Am I not busy enough in my day to day life without being bombarded at night so that by the time morning comes I sluggishly slide out of bed?
No night terrors last night, instead a complex dream set in modern day but with so many aspects from the 1940s. Knitted jumpers that in my dream I recognised as having as a child: stocking stitch panels and pointy collars. But I am not a child of the 1940s. A modern day friend of mine - we used to have a lot of contact and I feel bad that we don't have any now. She turned up looking older and bigger and to meet with my companion. For less than a moment my old friend and I looked at each other but I turned away. Somehow I knew she turned and went off with my companion as arranged and then the penny dropped and I realised who she was. I ran around the corner and called after her and flung my arms around her. Everything was OK with her as it always was.
We ended up in a house with lots of bunting. The woman of the house had the most impossible exaggeratedly-shaped 1940s lips. The bow of the top lip curled right out and pointed up. There was excitement in the house about the sound of aeroplane engines going overhead and so she rushed to put some extra special flags on top of the house. But I knew that these flags were sending out the wrong message and that the planes were enemy ones. I was terrified about the flags being put up but everyone else was happy. The planes were coming nearer, the lady with the impossible lips was looking skyward and I was scared we were going to be bombed.
At this point I wake up. Heavy arms. Body exhausted. I wonder how I do another full day in the real world feeling this tired.
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Thursday, 29 June 2006
Wednesday, 28 June 2006
Terror nights
As an adult I have always consoled myself that I never leave my bedroom during my sleep walking and other nocturnal activities. I may sleep talk, change clothes, rearrange the room or jump out of bed but never leave the room.
Three times this last week I have had night terrors that had me jumping out of bed to avoid the spiders and other scary things. Something changed and I found myself fleeing to the other side of the house. Out the bedroom, down the hall and into the bathroom where I stood holding my beating chest and almost too terrified to return. Last night, aware in my sleep that I had this night terror the previous night, I told myself it was real this time and then jumped out of bed flinging bedclothes and seeking the bathroom. As I returned, quite awake, I felt the need to still search the bed for the offending creature.
Dear Mr Doris sleeps through it now and lets me get on with it. I feel guilty for not saving him and leaving him to the "monsters" and then there is a bit of me that wants him to rescue me. It is all so darned complicated if I think about it. Maybe by writing it down this particular night terror will go.
Or maybe there is something supernatural going on. Two other bloggers have had traumatic or disturbing nocturnal activities this week. But then I had that fantastical and wonderful dream in my last post.
And then I suppose there is the funny side that I don't wear anything to bed. I just hope daughter doesn't return late at night with friends in tow to see her mad mother screaming naked through the house. Oh, that would just be the icing on the cake!
Original Comments:
Three times this last week I have had night terrors that had me jumping out of bed to avoid the spiders and other scary things. Something changed and I found myself fleeing to the other side of the house. Out the bedroom, down the hall and into the bathroom where I stood holding my beating chest and almost too terrified to return. Last night, aware in my sleep that I had this night terror the previous night, I told myself it was real this time and then jumped out of bed flinging bedclothes and seeking the bathroom. As I returned, quite awake, I felt the need to still search the bed for the offending creature.
Dear Mr Doris sleeps through it now and lets me get on with it. I feel guilty for not saving him and leaving him to the "monsters" and then there is a bit of me that wants him to rescue me. It is all so darned complicated if I think about it. Maybe by writing it down this particular night terror will go.
Or maybe there is something supernatural going on. Two other bloggers have had traumatic or disturbing nocturnal activities this week. But then I had that fantastical and wonderful dream in my last post.
And then I suppose there is the funny side that I don't wear anything to bed. I just hope daughter doesn't return late at night with friends in tow to see her mad mother screaming naked through the house. Oh, that would just be the icing on the cake!
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- Britmum said...
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That would indeed be the icing on the cake. LOL
I wonder why you have these terrors? My little guy had them when he was 3 but that what pre-schoolers do. Maybe it is something from your past that is bugging you. (sorry pun not intended). I hope it sorts its self out for you.
