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Kings Singers - Lullabye (Goodnight My Angel) 021410.mp4
Love is a pair of homemade knitted gloves @marksandspencer You have to make them to fit the recipient perfectly, you’re making something that you know will wear out and you have to knit all those damn little fingers, but its worth it to keep your loved one warm. #sharethelove / on Instagram http://ift.tt/1nZDhzW
Nicholas Kristof’s column today features Catherine Hamlin, an Australian gynecologist and 21st century Mother Teresa. Dr. Hamlin has revolutionized the care of a childbirth injury called obstetric fistula that leaves the woman incontinent and stigmatized. Through the hospital she set up in Addis Adaba, Ethiopia, she has trained generations of doctors, helping to restore dignity and hope to 35,000 women. Here she is at her 90th birthday last month (photo by Joni Kabana). Happy Birthday, Dr. Hamlin, and many happy returns!
Silent Night/Night Of Silence Spinning Jenny Cover
Bishop’s University Chamber Choir - And So It Goes by Billy Joel (arr. Bob Chilcott)
ADVENTIST VOCAL ENSEMBLE-THERE IS A BALM IN GILEAD
A boy sprawled next to me on the bus, elbows out, knee pointing sharp into my thigh.
He frowned at me when I uncrossed my legs, unfolded my hands
and splayed out like boys are taught to: all big, loose limbs.
I made sure to jab him in the side with my pretty little sharp purse.
At first he opened his mouth like I expected him to, but instead of speaking up he sat there, quiet, and took it for the whole bus ride.
Like a girl.
Once, a boy said my anger was cute, and he laughed,
and I remember thinking that I should sit there and take it,
because it isn’t ladylike to cause a scene and girls aren’t supposed to raise their voices.
But then he laughed again and all I saw
was my pretty little sharp nails digging into his cheek
before drawing back and making a horribly unladylike fist.
(my teacher informed me later that there is no ladylike way of making a fist.)
When we were both in the principal’s office twenty minutes later
him with a bloody mouth and cheek, me with skinned knuckles,
I tried to explain in words that I didn’t have yet
that I was tired of having my emotions not taken seriously
just because I’m a girl.
Girls are taught: be small, so boys can be big.
Don’t take up any more space than absolutely necessary.
Be small and smooth with soft edges
and hold in the howling when they touch you and it hurts:
the sandpaper scrape of their body hair that we would be shamed for having,
the greedy hands that press too hard and too often take without asking permission.
Girls are taught: be quiet and unimposing and oh so small
when they heckle you with their big voices from the window of a car,
because it’s rude to scream curse words back at them, and they’d just laugh anyway.
We’re taught to pin on smiles for the boys who jeer at us on the street
who see us as convenient bodies instead of people.
Girls are taught: hush, be hairless and small and soft,
so we sit there and take it and hold in the howling,
pretend to be obedient lapdogs instead of the wolves we are.
We pin pretty little sharp smiles on our faces instead of opening our mouths,
because if we do we get accused of silly women emotions
blowing everything out of proportion with our PMS, we get
condescending pet names and not-so-discreet eyerolls.
Once, I got told I punched like a girl.
I told him, Good. I hope my pretty little sharp rings leave scars.
Zesty chicken wraps. Tonight’s dinner! / on Instagram http://ift.tt/1lVYGsW
Very important tiger business occurring / on Instagram http://ift.tt/KQ1XvX
Selah - Before The Throne Of God Above [with lyrics]
All heaven declares (with lyrics) - Hillsong - Martin Ball
Verity has one guinea pig and one wig? / on Instagram http://ift.tt/1eLB4qd
Tom prepares my smoked salmon Christmas breakfast. In a velvet smoking jacket. As you do. / on Instagram http://ift.tt/1cR9MYy
The in-laws fake tree, passed my glance test! / on Instagram http://ift.tt/1cR9P6G
My Dad in his very cool Christmas jumper and pale blue trews. / on Instagram http://ift.tt/Jkx1lY
Christmassy! Thanks Ellie and Andy for helping us decorate. #nofilter / on Instagram http://ift.tt/1dsd7ip
Last night I was trying to explain to a friend who Kaffe Fasset and Brendon Mably are.
