You're Our boy

You are Our Child.
You are Our Son.

It's an honour to watch you slowly but surely transform into a Man.






(note to self: Don't leave your blog open then pass your brother the laptop.

"No, he's your nephew, not your son, son, I mean brother. oh brother!

It's an honour to watch you slowly but surely transform into a Man. let's not get ahead of ourselves here, he's not but 8 months old.")


Interesting that he would say that.
It was once agreed by the four of us that because our dad wasn't a very good one, we had all learnt from each other as we grew up. Essentially Fathering each other through life and I hold firm to that belief. So when I say he is my Son, yes, he is.
And the transformation? Well...

itty bitty update

Lost my job.
Father decided he wanted to leave me a voicemail.
Am finding it hard to get to sleep.
Joined a covers band.
< /sigh>

Ha, so, anyone remember when I said I spoke to Tim Hughes at Soul Survivor a couple of years back saying how his song 'Everything' is pretty much impossible to sing in church? Well...

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odd place

it's been an interesting day.

I could almost hear God say "well, you wanted to be in a position where you had to rely on me didn't you?" and I couldn't help but laugh aloud.

I'll rewind a bit.

1 hour previously I was called by the agency I work for and was asked to come into the office after work for a chat. Seeing as I was busy straight after work, I offered to come in while on my lunch.

40 minutes previously I was walking back to work to clear my desk, my phone rings and I speak to a friend, then bump into another. We talk and I then I remember that I'll now need some money, I walk back to a cash machine to withdraw some money then, realising I will need change buy a 'choco dip', a parting gift.

So I now have my change to pay the sandwich guy, my choco dip to give to the nice person who sits on my table and think "that the hell am I going to do?" and then he says ...

It's not what I had in mind actually. To be told and to acknowledge you're pretty crap isn't my idea of fun. Actually, it really hurts. I'm not consistent, it looks terrible that I'm 24 and the longest I've ever worked in one place is two years and I walked out of that job. It's painful to face up the fact that in the 8 years since my GCSEs I've amounted a pile of life experience and not much else.

I wasn't really in the mood for going to Samaritans (which I now volunteer at, never mentioned that before but there we go). I feel like I'm meant to be there.

ever just wanted to control c your heart? < /sigh>

he wears his heart on his sleeve and ignores the choices he should make, he cuts off his own nose to spite his own face