Take care xx - jane said...
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I get creeped out when I think of bugs in bed. When Tarzan was gone last week, I was paranoid there was a snake in bed, because we once found a snake in our bedroom! Have you turned on the light when the bugs are supposedly in your room?
I wonder if it's not something you're working out internally. - doris said...
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That's interesting Britmum, I hadn't thought of something "bugging me". Really - not in that direct context. Hmm.
Yes, I do put on the lights Jane. And sometimes I wake up in the morning to find the bedside lights have been on all night.
As for snakes, as a kid (we lived in Australia) I had a snake in my bedroom - I slept in the caravan annexe and a small grass snake was in there with me. Night after night I'd be terrified about what else was in the sleeping bag with me. You have my complete sympathy - we really don't have anything to be scared of in the UK. - Cheryl said...
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I get bad dreams if I overheat. They are worse if I am really tired and dont wake just from the discomfort, because the back of my mind looks for reasons to feel hot and out of breath and usually paints a chase or a dream of being trapped.
Is this your first heatwave under a new duvet, or using a new brand of washing powder or conditioner? All it might be is something combining with the recent heat to make you feel very slightly itchy, but not itchy enough to wake up... you think? - Badaunt said...
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Or have you been reading something about bugs? I know my dreams and nightmares tend to be fairly transparent - I can generally tie them to something that happened or that I saw/read/heard of recently.
But I'm a fairly simple sort of person... - that girl said...
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bit late on this one I know but I have the exact same night terrors- spiders inthe bed, people in the room, leaping out of bed and sprinting out of the room.
I've had them for years. I don't think it's unresolved issues. Do you sleep with your eyes open? I do and I think my brain 'plays' my nightmare over the backdrop of my room. - doris said...
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Hello Thatgirl
So you too! When I was younger I used to be fascinated by my night time activities and want to understand or believed it was a parallel universe. Now I just want a good night's sleep!
I don't know if I sleep with my eyes open. I certainly go to sleep with my eyes closed but my eyes do open and I am looking at my environment, even if, as you say, there is another layer on top. Sometimes my environment is completely re-written.
Saturday, 24 June 2006
Food Festival
I've just been to the most amazing food festival. It was held in a English country house where there were a wide range of activities including demonstrations of crafts. Getting into the place was quite difficult as I travelled behind a large tourist bus negotiating the tiny cobbled drive that took us behind the house into the courtyard. I couldn't see round the bus as to where we were going and I wasn't sure if we were going to get stuck as the road was very narrow with buildings each side so I just had to trust we were all going in the right direction.
Once inside I was immediately attracted by the photographic display where a particularly fine processing of photographs was taking place. A specialist actually mixed the processing fluid herself so that it was vaguely violet and this had an effect on the overall development of the photos bringing out an incredible quality. She was using a fine paint brush in the fluid to "paint" the photographs and as her brush went backwards and forwards it revealed portions of the photographs that were being brushed. Some of the photographs on display were a special and previously unreleased collection of Prince Philip and blow me but who should also be there but the chap himself!
The food area was a massive hive of activity with tables of food stuffs that could be freely tasted. Of all the places in the world there was an old friend of mine who was there doing some demonstration cooking. I didn't know that she would be there and she was ever so lovely and walked round with me and we talked "food". Someone had brought in a photograph of a yellow split pea/lentil type dish which my friend made just by looking at the photograph! It was identical and so delicious - I love dahl type dishes - and I was so impressed with my friend's ability. The interesting thing was that they had the same dish ready made in a carton - one of those quality cartons and another ready made dish and they compared the texture, taste, colour and quality. It was amazing - I didn't realise how highly coloured the ready-made stuff was and was so bland and thin in comparison to the "real thing" made with organic produce.
