Not bothered by stuff

I am a blogger, I like to blog, sometimes I write about my family which can of course annoy members of my family, naturally I don’t intentionally write stuff that will upset family members. I guess at times I just don’t think before I write.

Now once a pond a time upsetting family members would upset me but lately I find myself feeling like this is me. I am a kind hearted person who never tries to do or say stuff that will upset others so if it happens others should remember that.

I also feel that I never make anyone read my blogs, it is your choice to read or not. Also if you read and find something that you don’t like, leave me a comment and tell me or don’t guess what I don’t care one way or another.

The older I get the less I am bothered by such things.

Lest we forget

The following are just bits I pinched from the internet.
The phrase “Lest we forget” is commonly used in remembrance services and commemorative occasions in English speaking countries, in particular Remembrance Day and ANZAC Day.
Lest” means something like “in case”. For example, “We should close the door,lest the dog escapes” means, “We should close the door in case the dog escapes [through the open door]”. The phrase “lest we forget” is most often used in ceremonies to commemorate wars, such as Remembrance Day in Canada.
Lest We Forget may refer to: “Lest We Forget (phrase)”, a phrase in the poem “Recessional” by Rudyard Kipling. “Ode of Remembrance”, United Kingdom, Canada, Australia, and New Zealand.

What does a dream mean

Well I was just woken from a nap by a ringing phone but of course by the time I got up they had hung up, anyone out there understand dreams.

Tim and I are happy together we rarely fight although we do bicker from time to time about trivial stuff. So why I wonder have I been having a number of dreams in which I believe Tim to be hiding things from me and in which I don’t trust Tim.

I have also woken up feeling sick in the stomach and I am still tired and shaking all over, oh and I have another headache.

Foot Prisons

Hi everyone, how is everyone the topic for today is foot prisons……………..

What the hell are foot prisons you ask…………………………..

They are shoes…………………………….

My niece Kelli calls  shoes foot prisons, she doesn’t like to wear shoes and  the older I get the more I agree with her. I really don’t like wearing  shoes lately when I am out shopping if I have stockings or socks on I like to take my shoes off while walking.

I never wear shoes at home just like my mum she never wears shoes either while at home.

So how do you feel about shoes are they foot prisons for  you also?

Shared Birthday but no bond

Hello everyone, how is everyone in blogland?

It is a fine day here in Newie, no rain but sunshine which is nice.

Last night while walking into the bathroom I lost my balance and had a bit of a fall hurting my wrist and giving myself a headache. Then I did something silly I posted on Facebook what happened and caused my family to be worried about me but I am fine.

Today is my dad’s birthday he is 76 today and on Saturday there is a party at his house for him as we have been told it is likely to be his last birthday. This is naturally distressing for the family so we want to make it a special birthday the same can be said about Christmas this year if he makes it to Christmas which is a big if as he is that sick.

Also today it is the 14th birthday of my great-niece Issabel, she is my niece Heather’s eldest daughter but mum & dad have never had much to do with Sue’s children and grandchildren, it is hard to have a bond/connection with someone you don’t see very often. Dad was pleased to have a great grandchild who shared his birthday but sadly because they didn’t see her to form a special bond.

When Sue’s children were young they lived 45 minutes away and rarely came to visit, not even coming at Christmas time most years. I know at the time mum & dad felt that their father didn’t like them mum and so they stayed away. When they did visit they were very shy and acted like they felt out of place which happens when you don’t go somewhere very often.