Happy New Year, Nearly!

Wow it's been too long since I posted on here! I'm Twenty five now! Old! Well not that old but sometimes it feels like it. In all honesty this is not a planned Blog. That will be obvious. The end of this year has seen me ill which is my main reason for not posting.  So many people i know are happy that this year is ending and in all honesty I'm with them, not for me but for them.

So what will 2013 have in store for us?

Who Knows! I'm going to stop here and post next year.. i mean tomorrow! Well both!

So for those reading and thinking 'Oh she posted!' I'm sorry it's so short! but Happy New Year!.

God Bless you all. XxX

Fuel for thought

So I've spent the weekend at the wonderful 3generate youth conference in lychfield Nine young people, and four adults headed down on the Friday and came home on the Sunday afternoon in a mini bus and one car. (mine!)

I'm not the worlds best confident driver but I like to try and get better, the thing is I don't like driving places I don't know, but I'm learning.

This weekend not only did my sat nav send me round in circles (round places I did know!) for a hour! but I had another of my 'fuel' encounters. More of that later!

This was 3 gen last year. We only took five young people, and I earned the nickname 'Nana Trish' (if you ask i'll tell the story!) But this year taking nine was brilliant! Vicky and I after dropping off the two young people I was taking, headed off to a lovely premier inn for the Workers event. (the other two adults went to a B and B) It was really good and brilliant to find more people in the same position we were in. It was nice to be away from my home situation too.

So for my fuel story!

Call me lazy, call me lucky! But my car is very good for diesel and mileage, and I don't have to fill it up that often as (lucky me!) my dad does it as I drive him a lot of places.

So I must have filled my car up only a handful of times... Maybe just over???

So the first time i filled up my car i got 'bing bonged' meaning the guy on the till had to tell me off using the tannoy system...

I wasn't aware that the pump had to be authorised and then set to Zero AFTER the patron put the pump into the car.... oppps!
'Would pump number eleven please put the pump in her car!' (in tannoy speak! please repeat with your thump and forefinger pinching your nose!)

Mistake number one!
Mistake number two??

okay so hello supermarket petrol station!

One, make sure I've picked up the Diesel pump, check!
Two, don't wave the pump in the air just put it right in the car... Check!
... why isn't it going???
*Que tannoy person!*
'Would pump number eleven please select payment method!?*
What?! oh... click pay at kiosk of pay with card... Check!
turn bright red from people staring at you and bite bottom lip in embarrassment... check!

Mistake number three!Okay so maybe not a mistake but maybe sort of my fault.... ermmm...

RIGHT! get to none supermarket petrol station! (no pesky pay at kiosk buttons to push!)
two open petrol cap....
two open petrol cap....
Two.. open...
Why won't it open!!!!
Okay let me talk you through what i did when i got out of the car.
one get out and lock the car two try to open the petrol cap can't...So then i decided to try and unlock the car!
... it still wouldn't open.....
So I glanced round and saw a nice respectable looking guy getting out to fill his car up.
swallowing the redness in my face I started to say 'excuse me?' but he'd already gone into the shop... :(
when he came back!
'Excuse me? I can't get my petrol cap open...'
Luckily this man came equipped with a tool kit and got my cap open leaving me still mortified but at least I could fill up my car and I wasn't 'Bing bonged'


So! happy filling up your car! And If you meet any Methodists (or 3geners!) say hello were all lovely! :)


God bless you.

XxX

Walls, Gates and getting locked out.

Sometimes in Life certain things get thrown at you that you have to just deal with. About six weeks ago my dad was taken ill and I've had to step up and fill his size ten shoes with my size nine ones. There is a little bit of wiggle room!

With most of my family member being ill most of the time, my dad is normally the one person all of us can rely on, to be fine well and healthy. I know I'm being a little moany right now and most people will be thinking 'oh boo hoo the poor little girl has had to grow up' or something similar which is fine with me because that's what my head is saying too. But it's not that simple. For years and years with me being ill so young I have always though I'm slightly more grown up than I should be. Maybe I'm doing fine, I don't know.

So the title of this blog may have been slightly misleading but that's how I feel I feel like I've got lots of walls in my way that I have to climb over and then a pile of gates that I have to tunnel under and then when I finally get to the door it's locked and there's no way in.

One of the gates is my mother. We have an unfortunate habit of being able to get on each others nerves effortlessly,  but when my dad had to go into hospital I think I managed to get passed that gate at least for a little while. Tomorrow I have work and i get to teach a girl to play guitar so maybe that will help my current low mood.
One think I haven't mentioned is the ropes that keep coming over those walls and hauling me up I don't think I could have coped without my friends and my church family. So before I finish this little moan I just want to say. Thank you.