In the background I could hear the "man" of this country house, I'm not sure if he was some landed gentry Lord whose inheritance had dwindled so that he was reluctantly forced to open up his family house to such gatherings. He was becoming frustrated and cross with his large dog who wouldn't come eat some lovely concoction someone had lovingly made. He sniped at his dog that the dog wasn't going to get some piece of steak like some common mongrel. How bizarre!
It is a pity because I can not remember all the lovely foods I tasted but what stood out the most (after the fabulous dahl dish) was a display of weetabix! I was asking my friend about these weetabix because they surely were not the regular branded weetabix with rounded corners. No, these had perfectly square corners and looked very stylish. They were stood on end in a display against the wall that gave it support. At the top end of each weetabix was a clear plastic sleeve that stood proud and contained a large serving of honey. There were a whole range of honeys and was the most beautiful display. With the crisp cornered biscuits each crowned with gorgeous amber colours of different shades. I'm not even one for honey but I started tasting the different honeys that I must admit I was carried away. The display fell a bit but I was just so into the honeys and ended up quite sticky and feeling heavenly. The jars were nearby but I can't quite remember all the different exotic and unusual names.
Next to this display were cheeses. In particular an English brie-type cheese from which I could freely take slivers. The soft cheese oozed its voluptuousness out the sides and was the finest cheese I had ever tasted in my life. Truly a culinary experience.
At this point I wondered whether I would say that everything written above this paragraph was actually a dream. There was no country house, no food festival, no photographic techniques display, no foodie friend from the past and no tasting. It is Saturday morning and I've woken up late. That's it. It was a very lovely dream though except the worrying bit at the beginning with the bus. I think I actually went to the festival by mistake because of being stuck behind the bus. Curious.
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Once inside I was immediately attracted by the photographic display where a particularly fine processing of photographs was taking place. A specialist actually mixed the processing fluid herself so that it was vaguely violet and this had an effect on the overall development of the photos bringing out an incredible quality. She was using a fine paint brush in the fluid to "paint" the photographs and as her brush went backwards and forwards it revealed portions of the photographs that were being brushed. Some of the photographs on display were a special and previously unreleased collection of Prince Philip and blow me but who should also be there but the chap himself!
The food area was a massive hive of activity with tables of food stuffs that could be freely tasted. Of all the places in the world there was an old friend of mine who was there doing some demonstration cooking. I didn't know that she would be there and she was ever so lovely and walked round with me and we talked "food". Someone had brought in a photograph of a yellow split pea/lentil type dish which my friend made just by looking at the photograph! It was identical and so delicious - I love dahl type dishes - and I was so impressed with my friend's ability. The interesting thing was that they had the same dish ready made in a carton - one of those quality cartons and another ready made dish and they compared the texture, taste, colour and quality. It was amazing - I didn't realise how highly coloured the ready-made stuff was and was so bland and thin in comparison to the "real thing" made with organic produce.
In the background I could hear the "man" of this country house, I'm not sure if he was some landed gentry Lord whose inheritance had dwindled so that he was reluctantly forced to open up his family house to such gatherings. He was becoming frustrated and cross with his large dog who wouldn't come eat some lovely concoction someone had lovingly made. He sniped at his dog that the dog wasn't going to get some piece of steak like some common mongrel. How bizarre!
It is a pity because I can not remember all the lovely foods I tasted but what stood out the most (after the fabulous dahl dish) was a display of weetabix! I was asking my friend about these weetabix because they surely were not the regular branded weetabix with rounded corners. No, these had perfectly square corners and looked very stylish. They were stood on end in a display against the wall that gave it support. At the top end of each weetabix was a clear plastic sleeve that stood proud and contained a large serving of honey. There were a whole range of honeys and was the most beautiful display. With the crisp cornered biscuits each crowned with gorgeous amber colours of different shades. I'm not even one for honey but I started tasting the different honeys that I must admit I was carried away. The display fell a bit but I was just so into the honeys and ended up quite sticky and feeling heavenly. The jars were nearby but I can't quite remember all the different exotic and unusual names.
