wahey hello blog world,
Long time no' see!
It's been a busy busy year. Weans growing older and bolder and they're only 1 and 2 and a half. They'll be terrors when they're older I'll tell you!
Nah, no my weans. They are genuine loving and caring with that ye old Rooney wild streak. i'm sure we'll have our fair share of trials and tribulations with them. but as I've always said thats a measure of the parents on how they come out the other side.
A dogs only as good as good as it's owner.
I'm still trying to sort myself out as I'm sure I'm either having difficulty growing up or hitting a mid-life crisis early. That'll be a conundrum for the rest of my life and also an ever functioning excuse also.
Here's the other big question of the day: whats the difference between a fun parent and an embarrassing annoying parent?
I'll leave you with that one and I'll do a proper blog when get more tiome. Got uni work, work, drawings, parenting and husbanding all to do at the mo.
GENTLE NO' MENTAL!!!
Saturday, 17 April 2010
Friday, 17 April 2009
banishing the birthday blues
The end of my birthday week...wahey!
I know this may seem a strange sentiment, however, I'm so relieved it's all by for another year. Wow it's stressful!
What do you want for your birthday?
What do you want to do for your birthday?
Are you wanting a party?
Sorry I couldn't see you on your birthday?
etc. etc. etc. etc....
I would prefer to slink slowly and silently into my next era, unnoticed and apathetically. It seems people feel a pressure to perform on your birthday for your entertainment. That may have been welcomed in my younger years as it may still do with you younger pups out there, but I'm older, wiser, and a whole lot more unstable now (only joking (a bit)).
Intriguing how your outlook changes. I remember being that young whipper-snapper who said:-
I'll never be like that!
I don't understand why they don't do it like..
I can hardly wait until I'm older so I can...
I wonder what I'll look like when I'm older?
Why doesn't everyone...
Well, now I am older (the grand old age of 30, no sniggering please), married, chidren, hair loss, fighting middle aged spread, slower (physically and mentally), reflective, regretful, etc. etc. etc...Never before has the boring and ever-so-annoying saying rung so true that 'youth is wasted on the young'.
So instead of New Year's resolutions, I have created my very own halfway-through-life resolutions. Don't know if I should share them with you bunch, though they are straight-forward and sensible:
Only do things that make you and those around you happy.
Stay in control at all times, as this will lead to only contentment.
Negative thoughts and feelings are exactly what they are: negative, and nothing positive can come from them.
Don't concentrate on yourself or the way that others may portray you, as this leads to insecurities and false characteristics.
Try and fit as much as you can into every day that you are alive, idleness is certainly a devil sponsored activity.
This may seem a negative and slightly nostalgic blog, however, it is entirely the opposite. It is full of positivity regarding the future and a means of safe-guarding me and my family and friend's happiness.
Empower yourself mentally and spiritually to build a barrier against external and uncontrollable forces.
Word for today: beguiling
I know this may seem a strange sentiment, however, I'm so relieved it's all by for another year. Wow it's stressful!
What do you want for your birthday?
What do you want to do for your birthday?
Are you wanting a party?
Sorry I couldn't see you on your birthday?
etc. etc. etc. etc....
I would prefer to slink slowly and silently into my next era, unnoticed and apathetically. It seems people feel a pressure to perform on your birthday for your entertainment. That may have been welcomed in my younger years as it may still do with you younger pups out there, but I'm older, wiser, and a whole lot more unstable now (only joking (a bit)).
Intriguing how your outlook changes. I remember being that young whipper-snapper who said:-
I'll never be like that!
I don't understand why they don't do it like..
I can hardly wait until I'm older so I can...
I wonder what I'll look like when I'm older?
Why doesn't everyone...
Well, now I am older (the grand old age of 30, no sniggering please), married, chidren, hair loss, fighting middle aged spread, slower (physically and mentally), reflective, regretful, etc. etc. etc...Never before has the boring and ever-so-annoying saying rung so true that 'youth is wasted on the young'.
