Coffee Good, Morning Bad

Running scared

I suddenly had a dash of blinding inspiration yesterday and thought 'I'd like to be able to run a bit'. I used to hate running at school because it just seemed to be a way of the PE teachers getting rid of us for a whole lesson and always figured I couldn't do it.

So, anyway, before I could chicken out I bought a new shock absorber level 4 bra  and some actual running shoes (not very expensive but proper running shoes nonetheless)  and some training pants and a wickaway top  and I just ordered the 'running for beginners' book and, heaven help me, I'm going to start running.

I just want to be able to do a reasonable run for 30 minutes (building up to it of course) so I don't think it's out of my league but I certainly feel a bit WAAAAAAAAAAH!

My husband is being very supportive but I'm not sure I will be able to stick at it. I'm hoping that some lovely people will be able to encourage me a bit and give me tips and I might be able to manage a 30 minute run by the summer ( I really want to run along the seafront in the summer).

Now, tell me, am I a mentalist?

A somewhat unexpected result?

I'm flattered but I can only assume it's my quick-to-judge nature that has me picked out thus:

Take the Quiz here!

Split personality.

This blog is my blather blog.
I have a new blog for my craft stuff so people who enjoy a smorgasbord of craft attempts don't have to read about the hilarious last attempt of Toby to fill the DVD player with jam. That craft blog is Coffee Good, Morning Bad.
I also have a copywriting blog - which will be sporadically updated with articles, interviews and news - for my copywriting business Poppy Copy
I have a gaming blog which is purely about what I'm playing (or not) on my profile at weplaythis.com
I also have a flickr account, last fm account, twitter account, I'm somewhere on facebook, pownce, vimeo, seesmic and yahoo! live.
Feck it. I am the internet.

No, really, my brother jokingly accused me of having an internet double life he didn't realise about because Google will give you a million mentions of me. I will try and put some links in the sidebar here so you can find me all over the place if you so wish. Internet stalkers your life just got easier.

blogging from bed and other worrying developments

i have an eee pc and so can now blog from bed. Guess where I am right now?
i have got back into cross-stitching after some time off. I bought a rather posh floorstand i have lusted after for some years. this pleases me. i might even finish a kit or two before the desire wanes again.
toby said 'utside dow' today and then tried to demonstrate it. with a cup of water in his hand,
i am on a decluttering rampage again. the charity shops of brighton are in for a bonanza.
i have been sewing on my sewing machine, thanks to some wonderful tuition from my friend Stephanie and encouragement from my fellow sewing virgin Jessica, and have almost finished a dress. next we are going to do trousers!!!
i have two minor speaking engagements, about copywriting, in April happening in Brighton. If you're interested in attending either let me know and I'll pass the details on.
equally there will be a Easter Sunday teaparty picnic happening in Brighton too, so come on down. details on upcoming.org

Toby at 19 months

Toby at 19 months, originally uploaded by RellyAB.

Good grief. Scratches from fighting over toys at nursery? Button up shirt? Perma-snot?

How does he keep doing this? Everytime I check a roll (well, a camera card) one shot catches my breath and I think 'Jeepers, he really is growing!'

He is closer to 2 then he is to one now. He can take off his own nappy (by sticking his hands down it and pulling the sides apart <_<), he says SO.MANY.THINGS, he can use cutlery and pick up a little cup and drink from it.

When he was a baby I used to wish someone had explained to me how hard it is to be a parent, to care for a child and to not give up when you really want to just put them out with the recycling. Now I know why they don't. Firstly, you can't have a conversation with another adult that goes that indepth if the aforementioned toddler is in the room.

Secondly, you just can't explain. You can only ever vocalise how there is a lot of poo and sick and no sleep and arguments over small toys and putting socks on and all the washing. You cannot explain how someone so flippin' stubborn and infuriating and willful and belligerent owns your soul and you are totally happy about it without sounding like you are entangled in the most abusive relationship in the world.

The best shot at it I have is this: I love this kid with every atom of my being. Forget the cliches. Of course I would die for him but more to the point I would go to the dreaded soft play with him. I'd give up any hope of ever going out on a Saturday night again for him. I would eat courgettes just to set a good example to him. I love the very body he breathes with, the bones that hold his frame up and most of all the precious, authentic little personality that he is.