Next to this display were cheeses. In particular an English brie-type cheese from which I could freely take slivers. The soft cheese oozed its voluptuousness out the sides and was the finest cheese I had ever tasted in my life. Truly a culinary experience.
At this point I wondered whether I would say that everything written above this paragraph was actually a dream. There was no country house, no food festival, no photographic techniques display, no foodie friend from the past and no tasting. It is Saturday morning and I've woken up late. That's it. It was a very lovely dream though except the worrying bit at the beginning with the bus. I think I actually went to the festival by mistake because of being stuck behind the bus. Curious.
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- Britmum said...
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Oh my gosh Doris I was so sucked in. What a nice dream. Not sure what the being stuck behind the bus meant though.
You described it so perfectly. You are very talented.
Have a great weekend.
Take care xx - Astryngia said...
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You do have the most multi-sensory dreams! :-)
- Jo said...
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What a lovely dream :-) Could you possibly have it again and find out the name of that cheese, it sounds delicious?!
Very detailed too hon. Did you write it all down when you woke up? I have to do that if I want to remember dreams, or the details tend to fade. - doris said...
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I did write it up straight away otherwise I'd forget. It slides out of my grasp otherwise. I had another lengthy dream last night that was "worthy" of writing up but I haven't the time this morning and it is already eluding me.
I definitely dream in colour. I wonder if all that food I ate and the pleasure I got from it was calorie free? Hmmm :-)
As for the menaings of it all, I reckon I can read into the bus thing... it is about me trusting others and sometimes I don't need to see where I am going! It will be OK! - Ally said...
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Wonderful! I can almost taste the honey from your description :).
- Gerald Ford said...
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I love a good food festival! I always come away broke (I swear they overprice the dishes), but very, very satisfied. ;p
What is dahl anyways? Is that Indian?
Around here, Thai food is huge. There's easily Thai restaraunt or two in each neighborhood. I love it. - Chandira said...
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Hanging out with Royalty, huh? In your dreams.. ;-)
(my word verification was prrrhug, so I hope you're a happy kitty today.) - Anji said...
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I'd love to have known where it was, do you think you could go back again and write down directions for us?
Tuesday, 20 June 2006
Busy
Instructions: shake your head very fast from left to right to make the image animate. Please remember health and safety so do not aggravate your neck.
Did it work? Nah, it didn't for me either. Have you a headache? Sorry!
Meanwhile, I'll continue to be off elsewhere with my head to the grindstone. Back soon.
PS. I did make a quickie animation of the above image but dear ole Blogger wouldn't let me upload an animated gif :-(
PS.
And this was an exercise in pointlessness LOL
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Did it work? Nah, it didn't for me either. Have you a headache? Sorry!
Meanwhile, I'll continue to be off elsewhere with my head to the grindstone. Back soon.
PS. I did make a quickie animation of the above image but dear ole Blogger wouldn't let me upload an animated gif :-(
PS.
[Animated busy gif lost in re-doing this blog - sorry!]
Cheryl was right in the comments - it was quick to sign up to photobucket! Thanks :-)And this was an exercise in pointlessness LOL
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- Cheryl said...
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Aha!
May I politely recommend a photobucket.com account.
Free, fast, easy to set up and lets you install gifs.
Aww go on, I want to see what yours looks like! - doris said...
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Thanks Cheryl!
- Cheryl said...
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Yay-hay!!!
- doris said...
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Good luck Ingurlund!
:-D - doris said...
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What a great game! So close to Ingurlund winning but at least we played well :-D
- Ghone said...
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And don't have to play Germany (yet!)
- Jo said...
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Ecuador? Well a lot better than meeting Germany, but no push over. They rested five players today in their thrashing by Germany.
Porr old Michael Owen. But then, ironically, it might just make Sven pick the side we need as Owen just didn't look like he was going to hit form. - jane said...
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LOL I didnt know why I was shaking my head until after a few minutes. You wanted the signs to be changing colors? (I'm hoping thats why I shook for so long) After a bit, they did look kinda blinky. LOL j/k
- Britmum said...
