What a day

It started well. After much deliberation I’ve finally decided on a (rough) design for my tattoo. My appreciations to those who put up with my mental joyride over that today. :)

Then late this afternoon we went to see about the possibility of getting a new car. For a few reasons we needed something a little bigger, and though we were fully expecting the finance people to tell us to bog off, for some reason they didn’t (silly people!). So we pick up the new car on Tuesday evening.

We get home, talking about what we’ll have for dinner, and which tattoo parlours to pick on tomorrow. In the midst of these discussions we were mulling around doing various tasks, and I had to go out to the front of the house to put some rubbish in the bin. I open the front door and wuuuuush…I did a superman act as I fell over the step and onto the second step, landing on my side half on the step and half on the pavement.

It’s amazing how much shock you get just from a simple fall when you’re older (not that I’m ancient, but still). I’m not even sure how it happened, just that I hit the floor with a thud, heard some passer by exclaim ‘Ouch I felt that’ (like I didn’t?!), and then realised I couldn’t get up because of excruciating pain in my ankle and hand/wrist. After a few minutes of sitting on the floor looking dazed and confused, hubby managed to help me up and get me inside. For the rest of the night I’ve been hobbling around on one foot cursing, knowing that for the next couple of days I’m going to feel like a total invalid, just because I tripped up!

It’s pretty funny looking back at it now, I must have looked hilarious flying out of my front door onto the path. I just hope the pain in my ankle dulls tomorrow, if not I fear a trip to the hospital may be in order, and who wants to spend the bank holiday weekend there…

Witches, pasties and tattooes!

Boscastle Bridge I’m back from my week long break in Cornwall, feeling duly refreshed if a little inundated with things to catch up on. Cornwall = wow! I loved it, such a beautiful place. The picture on the right there is Boscastle bridge (you may remember the name from a couple of years back when those savage floods took place and hit the news).

Boscastle is an outstanding place. It’s only a small town, but the atmosphere is amazing. I can’t describe it adequately, but the town somehow felt ‘clean’. Or maybe I’m just too used to the high polutions of city life. We spent a great afternoon there – had lunch (a proper cornish pastie, it was huge!), a walk around the lovely shops (money was spent!), and of course visited the Witchcraft Museum. The museum is well worth a visit, whether like me you are pagan or not, there’s a lot of untold history contained within those walls. They had a beautiful athame for sale there too, but at £130 I winced and walked on (much to the relief of the other half).

There’s such a lot I could write about the places we visited, but I just don’t have time right now. I’ve also got a few photo’s that I need to sort out, edit, and upload. Maybe when that’s done I’ll write a little more.

And now for something completely different – tattoes. I’ve wanted to get a tattoo for years now, but I’ve always been put off by potential pain. I’m not too brilliant with either pain or needles (I had my nose pierced some years ago and almost passed out, I’m a complete wuss). But lately I’ve had a yearn for a tattoo again, just a small one, so I’m psyching myself up to it. I’ve even been dreaming about getting a tattoo!

One hurdle I have though – how do I tell a good tattooist? And I don’t want any old tattoo, I want an original design, so how do I go about finding someone to design it for me? If anyone reading this can answer these questions then please do leave a comment. I don’t want a design that’s overly complicated or anything (I was thinking a triple moon symbol with a pentacle in the centre), but this is something that will last a lifetime so I want to make sure it’s done properly.

Slowly slowly catchy monkey…

Yes, it’s now almost 3 weeks since I said I was going to give this place an overhaul. As you can see it hasn’t happened. Oh well, nobody will die because of it, and I’m not rushing myself. We’re going on a 5 day break in Cornwall next week, so hopefully I’ll come back with a clear head and some renewed enthusiasm.

I’ve also had an idea for another site. More on the personal side and nothing that I want to advertise as such, but still, I struggle to update this one these days. Must resist….m-u-s-t r-e-s-i-s-t….I have more domain names than I know what to do with as it is. Plus I’ve promised to help a couple of people out with their sites and I’m way overdue on those promises. There just aren’t enough hours in the day lately!

My baby is 13

My baby turned 13 yesterday. I know parents say it all the time, but it’s true, it seems like only yesterday that she was born. In the blink of an eye 13 years have gone by and I’m now responsible for a teenager.

It makes you feel old (doesn’t seem all that long ago that I was 13), but I feel old and proud. She’s a blessing, as are all children to their parents. Here’s to the next 13 years!

The proverbial feather duster

Can you find your way through the cobwebs around here?

Me either – time to get the proverbial feather duster out! By Friday I hope to have upgraded this and that, and have a new theme in place. Even I’m fed up of looking at black (and generally I like dark themes). It’s time to let the sun shine through a bit methinks!

While I’m there I think I might get rid of the tagging system too, it’s getting on my nerves and doesn’t really serve a useful purpose for me (other than having a pretty tag cloud to look at).

In other news – because of pressing personal stuff going on I took the decision to leave the Freshly Pressed team. Quite a sad decision (it’s a great team!) but a necessary one for me. On a brighter note though, my counselling has finally finished! Doesn’t mean that my depression has been completely lifted, but it does mean that I’ve made progress. Progress = good. :)