Frequency

I really must get used to posting more frequently
I really must get used to posting more frequently
I really must get used to posting more frequently.
I am sitting waiting for a large (13MB) file to be sent, so I though I would drop in here to write  something. It's 12.35 am and this email is taking a long time to go through (it's the second of 2 to be sent). So I am watching Bridalplasty in the background and I am trying to keep my jaw up. Seriously these girls are on a different planet - the backstabbing they go through while having major plastic surgery for their 'perfect wedding'.  I'm surprised they wear backless dresses for their weddings, as the scar tissue must still be fresh.

The presenter ends up by saying "You are not going to have the perfect wedding" when someone is eliminated. Says who - the blonde coiffed presenter, the rejected participants? Surely the only elements you need for a perfect wedding are the perfect groom, the best friends and family ever, and the rest of your lives together?

And we wonder why girls are so insecure about themselves and what they look like.

For My Mom

On Sunday it will be five years since my Mom died suddenly, without any warning. It's one of those things that lives in my memory as if it was only a few days ago, yet so much has happened in the five years that have passed. I feel sad that she has missed out on all of this, on the multiple achievements of all her grandchildren and children.  I know she is aware of what is happening to all of us, I just wish she was more 'involved' in the lives of her children and their children.

If I was in a sherry-drinking country on Sunday, I would raise a glass to her, in her memory, but I can't, so I shall just create this blog post for her, and for my siblings and my father.

One thing I am glad of is that before she died I did try to spend more time with her and my father, so I don't feel any guilt about neglecting them in that way. The day before she died I read a magazine article which asked "if you had 15 minutes more every day, what would you do with the time" and my instinctive answer was to drop in on my parents as much as possible. I know it brought them great pleasure - not because I did anything special but because I was one of their kids.

So if you are a kid and you still have a parent or two, please try to spend time with them - it is such a simple thing but so, so valuable.

So here's to you, Sheila Anne Burnett, long may you live in our memories and hearts.