Let It Be SD

SD has one or two OCD tendencies, remember the sock saga?

He's very much 'a place for everything and everything in it's place' kind of guy totally at odds with his Surfer Dude appearance and generally laid back attitude.

Me?  Well I'm more 'an under everything there is something' kind of girl.

It's not that I'm particularly messy.  If I look around right now I'd say my house is fairly tidy.  It's 8:30 on a Friday morning and the beds are made, the breakfast dishes are washed (although not dried) and there's a basket full of washing ready to hang out on the line.

But, in addition to that there is an eyeliner and and lip gloss on the table next to the sofa, a pair of Miss Macs school trousers hanging over the back of one of the dining room chairs and a jumble of things, keys, earrings etc in the blue glass bowl on the Merchants Chest.  These things do not offend me.

Miss Mac has a habit of leaving a trail of possessions in her wake.  School blazer tossed on a chair, bag dumped on the floor, books scattered over the table.  This also doesn't particularly offend me, eventually they make their way to their rightful place.

Remember the kitten who lives behind the fridge ....?

Well, in the last few days he's obviously decided that we aren't planning on sticking him in the slow cooker and having him for tea and he's become more adventurous.

Here he is sitting on the coffee table while I type just a couple of feet away (yes that is a little pile of DVDs next to the telly that should be put away ;).

He's starting to behave like a normal kitten which means that everything is a toy to him.

Last night Miss Mac left a box of pencils amongst a jumble of things on the dining table and the kitten took a flying leap knocking everything onto the floor.

SD and I were drinking coffee in the front room at the time and I would have quite happily left the kitten to play until Miss Mac came down and tidied up her own stuff.  I could see SD getting a little twitchy at my slovenliness but I ignored it, I feel it is my path in life  to temper his compulsions so I ignored him and carried on chatting.

However, when I went to the loo I came back to find him scrabbling under the table, picking up the pencils and putting them in something.

I watched with some amusement as, putting the last pencil carefully away, he stood up and they all fell back onto the floor.

SD looked with some consternation at the red and white spotted 'pencil case'   in his hand trying to work out what was going on.

The look of horror on his face when he realised he was in fact clutching a pair of Miss Mac's boxer style pants was priceless.

Somehow I don't think he's going to be so keen to tidy up for me in future ...

Setting Fire To The Loo and Other Stuff

So ...  the other day I set fire to the loo ....

I know, you're thinking RESPECT right? 

Well I don't like to boast or anything but Im pretty sure it's not something just anyone could do ....

Besides, it needs just the right combination of ingredience including:

A kitten;

some kitchen roll;

A saucepan full of homemade passata and...

Umm, well -  me I guess ;-)

Actually I was a little surprised that it was possible too.  And no, I wasn't sitting on it at the time and no, it wasn't the result of a vindaloo as was suggested by one of my (ex ;)  FB friends (seriously lowering the tone of my wall like I NEEDED any help with that thankyouverymuch!)

I actually popped on here to do a little editing to a post I wrote a few days ago and didn't finish called 'My Name Is Sarah' but I decided it was shite so Id do a little waffling instead.

I've had an 'interesting couple of weeks' - I've been to a party that (after a slow start) turned into the stuff of legends (mostly due to photographic evidence, got to admit, the event itself is a little hazy).

I've been 20ft up an apple tree which scared the crap out of me but the view was awesome.

I've been eyed up by a randy bull.

I've been out with a group of friends to listen to some live music by a band that made the whole pub rock and I've been to an awards evening.

Now nearly all of those things have had one thing in common:

Wherever I've gone I've been greeted by cries of 'Your Name Is Sarah!'

Ok, maybe NOT by the randy bull but he had that look in his eye like he kind of  KNEW me!

Apart from the fact that I'm getting a complex, I mean, I KNOW my name's  Sarah ok.  I cant help wondering ....

Who the bloody hell ARE all these people????

I've been clasped to sweaty chests, I've been kissed and hugged, I've been treated like the prodigal son, I've been shaken around like a bloody cocktail (dance floor at the party where I was literally SUCKED into the midst of some freaky reunion except I swear didn't know anyone) until I was in danger of shooting out of my dress like toothpaste out of a tube *

I dunno, it's either some kind of conspiracy or I spent a large part of my 20's so hammered I've blocked it out ...

SD (who has been there on several of these occasions) seems to finds it very funny in a nudge, nudge kind of way and takes great pleasure out of creating scenarios to fit how these people (mostly men ok, I admit it!!) might know me.

It's freaking me out a little and I'm seriously considering changing my name!

*note to self - buy longer dress for next party!

Thinking Aloud

I've been thinking a bit about how I blog.

I think erratically pretty much covers it these days ;)

Last count I had 27 posts in draft dating back over several months all in various stages. Most of them don't deserve to see the light of day to be honest so I may have a clear out but there's some good stuff amongst the dross which just needs a little work.

In the last few weeks I haven't managed much other than the weekly Five Sentence Fiction posts and while I enjoy the way they really make me think, it isn't really what I and Fudge are all about.

Anyone who's been following my blog for a while will know that I have a theory that's based around those 'things' that I do and that happen to me.