So instead of New Year's resolutions, I have created my very own halfway-through-life resolutions. Don't know if I should share them with you bunch, though they are straight-forward and sensible:
Only do things that make you and those around you happy.
Stay in control at all times, as this will lead to only contentment.
Negative thoughts and feelings are exactly what they are: negative, and nothing positive can come from them.
Don't concentrate on yourself or the way that others may portray you, as this leads to insecurities and false characteristics.
Try and fit as much as you can into every day that you are alive, idleness is certainly a devil sponsored activity.
This may seem a negative and slightly nostalgic blog, however, it is entirely the opposite. It is full of positivity regarding the future and a means of safe-guarding me and my family and friend's happiness.
Empower yourself mentally and spiritually to build a barrier against external and uncontrollable forces.
Word for today: beguiling
Thursday, 19 March 2009
A Spring is sprung
Spring is well and truely bursting out of the sky and through the budding trees creating a haze all over the city skyline.
Not a blue sky as such, a bright sky yes.
Our eyes flinch at this unusual new season that brings new colours and the same old experiences to a more seasoned mind than before.
A bud on a tree promises new life every spring, how deceiving is that?
It's recycled, re-born, re-heated, thawed out.
It is not a devious deception, just an untrue truth like receiving presents from Santa Claus on Christmas day.
We do get what we are promised but the means are exaggerated to please our simple minds.
So the sky may not be blue, the seeds may not bring new life and santa may not be real.
So what?!
Not a blue sky as such, a bright sky yes.
Our eyes flinch at this unusual new season that brings new colours and the same old experiences to a more seasoned mind than before.
A bud on a tree promises new life every spring, how deceiving is that?
It's recycled, re-born, re-heated, thawed out.
It is not a devious deception, just an untrue truth like receiving presents from Santa Claus on Christmas day.
We do get what we are promised but the means are exaggerated to please our simple minds.
So the sky may not be blue, the seeds may not bring new life and santa may not be real.
So what?!
Accept the simple things a new season may bring with a joyous heart and do not bring the fantasy down with cold, unfeeling, harsh realities that pollute our innocence blessed beings.
Live free and think of others!
Live free and think of others!
Thursday, 26 February 2009
a gentleman's family
I am now blessed in having my perfect wee family set-up; my baby girl, Mhirren, was born on the 6th February. My son, Kiefer, is only 18 months old so it is quite a busy and sleep-free household of late.
Obviously she is absolutely perfect and the prettiest bairn born since the birth of her elder brother. You get so fiercely proud of your family (without expectation), with regards to all aspects of their precious lives. On topics of a fierce nature I'll need to rein myself in and not be overly protective of my wee girl as she matures.
It's strange how different our ideas are, regarding the nurturing and general up-bringing of a boy and a girl! We expect the eldest boy to be protector and guide for any siblings, to be the strong and reliable one. Alternatively, a girl is expected to be that bit more precious and needful of protection and guidance. Are these the sowing of seeds of sexism to some degree or a natural balance to be maintained between the ying and the yang of the sexes?
However, it's more than likely me being deep and looking into something which does not require further investigation. In simple terms, you want your children to be the perfect human being that you never quite managed to be! Give them the tools they need to see them through the journey of life and keep your fingers crossed.
Anyway, the most troubling aspect of this of late is the fact I have what they term as a gentleman's family. Does anyone out there know how I'm meant to convert to this cult of gentlemandom? I am chivalrous and know my p's and q's etc. but how the hell can I acquire a gentleman's accent? If any of you out there know me I have a thicker Glaswegian accent than a Glasgow born bottle of marmite!
Ach well, I shall strive to thrive with my procurement of the holy grail of proper speech. The young Mhirren is trying to get my attention with a series of hic-hups. Kiefer will be up soon for lunch and the mrs is at the docs so super daddy to the rescue...wahey!
Hope you are all well and enjoying the trials of life as much as myself; it's free and it's fun!!!!