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I liked it...lol..
Take care and have missed you.
xx - hellonheels said...
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I'm Dizzy now! Was that your way of getting us to shake the cob webs lose in our heads? HAHAHA
- Gerald Ford said...
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I tried it and for a second, I thought I saw Elvis...
- MrsDoF said...
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It helped that I took off my glasses.
The picture is better after the photobucket, tho. - Pookie65 said...
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I'm not sure what it was supposed to do to me. All I feel is dizzy, confused and let down ;-)
Hope you're having a wonderful week, Doris!
Huggers! - Steve said...
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Will have to be quick posting as the ambulance is waiting to take me to hospital to treat me for the whiplash I have just suffered. Anybody know any good lawyers?? rofl
- Steve said...
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P.S anybody else noticed that these word verification words are getting longer and longer
- Anji said...
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I feel dizzy now. I'm too old for physical blogging. Thank goodness Cheryl helped you out!
- Badaunt said...
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My neck made a funny crunching noise. Was that supposed to happen?
(That was hilarious. Not the neck crunching, but the animation that didn't happen.) - doris said...
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I am so sorry to everyone but by saying sorry I am not accepting any liability.....
You understand and agree that under no situation will I be liable for any direct, indirect, consequential, incidental, special or exemplary damages for any use of this blog, even if I advised of the possibility of such damages. Your only remedy is to discontinue use of this blog. You waive the rights of lawsuit for any damage happened in my blog.
Er... I'm sorry and it wasn't even funny or clever!
Monday, 12 June 2006
51st State
Latest game of the World Cup has just come on as Mr Doris flicks the channel. A national anthem is playing to which 16 year old daughter says "That's the British anthem, I didn't think we were playing again until Thursday." Oh the irony. Sadly daughter prides herself on her knowledge of politics. She is more shocked that America can play football than mistaking the USA anthem for the British.
My sister in law is Czech so we may well be cheering them on in their game against USA.
I am quite partial to World Cup football. It can be excellent and exciting when it is good. Oh yes! Czech Republic just scored a brilliant full-on goal barely 5 minutes into the game.
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My sister in law is Czech so we may well be cheering them on in their game against USA.
I am quite partial to World Cup football. It can be excellent and exciting when it is good. Oh yes! Czech Republic just scored a brilliant full-on goal barely 5 minutes into the game.
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- Britmum said...
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Oh Doris don't get sucked in. Noooooooooooooooooo!!!! I will save you.... LOL
Have fun sweetie xx - Neutron said...
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...and then they scored 2 more brilliant goals...cor blimey! By the way, who said the Americans could play footy?
- Anji said...
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We're supporting France and England here. Am managing to avoid most matches but I will watch the final
- Jo said...
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I lurrrve the World Cup. Sorry, just can't help it ;-)
- Le laquet said...
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:o( Bleugh football! :o( Taking over my TV's life ... or maybe that's just my little dear's excuse!
- Haddock said...
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Unfortunately the UK is slowly but surely becoming the 51st state.
The Czechs looked good! :) - Milt Bogs said...
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British anthem Gran? Do I detect just a hint of political correctness there?
- doris said...
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Poor Trini ..... they played well, really well but luckily England got there in the final moments with two good goals. Hooray!
- Britmum said...
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There was lots of screaming in my house this morning.
C'mon England.... o.k. now I am being sucked in. Oh dear!!! - jane said...
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My favorite teams are Argentina & Brazil. I always pick an underdog team I like. I think last time it was Senegal. (?) And of course, I want USA, but I know our team isn't up to par with the European or Hispanic teams.
gooooooooooooooooooal!! - Ghone said...
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I've taken a special photo that I'll post on Tuesday, can you guess what it'll be?
;o) - Gerald Ford said...
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Like Jane, I favor the underdog.
My vote is for Ghana. I hope that they beat the US (though I am American).
