My mummy is just great...
Mood:  a-ok
Oh my, isn't church fantastic? My ma (who's due to be ordained on September 25th) organised a Celtic Eucharist today. It was so much fun. My church is normally pretty boring and samey but today everyone was fired up, happy, really enjoying it. It was fantastic. One part of the service, just before the Lords prayer, the Rev said "Lord Jesus, here with us now..." and as he said the word "now" the sun shone in through the window and lit up the church. Was a pretty special moment. I think people were made to really think by the whole service. The sermon (given by my ma) was (and I say this with no bias at all!) was spot-on. The gospel, about the woman who was healed by Jesus on the Sabbath talked about how we should look for the potential in all of us. We are sometimes too bound by legislation and tradition to do something amazing... The synagogue big-wigs kicked up a fuss when J healed this woman but it was because the failed to see the potential of the situation- the woman had gone to J in faith, she had been healed and now she praised the Lord with more vigour and joy than ever before. Jesus had called her personally and she had gone, he released her potential and showed the poeple just how amazing His love was, and indeed still is.
We need to free ourselves from the constraints of group mentality, of rules and regualtions, and from our own sometimes pessimistic view of what we can achieve through Gods love for us.
(**Acknowledge S. Jones)

I talked to a guy after the service who has just moved to the area. Tim is a retired Vicar and such a chatty bloke. We were getting along very well and all of a sudden (I can't remember the context) he said something along the lines of "when you get ordained"... Now my first thought was that my ma had spoken to him and told him about what she thinks will happen to me (she keeps telling me I'll be ordained) but it turns out that he hadn't been talking to my ma about me, he just said it.
So, Lindsey & Ross, my Ma, Jennie, Eleanor, Anna, and now fairly random strangers keep telling me that I will be ordained.... (see Part 2)

Thought for the day...
Whats the point in writing this if nobody is reading it?!

Planes, Trains, and AUTOMOBILES!
Whooop! I have a car! At long last. And the very best thing about it is... Its a VW GOLF!
Its the car I've always wanted!
I can't believe my luck really... Only had a grand (which don't come for free by the way!) to spend on it and I never thought i'd find a Golf for that much. Its brilliant. Brilliant!
This has completely cheered me up.

Much Tiredy
Mood:  spacey
Wow. What a night. I went on a much needed par-tay in Oxford last night with my bro, and some other friends... I stayed up till 4am with one of the best looking guys I have ever met. He walked past me in the hole that is Park End (don't even ask what I was doing there). Before I knew it he was sat next to me chatting away. Albeit slightly drunk and tired but we had a good chat all the same. Now think about your kind of perfect person, someone who fits all criteria for being absolutly gorgeous. Charlie fitted all of my criteria and he liked me! I couldn't belieeeeve it. So I have his number, and he probably won't want to see me again but really, this guy was perfection. Made me happier about being dumped by Ed!! I wasn't even really on the look out yesterday... I am so ridiculously tired today though. I have a childrens party to do later on at work. I don't think I'm going to last the day.... Z ZzzZzZzzzzzz

Erm... Erk!
My ma reassures me that it will all be ok with her and my dad but i'm not so sure... She saw the Bish (oh wise Colin) and he said it would be a crime not to ordain my mother. I agree, wholeheartedly. But this still doesn't solve any of the issues my parents have between themselves. My dad (through no fault of his own) is not a communicator. He doesn't talk to anyone, he doesn't have close friends. The irony of this is that my mum has been shown the most amazing support, she has so many people to talk to except she's not the one who needs an outlet. I think its just highlighted how distant my dad is from the rest of this family. I feel sorry for him but the fact that he never talks to us about our lives, our feelings, means that he has done some kind of irreprable damage to our family. I have always been closer to my mum, she was always there while my dad was away working in London. I know he had to work to support us (we never wanted for anything and my childhood was brilliant) but he missed our growing up really. The family chats round the dinner table, our favourite programmes... That can never be lived again and I'm sad for dad that he missed it.
There's a lot of rubbish stuff going on in my house right now. However, I can see the good that can come of it. My dad knows he needs to talk, he knows he has to communicate.
I'm praying it'll make my parents stronger.