Obviously she is absolutely perfect and the prettiest bairn born since the birth of her elder brother. You get so fiercely proud of your family (without expectation), with regards to all aspects of their precious lives. On topics of a fierce nature I'll need to rein myself in and not be overly protective of my wee girl as she matures.
It's strange how different our ideas are, regarding the nurturing and general up-bringing of a boy and a girl! We expect the eldest boy to be protector and guide for any siblings, to be the strong and reliable one. Alternatively, a girl is expected to be that bit more precious and needful of protection and guidance. Are these the sowing of seeds of sexism to some degree or a natural balance to be maintained between the ying and the yang of the sexes?
However, it's more than likely me being deep and looking into something which does not require further investigation. In simple terms, you want your children to be the perfect human being that you never quite managed to be! Give them the tools they need to see them through the journey of life and keep your fingers crossed.
Anyway, the most troubling aspect of this of late is the fact I have what they term as a gentleman's family. Does anyone out there know how I'm meant to convert to this cult of gentlemandom? I am chivalrous and know my p's and q's etc. but how the hell can I acquire a gentleman's accent? If any of you out there know me I have a thicker Glaswegian accent than a Glasgow born bottle of marmite!
Ach well, I shall strive to thrive with my procurement of the holy grail of proper speech. The young Mhirren is trying to get my attention with a series of hic-hups. Kiefer will be up soon for lunch and the mrs is at the docs so super daddy to the rescue...wahey!
Hope you are all well and enjoying the trials of life as much as myself; it's free and it's fun!!!!
Monday, 26 January 2009
Playing the waiting game
My first day off work for what seems like an eternity. 'Tis a joy getting up first and getting my son dressed, if for nothing other than being ostricised for what you've put on him! Anything to spread a smile and elongate a joke.
My second child is due any day now and it's weird playing the waiting game. If men could have babys then it would have been born 4 months ago and it would be making the family dinner by now! Honest!
You always think the inevitable thoughts when you're expecting a child: what type of world am I bringing this child into? With trouble brewing in the middle east again, America and the UK enjoying creating as many enemies as possible and the ever popular topic of discussion which is...dumdahrumdum... LE CREDIT CRUNCH.
My personal opinion on this being that the credit crunch is offering the world a chance to redeem itself. On humane and environmental levels we can wipe the slate clean and live for the earth and for one another. Create a new system not dependent on money but on nurturing the world, our children, our neighbours and our local communities. If only we had sway and influence and we could create that utopia we all crave.
However, as the saying goes: one man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter, so goes that one man's utopia is another man's hell. We all know best for ourselves and think we know whats best for the world in general. It's impossible to fully understand another culture and think that we could better that way of living. I even would go as far to say that us in the west coast of Scotland wouldn't know whats best for those on the east coast. In other words; think and act local for the benefit of yourself and your neighbours and goodness and selfless acts will spread the world over.
You may think that I've deviated away from my original topic, converseley, that is not the case I can assure you dear friends. This is my utopia I would love to bring my children into and I would want for my friends, family and colleagues.
It is a worrying time in the history of our world, however, I also believe that the human race is maturing and evolving and I pray that truely is the case.
So lets all wait and see how the world responds, hopefully as one, and let's make life as simple for one another as humanly possible!
My second child is due any day now and it's weird playing the waiting game. If men could have babys then it would have been born 4 months ago and it would be making the family dinner by now! Honest!
You always think the inevitable thoughts when you're expecting a child: what type of world am I bringing this child into? With trouble brewing in the middle east again, America and the UK enjoying creating as many enemies as possible and the ever popular topic of discussion which is...dumdahrumdum... LE CREDIT CRUNCH.
My personal opinion on this being that the credit crunch is offering the world a chance to redeem itself. On humane and environmental levels we can wipe the slate clean and live for the earth and for one another. Create a new system not dependent on money but on nurturing the world, our children, our neighbours and our local communities. If only we had sway and influence and we could create that utopia we all crave.
