Wishes

Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and 

a Very Happy New Year

2 Questions For a Sunday

I have 2 questions on my mind today. The first one is "Can long distance relationships really work?" and the second is "What age would I go back to if I could?"

I'll take the first one first. I think it's always good to start at the beginning.

I suppose it would depend how long the distance was and how often you could see the other person, as well as, who was the one having to do the travelling or if it was shared. Of course there is always the question of trust. I think I will need to draw up a list of advantages and disadvantages and then which list got the most I would go for that one. I'll let you know when the lists are done.

If I could go back to any age in my life it would be 16.

At 16 I went on a blind date with my mate's, mate. This shaped the rest of my life. We went out together for 2 years, until he went home. He wasn't English and just before he went home he asked if I would be his second wife! He had already been promised in marriage to someone from his home, something he forgot to tell me about when we met, and as he was allowed more than one wife, wanted me as well as the one that he was promised too. Of course I said no,but spent the next 2 months helping him buy presents for his new wife to be.

I think this may have been where my distrust in men started. I have had a husband and different relationships since then but apart from my husband, who I would trust with my life, even today after being separated for 18 years, I don't think I have met a man who hasn't lied to me.

If I was 16 again I wouldn't go on that blind date and who knows I may still be with the same man all these years later.

Letter to Will Skuse

Dear Will Skuse

In your comments under the post "Tim, Vodka and MILF" you ask me, twice, If I am wanting some fun.

Now fun can mean so many different things to so many different people.

If, on a dating site, someone asked me if I wanted some fun I would know what they meant. Sex.

If I was on facebook and one of my friends asked me if I wanted some fun, they would mean going out in town, having a few vodka's and a laugh.


If I was booking a holiday and was asked if I was looking for some fun I would expect a busy resort with lots of activities going on.

But you Will, have asked me if I want some fun, in a comment on my blog. As my blog is not a kiss and tell one, although I have often thought about writing one, I'm not too sure what you mean by fun.

Will Skuse would you please explain?

Kind Regards

Ladybristol

Reasons

I'm a nosey person by nature, anyone who knows me will tell you that. Question after question after question. Then I question the answers. I can't help it. I just got to know about people and things and how they work, what makes them tick.

Not only do I question others, I question myself. I always question why I'm doing something and ask myself if I should really be doing it.

I've been questioning why I do one particular thing, which I'm doing quite a lot presently. for ages now and have only just come up with the answer.


The thing I'm doing is really boring and quite mundane but I keep doing it.

Hopefully I'll be able to stop soon, as soon as I stop thinking.

New Mind. New Thoughts

It's amazing how a holiday can open up your eyes to what is wrong in your life. Two weeks of nothing to think about but yourself helps you put things into perspective and helps you sort out the shit in your life and just keep the good.
You go away full of junk in your mind and come home with just the things that mean something to you.

Of course if you're lucky you come home with memories of good times spent with great people and if very lucky, memories spent with one special person.

I've just had my holiday, two weeks in a very sunny Turkey and my mind is full of very different thoughts than the ones I went away with.

I say 'Out with the old and in with the new' and hopefully lots more fun to come.

Will They? Won't They?

When I first booked my holiday it seemed ages away. Well it was really. But now I only have 4 weeks left to wait. That also means I only have 4 weeks left to get to my goal weight.

I've been on a diet for about 6 months in total but for the first 4 months I didn't lose any weight at all. I wasn't in any diet club but was very careful what I was eating and was beginning to think that I was doomed to stay the same weight for the rest of my life. 8 weeks ago I decided to join Weight Watchers and I have lost weight each week since.

This morning when I was getting dressed I wondered if my jeans, that I haven't been able to wear for about 18 months due to them being too small, would fit me. I got them out of my cupboard and looked at them.

They still looked small and I nearly put them back in without trying them on but try them on I did. It was a tense moment. Putting one leg in, then the other. Pulling them up over my bottom and then moving my hands to the front to the zip and button. Would I be able to do the button up? This would be the telling action of if they fitted or no.

How Time Flies When You're Having Fun!

Well what a good week I have had.

The Easter Weekend went far too quick. Maybe I was having too good a time!

We have the inspectors coming next week and all paper work had to be up to date. With loads of outstanding reports to write I thought I would never do it, but today at 4pm they were all done. The feeling that all my work is up to date for the first time in a long while is great. I now will not dread Sunday nights when all I think about is work. This weekend I intend to celebrate big time so if you're out and about in Bristol and see me, I'll have a vodka and diet coke, no ice, please :)

Love Of My Life

This song is beautiful

Will You Be The One To Say Something?