Boy I've been on a real negative roll here, so one more then onto happier things! I promise!
Friends are funny things, I love having them around and they are such a blessing in your life but they can also become a major drain also! Here is a friend story I am sad to tell, but sometimes you need to know these things to really appreciate your other friends, who make you so happy!
I had kept in contact with a few close friends till recently. I had a small gathering to introduce my old school mates to my adorable fiancé (now incredibly wonderful hubby), and it was the start of a mysterious and grand fall! Every thing seemed to go along swimmingly; nice chats, photo shares, lovely lunch and he took some photos of us girls together at the end to remember the fun time we had. Once I got home I received a sms from one friend asking if my hubby-to-be had purposefully cut a friend of ours out of a photo he took for her. If you know my hubby you know he certainly would never do such a thing and especially to people he has just met. So I told her no it would have been an accident, he wasn't really sure about using her camera, so I'm sorry it happened. Subsequently she said she wasn't able to attend our wedding. Then my other best friend seemed to avoid me and finally let me know she wasn't attending my wedding. Only one of my good high school friends ended up attending. I was a little upset, as they hadn't told me why they weren't coming it was a big mystery and I thought maybe I had upset them some how.
Then months and months after the wedding I find out it is because of the photo incident that they didn't want to come. Are you kidding me! Sorry but that is truly pathetic in my eyes, and they didn't have the guts to tell me either. I haven't spoken to them since and have removed them from Facebook; if they want to talk to me they have my number and can call and apologise anytime. But I know they won't and they will miss out on so much which makes me sad. Sadder still that they would act this way!
So overall, lesson of the day is don't presume things, don't assume the worst and sometimes you just have to let some friends go. I forgive them and have moved on (yes I have), we are not all perfect especially me, but I'm not going to let them hold me back from enjoying my life with so many wonderful people who appreciate my time and energy!
To those of you who care about me, thanks for being there and reading my blog! Love y'all!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Bye Bye High School... Why would I want to go back!
I've been watching Dr Phil (shock, horror, disbelief) yes I know but things in small doses can be ok!
Anyways it was about High School Reunion's and the drama of one particular school, which reminded me that I have been invited to a High School 10 year reunion/catch-up being arranged by some from our year. Being on facebook it has been a lot easier to connect with those from my high school and it has been nice to see what some have been doing. But frankly, the last thing I want to do is go to a gathering filled with people who form part of the most horrid years of anyone's life "teenage-hood"! I really don't understand the attraction, like me, many people I'm sure really didn't like high-school at all.
My tale begins with a very studious year at Gosford High, not huge amounts of friends but some good memories all round. Then my parents decided they wanted a country lifestyle so we moved a 10 hour drive away to North Coast NSW. Well that was a big change, I felt like I had moved to another country with the slang, different lifestyles and close knit groups that had already formed the year before. A lot of people had grown up together so it was really hard trying to make friends and see what group I fitted into. I eventually did find some friends but never really melded with one group as I was very different to everyone else, I had grown up a stone's throw from Sydney and really didn't suit country living. At that age I knew what I wanted and didn't want, and that pretty much clashed with everyone else. While they were off experimenting with smoking, sex, drugs and parties. I was quite happy at home chilling with my family, listening to music, watching TV, playing computer games and cooking. I dreamed of moving back to the city and being independent, having my own unit and working at a big flash company. Just so you know I wasn't all that boring in High school, I did party, have boyfriends and some great fun with friends getting up to no good, but it was all safe and innocent. I was probably the only one who was not remotely interested in drugs, smoking and drinking soo much that I didn't remember a thing. So leaving high school and beginning Uni was truly the beginning of my life! More diversity of people with many different life experiences, which was such a great thing!
I could go on, but I don't want to bore you more when this blog is already getting long, but I suppose you can see my aversion to these so called reunions.
Has anyone been to their High School Reunion, tell us how it went or your high school experience?
Anyways it was about High School Reunion's and the drama of one particular school, which reminded me that I have been invited to a High School 10 year reunion/catch-up being arranged by some from our year. Being on facebook it has been a lot easier to connect with those from my high school and it has been nice to see what some have been doing. But frankly, the last thing I want to do is go to a gathering filled with people who form part of the most horrid years of anyone's life "teenage-hood"! I really don't understand the attraction, like me, many people I'm sure really didn't like high-school at all.
