Tiredness...

So I like staying up late chatting with loved ones, reading or watching tv/movies etc. I also like sleeping, I dislike getting up in the mornings. This combination is not so good, rather unbalanced when I have a job that means I have to get up in the morning.

And I'm not good when I am tired... let's leave it at that.

Maybe I Should Take Note

The thought occured to me this week that lots of people seem to have an opinion, but not everyone is qualified to speak...

"Even a fool is counted wise when he holds his peace; when he shuts his lips, he is considered perceptive" (Proverbs 17v28)

From Russia With Love

In the dim and distant past, a fellow countryman and I made a pact. This pact stated that if by the 34th anniversary of the year of our birth should come upon and us and we were not wed then to the internet we would go. Specifically russianmailorderbrides.com.

Time flew by, we both turned 30, and then a miracle occured. Two young ladies decided that actually we weren't that bad and entered into a 'special friendship'. This was further cemented by purchasing shiny round things that were of no small value and uttering the age old words "darling, wilt thou be mine wife?". But I am getting ahead of myself somewhat...

So this is the story of David and Vikki. Ok this is the seriously shortened story. Dave met Vikki a long time ago, she did not appear interested. Dave didn't do anything for a long time. They bumped into each other again at a Christmas ball in 2008 and so started a very longwinded and quite slow developing friendship. May 2009 he eventually asks for her number. He cheekily asks her to help with ferrying some musical equipment from one place to another and re-imburses her with pineapple cheese cake (courtesy of Mrs Craig!). Their friendship slowly grows, very slowly grows. They go shopping together at Westfields. Dave is very confident that Vikki likes him but being a guy isn't sure what to do and thus does nothing...

Christmas time comes and they go to midnight mass together, people are starting to ask questions which Dave (probably a bit too) strongly denies. New year comes and goes (the less said the better) and they spend more and more time together. Eventually Vikki (very sensibly) asks if they can meet up the next day to discuss what is going on. That date is February 8th.

David eventually asks Vikki out *cue applause and comments of "about time"*

Fast forward 7 months and 1 day and he is knocking on the door of Mr and Mrs Connolly's abode in Uxbridge. After a few minutes of small talk they get down to the rather important matter at hand. The discussion of marriage and the hand of the fair maiden Vikki. The discussion yielded positive results. And at this point things turned somewhat surreal.

You'll have to forgive me for falling out of character here and just sharing what actually happened, but as this is my blog I can do whatever I like... So after the discussions the suggestion of going to the pub to celebrate was offered and accepted by all. So me and my future in laws head of to the Abrook for a drink. While we were drinking that first celebratory drink Vikki comes down the pub. So here we all are; now onto the second drink, all happy, all celebrating the impending hope that I will ask Vikki to marry me. It was very very bizarre. It was a moment full of joy, happiness, hope, merriment and good humour and a distinct lack of food.

The next day I picked up the ring (there was slightly more to this part of the story than just picking up a ring but work with me here please for brevities sake) before heading off to Uxbridge for my future sister in law's welcome back party. It was burning a rather large hole in my pocket.

Saturday was my grandparent's wedding anniversary party and the first time that my brother's wife to be was meeting them. On point of principle I decided could not in good conscious ask Vikki to marry me before this and gatecrash Andy and Amy's moment. So silence on the question asking front! After the celebratory meal with the family it was off to Mike's for a bbq. After much fun, merry making, small children and fake yawns I eventually convinced Mike to let us leave.

The flat was empty, the lights were dimmed, stars shone, angels sang and she said yes.

One of the happiest moments of my life hearing Vikki say "yes". We then fell around giggling like 2 small children who had done something funny. So Russian mail orderbrides are off the table (thank God). A wedding date has been set. A beautiful future with the most beautiful person I have ever met awaits me. And I cannot stop smiling.

Some Advice Given Me This Week

Be still and know I Am God...

Simples.

Day 4

Catching up...

Day 2

Fail...

Breaking Things One New Habit At A Time

So I was chatting with Vikki the other day and she said she'd read in a book(thanks Mum, I will read it myself at some point) that it takes 21 days to form a habit... This as is my bent got me thinking. And thus I have set myself a challenge. Every month for the next year I am going to try and create a new habit. So come September 2011 I will have (hopefully) 12 new good habits.

Yesterday being the 1st of September I started day 1 of reading the bible in a year. This is my first habit - reading the bible every day.

I have a few ideas for some of the other habits; Working on the novel, jogging etc. But plenty of scope for thinking about new ones. If anyone has any amusing, sensible, serious, out there or in there suggestions feel free.