Letters, Questions and Four men

Good afternoon! well evening, and here i am again! how occasional do i have to be! So slowly painting my bridge and I were talking about our blogs and how i haven't written one in ages and ages. Maybe i needed kick starting into writing again, and after getting a little inspiration form the Road to creativity (great blog steph i enjoy reading it!) Here it goes.

So slowly painting my bridge had a birthday not so  long ago and for her birthday i decided to write a lwetter a day for her (all in one go and all in a nice box to keep.) but wow had i underestimated the task?! Yes!

So heres the question, if you had to write a letter a day to anyone for a year who would it be and what would your first letter say?

Now i'm quite used to writing letter to my pen friend but recently i haven't really written anything but i've been reading! I've gone back through all my marian keyes books and re read the lot. So whats your favourite book? and why?


Alright, Extract time. and it's a long one. Feedback welcome. XxX

Four men.

She looked around as she came in, but somehow she didn’t see him by the door way.

She wouldn’t have recognised him if she had.

Watching her he saw her glance through a sheaf of papers held loosely in her hands then drop them onto a small table. Other things were clearly on her mind.

So far he had seen ten of the eleven members of the K.T. This was the eleventh.

The second deadly woman, the fourth ranking member, shortly to be shunted down to five.

He had met her trainee a few days earlier and had been impressed by what he saw.

Tiger had not been like Bears protégée Eagle, he was an all round perfect hit man who didn’t quail at causing a woman pain.

“This one,” He thought “Always needs a reason to kill.”

He watched her sigh and move towards the half open door way slowly and pause there, not knocking to announce herself.

“At least she didn’t pass that trait on to him.”

Her breathing steadied out into low long breaths.

Cat, Bear and Lion had been in Lion’s meeting room for a while now,

‘Nearly two hours.’ he contemplated watching her brow furrow. He felt his own brow crease. He knew what they were discussing in there and was interested to see her reaction.

   He took a step towards her as she took a small step back rocking on her heels as if wanting to turn away from what she was hearing but couldn’t.

Then her eyes widened in shock and he found himself wanting to hug her, to comfort her. This of course would not do her any good.

He kept moving slow footstep after slow footstep matching her breathing until he was only a step behind her. She took another step and his arm’s closed around her waist.

“Eavesdropping,” he started in his deep tone “Never did any one any good.”

She tried to turn so he placed his hands at the crook of her elbows forcing her to stay still.

She smiled, and suddenly he wasn’t sure if she was who he thought she was.

“Your name girl?”

She didn’t answer, so quietly; almost like sharing a secret he whispered his request again into her ear.

“Your name?”

“You tell me yours.” She started, turning her head towards him slightly. “And I’ll consider telling you mine.”

He let himself smile at that response and buried his head into her hair his cheek along side hers.

He had done the same to the other one many years ago, he could remember how she smelt, the perfume she wore, and how her hair had been dark not as dark as this woman before him. He breathed in a deep satisfying sniff and relaxed into her sent.

“I can smell the fire in your soul.” he said partly hoping to scare her a little. But she smiled again.

“I’ll bet you say that to all the girls.” She replied.

He chuckled at that.

“So you must be Rabbit.”

He ran a hand through her hair

“Soft, light hearted and fluffy.”

He ran his hand down following the curvature of her spine.

“Lion certainly has a high opinion of you.”

She straightened up as he reached the base of her back.

“But personally,” he continued. “I don’t see the fluffy, soft, light hearted, rabbit.”

He wrapped his hands once more round her waist and pulled her into him.

“I see the sly, dangerous, and quick, Fox.”

He reached over her and tugged at her hair his hand stroking her cheek.

She opened he mouth to retort but the door swung open and Cat cast them both a half approved glance.

For half a second he thought she was going to say something any way, but Cat motioned back towards the meeting room.

“I take it you’re ready.”

Fox motioned towards the table with the stack of notes and Cat shook her head slightly glancing at the man.

“A million reasons not, to kill someone.”

She looked back at Fox.

“If you worked twice as hard at just doing your job then you’d probably have my job.”

Fox kept her eyes on Cat not glancing towards him.

“Good job I don’t then.”

She headed into the room without a backwards glance as Cat turned back to the man.

“What is it with you and dark haired women?”

Fox didn’t see his smile or Cat’s returning frown.

                        ********************

As soon as Fox left the office, Cat turned to Lion.

“I know you place a lot of trust on her,”

Lion didn’t reply.

“And I know your predecessor admired her compassion,”

Lion leaned forward slightly folding his arms on the table in front of him.

