I've not been the best blogger lately. I've already said I haven't been reading many blogs, and those I have read I haven't commented on. However, I still love my blog. More importantly, I love the friendships I have made through my blog. The people I never would have "met" without my blog. To me, you are all great and I want to thank you all for being very special people.
I promise I will write a post over the holidays detailing the events of the past month - some of which have been good, some bad and some wonderfully lovely.
Merry Xmas to one and all,
Spencer.
Wednesday, 21 December 2011
Thursday, 15 December 2011
What to say?
It feels like I've been away from this blog for such a long time. I feel a little naughty for not reading or writing. Maybe, I should go and stand in the corner?
Even though I'm here I don't know what to say.
So, I will just say I hope you are all well.
Even though I'm here I don't know what to say.
So, I will just say I hope you are all well.
Monday, 21 November 2011
Am I doing this right?
Just lately I've been finding myself asking the question, "am I doing this right?"
I don't wish to sound a neurotic Woody Allen type but, I guess, on some levels, that is exactly what I am and that is causing me to question whether I am actually any good at this life thing.
I have begun to wonder if I am to life, what my mate is to common sense. My mate is the cleverest person I know but, when it comes to common sense, he makes a camel looked gifted. At a time when I am trying to make life simple, I seem to be making it more and more complicated without having the first idea how I'm managing to make such a tangled mess.
As my regular readers will know I decided to take a break from the dating scene, at least whilst I sorted my head out, and concentrate on developing friendships. In that respect things have been going great - or at least that was what I thought until Saturday night when my friend declared that she, "loved me."
By my reckoning, in the past 12 months, three women have told me they love me, one woman hasn't (obviously, more than one hasn't - but, hopefully, you know what I mean?) and one has displayed hatred towards me (yes, my relationship with the ex-wife is still strained!).
Is it just me that makes this sort of complicated mess?
I don't wish to sound a neurotic Woody Allen type but, I guess, on some levels, that is exactly what I am and that is causing me to question whether I am actually any good at this life thing.
I have begun to wonder if I am to life, what my mate is to common sense. My mate is the cleverest person I know but, when it comes to common sense, he makes a camel looked gifted. At a time when I am trying to make life simple, I seem to be making it more and more complicated without having the first idea how I'm managing to make such a tangled mess.
As my regular readers will know I decided to take a break from the dating scene, at least whilst I sorted my head out, and concentrate on developing friendships. In that respect things have been going great - or at least that was what I thought until Saturday night when my friend declared that she, "loved me."
By my reckoning, in the past 12 months, three women have told me they love me, one woman hasn't (obviously, more than one hasn't - but, hopefully, you know what I mean?) and one has displayed hatred towards me (yes, my relationship with the ex-wife is still strained!).
Is it just me that makes this sort of complicated mess?
Friday, 18 November 2011
A reversal of fortune!
Towards the end of my marriage, and with just a little encouragement from my ex-wife, I decided to have a vasectomy. At the beginning I wasn't entirely comfortable with the decision but my ex-wife was positive that we wouldn't be having anymore children so it seemed the right move.
However, over these last few weeks I've been feeling decidedly broody. I don't know if it's because of the beautiful new born pictures that VBC has been posting, because it feels like a time for new beginnings or, perhaps, I just love being a dad but I do know I could get quite excited about the prospect of a little baby in my life.
Today, I even looked at the prices of reversal procedures.
Strange times!
Am I alone in getting these feelings? (I don't think I've ever had them before even when I was about to become a dad).
However, over these last few weeks I've been feeling decidedly broody. I don't know if it's because of the beautiful new born pictures that VBC has been posting, because it feels like a time for new beginnings or, perhaps, I just love being a dad but I do know I could get quite excited about the prospect of a little baby in my life.
Today, I even looked at the prices of reversal procedures.
Strange times!
Am I alone in getting these feelings? (I don't think I've ever had them before even when I was about to become a dad).
Tuesday, 15 November 2011
Catch-22
I love Catch 22 - everything about it - it is possibly the finest piece of literature I've ever had the pleasure to read. At any one time there is always a quote from it circling around in my overloaded brain. However, just lately this one has been surfacing the most:
"Yossarian: He was very old.
Luciana: But he was a boy.
Yossarian: Well, he died. You don't get any older than that."
I like to think that my friend had a good life, a full life and an enjoyable life but, I keep coming back to the fact that he didn't have a long life and I didn't get the opportunity to have one last drink with him. It's only when I lose someone that I realise how much they mean to me.
RIP my friend.
PS. Learn a lesson from my friend and don't forget to take out that a travel insurance policy. It is costing his family a fortune getting him cremated in Thailand.
"Yossarian: He was very old.
Luciana: But he was a boy.
Yossarian: Well, he died. You don't get any older than that."
I like to think that my friend had a good life, a full life and an enjoyable life but, I keep coming back to the fact that he didn't have a long life and I didn't get the opportunity to have one last drink with him. It's only when I lose someone that I realise how much they mean to me.
RIP my friend.
PS. Learn a lesson from my friend and don't forget to take out that a travel insurance policy. It is costing his family a fortune getting him cremated in Thailand.
Saturday, 12 November 2011
Wednesday, 9 November 2011
Appropriate blogging subjects?
Just lately I've been wondering what are appropriate blogging subjects. Is it appropriate, for example, to blog about the following:
a) The end of relationship and the upset that causes?
b) The start of a new relationship and the excitement and apprehension that causes?
c) The sudden, and untimely death, of a close friend and the sorrow that causes?
d) The ever changing relationship with an ex who also happens to be a parent to your children?
e) The enduring love for a child?
f) Emails that you've received criticising your previous blog subjects?
or should blogging be kept to "safe" subjects, for example:
1) Product reviews,
2) Charming stories about cheeky statements made by your children,
3) Veiled digs at other bloggers,
I'm not entirely sure. What do you think?
Also, I read a lovely little quote from John F.Kennedy which goes as follows:
"The Chinese use two brush strokes to write the word 'crisis.' One brush stroke stands for danger; the other for opportunity. In a crisis, be aware of the danger - but recognize the opportunity."
a) The end of relationship and the upset that causes?
b) The start of a new relationship and the excitement and apprehension that causes?
c) The sudden, and untimely death, of a close friend and the sorrow that causes?
d) The ever changing relationship with an ex who also happens to be a parent to your children?
e) The enduring love for a child?
f) Emails that you've received criticising your previous blog subjects?
or should blogging be kept to "safe" subjects, for example:
1) Product reviews,
2) Charming stories about cheeky statements made by your children,
3) Veiled digs at other bloggers,
I'm not entirely sure. What do you think?
Also, I read a lovely little quote from John F.Kennedy which goes as follows:
"The Chinese use two brush strokes to write the word 'crisis.' One brush stroke stands for danger; the other for opportunity. In a crisis, be aware of the danger - but recognize the opportunity."
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