Can anyone explain?
I saw my ex boyfriend's brother yesterday. I asked him (casually) how Ed was getting on (I honestly didn't sound like I was obsessed, or anything). Anyway, Tom told me that Ed is getting on fine (all good), he loves his work (again, all good) but that the first female he's laid eyes on was about 50 so Ed's pretty gutted (not so good).
I know we aren't together anymore but I still feel really hurt by the fact that he's looking. I also am very aware that he's a bloke with needs, but to be so blatant only a week after finishing with me and after telling me how special and amazing I was and how if things were different... yabba yabba yabba... Quite honestly, I might not bother with another male again. Perhaps same-sex relationships are meant to be? I mean, women understand women... men understand men... It makes sense!

I love Damien Rice truely
Mood:  happy
Yesterday (oh joy of joys) my Damien Rice album arrived. I admit I am a bit slow in the apprieciation of his amazing talent but at least I can properly now. His album is incredible. Really incredible... I don't think I've ever listened to so many songs in such quick succession that completely transfized me. Its beautiful. I can't tel you how much you need this album. Really, go buy it (I'm not even on commission from Damien to tell you that!). Buy it, really do!Buy it.

Ben Folds Five arrived too but I haven't had time to listen to that yet because I refuse to remove Damien from my CD player (honestly, you should buy it).

Woah there Nelly!
Mood:  a-ok
I have just realised what a depresing note my blog started on... I should be explaining all the fun and excitement that happens in my life!
So, here goes...

...Um...

...erm...

Ok, so nothing much exciting happens.
I mentioned to my friend Kay (what I work with innit) that I would quite like a tattoo (What do you think?). She came into work today with a bunch of tattoo magazines for inspiration! Mostly I'd say no way jose to all the pictures I looked at but I did like one or too. Found this site as well... I'd like a cross or something smallish and simple and meaningful ...Like a IXOYE fish!.

Other work was cool today too... Kids are fun. I spent my afternoon working at the best summer camp in the whole of Witney (the only one too but thats not the point!). I get to go on a bouncy castle, play football, basketball, rounders, and silly games all day! Even the other staff were fun today. Scott has lost his place in the harrassment stakes. Pete has taken over with the rude and suggestive comments. It's all fine though, all entertaining!

Crisis point
Mood:  hug me
Its been a while since I started my blog... I have the feeling I'll not be that regular a post-er.

I have just come back from the most amazing 24hrs away. My mum is training to be a vicar. Last week was her summer school, the last week of her 3 year course. I went down to join her and her friends for the last night. I know some of her collegues but there are others she talks about, some of who she is very close to but who I don't know. It was good to put names to faces.
There was an evening entertainment thing. People on stage performing music and comedy sketches etc... One of the best things I have ever seen was Sister Mary. She's a little nun (describes herself as "bibulous", which apparently means she drinks a lot!). She sat on the stage to read us a bedtime story. She sat down and it became evident that this was to be no normal story. The whole thing was Cinderella in Spoonerisms. So instead of saying she "swept and wiped all day" you say she "wept and swiped all day". It makes the story bizarre because words and, consequently, their meanings get changed... Cinderella "slopped her dripper" for example. Everything became sexual innuendo. The best thing was Sister Mary (remember, she's a nun!) kept a perfectly straight face the whole thing through. It was phenomenal. I really don't think I've ever seen anything so funny.

On the flip-side my mum and dad are going thorough the worst kind of marriage crisis. My mum has informed me today that my dad has got us into huge debt, and that because of this debt she might not be able to be ordained. My mum has lived to be ordained. And if she's not ordained, she said she might have to leave my dad. He's been keeping this secret for years, nobody had any idea how bad it was. I'm so angry with him right now. Its perfectly possible that he's going to wreck my mums life. I'm feeling pretty crap right now. I could do with some prayers, just someone thinking about my family would help...

Another long day...
Mood:  down
Today was not good. I have just been to see my boyfriend... but apparently he's not anymore. He's moving to Cambridge on Friday (I did know he was going) and he said we can't work out long distance. However, he didn't tell me this today, he told me over the phone. Today we talked about everything but the whole relationship situation.
It really hurts letting him go. I though this one might last... I might post again later... Need to go talk to my best friend now.