I said ‘if knitting designers were marvel characters they’d be Tony Stark and Pepper Pots’.
Now I can’t stop thinking about who other knitwear designers would be. Elizabeth Zimmerman has to be Fury, right? Maybe the Yarn Harlot is Hawkeye?
Tom says this is just the starter / on Instagram http://ift.tt/19CyN8N
Riley’s first instgram / on Instagram http://ift.tt/IRYHyF
So, I broke my foot. It was a gentle Tuesday evening, I was sat knitting, having eaten my tea. Got up to get ready for dancing, felt a huge pain my left foot, and heard a loud crack and was on the floor.
Cancelled the dancing with Christelle, and then rang Laura to take me to A and E as it had started to swell in a stripe across my foot.
Turns out I've broken the metatarsal in line with my little toe. A and E sent me away with a bandage and crutches and said to rest it, but to try and walk on it a bit.
Fracture clinic appointment this week where they put me in plaster, say not to walk on it, and worry that I have soft tissue damage and want me to have a CAT scan.
Before the fracture clinic appointment I'd felt like it was getting a bit better and was walking on it a bit. Hopefully I've not set myself back due to that conflicting advice.
Today, my colleagues came to take me to a work meeting, which I was so grateful for, so I could see the outside world. They had fun pushing me around Mottisfont in one of the wheelchairs. I loved the theme this year for their Christmas visit, The Swan Queen's Ball. Fantastical decorated trees, a ballroom to dance in. Fabulous.
My friends have been lovely about popping in to see me to make sure I see a person, and get fed whilst Tom is at work. It's nice to feel like people care about you. Even far away friends have sent hamper or offered to pay for takeaways. Very hard to carry things when you've got crutches!
Audrey Hepburn for ‘My Fair Lady’, 1963. Costume and photo by Cecil Beaton.
Ugh - when do I get to wear a massive hat again?
Nothing much happened yesterday. Had a busy day at work, sorting Christmas stuff and proof reading content.
Then in the evening, I'd thought about going shopping then to the PCC meeting at church, but when I got in I was so hungry, that I ate first, then went to PCC.
PCC was relatively uneventful, looking at some donations to the church and how to spend them, and voting for some new communion assistants. We've got some big decisions to take as a parish coming up, so I expect there will be lots more thought and prayer as we approach the new year.
Afterwards, I went shopping and bought bits for the week as I had no food. I have the ladies coming round on Wednesday after pilates so bought bits to make pizza. Then I watched a little of the Kennedys programme that was on BBC2
In someways, the Kennedys get treated like the American equivalent of royalty, which is odd for a supposed meritocratic society, in my head anyway.
I also had a fab chat with my dad, as it was his birthday. He's been ill recently, and he sounded so much perkier which was good.
Today has been more proof reading and Christmas sound clips for radio ads, and tech support. I'm off to visit Tom's mum and stepdad tonight and tomorrow, to use up some of my annual leave.
Today, I have been very church wardeny, attending a service at both the churches in the parish and doing some admin.
I made a tasty chorizo risotto for lunch whilst Tom did his homework.
Then I finished one of my secret Santa presents, hemmed a pair of trousers for Tom and watched lots of trashy telly.
Tom has gone off to Brum for another week if college so I'm currently tucked up in bed with an extra duvet to keep me warm.
Today we got up late.
I pottered about making lunch, tidying up and needle felting.
Tom was upstairs doing his maths home work.
We then popped up to Portswood to see if the charity shops would yield some trousers for Tom. The very last shop we went in did.
It was off to Ikea next, to buy new bed slats and some bits for Christmas presents. We met up with Todd and Adam and Ian and Mel for coffee as Ian and Mel had come down to furnish their new house.
Dinner was courtesy of the early sitting at the Oink pop up at Peter Rhodes. Was very tasty.
You find me now in Hannah and Jon's sitting room, having been kindly invited here after dinner.
It's been a gentle domestic kind of day.