However, as the saying goes: one man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter, so goes that one man's utopia is another man's hell. We all know best for ourselves and think we know whats best for the world in general. It's impossible to fully understand another culture and think that we could better that way of living. I even would go as far to say that us in the west coast of Scotland wouldn't know whats best for those on the east coast. In other words; think and act local for the benefit of yourself and your neighbours and goodness and selfless acts will spread the world over.
You may think that I've deviated away from my original topic, converseley, that is not the case I can assure you dear friends. This is my utopia I would love to bring my children into and I would want for my friends, family and colleagues.
It is a worrying time in the history of our world, however, I also believe that the human race is maturing and evolving and I pray that truely is the case.
So lets all wait and see how the world responds, hopefully as one, and let's make life as simple for one another as humanly possible!
Saturday, 15 November 2008
the birth of a blog
Hello cyber-type-world,
For those of you who may know me, will realise that this is a big step for a known technophobe! At last I have found a way to empty the thoughts of my complex mind onto a format where no-one can willingly be bored of me endlessly and unashamedly being opinionated.
I would like to express gratitude to the doc who unwittingly made me aware of the art of blogging: thank you! Her blog page is mighty impressive and impregnated with talent throughout!
I have decided to not make this blog political, ethical or moralistic. Alternatively, I will celebrate my friends, family and work colleagues and the blessing of breathing in the essence of life and the polluting fumes of Glasgow's fair air.
It is Saturday as I'm writing this, my wife and child are sleeping and I'm eagerly awaiting the football to start, so I can wait in nervous trepidation as my coupon unexpectingly goes down once again. How life changes!? Not so long ago I would be nursing a hang-over and the only worry I had was to try and sober up for work come Monday, or whenever.
Now I have a sometimes understanding wife, (well she is 7 months prgnant I suppose) a baby boy of 15 months and a dog who continually defies medical belief and is living into her 17th year (129 years in doggy age).
My faithful friends who also travelled the roads to oblivion with me are also responsible now. Maybe that is why I see so little of them. We live in oppposite ends of the city, and me as a consciencious objector to driving brings barriers to keeping in touch with so many people.
Back to real life and my boy is up, sitting in my arms staring up at me with love in his eyes, a beautiful radiating smile on his innnocnce scarred face and the deathly stench of a heavily soiled nappy strangles my senses. Better go clean and will return to this blogging caper soon.
For those of you who may know me, will realise that this is a big step for a known technophobe! At last I have found a way to empty the thoughts of my complex mind onto a format where no-one can willingly be bored of me endlessly and unashamedly being opinionated.
I would like to express gratitude to the doc who unwittingly made me aware of the art of blogging: thank you! Her blog page is mighty impressive and impregnated with talent throughout!
I have decided to not make this blog political, ethical or moralistic. Alternatively, I will celebrate my friends, family and work colleagues and the blessing of breathing in the essence of life and the polluting fumes of Glasgow's fair air.
It is Saturday as I'm writing this, my wife and child are sleeping and I'm eagerly awaiting the football to start, so I can wait in nervous trepidation as my coupon unexpectingly goes down once again. How life changes!? Not so long ago I would be nursing a hang-over and the only worry I had was to try and sober up for work come Monday, or whenever.
Now I have a sometimes understanding wife, (well she is 7 months prgnant I suppose) a baby boy of 15 months and a dog who continually defies medical belief and is living into her 17th year (129 years in doggy age).
My faithful friends who also travelled the roads to oblivion with me are also responsible now. Maybe that is why I see so little of them. We live in oppposite ends of the city, and me as a consciencious objector to driving brings barriers to keeping in touch with so many people.
Back to real life and my boy is up, sitting in my arms staring up at me with love in his eyes, a beautiful radiating smile on his innnocnce scarred face and the deathly stench of a heavily soiled nappy strangles my senses. Better go clean and will return to this blogging caper soon.
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