dimples & button

If i were to give you one tip (well until i thnk of a new one) it would be this - 'only ever keep one blog, and concentrate on putting your heart and sou; into that one blog'. It will almost certainly lighten the load!

I haven't written for a while.

Work...............Totally demotivated...........cant be arsed!

What worries me is the variety and selection of blog sites and 'myspace' thingys! I feel so bogged down with knowing where to lay down my inspration. My thoughts and feelings. So i reserve it all, i started here so this is where i will continue. I think!

Every day when i log onto the internet i am looking directly at my favourite place in the world - Salcombe.
When i was little the only place i ever wanted to be was in Salcombe. And i think that's because some of my happiest times were spent on the beach or on my grandad's boat.
And now i'm older i still love Salcombe, but i think the dream i once had is alot different to reality i see now.
When you are young everything is simple. When i was young Salcombe was a magical place i loved to visit. The houses were pretty and i loved to look at the boats, and watch the lifeboat go out to sea. When i was little i longed to go to Jazz night at Dusters Bistro and request my favourite song, Onions.
But now im an adult, and the dream is different. Now i wish i could win the lottery so i could afford to live in Salcombe. I wish that i still had friends down there so when i went i didn't feel like a complete outsider. I wish i felt that i could fit into the lifestyle. And i don't mean the 'yuppy holiday home London types', i mean to be a local. To have a house or a flat. So in the morning i could stroll down Fore Street, get a fresh loaf of bread from the Upper Crust, get a paper and sit in my window (a balcony would be better) and overlook the water. I would want to live there all year round, not just when the weather is nice.
I understand why my dad isn't in love with the place. If i had never grown up there in my summers i would not be able to appreciate the real beauty of it. But still, everytime i look at the webcam my stomach flips.
I can't help being in love with the place!

Twice a day, eight minutes to myself. To think, to listen to my i-pod, to watch the countryside go by.
So in those 2 sets of eight little minutes i wonder what i could create? I wonder what i could imagine?

But i cherish this time to myself. A time when i don't need to worry, to feel anything. I am in a no man's land, between home and work, family and friends.

Eight little minutes all to myself. Bliss.

So tonight i jog, and i am in sooooooo much pain (it hurts real bad)!
But hey by next month i'll have lost a million stone. It's so true, no matter what people say, exercise does make you feel 1000 times better! Physically and mentally!
Will continue in my quest to get as fit as i possibly can, and then i will be so proud of myself and then i can treat myself to a pair of new slim jeans. I realsie i may need some money for that!

I need to find people who watch supernatural, i need to talk about Dean!

A quote i found in a very old design magazine,

'I love finding interesting objects, then looking out for similar items.
Things look so much more effective
when they're grouped together.'

I quite agree!