“Cat, the point you’re trying to make would help me a lot.”

Bear next to him smiled. 

“Keep Harry away from her.”

Lion tipped his head sideways curiously.

“I can see history repeating itself.” she said pushing her blond hair over her shoulders. Lion smiled.

“Your compassion rarely surfaces” He started. “And I never would have guessed you would have some for Fox.” He leant back on his chair. “The pair of you has more disagreements than any of my operatives put together, and I have already made you one promise today.”

Cat nodded and looked at Bear.

“You can go Cat; I wish to speak to Bear privately.”

                                ******************

Harry watched her closely over the next few days, watching her make her calls on Lion’s clients collecting money or excuses the job that none of the others wanted.

Then he watched her kill.

Lion had already told him that this was a rare occurrence one that came with a lot of protests normally.

Harry had wanted to see her kill, ever since he had read her file read how she had made her first hit. And then the blow came.

Max.

He had kissed her.

Max.

 All the years had not erased his name from harry’s memory.

Max.

His arms had folded round her.

 Both there smiles had matched. Max couldn’t know what she did. If he knew how she silently built up the trust in Lions clients, and then just as silently killed them for their empty promises of repayment, there would be trouble between them.

Max. He was the one who had picked the boy to die instead of the girl. He was the one who had been just as heartbroken to see the girls blood shower down onto the grey office carpet. Max. He was the one, out of the two of them who had found Fox. Felicity Witchley and Max Sanders. He would not last.

Harry wasn’t the only one who watched Fox and Max together that early October morning. Adam watched too. Regretful that his time with her had been cut short. Envious that she smiled with Max instead of him. Neither he nor Harry saw the forth man. 

Even the early October morning had shadows, places to hide in, places to watch from but Xander Cages eyes were not on Fox. They had been, until he had seen Harry.

As Fox passed Adam, he heard a phone ring out. Both Max and fox scrabbled to find there cell phones then Smiling he heard fox say

“It’s me. Hello?”

They started walking again Fox clearly in the middle of a one way conversation she still looked happy but her eyes had lost there light.

“Okay, thanks.” She rang off.

Max noticing her pace slowing as she stowed her phone back into her pocket matched step with her.

“Problem at work?” he asked.

She smiled up at him, interlocking her fingers with his once more.

“Nothing that can’t wait until morning.” The light returned as she looked at him.

“Where do you fancy going for dinner?” He asked, “I don’t feel like forcing you to wash up after you’ve been working so hard.”

Monday (Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday Saturday) blues.

Okay My week has been up and down. How about yours? Good! Great! Bad! awww i'm sorry *Hugs!* In the middle? Okay cool.

So Monday, i was soooo ill. i'm not gonna go in to details but it was not a good start to a week... Or maybe it was!
I bought a new guitar amp and it was starting to be a really great day. The amp made my day if i'm honest as i've been feeling lost without one and I needed to practice for an event i'm playing at in May when the olympic torch passes.
Tuesday after staying up until early Tuesday morning I was completely wiped out so slept most of the afternoon. (I didn't wanna stay home after feeling so bad.) Tuesday morning wednesday and thursday i worked, which didn't help me recovering so friday i tried to sleep all day esspecially as i had to go to a birthday party.

The party was okay and i've slept most of  today. right now i'm realising what a boring read this is!
It's rained all week too which hasn't helped my mood. so i'm gonna post some funny statuses and i promise the next time i post i'll post something interesting!!!

If there’s no reliable eye witness, and no conclusive forensic evidence, then I had nothing to do with it.

Approach me with caution. I know karate, ninjitsu, and three other Japanese words!

Trish is pure, sweet and innocent. HEY! Stop Laughing!

As I walked into my local shop the other day, some bloke attacked me with some milk, cheese, yogurt and cream.. I thought 'How Dairy?'

Attention all Drama Queens - auditions have been cancelled for today..

 ____________________/\__________\ o/____ Swim little man swim. don't let the shark catch you!!

Fang twisted and crooked.

Okay so I'm sitting at my friend Catherine’s birthday party and I have been encouraged by ‘the road to creativity’ to continue my blog right here and now so I'm writing on a paper dish in the kitchen with Steph (TRTC) and Rachel('Slowly painting my bridge')

Paper dish blog!

9^th crayon was supposed to be here too but couldn’t make it due to the fact she’s not very well (get well soon 9^th crayon!!!)

Being at a party we are talking about the things that you only talk about at a party amongst friends, like how to remember how to spell diarrhoea, apparently you remember by saying  ‘dining in a rough restaurant, hurry or expect accidents’ so there you have it!

