What the hell are you waiting for?

It seems I've spent my whole life waiting - Waiting until I'd done my exams, waiting until we could afford it, waiting until next year, until after Christmas, soon..... 
We could wait forever for the right time to appear. Or we can say NOW is the right time and make the change we have been waiting for. And if it doesn't work out then at least we tried and we'll KNOW rather than always wondering and waiting.
And so my 2012 resolution is to make that start and make a change to my life in line with what I want NOW, not wait until tomorrow (and tomorrow and tomorrow).

Baby it's cold inside

Last night, Dana was so cold, she snuggled under the duvet to curl up next to my bottom, arguably the warmest part of me. She spent at least an hour snoring away before digging her way out by my toes to curl up at her daddy's feet.
This rather adorably illustrates our need for new doors, preferably ones without a 2-3 inch gap between us and the world. Hence our current negotiations with Mr Faceless Bank (MFB). Watch this space...

Words I like part 1

Decadent, sarsaparilla, arthropod, fubsy.

Is it me?

Having a mental health condition can make your relationships with others a bit strained at times. You're convinced everyone is behaving "strangely" or they are all being "mean" to you. There might be a part of you that knows that this is statistically unlikely and it is far more likely that it is you who are being strange or paranoid. The problem is that that part tends to be very small and hides whenever an episode is ongoing, replaced by the louder voices declaring they "all hate you" and goading you to "get them before they get you".
Then, sometime later, when someone questions you about that fateful day, you are so ashamed by your behaviour but you can't explain it. Saying things like "I believed you were all conspiring together to bully me into leaving" does not a happy workplace make, no matter how understanding your colleagues.

A beginning

I don't know if this will ever be read by anyone, but should this occur I feel I should give you fair warning. This blog will be full of bad language and monologues about poo, puppies and mental illness. What a combo, I hear you cry. Or not. It will, however be correctly spelled and grammatically correct. There may also be rants about the bad spelling and grammar of others and I give no apology for this. It is my blog and you can always go to Icanhazcheezburger if you need your fix of lol speak.

The bear suggested I try a blog as a way of writing without having anything specific to write about. To be honest, I thought he was bonkers at first. Then I signed up for NaNoWriMo and felt very silly as I had absolutely no idea what to write. So the idea of a personal blog came about. And here we are.

Dramatis Personae

I, me           The author. Analyst, programmer, mummy, wife, goddess botherer
The bear      Husband, daddy, carer, lover, all things
Juno            Larger of our two beagles, lover of poo, cuddles and mummy's pants
Dana            Smaller beagle, cuddlepot, snorer and accomplished flinger into parental arms.

Other chums, colleagues etc will be added as and when they appear.