One of the new things I've been thinking about is holidays and various celebrations and what they mean to me, so with Valentine's Day being tomorrow I thought I'd have a little think about what it meant to me.
To be honest for the past few years it didn't really mean much at all, and I've never really subscribed to the whole idea of commercialization and the notion that this is one day a year when you have to do something nice for your significant other. This year is a little different. I still don't subscribe to those same ideals, but also I'm not the only pea in the pod either. Usually I don't need a special day to do something nice for the one I adore, most of the time I'll see something and think, "Amy would love that!" or "That is so her".
A lot of the time I just listen, a while back she was saying that her cafetiere had gotten broken and that she missed pressed coffee. Like a lot of things these tend to fall by the wayside and never become absolute necessities. These are the little things that those who are listening can step in and pick up. so I had a look around and sent her one. A nice surprise to find on your doorstep. No Valentine's day required. We were actually talking on the phone when she walked up and found it. The excitement in her voice is something I'll always remember and treasure. I love hearing it, knowing that I did something to make her smile is priceless. I don't think I could do it just once a year, far too addicted for that.
It works both ways, it's always nice to receive a gift, knowing that someone is thinking of you too.
So what have I done for Valentine's Day this year? Well, on the off chance that Amy reads this I think I will just keep it quiet, and maybe she'll tell you all about it tomorrow.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Thursday, February 9, 2012
The Adventures of Flat Stanley
Recently I was asked to help with a Flat Stanley project and thought it might be rather fun to add a little story along with the picture.
For Bailey Gabriel and her friend Flat Stanley.
It was a cold and stormy night. I was awoken as the ship rocked and bucked in the foam. Crawling onto deck the night was sullen and dark, rain lashed against my face. Almost from out of nowhere a crash sounded. A muckle cannonball punched a HUGE whole in the side of the ship and these pirates in kilts started swinging on board. Dressed in kilts and holding big, pointy swords between their teeth. I don't mind telling you I was a little alarmed. Scottish Pirates! The worst of the worst kind at that.
They took us all prisoner and into the row boats we went. A clunk, and one of them bopped me on the back of the head. When I woke up the next morning, I was in a cage, a prisoner with no way to escape! We were all sitting in cages on a desert island while the horrible pirates, who by the way had absolutely no manners, scoffed on mutton stew all around.
They had taken all my clothes so I had nothing but my underpants on, the meanies! I waited for night until all the pirates fell asleep, and one by one they did. Using my secret ninja skills, I picked the lock on the cage with a splinter and made my escape. Though it was not a great situation, I had no clothes. I was going to have to steal some pirate clothes and on the washing line was a kilt and a waistcoat, well that's not great but better than nothing.
On the beach was a little row boat, one of the ones I was brought to the island in, I got into it and paddled as hard as I could. The next day a passing oil tanker picked me up and brought me home.
For Bailey Gabriel and her friend Flat Stanley.
It was a cold and stormy night. I was awoken as the ship rocked and bucked in the foam. Crawling onto deck the night was sullen and dark, rain lashed against my face. Almost from out of nowhere a crash sounded. A muckle cannonball punched a HUGE whole in the side of the ship and these pirates in kilts started swinging on board. Dressed in kilts and holding big, pointy swords between their teeth. I don't mind telling you I was a little alarmed. Scottish Pirates! The worst of the worst kind at that.
They took us all prisoner and into the row boats we went. A clunk, and one of them bopped me on the back of the head. When I woke up the next morning, I was in a cage, a prisoner with no way to escape! We were all sitting in cages on a desert island while the horrible pirates, who by the way had absolutely no manners, scoffed on mutton stew all around.
They had taken all my clothes so I had nothing but my underpants on, the meanies! I waited for night until all the pirates fell asleep, and one by one they did. Using my secret ninja skills, I picked the lock on the cage with a splinter and made my escape. Though it was not a great situation, I had no clothes. I was going to have to steal some pirate clothes and on the washing line was a kilt and a waistcoat, well that's not great but better than nothing.
On the beach was a little row boat, one of the ones I was brought to the island in, I got into it and paddled as hard as I could. The next day a passing oil tanker picked me up and brought me home.
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