Then, the US is an underdog in its own right...*sigh* - Jo said...
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Doris...where are you hon? Sucked into work? Swallowed by the World Cup?!
Hope all is well :-) - doris said...
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Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work, and then the World Cup!
Dilemma tonight.... my wonderful new Tai Chi class (second session) or the England match? Oh dear, very difficult choice with the World Cup winning hands down at the moment. ?!
Thanks for asking.... I have been thinking of doing a busy post!
Friday, 9 June 2006
1st Blogday
June 10th is my first blog birthday and I was going to have a virtual party and invite everyone. But the Blogger system has been upgrading so blogs are often down or you can't comment. This is not a good time to be issuing invites and the like and could be considered a damp squib but never mind, ditch the party this year and onwards and upwards. I'll happily party for us all :-)
I have been thinking of what blogging has done for me:
- Exercised my creative juices
- Allowed me to express myself in a myriad of ways from writing to adapting graphics and to plain silliness
- Made me realise I can be a bit of a pompous ass at times
- Demons from my past have been taken out the cupboard, given a good shake out and thrown away
- I have felt a connection with others I have never met
- Others have taken the time to read snippets from my life and given me feedback and often a new angle and understanding and sometimes an overdue hug
- Times I have laughed and times I have cried
- The chance to enter into discussions with others I may never have had the chance to do so
- To be able to write anonymously so I am free to say what I like (except that a few people know who I am and I am glad they can keep in touch with some of my life)
- I can share the good times, the successes and achievements
- I can share the difficult times and feel like people care
- It has helped my confidence in myself and improved my writing skills
- I have learned so much
- It has been a positive distraction filling my hours with worthwhile activity
- It has been a negative distraction filling my hours with trivia when I should be getting on with other stuff
- It is a scratchpad where I can play and be as weird as I like
- It is a place to just be
In the time I have been blogging some have come and gone. I have wondered what happened to them and whether one day it will have served its purpose and I'll be gone too. I have become an avid reader of many blogs and then I move on.... it's just the way it is otherwise we'd do nothing but live our lives through other people's blogs. I could have gotten hung up on the guilt as well as the worry that certain others no longer read my blog but that is something else to learn to let go. Blogging has certainly been an interesting journey and one I wouldn't have missed.
Thank you to everyone for being who you are and sharing this experience.
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- jane said...
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Happy Blirthday, Doris! I'm so glad to be the 1st one to comment. It's been a wonderful year knowing you. I actually think we met on June 13, 2005. But I'm not positive.
From the get-go, you've always been so confident in your writing. I admire that about you.
So, here's to many more years of fun & touching moments. I am so thankful we met. - doris said...
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June 13 eh? I can't believe I was such a cheeky monkey being so confident about whatever it was back then! LOL
And we have certainly had our moments over the year.
Thank you for being a great friend :-) - Stegbeetle said...
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Happy Blirthday for tomorrow! It's been a privilege to tag along and read your thoughts.
I'll try to remember June 10th but it'll be difficult - you never look any older! ;) - doris said...
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Thank you Steggers! Flattery will get you everywhere. (Also once said by Mae West)
- Ally said...
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Happy blogday!
- doris said...
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Thanks Ally! :-)
- Shelly said...
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Congrats on the Blogday! I might not comment much, but I am reading. :)
- Britmum said...
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Happy blogg birthday lovey. I have enjoyed reading your blog and you are a superb writer.
Take care and heres to many more blog birthdays.
Take care xx - doris said...
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You know it is a strange thing Shelly, I almost don't expect anyone else reads except those that comment but then I do it often enough so no reason for others not to do the same. Thank you for saying - and you know you were one of the first blogs I read!
You are such a sweetie Britmum - thanks :-) It won't be long before you have your blirthday! - Jo said...
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Doris - happy birthday! You've become a great blogmate, I always look forward to what you have to say, you write evocatively and wittily, and you've been a really good friend to me :-)
Here's to another year of blogging! - doris said...
