when's the funeral?

This summer I'm going to 4 weddings and a ............ at the moment there is no funeral, but everytime I tell someone that this summer I'm going to 4 weddings people they seem to ask "when's the funeral" or "who's died". Funny. But not so funny if there actually were a funeral. So anyhow, tomorrow I head up to Scotland for the 1st of the 4 weddings. I'm quite excited. I love love, and seeing others in love and celebrating love. It's God's greatest gift and it should be celebrated. Woohoo.

I finished my book..

It had both an unexpected sad bit that made me cry and an unexpected ending which wasn't what I'd hoped for. It was still good though.

Now back to Red Moon Rising.

Don't do what I want to do and want to what I don't do..

I miss quoted the title but I'm pretty sure you catch my drift.

The other day I happened to be looking at the Wesley Owen website and I came across a book. It looked like a book that I would really relate to, but I knew if I bought it, it would mean I'd put down 'Red Moon Rising' which I am suppose to read before I go to Ibiza and start reading the book that is more appealing for me. I've only read the first 3 chapters of Red Moon Rising as it is which isn't very good.

So I decided not to buy this book.

I was downstairs in the bookshop waiting for Vivo so I could go over something with her and I started to flick through a magazine. And there it was again, this book. The book that I knew I wanted to read. It was a review, and as I read the review I was convinced I needed to get it and not only that the cover of the book was popart I know you can't judge a book by it's cover but popart is so me. So there and then I asked Vivo to order it for me. Shockingly it arrived the following day which was yesterday, and it meant that last night I started reading it and I had to force myself to put it down in order to get to sleep at a reasonable hour.

Why.... was this book so important? Why was it important enough for me to stop what I was meant to be doing to read it? well I figure it's for a few reasons.

The book is by Jeff Lucas, it's the first fiction book he's ever written and what did he do... Well, he's written a fiction book that is a diary of a 27 year old Christian girl. Odd choice for your first fiction book as a middle aged man!!!! And as I turn 27 this year I figured I'd probably relate to this girl, and it just so happens it's as if he could be writing about me. Everything about this book intrigued me and now I can't seem to put it down. Jeff Lucas I salute you and am frustrated with you at the same time because I really should be reading Red Moon Rising not Helen Sloan's diary.

In other news....

I have a whopper of a bruise on my knee and I need it to go before I attend a wedding next week, or cover up will be being applied to my knee.

Michael Jackson has died and all I have to say on that matter is "there are people dying, if you care enough for the living, make it a better place" and "it doesn't matter if you're black or white" and "I don't blame it on the sunshine, I don't blame it on the moonlight, I don't blame it on the good times....... I blame it on the boogy".

I'm meeting my mum for lunch, she's gona treat me.. NICE!

I just did .... 'a Lauren'!

A bit earlier I accidentally sent a text to my mum that I was meant to send to Neil. In the text I called my mum 'honey'. She wasn't particularly impressed.

Personally I don't get what her problem is... I mean surely honey is better than the following (which I very possibly could have called her)...

Handsome
Stud
Stud Muffin
Hot Stuff
Sexy Beast of a Man
Hunk
Lover Boy

Quiet Day!

I've been manning the church bookshop this morning (it's only open mornings) and I've had 3 customers and taken £8.50. Either it's always this quiet and I have no idea how it's surviving or the recession is still going on. That or,,, it's just a quiet day.

Oddness isn't quite the word....

I guess limbo is more the word.

I'm currently in a stage of my life which is a little odd. On one hand I am extremely happy on the other hand I'm extremely frustrated.

This causes things to feel topsytervy.

I feel at times I can't do anything right, I feel inadequate, I feel I get blamed a lot for things and as a result I now expect things to be my fault (when they're not), I feel tired a lot of the time (which could be due to recovering from an op), and when I look at my weeks and see them jam packed full it causes so much frustration. Maz said something to me the other day she said "you control your own busyness" and she's right, I just haven't really controlled it very well lately. I hated it when I was off sick sitting down at home and doing nothing, and I couldn't wait to be busy again and now I'm busy again I kind of like the idea of stting at home and doing nothing but I also want to be active - See oddness!

On the flip side I really seem to be enjoying life, I'm enjoying my work, I'm enjoying church, I'm expectant about change and new things (for once change isn't totally making me freak out), I love summer and have been enjoying the sunshine, I'm enjoying both watching plants on the allotment grow and watching Neil's beard grow, it gives me a sense that things are growing, moving, and not just on the allotment or on Neil's face but in life in general, it feels like things are growing, changing, maturing, enjoying.

In essence I feel happy and frustrated at the same time and it's just a limbo like odd place.

Sometimes I feel

My life would be so much easier if someone else was living it for me...

Takers? Anyone?

In season...

I've just found out that June is the time for wood pigeon to be in season to eat.

With my current eating habits - I just don't fancy wood pigeon.