeza for Weeza - right now!
I am so blessed that I know that I am loved. That is an amazing feeling. In my younger days when I wasn't sure what love was or even how love (in the agape sense) was demonstrated, I was probably badly behaved in response and very insecure and lacking in self worth. No longer. I cherish my beloved family and friends and I am cherished in return. Weeza too is a 'cherisher', she loves wholeheartedly and unselfishly and she is loved and cherished in return.
When someone loves and is loved then carries the confidence that goes with it, they are able to offer the treasure of their love outwards drawing in those who don't feel loved. That's a great gift, one from God.
Sadly, not everyone responds well. I remember a former colleague who seemed to despise me and I could never understand why. One day, after treating me with the utmost contempt she said that I had too many friends and she wasn't going to be part of my falseness just for the sake of it. If only she knew! If only she had taken the love offered! Another response is jealousy. Some people try hard to be liked but aspects of their character are hard and spiteful and when they see a popular person, the need for them to be the centre of attention creates hard and spiteful actions. Others do not want to suffer the same fate as the popular person, so they join forces with the jealous one so that the jealous one does not turn on THEM. Contrary to popular belief, those of us who are loved don't always have an easy time of it!
This is happening to Weeza right now. Right now she is under attack from the Spiteful and Jealous Ones. Right now her beautiful sunny nature and her generous loving spirit are being jet-washed with nastiness. Right now she needs our support and our prayers.
It is the love of God that people like Weeza and I try to reflect. If we are commanded by Jesus to be like him, then anyone should be able to look at us and see His light reflected there.
On your kneeza for Weeza - right now!
Monday, 20 February 2012
Just been mangoed.
I've just been mangoed. Patience now whilst I try to explain. Our House has had a brand new fitted kitchen. My very first kitchen that hasn't belonged to somebody else, in that it was ripped out of their kitchen and made to fit mine. This kitchen is mine, all mine and I chose it, even down to the rather pretentious tap which appears to wing its way out of the draining board and take flight across the kitchen like some sort of stainless steel swan. The work tops are laminate... its no use a spillalot like me having the real thing, granite and wood would be ruined in no time. There is underfloor heating - gorgeous - and an absolute plethora of spice drawers. Fifteen in fact. Two of them even have spices in them. All in all it is a beautiful addition to our home and His Majesty and I are well pleased.
His Majesty likes mango chutney. More than likes, in fact I would say that His Majesty ADORES mango chutney. He would and does eat it with just about everything. A jar doesn't last very long in our house. In order to catch the last little drop in the jar he stands it upside down in the cupboard so that the chutney has drained downwards towards the lid and can be got at easily without the aid of a spoon.
And drain it did. All the way down and out through the carefully left unscrewed lid, across the brand new cupboard shelf and down the side of said shelf onto the one below.
I may be of a substantial width but I am nonetheless of limited height. Therefore the cleaning up of His Majesty's mango necessitated the fetching of a chair from the dining table and a precarious mixture of balance and scrub.
Am I at all rattled by the migration of mango?
You bet!
A brand new kitchen starts beautifully clean. Without this incident, I shouldn't have needed to take a cloth to it until at least 2015.
His Majesty likes mango chutney. More than likes, in fact I would say that His Majesty ADORES mango chutney. He would and does eat it with just about everything. A jar doesn't last very long in our house. In order to catch the last little drop in the jar he stands it upside down in the cupboard so that the chutney has drained downwards towards the lid and can be got at easily without the aid of a spoon.
And drain it did. All the way down and out through the carefully left unscrewed lid, across the brand new cupboard shelf and down the side of said shelf onto the one below.
I may be of a substantial width but I am nonetheless of limited height. Therefore the cleaning up of His Majesty's mango necessitated the fetching of a chair from the dining table and a precarious mixture of balance and scrub.
Am I at all rattled by the migration of mango?
You bet!
A brand new kitchen starts beautifully clean. Without this incident, I shouldn't have needed to take a cloth to it until at least 2015.
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