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Thank you Jo! Perhaps you wouldn't be surprised to know that I also look forward to your posts and comments and even enjoy reading them on other people's blogs!
Who knows what the future brings and I look forward to your blog anniversary :-D - Badaunt said...
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Happy blog birthday! I remember finding you - via Cheryl. How long ago was that? I can't remember... but I remember being happy to add you to my reading list.
And I've been a happy and engrossed reader ever since. - rashbre said...
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Cripes. A year of blogging. I had a similar moment in May. And I'd wondered whether I'd keep doing this!
Best regards, I shall superdunk a bourbon biscuit in your honour during Dr. Who, this evening.
And in the 231 days since we first fumbled early exchanges, I notice the genuine formation of the bourbon tabernacle choir and also a whole internet probe into whether penguins are bourbons in disguise, trying to avoid the more obvious foms of bourbonnery.
rashbre - birdychirp said...
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Happy Birthday! Can't believe its only been a year...
- Ghone said...
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My, it has been a busy year for us bloggers hasn't it. My blogday last month and now yours!
Thank you so much for your kind words on my photographs. What started out as a bit of fun is starting to pick up for me now - 3 weddings and 5 commisions in the last 6 months.
As Shelly said, might not comment much, but always enjoy it when your thoughts appear on my screen. - Gerald Ford said...
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Happy Blogirthday Doris!
You should be proud of yourself. Most blogs fail within a few and are full of useless drivel anyways. ;) - Neutron said...
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Happy Blogday to you..etc! And many happy reblogs.
I have enjoyed hearing from you and reading your posts over the year.
I am only jealous that you get loads more comments than I do!! :(( - doris said...
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I have always been honoured by your presence Badaunt. And I used to read you before I became a blogger.... over at Madbaggage's place. I was so in awe of everyone then! LOL and now I'm a flippertygip!
Rashbre - that long ago?! I know it was via Michele's and you so cracked me up with your bourbon exploits. BTW - I am not sure what dunking was done during Dr Who last night.... this story line was just to scary for little ole me.
Thank you Birdychirp - I have really enjoyed the discussions on your blog on really important issues. Not the usual vacuous me, me, me all the time (like me!) :-D
Ghone - It is really great to hear how a business is picking up as a result.... but then if you are a great photographer and have a passion and so obviously enjoy it then it comes across. Congrats on everything at your end :-)
Oooo thank you Gerald Ford. I am honoured once again :-D
Thank you as well Neutron but you know my comments figures are just an illusion ! I'm often the one filling up my own comments section... why, sometimes I even kick off the comments with my own. It's a great ploy. And then, I am not so good these days but I always used to reply to every single comment and that bumps up numbers and "looks inviting" for others to say owt. Now, I am jealous of me ole mate Jane Loves Tarzan because she ALWAYS gets loads more comments than I do and doesn't have to do any of my ploys. ;-) - MrsDoF said...
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Happy Blog Birthday!
A nice coincidence that it happens on my own body birthday of June 10. And along with your own Prince Phillip's big day. I'll have to look up some trivia to find out what year old he is.
I love your list of what your blog has done for you. This use of the Internet does bring on some interesting situations.
~~love and Huggs, Diane - hellonheels said...
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Happy Late Blogging Birthday Doris. I'm so very glad that our paths have crossed : ) Even if I am a day late and a dollar short LOL.
- Annie said...
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Happy Blog Birthday! I've been blogging on and off and in various places for about four years, and I don't know what I'd do without it. For me it was a sort of natural progression from keeping a diary. I really enjoy reading your blog, and hope you'll have many more blog birthdays.
- Annie said...
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Just saw my link in your blogroll! Cheeky, but I take your point! I wish I'd kept count of all the different blogs I've had. Must be at least thirty!
- Anji said...
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Late as usual. Happy blogbirthday and many more!
- Steve said...