My theory is that 'things' happen to everyone, not just to me.  All I do is try to find the humour in them and tell you all about them.

Obviously I'm not the only person to do this,most of you have your own blogs and own stories to tell but in general, the funny stuff that happens to people just doesn't get heard.

So, back to my posts in draft.  My collection of stories that haven't been heard.  I'm going to do a little revisiting, see what I can salvage, remind myself and you that these things still happen and that I can still see the funny side of life.

And what about the future ....  Well, what I'd like to do is to carry on with FSF, it's a great discipline for a rambler like me and, at the same time, I'm going to try a weekly update on what Ive been up to with special 'guest' posts for anything that deserves a space of it's own.

Finally, I found a great humour blog through some convoluted blog hopping which has a limerick challenge every week.  I love a bit of poetry and limericks suit my style so I'm going to give it a bash every now and then.

I think a bit of structure is what my blog needs, actually, not just my blog but me as well so let's see how it goes ...

Shhh ...

Just noticed a Freudian slip in my last post and I can't quite bring myself to correct it - I wonder if anyone will notice ...  ;-)

Five Sentence Fiction - Detour

Linking up with Lillie McFerrin for FFS


 


With bare feet leaving a trail of dark imprints in the damp grass, shedding skeins of memories twisted and tangled in her wake, unwinding every tendril that grasped at her wrist and ankle she moved further away from the smouldering remains of the before.

Ashes, soft as snowflakes, dark as night fell about her - the acrid flavour of charred dreams touched her lips before melting on her tongue, the decaying scent of disillusionment hanging heavy in the tainted air.

Love, trust and belief lay strewn about her unseen as she left the well worn path of broken dreams, weary  of the cuts it left in her feet and the thorns it plunged into her heart she went in search of the spirit of hope, the one element remaining after all others had scattered across the earth.

Water, cool and pure poured down on her from above cleansing her body and washing the grime from her soul.

Stepping refreshed from the fall of water her eyes opened through the droplets that clung to her lashes and her heart lifted as she saw the untrodden path that stretched to the future.

Five Sentence Fiction - Exquisite

 

 

 

 

A whisper of woodsmoke trickled from her mouth as she exhaled, clinging like a cobweb in her throat it threatened to choke her before drifting harmlessly into the still air.

 

Lying motionless and alone she gently ran her fingers through her soul.

 

The searing heat had stripped the flesh from her bones, taking with it the light from her eyes, the trust from her heart, consuming everything in it's path -  everything that made her whole ...  leaving her burnt, bloodied, mangled and destroyed  ...  everything that is but her passion -  a passion she had carried for several lifetimes - a passion that lingered in her blood, renewing her body when seemingly nothing remained.

 

Rising naked and reborn, dust swirling in her wake, she breathed deeply before allowing a soft smile of regret to briefly touch her lips.

 

As she stretched out a bare foot from the ashes towards the cool damp grass she paused and tenderly blew a kiss before silently slipping away.

I'm Cool (but sometimes I'm hot ;)

The observant amongst you may have caught a post I wrote yesterday.

Those of you who missed it, well, it's back in draft which is possibly where it should have stayed all along.

I've been combining a lot of things lately, playing hard (yes, I will at some point tell you about that) - working hard, thinking hard and amongst all of that I've been struggling with that bloody insomnia and a disturbing lack of appetite.

I have a tendency to over extend myself and to not recognise my limitations.  Now, that's not always a bad thing, it means that I'll give most things a go but it does also mean that I sometimes find myself frustrated when I can't achieve the goals I've set myself and I will exhaust myself both physically and mentally trying to.

Amongst all of that I sometimes lose sight of the things that really matter. 

On Sunday I was sideswiped by some news that I had.  In some ways it was more the delivery of that news rather than the actual content that shook me.

Anyway, now that I've had a little time to think about things I can see that this news isn't actually as ... hmm, trying to think of the right word here - bad isn't quite right and devastating is certainly an over reaction.

Whatever...

I wrote yesterdays post after very little sleep and it attracted comments from a couple of my favourite bloggers, K from Kelloggsville  and Car from End'o the Road, both left really lovely comments and they made me think.

Later in the day I was reading through a few blog posts when I came across one from E at Whining at the World - E has given me the Liebster Blog Award - now how's THAT for timing?  On a day when I was seriously questioning if I had anything to give the blogosphere not one, not two, but THREE of the people who's blogs I love and who I have grown to know over the last 18 months or so give me EVERY reason to carry on.

Thank you so much :-)

It also reminded me that, rather shame fully, I never did properly acknowledge awards passed to me many months ago by Lou from Sunny Side and Joe from Cranky Old Man - of course I said thank you and I promised to follow them up with posts which I never did get around to writing.  No excuses for that and I'm sorry, it shall be done as will the one for E because I really do appreciate the faith you show in me!

I guess it made me realise that although I may doubt myself from time to time, I probably do have something to offer.

I guess I'm not just 'anybody' after all ...

I'm me, 'scatty with a hint of madness' - a little flakey at times - an unpredictable redhead prone to highs and lows but life is never boring and, as long as anyone wants to read about those damned 'things' then I'll carry on writing because one thing I'm sure of is that they will keep happening with me around ;-)