Z is for..well, this is the great debate!

I wonder how many British children grew up listening to this song?  I remember Sesame Street being on television here and listening to it, for sure.  And I know that my own children grew up with it..but that was in the States, so it was the norm there.

Of course, this is the song where Z is zee...and not zed.

:)

Yes, I'm a full blown English woman.  And I grew up with Zed.  As in bed. 

But then over the years I lived in the States, I found myself slipping into the land of Zee.

For instance, this project has been the A to Z(ee) Challenge.

But those black and white creatures who look a bit like horses are zebras not (zee)bras.

Odd isn't it...so many English speaking countries in the world, but we have our own different spins on the language!

And there it is.  A to Z Challenge 2013 completed.  It's been fun.

:)x

Y is for Yellow..and Young..and Yes..

Yellow (as in daffodils)

It's also for the beautiful little yellow centres of daisies..I promise myself that at some time this year, I will sit down and make myself a daisy chain, just like I used to when I was young.

Young.

Another Y word.

Some people think I'm young ..well, if they are aged at least 90 I suppose they would.  I think my nieces and nephews think I'm old.  I just think I'm me though..

And my last thought for today is that Y is for Yes.

When my children were very little, I remember reading or hearing somewhere that you should balance each NO with 10 Yes'es.

I don't know that I ever did that..but it really isn't always so bad to say Yes...  sometimes it is a part of being kind to yourself...  

:)x

Silent Sunday

X is for X-Stitch (and for X-periment!)

I know that was a shameful cheat really...but never mind.  :)

I stopped in at the shop earlier to pick up some odds and ends for my parents...then dropped them off. Did I have my knitting..or my cross stitch..or a book with me?

Of course not!

Fortunately, my Mum has a lovely stash of patterns to look through, a photocopier, spare needles and an odd ball of yarn (which actually turned out to be mine anyway!)

And so I decided to try and make a starfish.  I know...they are not supposed to be pink with a silver thread running through it..but imagination is a good thing.

I just have the finishing off to do now!

And so this is the X-periment for today.  :)

The other little cheat is my X-Stitch.  I have some to finish.. somehow I seem to have more projects than time..but it's also somehow comforting to know that there really is always something to do.

Two of these items will become gifts..one for my brother in law and one for my niece.  I just have to sit down and keep stitching!  The frames are all ready to go though.. and yes..I promise to show pictures of the finished pictures!

Now, this little one has all the stitching completed...I have a frame and will soon have it all mounted and ready to go!  

Busy busy busy!!

:)x

W is for Work

I "snitched" a photo from my works' web site.. yes, I blanked out the sign to say where it is, but if you live in this area, I expect you'll recognize it.  And if you know me in person, you know where I work anyway.

Although my life has taken a few twists and turns along the way, my professional life hasn't really.  I began at age 18, working as what was then called a Nursing Auxiliary in a hospital for the elderly.  I loved it from word GO.

From there, I went through nursing training and about 18 months after qualifying as a General Nurse, I went into Midwifery.

That led me to the position which I totally loved..and would love to return to actually.  I worked in the Special Care Baby Unit.

I have babies now, who were so frail and tiny, struggling to breathe and clinging to life... and here they are, grown women with their own little ones, or strapping 6 foot plus fellas who play rugby.

Sometimes that makes me feel old.

Sometimes it makes me feel proud, to know that I have had a hand in helping them to survive.

These days I work in this rather fancy looking nursing home.

I act the fool at least once in every shift..mainly because well, if it puts a smile on the face of an old lady or gentleman, then, why not!

I wash people, feed people, make their beds, take them for "walks" in the garden.. do jigsaws with them...whatever..

It's hard work, yes.  Emotionally and physically.,

But somehow it just fits me.  I struggle with it at times... with my health issues it's really tough.

But I expect that in some sort of way, I'll work in the caring profession for as long as my body will allow me..

:)x

V is for Vodka

I'm not a drinker.

Not by any stretch of the imagination.

More than  a couple of glasses of wine with a meal and I'm giggling.  I used to like lager and could drink it without getting squiffy, but then when the coeliac diagnosis came in, I switched to cider.

I have to be really careful with that.

And as a disclaimer, I have to say, obviously, that if the car is with me I do not even touch alcohol at all.

So, when it was offered to me, that drink of vodka, my first reaction was to decline it.

But...you have to live..take the opportunity..try new things..

And so I did.

I can now say with gusto that I like the flavoured vodka.  Well, depending on the flavour of course.  I'm not so keen on neat vodka...I thought my innards were going to burn to shreds!!  But, with a bit of coke or something, it was better.

It won't ever be "my" drink, but it's ok.  And my saying this is just proof that the borders of my life have been stretched out a bit more over the past few weeks...

Cheers!

:)x

U is for Ukelele

When I signed up for Twitter, I found some people to follow who came from my hometown.

At that time, I was still living in the States, feeling homesick and struggling a bit really.

It's been interesting getting to know some of these lovely people who I follow...and who follow me too.

Some of them play the ukelele. 

They are good at it.

/sigh

I thought maybe I'd have a go.

/laugh

So I went out and bought this lovely little pink instrument.

It looks really nice, sitting in my lounge.  But there is a dreadful problem.  It may look nice..and I'm sure that in the skilled hands of some of my more talented friends it would sound lovely too...but quite frankly, I can't get a decent noise to appear.

Musically challenged maybe?  Seems odd, when I can play a full size guitar!!

:)x