(From the back going clockwise)Rachel (SPMB), Moi! Steph- (TRC) and the birthday girl Catherine.

There are really nice flowers on the window sills in the kitchen and we are discussing the door jam/stopper thing, which is a little miniature weighted pole and eating very yummy chocolate birthday cake a balloon has just popped in the front room, deliberately I think and right next to the birthday girl, people are just starting to go home and Rachel is talking about fluffy lettuces (but apparently It was floppy not fluffy as I miss-heard!) Steph was inviting me to ‘be a woman!’ but I think I'm hearing things now! I'm also running out of room on my paper plate so were going to go and dance and I shall continue this later!

234 words on a paper plate is quite a good start to a blog, another question Rachel had that night were why people make blogs sound like a blog and talk/type in a ‘blog voice?’ It’s true thought I find I have a typical blog voice not so much a diary or reading voice but one that tries to be informative (but normally fails! Unless you wanted to know how to spell diarrhoea! ) and is a bit like a maiden aunt asking how you are doing at school when you left seven years ago and she means university but knows no different.

Party at Quinta with donutcake!
(from the left, Naomi, sian steph Cat and Me. (rachel was taking the photo.)

Rachel and Me.

It started me thinking about the way people are around different people, for example I know I'm different around my friends than when I'm with my parents. If I'm in a meeting and everyone is being serious I have a tendency to be a class clown (unless I know Its not the time or place)  Steph has done a lot of acting in her time and we got on to talking last night about a event where we went to the shop to buy drinks for  Catherine’s 17^Th or 18th birthday party, a coincidence as the current birthday girl was the very same Catherine! And Steph remembered being nervous about buying drinks where as I didn’t. she tried to act normally and she thinks she failed miserable, (I didn’t think so!)


but it’s the same with voices you can put on a brave face but be crumpeling inside, or you can act sad and upset but inside be gloating and happy, but I'm running out of steam on this so back to other things.

 In my last blog i talked about Joseph Kony and the invisible children movement i think maybe they are trying to do a good thing but the company under scrutiny is  not looking good. I leave all readers to make up there own mind on this matter.

My post before that was about new year and what a good time i had down with some Friends of mine. unfortunately a few days after Catherine's party the father of my friend suddenly passed away. His funeral was on the 12th of this month and i have only seen a few churches packed to capacity like it was. This is the true testimony to this man, who i felt very privileged to know. I know only too well he will be sadly missed but fondly remembered.

that is why Blogs and other life capturing things are so important. we are all flowers Quickly fading here today but gone tomorrow. 

I think i may have reached the end of this blog for today but not before i say this.

If you feel down hearted smile for your smile will bring joy to others.

 









If you feel like singing, go ahead, and encourage others to join in.

If some one you loves hands are empty fill them with your own hand because together you can do anything.

And if you have lost. Love what you still have, whether it is friends or memories because those things are yours and are precious.

  ²⁵ "So I tell you, don't worry about the food or drink you need to live, or about the clothes you need for your body. Life is more than food, and the body is more than clothes. ²⁶ Look at the birds in the air. They don't plant or harvest or store food in barns, but your heavenly Father feeds them. And you know that you are worth much more than the birds. ²⁷ You cannot add any time to your life by worrying about it.     ²⁸ "And why do you worry about clothes? Look at how the lilies in the field grow. They don't work or make clothes for themselves. ²⁹ But I tell you that even Solomon with his riches was not dressed as beautifully as one of these flowers.³⁰ God clothes the grass in the field, which is alive today but tomorrow is thrown into the fire. So you can be even more sure that God will clothe you. Don't have so little faith!³¹ Don't worry and say, 'What will we eat?' or 'What will we drink?' or 'What will we wear?'³² The people who don't know God keep trying to get these things, and your Father in heaven knows you need them. ³³ Seek first God's kingdom and what God wants. Then all your other needs will be met as well. ³⁴ So don't worry about tomorrow, because tomorrow will have its own worries. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matthew 6 25-34) God Bless you all. XxX

Riled, fired up and ready for action.

A friend of mine has just posted me a video.

http://s3.amazonaws.com/kony2012/kony-4.html

It's the link above. Its about a Man called Joseph Kony. and it has made me want to forget about the blog i was planning on writing.

This video will do more good than I will ranting and raving but it will give you all the information you need.

It will take half an hour of your time to watch the video, but i promise it will be worth it.

If you have a small child consider that child being taken from you, being made to do things that they do not with to do. If you do one thing today tomorrow right now if you have a twitter account then use it to pass this on.




I have no more words only actions.

God bless you all, Stay safe. XxX