Glasgow

It takes a long time to get to Glasgow from Bridlington! I mean I know in terms of the world, like say as journey from Australia to Brid, Glasgow isn't very far. But it is a long way to drive in a car with a dog draped over your leg.
But anyway this weekend that where I've been. I left Thursday morning at a relatively early time of 8:00 AM and got back Sunday.
I really like Glasgow, I know it has quite a bad reputation and people think its really rough but I've never really seen that side of it.
For me Glasgow means Broomhill which is the area where my Auntie Uncle and Cousins live. Glasgow means seeing people that I get on with really well but don't get to see enough of. I don't have a huge family, don't have loads of relatives that pop up all over the place and apart from Hartlepool the people that I would go and visit as family are extremely few and far between. (here I insert a dig at Emma - Hartlepool beat Darlington this week!!!) I suppose thats why I love seeing the family I do know.
Well this weekend has been no exception and I've had a brilliant time!
So quickly so that I don't bore you too much this weekend = shopping, eating, drinks, hearing practice French orals, pub lunch, pizza, lots of coffee shops and much talking (as you can imagine with 6 females in one house) :-)

Mothers Day

Yeah, so i understand that Mothers Day is, like so many other things in life, just an over commercialized thing, thrown in are faces for weeks in advance in a desperate attempt to make us buy stuff, and buy it now!
But, that doesn't mean that the deep meaning of it has to be completely lost to us.
Its bad that we have to be forced to do it, its bad that its can't just be allowed to be a spontaneous thing, but we should appreciate people that give us so much.
I know its not true for everyone, I know not all mothers are wonderful. But that just makes the good ones even more special.
Soppy as it is, my mum is special, shes brilliant and so to me, despite the sillyness of mothers day I like the opportunity to say so.
I realize I've been quoting alot recently but this is my mums favorite poem so I think its worth using, after all, the things you love show the person you are.

Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Paul Simon

The way we look to a distant constellation
Thats dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry

iTunes on random, first get this, then I get the backstreet boys, ironic.

A little bit different

Last night I went out for food and a few drinks with two of my friends from Biology. I don't know Sarah or Rebekha brilliantly, and it was really nice to meet up and get a chance to see them outside of the science site!
I realize that I'm a person that likes routine, I like to spend time with people I know well doing things that I'm familiar with. I like going to the bars that I know and being able to talk to people I'm completely comfortable with. But of course this means that sometimes I become very stuck. I am not averse to being stuck, I like stuck.
Anyway, the point is last night i did something out of my usual. I went to places that I haven't been, and had a really nice time. I left my hole/rut/comfort zone and did something a little bit different, and while I'm not the sort of person that tries new things all time, its good do every so often.

Hmmmm...happy

Its March, everyone rejoice. No particular reason why March should equal rejoicing, it just seemed as good a reason as any to be happy. Spring is on its way, the birds are singing, the trees are swaying. OK so I have too much time on my hands. But sometimes there doesn't need to be a reason for you to be happy. I'm happy, and there you go. :-)
:-)