ADELE -- One and Only

Girl on Heat.....

Hold me and love me,
just wanna touch you for a minute. ~
Stefani Germanotta.

I have never been the type of girl to drool over men.
I never admit to anyone that I think a guy is hot or openly flirt with someone. It maybe the years of having my brain washed by chick flicks or maybe I am just getting more desperate, but recently I have noticed that I am checking out guys in the most unbelievably inappropriate situations.....

Situation 1:
He was a Paramedic Student, young and hot in his green outfit, working with me to practice taking blood on the unsuspecting sick. He made my shift so much easier and we laughed and joked all day. My mind ticked over as I wondered if he had a girlfriend or whether or not he was gay, we talked about travelling and his university course....I hoped he would ask me out at the end of the shift but no luck there....

Situation 2:
My Nana got me tickets to an amateur dramatics show in her local church hall, I wasn't that keen on going but went for her only to discover I was the only one in the room (expect for the actors) who didn't have grey hair. He was an actor in the play (it was terrible) When they came to lap up the applause at the end our eyes met.....he was hot, I hadn't noticed....

Situation 3:
I was shopping with Mum for a Christmas tree and he was the lumberjack type who was chopping the trees to the right size. He was rough round the edges, smelt like wood, had dirt all over his face and hands. He smiled at me as he promised to carry it to my car......I wanted to share at him longer, but my mum wanted to pay....

Situation 4:
My personal favourite, he was a passerby who helped detain a man who was trying to break into my car. He was muscley, sure of himself, well spoken and caring....He was the type of guy I wrote to Santa about getting for Christmas........When the police came, I could have given them a detailed description of him.....Maybe be the criminal! It turns out he lives just a few doors down, he was walking his dog when he saw what happened and came to help a damsel in distress....I wonder if my dog would like a walk later???

So many questions.....

"A picture is worth a thousand words"
Chinese Proverb.

One thing I have always loved about my life is that I know exactly where I come from. My family roots run very deep into this little town of mine and I have always been very aware of it thanks to my relationship with my grandmother. She has always been very proud of it and has always made sure she tells me everything she can about our family history.

A few years ago my Great Grandmother died and my Grandmother inherited all the old family photos. I vividly remember sitting in her back room with her writing people's names on the back of old photo's. While my Grandmother talked about the people they were, as she told me "I don't want them forgotten" A few years on and suddenly those photographs hold a lot more interest for me. I don't know why but a few months ago I started researching my family history.

It amazed me how little we actually knew. Names and dates forgotten, to my grandmother's horror within her living memory. With the help of the Internet I did find out quite a lot but there is photograph after photograph of unknown individuals forgotten with the passage of time. One man now only referred to as the "unknown solider" by my dad.

I just can't help wondering what life he hold, how his family suffered and what became of him.
I have a million questions and no answers, we will probably never know.
I think the pictures speak for themselves.....Endless questions that remain unanswered.

My 2010 in Pictures.

You don't take a photograph, you ask quietly to borrow it. ~ Unknown Author.

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For more of my photo's from this year, check out my flickr account.

Smells like Winter...

The colour of springtime is in the flowers, the colour of winter is the imagination. ~ Terri Guillemets.


Sometimes, you wake up and realise how beautiful the world really is.
This morning, we had our first proper frost.
You know that blanket of frost that signals that winter has well and truly arrived.
I went downstairs and went out side...Maybe not the greatest plan in dressing gown and slippers.
It was lovely though, my breath visible in the cold air, the sun catching the ice in just the right way, making it shine like diamonds along the fence.
It smells so good, it smells like Winter.
So my friend and I took a drive into the country, well worth it.
Beautiful isn't it...


We found a pub with an open fire and debated all that is wrong in the world.
A great way to spend a Winter day.
Maybe now I should brave the Christmas Market?
Mulled wine, my favourite gloves and a big old scarf will do quite nicely.
Thank you.

A year ago today....

"To love oneself is the beginning of a life long romance." Oscar Wilde.

A year ago today, I embarked on the trip of a lifetime.
16 countries in 6 months.

I was full of hope that I was taking stock of my life.
I wanted to take back control of a life I hated, instead of ambling along and letting the years past me unnoticed. I was full of excitement and hope that I was walking down a new path....One that would make me feel good about myself, one that would lead me to happiness. One that would change everything.

I took risks, jumped out of aeroplanes thousands of feet up, jumped off a bridge because I could, trekked the jungle in search of gorilla's, slept on the ground night after night, while ants climbed all over me and mozzies feasted on me...


One problem, I had to take myself along too, complete with all my demons.
The demons that stop me doing things at home. The demons that whisper in my ear that "You are not good enough! Why would anyone ever love you!"

I slept under the stars on the Serengeti and worried that "She is far prettier than me, he must like her."
I sat at the top of Table Mountain and worried that the Irish guy I met, who obviously fancied me, might try something later and I would freak out.
I watched a beautiful pink sunrise in New Zealand, while I worried that I was far to boring for the guy sleeping in the next tent.
I was so consumed with myself and my feelings that I could not see what was around me.........
I wasted the most amazing 6 months of my life so far.

Now I'm back at home.
What a waste....

Fyfe Dangerfield - She's Always A Woman