Snowman Prays For Tomorrow

"Dear God,
Please make me more organized so that Christmas will be really great for us all this year. Also please make my back pain go away so that I can get on with all that needs doing!"


You know, I'm probably not the only one thinking silent prayers like the one above. 24 hours later on and my back doesn't feel any better than yesterday, if anything it's a little worse than it was. It woke me up at 6.30am; I got up took a couple of pain killers and an anti-inflammatory tablet and then drifted off for another hour or so, until it was time to get up. It always helps to have a couple of extra pillows handy to provide support while lying on my side; that's how I was able to drift off again.


The codeine taking such good effect makes it difficult to wake up. At 7.45am the various alarm clocks ringing their various tones; in a cacophonous lullaby, often have the opposite effect to that intended. Which is why I have to vary my clocks periodically! Having rolled out of bed, I realised that the back pain was here for the day, the sense of relief provided by the early tablets was just temporary.


It reached out and grabbed a handful of flesh, above my left buttock & just below the waist. Not content with merely grasping it, it twisted and pulled deep down inside, resulting in the high pitched squeaking sound emanating from my parched lips. Dizzy from the medication and disorientated I stumbled towards the yellow door, where my faded blue towelling dressing gown hung. I actually thought I would fall, when all of a sudden I regained my balance, in a nick of time. I hate mornings like this...


In the ideal world Polly would have cheerfully waved the three men in her life off to work and school and then retired to bed for the day. Sadly life's not really like that. I did get the guy's ready for school; breakfasted, clothed and carrying a packed lunch. DG prefers to look after himself; read lie in the bed for ten minutes longer!


My earlier breakfast had definitely worn off by the time I got back from the school run, so I ate LB's left over cold toast with a spoonful of homemade plum jam smeared all over it. My second mug of tea kick-started my aching body as far as the computer station where I started my 'working day'. First of all I had to check the e-mails; not too bad this morning, only 5!


As much as I would have loved to lie in the bed, presiding over the newly installed TV; unfortunately lying down precipitates the pain in my neck-shoulder-arm. Maybe that's why the duvet keeps creeping its way over to my side of the bed and my hair looks as though I have been pulled through a bush backwards! Seriously, it's matted at the back where I have been tossing and turning so much at night.


I suppose this would also explain the large black circles under my eyes these days. When I am good, I am very, very good and get a good night's sleep; starting early at around 10.00 - 10.30pm. Recently I have noticed that it is getting later and later before I finally hit the sheets. The pain in my arm has been so severe, even after the multitudinous pain killer's that I have been putting off the inevitable until I can hardly keep my eyes open; in fact, I have been known to fall asleep on the sofa, being woken only by the cold.


Previously I had been falling asleep, often on the sofa, very early indeed. I only had the usual aches and pains to contend with and DG would be able to wake me before I got too cold. These days he falls asleep before me, which is why I often wake up with icicles dangling from my nose and two pieces of coal where my eyes used to be!

Maybe tomorrow I'll wake up and the past few days will all have been a bad dream...


Polly Px

What Colour is your Soul Painted?

Hi there! Here's a little something I came across while browsing through some of my favourite blogs earlier this morning:

What color is your soul painted? Red Your soul is painted the color red, which embodies the characteristics of love, strength, physical energy, sex, passion, courage, protection, excitement, speed, leadership, power, danger, and respect. Red is the color of the element Fire, and is associated with blood, life and death, birth, volcanoes, and intense emotions. Click Here to Take This Quiz

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Many thanks to Janice at Serial Crafter & Forum Junkie whose blog I came across thanks to the magnificent Craft Journal site; Janice is a regular contributor there.

The reason I was browsing the Craft Journal site is because I am the lucky winner of their monthly "Stash Giveaway"! Being somewhat curious and a little excited, (translates into impatient) I just had to check it out to see what I might have won. If last months prize is anything to go by, I should be very pleased when my postie finally delivers it; sadly, today is not the day.

If anyone reading this, out there in the 'Blogosphere' has more than a passing interest in crafting; maybe you could subscribe to The Wizards Crafts Chat"n"Swap Forum-Worldwide. If anyone is interested please click here to follow the link and join up. At the moment it is planned to close this site on the first of December, due to overwhelming competition from other more established forums. Wouldn't it be great if we could all club together and prevent this from being necessary?

On an even more sombre note; my new online friend Fly Lady has difficult times to cope with at the moment. It seems that her sister, Paddi is extremely ill; in intensive care to be precise. I have received a couple of e-mails asking for support in the form of a prayer dedicated to her recovery.

Considering the support Fly Lady has offered to so many, in terms of assisting our escape from CHAOS (Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome); I think that this is a nice way to offer her our thanks. I realise that some might consider it a bit cheesy; however, the power of prayer is vastly under rated.