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Happy Blogday Doris, its been a real pleasure reading your blog,
I must also confess to reading a lot and not commenting as much as I possibly should but there are so many good blogs and so little time
Steve x - durante vita said...
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A celebration for 1st Blogday. That is a great idea! I'll have to remember to do something of the sort.
- Cindy said...
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Happy Blog Birthday!!
- Astryngia said...
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Happy Blogday - late as usual! I followed my leader and look where it led! ;-) Hugs.
- Chandira said...
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Happy Blog-birthday! I'm up for my 2nd on about June 25th, I think. I'll have to take a look.
Love your list! - Cheryl said...
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My late but genuine congratulations.
(I have a good excuse, honest!)
Having known you from the offset I can honestly say it doesn't feel like a year yet.
Keep on blogging!
Tuesday, 6 June 2006
06-06-06
I couldn't resist a nod and a wink to the pattern in today's date. Fairly unique and noteworthy.
The local radio are holding a phone-in as to whether we think the devil/evil really exists. I reckon that if we put energy into believing the existence of evil forces then we create them or give them power. So if we don't believe in them then they don't even exist. (This is NOT the same as hiding your head under a pillow because when you are hiding under a pillow the fear is still there.)
Bad stuff happens sure enough. And sometimes really bad stuff happens but that doesn't mean it was motivated by evil or the devil. Thoughtlessness, carelessness and stupidity are all more likely.
Likewise, if we put energy into believing only the best of people then good is manifested. It is encouraged and grows.
Some interesting beastie 666 number quirks can be found here especially the geeky stuff!
Original Comments:
- Carol said...
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Have you looked out the window? How can the devil exist when the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the chickens are clucking and the children are laughing?
Our devils are our own. Mine went on holiday to the coast this morning, and I couldn't be happier :) - Ally said...
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I agree with you (and Carol) completely. Our world is how we believe it to be.
- Stegbeetle said...
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All this stuff about today being "the Devil's day" presupposes that one is a practising Christian. Without faith in the New Testament 666 is just a number and not as spooky as mirrors, for one example.
- Britmum said...
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I think that its just a number too. Mankind can be held responsible for all the evil and wrong doing. They can if they stopped blaming others undo all the evil and wrong doing.
Take care Doris xx - Wulfweard The White said...
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How many women had babies on the 6th and looked at them wondering have I given birth to the anti-Christ?
- Chris said...
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Making fun of stupid people never gets old.
Chris (My Blog) - Neutron said...
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As I pointed out on my blog at 6 minutes past 6 that morning it was:
06:06:06:06:06
Maybe that's why the devil or the Auntie Christ didn't turn up!!?? - Anonymous said...
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It was my friend's birthday! We celebrated with an "End of the World" bar crawl. We're all still here, and we got to dress up! :)
- jane said...
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I like that...life according to Doris. I've been having the most difficult time commenting on your blog cuz Blogger seems to be in Maintenance mode forever. I agree about evil. It seems that people who do believe in it, use it as a crutch to take less personal responsibility for their actions. An extreme example is: the devil made me do it.
I believe there's so much good in people, the bad things are usually a result of our environment. Enjoyed this post very much Doris. - Anji said...
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Doris, you are sooo right (as always).
It's olny the date by the Christian calender anyway!
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So a stranger was recognised as a dear friend, a friendship facing an awkward silence was regenerated and healed - all very good stuff when none was expected.
Then you turned the tables and went to a lovely celebration which you knew was going to be a disaster.
So what in your real life are you accepting at face value when you should be looking deeper?
Thursday, June 29, 2006 10:58:00 AM
Deep...Cheryl ;-)
For some reason your dream reminded me of an episode of Dr Who Doris...
Can't figure why...
Friday, June 30, 2006 1:08:00 AM
My dreams are so boring and domesticated. Rarely do I dream of anything other than grocery shopping, talking on the phone, gardening etc.... I am as boring in my sleep as I am awake! :-)
Many hugs, sweet Doris!
Saturday, July 01, 2006 7:11:00 PM