Talent! Less…

Over the weekend I saw all these amazing creations on Etsy and I realised that Etsy is a HUGE enemy… seriously, all these amazing things at insane prices all sitting there taunting me and my useless-ness.

I see all these things and just can’t fathom how someone goes about making most of them. They are just so amazing I feel lost as where to start. I love beading but I’m just confused about how to do anything! I want to make worthwhile pieces for friends and the public but I get stuck in the crapness of it all.

Where do people get these sparks of motivation to be so wonderful? I wonder if I’ll ever accomplish something so great people will wonder at how amazing my talent is? Doubtful, highly doubtful.

Then I think, what’s the point in anything if it all comes to nothing in the end? What’s the point in looking back at the nothingness of life?

Spark of Compassion?

Ha! Unlikely… well maybe a slight one. However unlikely it is ๐Ÿ™‚

Tonight I was watching this Aussie show called Can We Help? People write in questions and the show answers them and generally there is a longer segment where they help find people from other people’s past.

Tonights ‘lost person’ was about a family who’s parents split in the 60’s or 70’s but never explained why to their kids so one of their ‘kids’ (he’s now in his 60s) decided to investigate and found out that their Dad actually fathered another child… and so we get to the lost person.

Enter lost person Bill who, wow, lovely man. I felt so sorry for him and the loneliness that had been his childhood. He was adopted to a family who brought him up but didn’t appear to love him. When he realised he was adopted he felt something click into place and changed his name back to his original name in hopes that his biological family would one day find him.

And find him they did. He was so… happy… joyful. Everything lovely. He just couldn’t believe his luck. That this miracle was happening to him. Such a lovely man. I felt so happy for him.

You can see the story here under: Lost and Found: Gordon Thompson.

It is strange to me though. I really don’t hold much importance in family. I don’t feel the need to be with someone or like someone because they share my genes. I’m sure this story would have had most people thinking about their lost families but I just thought about happy old Bill. Good for Bill.

Then I remembered that it’s nearly 2 years since seeing Dad… and all I could muster was relief. YAY to Bill and YAY to me for being happy ๐Ÿ™‚

Good week.

This week is flying by! I hope it can slow itself down for the weekend though because it’s time for catching up on sleep, Torchwood (mmm Jack) and everything in between (not much but time can still go slow if it likes).

This week I pretty much felt free at work for the first time in well… ever ๐Ÿ˜€ I had the freedom to do what I like and wasn’t questioned for my decisions (although yesterday someone that isn’t my boss decided to try and keep tabs on me… uh, no). Hopefully this is what it’ll be like when I take over completely… 2.5 weeks to go apparently (bites nails), scary and exciting all in one.

I have fallen behind on commenting and reading though ๐Ÿ™ a certain boyfriend of mine has found Facebook and as a part of that he has also found old friends. So, these days I kind of have to wrench him away from MSN if I want to ever get a look at the computer.

This weeks weight loss is not going well… I keep snacking like crazy for no reason in particular except that the food is there. However, I did spy 2 blocks of chocolate in my cupboard (that I actually forgot I bought… that’s a plus right?) and left them there. I know that if I put them in the fridge and think about their deliciousness every time I open the fridge door there is no turning back. So this is my challenge, how long can I keep those preciouses in the cupboard for? And when I do finally relent, can I not eat the entire block in 30 seconds ๐Ÿ˜€

Welp, we finally put Nero on the computer so I’m off to burn like crazy ๐Ÿ™‚

Promotion without the payrise

Lonely Orange

I can barely remember this week beginning and now it is coming to an end. This week was a week of ups (YAY), perhaps it is true that time flies when you’re having fun! Although, there was a part of yesterday where I was getting more and more frustrated by the second and yet time kept on keeping on and my deadline was getting closer and closer.

Otherwise… lovely week ๐Ÿ™‚ I was invited to meetings and my opinions were recognised and appreciated – although, I found them quite basic, others thought they were the most amazing ideas to be told ever! Well, maybe not that amazing but great all the same.

I was promoted without the payrise (biding my time). Yes, the boss had to relinquish her hold on the ordering department and hand it over to me. She will still be overseeing stuff while I settle in but officially, it is now mine. I’ve already made changes 1 day into owning it ๐Ÿ˜€

Hot Air Balloons floated calmly over my house (see picture above) and one actually landed on the oval behind my house (see Flickr. Yes, it’s new)! It was all very neat.

The one person I am ‘in charge’ of at work gushed about how great it is that we’ll get to work together more now and how happy the decision made her! This made me very pleased as I was scared she’d be upset that she wasn’t in charge (she’s been there MUCH longer and I ask her 5000 questions a day) but she doesn’t want it and understands that we’ll work as a team anyway. Go me! ๐Ÿ™‚ She actually gave me a lift home yesterday and chatted with me for an hour in her car before going on her merry way. It feels good to have an ally in the battlefield (not that work is overly bad lol).

NEW SHOES! Ahahahaha! Yes, my others are very worn. I love Puma’s though and I didn’t want to let them go. Now I have a pair of Fila’s (I wanted Puma’s but these were too much of a bargain to give up on) that I hope will be just as lovely.

Now, off to discover this day ๐Ÿ™‚

The humble life of a Pheasant Plucker

Can you hear that? Neither can I… It’s Oh So Quiet, but soon again.. shh shh… starts ANOTHER BIG RIOT! Hee, that song totally got into my head when I was thinking about this post. And well, it’s not so quiet right now because I’ve just you tubed that song (the original not that Bjork) and realised how awesome Betty Hutton (uh, who?) is! I did intend to listen to the Bjork one but, well… her clip is too shiny and colourful and I would never have finished the post…

… OK, so I did go watch it ๐Ÿ˜€ Awesome! But now I’m back to Betty and wondering what else of hers I can investigate.

So anyway, the point of this post being? A night alone! Sometimes it’s nice to get some time to yourself, especially after a big week. And it was a big week… I got an email address AND a name badge this week. Which isn’t too bad, after 3 months and all ๐Ÿ˜€

So tonight? Who knows… whatever I want! That’s the point right? What does everyone else get up too on a night to themselves?