If anyone has encountered a publication called The Secret by Rhonda Byrne, they would be very much aware of the philosophy which underpins its phenomenal success. The Secret is simply the power of positive thinking; the law of universal attraction. There are many who would equate this radical new concept as being very much akin to good old fashioned prayer, & leading a spiritual life!

Another example of positive thinking/prayer can also be found on the Fire the Grid website. A very good friend of mine introduced me to this some time ago. Unfortunately, that same friend is in the habit of sending trivia; I didn't open her e-mail in time to participate in what was shaping up to be a worldwide event. I am pretty sure that it went ahead a planned and I do hope that the world is a better place as a result.

To find out more about Fire the Grid follow the link and be patient; what follows is quite a lengthy series of video presentations. They are interesting and certainly thought provoking, well worth watching ...

I'm off to perform my version of Zone 3 now, I've already given the bathroom a quick swish on my way through and now I'm going to finish tidying up my PC. It's amazing how much quicker things are going; now that I have done my 27 fling boogie on all those duplicated files and spam!

I'm going to love you and leave you now, please say a little prayer for Paddi, and for everyone sick in hospital at the moment...

All my love

Pollyx

Polly Peirce http://www.freewebs.com/vincacards

Good Morning, Good Morning!

Dear God, What on earth have I done to upset you today?

Welcome to the real word and the bemused rantings of the disparate housewife...

I dare say that from time to time most of us have uttered words to that effect; I most certainly have, as recently as this morning. DG was truly my knight in shining armour today, in so far as he took BB down to the village & the school bus. Such a small thing can have great impact on the life of Polly P, ie I get to doze for another few minutes under the luxuriously soft goose down quilt I got from Santa last Christmas.

Sometimes, however, such niceties unwittingly open the door to disaster. This morning, for instance, everything should have been going swimmingly well except we were running late; looking for the disappearing schoolbag. To make matters worse our lovely neighbours were in the process of moving cattle and had blocked the road for the duration.Thankfully Mrs MiF is one of the kindest of teachers and appeared to be quite forgiving of our situation, and LB did at least bring a healthy lunch to school!

Of course, were I a proper Mum this situation would simply not have occurred. The offending article would have been located the previous evening and packed accordingly; along with clean school uniform, underwear and shiny shoes. Unfortunately this is not the case in our house. Hopefully no-one noticed my nightgown; hanging beneath my inside-out cardigan, over my combats, or for that matter the fact that my dessert boots were trailing their laces behind me as I crossed the school yard...

Immediately upon my harried return I set about ransacking my own home; an act made necessary by the fact that I am no longer a domestic goddess, rather an exasperated wretch of a slob & layabout. Perhaps I exaggerate the extent of the disorganisation within the confines of my country cottage, but at times I do feel quite beyond despair.

Meanwhile; as a measure of my desperation urgent telephone calls were made to several unsuspecting innocents; firstly there was BJK - after all it's not unusual to be (loved by anyone...) down there of an evening, completing after school assignments [very posh phrase for homework] ,
next was the poor man at the Nissan dealership [my little black baby required serious fixing twice in the past week and is still on its hols there], then our lovely headmaster Mr HD; [who promised to check that the offending bag hadn't absconded to the classroom during the hols] and finally the poor beleaguered mother of LB's friend, [who wasn't in but got the OH to ring me back]. I'm out of breath after all that; phew, what a long sentence!

Needless to say there is a limit to anything, and soon I reached mine. Let's face it; two hours of ransacking the house over and over again is enough for anyone. It's well to tell that I am an amateur, as a professional burglar would have located said bag in less than three minutes; along with anything of value!

Anyway, feeling just a little crest fallen, at my failure to prepare my baby for school properly I decided that I should nourish my ailing body. LB had flatly refused to eat microwave porridge this morning, and so, in an effort to be frugal I reheated the sticky offering for myself.

Served up with a tablespoon of homemade strawberry syrup and a well deserved cuppa rosy lee (tea), all signs of self-reproval instantly vanished; it was delicious! Heartwarming & healt'y too, (around here we like to pronounce our T's wherever possible).

I then decided that I had a business to run and fought my way towards the computer at the end of the darkly strewn hallway. Having steadfastly ignored the rule that one should never take out more than one can comfortably put away in one hour; the house remains like a bombsite. Nevertheless, I was able to reach my destination with relative ease! Yeah, right...

With one flick of a switch I was transported to another world. The age of computer science really has changed the face of humanity; I had seventy four new e-mails awaiting delivery. Imagine the face of the poor postie, had he delivered as many snail mails, whatever about his legs straining under the sheer weight of it all!?

Bye y'all!

Polly Px Polly Peirce
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