My tale begins with a very studious year at Gosford High, not huge amounts of friends but some good memories all round. Then my parents decided they wanted a country lifestyle so we moved a 10 hour drive away to North Coast NSW. Well that was a big change, I felt like I had moved to another country with the slang, different lifestyles and close knit groups that had already formed the year before. A lot of people had grown up together so it was really hard trying to make friends and see what group I fitted into. I eventually did find some friends but never really melded with one group as I was very different to everyone else, I had grown up a stone's throw from Sydney and really didn't suit country living. At that age I knew what I wanted and didn't want, and that pretty much clashed with everyone else. While they were off experimenting with smoking, sex, drugs and parties. I was quite happy at home chilling with my family, listening to music, watching TV, playing computer games and cooking. I dreamed of moving back to the city and being independent, having my own unit and working at a big flash company. Just so you know I wasn't all that boring in High school, I did party, have boyfriends and some great fun with friends getting up to no good, but it was all safe and innocent. I was probably the only one who was not remotely interested in drugs, smoking and drinking soo much that I didn't remember a thing. So leaving high school and beginning Uni was truly the beginning of my life! More diversity of people with many different life experiences, which was such a great thing!
I could go on, but I don't want to bore you more when this blog is already getting long, but I suppose you can see my aversion to these so called reunions.
Has anyone been to their High School Reunion, tell us how it went or your high school experience?
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
A precious gem...PATIENCE!
Mother used to say "Patience is a virtue!", I can see that but patience sure is a strange and eluding thing. Many people have it but more don't have it. Personally I have a lot of patience for different things and with differing degrees. So how do you develop this precious gem called patience?
Lately my family's patience has been tested. As you may or may not know we plan to move to a bigger place. Our little unit which has been a great start is certainly too small for the three of us. After the disastrous flooding incident, which started the snowball of havoc, we seem to have everything getting back to normal. Unfortunately we still have to wait a few months before we can start packing!
To make it worse everything about our place is starting to get on our nerves, especially the ignorant neighbour. I certainly won't miss that tinkle sound from the unit up stairs, or people parking in the no parking zones especially when there is a sign saying 'no visitor parking'. Another pet hate, the junk mail that gets put on top of the letter boxes and then flies all over the place making our unit look like a tip and no one picks it up but us. Perhaps the bins that are smelly and overflowing and don't get put out unless we do it. Also the waterfall of water over the upstairs balcony that goes all over our stuff below.... oh I could go on. I know we are at the tipping point; we cannot avoid our neighbours as there are too many common areas so we keep biting our tongue! Mine is getting a little bloody from the bite marks, patience sure is wearing thin. We dream of a little house all to ourselves, no body corp, no neighbours! Ahh peace at last... well I'll keep dreaming and somehow figure out how to stretch the hair thin piece of patience I have left.
Suggestions anyone for developing patience?
Lately my family's patience has been tested. As you may or may not know we plan to move to a bigger place. Our little unit which has been a great start is certainly too small for the three of us. After the disastrous flooding incident, which started the snowball of havoc, we seem to have everything getting back to normal. Unfortunately we still have to wait a few months before we can start packing!
To make it worse everything about our place is starting to get on our nerves, especially the ignorant neighbour. I certainly won't miss that tinkle sound from the unit up stairs, or people parking in the no parking zones especially when there is a sign saying 'no visitor parking'. Another pet hate, the junk mail that gets put on top of the letter boxes and then flies all over the place making our unit look like a tip and no one picks it up but us. Perhaps the bins that are smelly and overflowing and don't get put out unless we do it. Also the waterfall of water over the upstairs balcony that goes all over our stuff below.... oh I could go on. I know we are at the tipping point; we cannot avoid our neighbours as there are too many common areas so we keep biting our tongue! Mine is getting a little bloody from the bite marks, patience sure is wearing thin. We dream of a little house all to ourselves, no body corp, no neighbours! Ahh peace at last... well I'll keep dreaming and somehow figure out how to stretch the hair thin piece of patience I have left.
Suggestions anyone for developing patience?
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