Etsy does it again.

http://www.etsy.com/listing/45117819/17th-century-r2-d2---altered-antique-pla?ref=sr_gallery_3&ga_search_query=r2-d2&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_page=&includes[0]=tags&includes[1]=title

Is this not the coolest buy ever?!

Uncertainty

Do not let what you cannot do interfere with what you can do.

I'm a Cyclist not a Terrorist!

To be perfectly honest, although to some I would be considered a jack (I very much don't), and with that comes a deep hatred for Cardiff City, I have never pandered to that ridiculous Football mentality, but may I take this opportunity to slate Cardiff as much as the next Swan's fan.

In this god forsaken country the percentage of sunshine we actually experience must be well below 15% of the year, therefore when the sun is out make the most of it in anyway you know how. Riding my bike to the train station, taking the train out of this city and taking a day trip to another did not conclude in the peaceful and fun day I had anticipated. Now sooner had we arrived on Cardiff soil (or rather concrete) did the constant harassment start. I never realised just how much of an offence having a 'push' bike actually was.

Problem no 1: You cannot even very slowly ride your bike on a train platform and am told this in the most patronising manner, I did retaliate!

Problem no 2: You cannot quietly push your bike through the new John Lewis Centre and am told this by the youngest Security Guard I have ever laid my eyes on, I retaliated to that too.

Problem no 3: You cannot ride your bike through the city centre at all. Even though I made more attention to the people around me than any pedestrian had, including crazy mothers with prams and idiots on mobile phones whose eyes cease to function. I am informed of the ban by a random passer by sounding in a very aggressive manner "Get off your bike" and another security guard who stated that the underfloor of the city centre was dangerous and likely to cause slipping.

Problem no 4: There is no consistent storage area for bikes on trains and it's a game to work out where they may live. Then when you find the wrong area have another row for that too, with big fat controller harping on about that too for much longer than he needed to. I'm an adult, tell me once nicely and I will do exactly as you say!

Obviously if you ride a bike (and maybe try and say the planet a bit and look after your own health) then you are a menace. As an adult I think I deserve a bit of respect and come to that anyone of any age also deserves that but the way figures of so-called authority deliver their information is totally inappropriate.

My god Swansea can be the most ridiculous place at times but Cardiff topped that yesterday!!!

Luckily I can ride fast when I need to and stand up for myself!

New Blogs to see

www.ladiesonbikes.blogspot.com

www.theyeszine.blogspot.com

My Heart is complicated but I have one.

For today I am..

The Absurdist

Absurdism is a philosophy stating that the efforts of humanity to find inherent meaning in the universe ultimately fail (and hence are absurd), because no such meaning exists, at least in relation to the individual. "The Absurd," therefore, is commonly used in philosophical discourse to refer to the clash between the human search for meaning and the human inability to find any. In this context absurd does not mean "logically impossible," but rather "humanly impossible".

For those who ever needed to start again

Dear John,

I woke this morning to rays of light that held me in bed way beyond the time I should have remained there. My solace was to create as much darkness as I could create and hold onto the night. Then I realised that the darkness does you no favours and halts our existence, instead I braved the light and said 'YES' to life one more time.

Realising that I had been distracted by 'maybe' and 'tomorrow', in the arms of 'take your time'.

I don't have time to wait and I don't have time to think, just do. So this I am saying to you. I say 'yes' to life one more time.

Signed 'all of those who needed to start again'. X

Nap-time

Siesta is the Spanish suggestion of afternoon napping and a mighty fine idea that is too. Siesta is a Spanish word which is taken from the Latin word hora sexta meaning 'the sixth hour', counting from dawn, therefore noon, hence midday rest.

Whether it is the lifestyle I choose to lead currently or maybe health reasons, or maybe even the seasonal shift, over the last couple of months, post lunch, pre dinner (and lets not describe the day in future in terms of meals) my poor little mind and body is crying out for this 'midday rest'. The act of sleeping in the afternoon is very much self forbidden but the impact on my soul and body after a stolen hour is worth it. If I/m woken suddenly watch out, bear, head, sore springs to mind, but the right amount in the right conditions rejuvenates me.

Im being careful though and realisr I need to shift my sleep pattern and body clock and regiment my hectic lifestyle before I burn out. But hey, I like it that way. You know, make everyday count but let me recharge and grab 5, ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.