Showing posts with label Rotary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rotary. Show all posts

Sunday, 25 October 2009

To blog or not to blog

I am not sure how much longer I shall continue to blog. In the last year I have seen many of my blogger friends give up blogging. Whilst I am still here I don't blog anything like as much as I have done in the past. Days and sometimes even weeks go by before it even occurs to me to visit blogs. Now that is not how it was, there was a long time when I was visiting blogs several times a day not only to read new posts but to keep up with the comments too.


I think I have changed in the last few years since I began blogging. whether I realised it or not I used blogging as a kind of validation. friends leaving comments meant that people liked reading what I wrote. That made me feel good inside. But now I don't need other people to make me feel good. I feel more confident more worthy without the validation of others. Therefore I write less frequently, which in turn means that less people bother to read my blog and even fewer bother to leave comments. In the past I would have found this hard, but right now I am feeling good about myself and don't need the validation so much.


However I am glad that I have been blogging for the last 3 or is it 4 years as I have made some good friends and I shall stay in touch with those that I can even without a blog. If I don't have your email address and you would like to stay in touch, if I do give up blogging which is by no means certain at this moment in time please feel free to email me at ladyinred62@hotmail.co.uk.


In the last six months I have been feeling closer to my sons than I had been for a long time. We have always had a close bond but now I feel even closer to them even those who are not here. OJ turned 19 on Thursday and returned home on friday, his first trip home by train. I collected him from the station and we joined my mother and friend at a rotary club evening. My boys have been to several rotary quizzes and murder mystery evenings, this one was 'call my bluff'. The panel were brilliant, the food was provided by a local Spanish Restaurant (selection of tapas which I have never tried before). Next weekend I am being taken to a Spanish restaurant (I am wondering if it will be the same one) by a friend of the restauranteur.


I had been feeling on top of the world on Friday until about mid afternoon when a niggly pain in my temple started. For me this meant that although I enjoyed the evening I had difficulty keeping my concentration (especially as I had my back to the stage and had to turn right round). I found myself people watching whilst I half listened to the hilarious (but seriously delivered) definitions of the strangest of words. Being a rotary evening as I would expect the average age of those in attendance were 20 or 30 years my senior. I did notice though how much these people were all enjoying not only the entertainment and each other's company but the food and drink (there are always copious amounts of wine drunk at these events). I noticed that these men and women, mostly retired professionals know how to enjoy life (many are still children at heart giggling and telling jokes). Their lives are so very different from mine, but it made me realise that growing older doesn't mean we have to stop enjoying life. The pace of life might slow down a little but it doesn't have to stop. I hope that I am enjoying life like they do in 20 years time.

Tuesday, 24 June 2008

Crisis

After all these months things are about to change. I mentioned a while ago that I had told Mr Green I have been out socially 5 times so far this year. Once was my date with Coach, then there was the Company's Christmas dinner in January. In February I went to the dating site pub night with Harvey to keep him company. He was too shy to go on his own. It was a strange evening for me as I had just found Romeo and although he didn't mind, me going with Harvey, I felt out of place as I wasn't looking for a new man. Then in March there was the girls night out with my colleagues from work when MTBA began her maternity leave. All this excitement was topped off with the family outing that was the Rotary Quiz night, bizzarly, our team was called 'Lady in Red' (not my doing).




Since then I have of course had my night out with Vi and BB.




But..............










Things are a changing for me and at this rate by christmas I will have gone out socially at least a dozen times. This week I am going out on Thursday evening and Friday. Yay me I shan't know what has hit me, two nights out on the trot. Cinderella is going to the ball.










But here comes the crisis bit..................










Cinderella has nothing to wear to the ball.










Cinderella does not mind that she will have to wear something she has worn before, It does not matter to Cinderella that on Thursday night all the other women will be wearing expensive cocktail dresses or some may even be wearing fancy, evening dresses. All the men will be dressed in dinner jackets or perhaps a few in smart suits. There will be men in dickie bows and cummerbund. There will be ribbons and medals, sparkly jewelry, expensive perfume. Then there will be Cinderella in her cheap rags just enjoying the evening probaby wearing the same floaty summer skirt and possibly the same cowl neck cream top as last year( no one will notice).










But Cinderella has been bad, Cinderella has not been dilliegent about taking her hormone tablets. Cinderella has not been taking regular excercise either in the gym or the bedroom. Cinderella has been filling that empty space, where her love should be, with bread and pastry. Cinderella is afraid that even the meagre scraps of fabric that hang invitingly in her wardrobe might object to being wrapped around this expanding middle.










Friday night will be a different dilema. There will be lots of drinking, laughing, chatting and god forbid walking. Friday evening calls for Jeans and a smart casual top. Friday evening is the send off for slim girl as she embarks on a new and hopefully challenging new career. Friday evening may also in a small way be my celebration for my new improved work situation. Friday will in short be a 'piss up' in The City, I know I shall end up being embarrassed in one way or another. Both our MD and his side kick Harry will be there and there have been threats made by Harry to get us drunk.










So jeans it will be, blue or black I have yet to decide. But I have no idea what to wear with them for a night out on a pub crawl with the bosses. Any one who knows me will know that I prefer skirts and heels to trousers, and as for flats................










Whilst I am not one for designer labels (unless it's George of course) I do like to look my best whenever I can, even if I don't always manage it.





So any suggestions on what to wear (with a budget of £0).







ps I think I forgot to mention where I was going on Thursday.....Rotart Club President's Night Dinner











pps Romeo is back