In the open now

It's out there in the open now. No point letting it rot and ferment inside of me. No point at all to feel all sad and small and insecure. There are bigger things to think about. Work to be done. Family and Belle to love. Things to do. I am hoping that all things work out like in the good sorta Fairy Tales...

Inspiration to write

Of late I have had such inspiration to write. I could look at something and then think of what to write about it. A memory that I had awakened, something that reminded me of something that reminded me of something or just an analogy I made up.

So many words and themes danced in my mind but I was just out of reach of a pen or paper or was in the midst of something to write it all down. Then when I get home, the words don't come. It is so frustating but I am sure it will come back to me, these words that sometimes elude me and the memories which sometimes tarnishes and fades.

Btw, I have found several lovely blog sites to read/browse. I enjoy glimpsing into the lives of these people with their seemingly perfect lives. Its like a breeze on a warm sticky day, a icy cool drink when the sun beats down on me. I think I have become a sort of blog/site follower *woot woot* will share the links with you soon.

A big thanks to them bloggers *grin grin*

Rain and Belle

I don’t like the rain when I work or when I am far away from home or more like when I am far away from Belle these days. I worry about her and wonder if she is afraid and if she is crying or doing her little puppy dog sounds. So far she has been pretty tough not batting an eyelid when the thunder crashes or the rains pour. But perhaps it’s because we are with her that she doesn’t mind the noise or is not afraid… I don’t know.
It would be good though if I could go home now and just be with her. I think its more for my benefit then hers really.


I also keep replaying the scene in my mind when she bit onto my pants leg yesterday and how I tried to shake her off and how I accidentally swung her a little too hard and how her little body thumped against the kitchen cabinet door and how she was just stunned and then walked away with her head down. I called to her and she came to me and I tried to make amends with her and to soothe and her and say I was sorry and it seemed that she accepted but I still feel like shit when I think about what I did to her. I am hoping she doesn’t remember these things but remembers instead the fun times we have and the way we are together.


Life has truly changed with Belle in my life. I cant wait to go home and sometimes she annoys me so that I wish I could be some where else but then at the end of the day I always go back to Belle. I always want to see her and to have her near me. To have her little pink tongue licking my palms or my cheeks. To have her little paw in mine and to look into those big sad looking eyes. Gosh! I am gushing. *grin grin* But this is the effect she has on me and I think my mum loves her as much and so does Brian. My dad and brother are warming up to her but then it will take awhile for Belle to behave herself anyways.


So yea… amidst me packing up and doing my filing and organizing for my move up, my thoughts stray to Belle. Always to Belle now. I believe I am in love with lovely Belle.

Last Monday @ The Bank.

Hope is always available to us.

When we feel defeated,

we need only take a deep breath

and say, “Yes”,
and hope will reappear.

- Monroe Forester -

~*~*~*~

It’s Monday.

I am wearing a red top with white trim on, black pants,

my new black sling backs showing of my red shiny toe nails,

my Longines watch, my Inter Nos Marc Jacobs bracelet,
a new red and silver diamante bracelet from B’s mum

and pretty decent hair for a Monday.

It is also my second last day

as an official employee of The Bank.


I have not started packing my things.

Indeed there are heaps more things that need to be done

but alas time is never on our side when we need a tad more of it.

I am getting a little nervous about how I am going to pack everything

and finish my handover list.

How can one fully handover things?

And these things are my kinda like my babies and

it’s hard to let them go to someone else.

Then I sneak peeks at my fellow colleagues and

the view I get from my cubicle.

I dare say I have one of the better seats in the department

with additional drawers and a pretty large area around me.

I will truly miss this my cubicle. My things.

The people I share smiles with when I am

on a water run or making my way to meetings.


Yet at the same time I am excited

and looking forward to sitting somewhere new,

doing somewhat similar yet different things.

This will be a good move I believe.

A move that is needed and which will be rewarding.

I start my filing soon, tidy up my handover list,

clear the store and then I begin packing.

It will be a late day today I believe...

Unless I cave in and miss Belle so much
which could very well be a possiblity.

That baby puppy has wormed her way so comfortably

into my heart *grins grins*
Cheers to my last Monday @ The Bank.

Only the strong

The strongest people aren’t always the people who win,

but the people who don’t give up when they lose.

- Ashley Hodgeson -

Laments

Again I lament that at times like this

I am tired of being the parent.

After so long

After so long,

the things you do and say

still make me go all fuzzy inside.

XOXO

Awww...

My heart went 'awwww...' when I saw you carrying SnickerDoodles and talking to her. You still surprise me with the things that you do and say. I heart you Boo.

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Taking the plunge

Finally after years of hate that turned into indifference, after months of considering, after weeks of debating, I finally took the plunge and got a puppy. SnickerDoodles is a 7 week old female puppy who is already breaking hearts.

Who would ever believe this or see this coming? I sure didn't. I am hoping that Snickers will be a well behaved dog and that we will have many a grand adventures with her.

Thank you God for sending Snickers into our lives.


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