Three Random Questions

Questions on my mind...

What happens to dirt?
Clearly, things such as leaves, grass and lifeless human bodies decomposes and turns into dirt after a while. But what happens to dirt? At some point the dirt surely must turn into bodies and plants, but how does that happen?

Is the shadow of Earth the same size as the moon?
When you look at the moon, the part of the Earth getting in the way of the light from the sun appears to be a circle the same size as the moon. Is that because the shadow of our planet is the same size as the moon, or does it have any other explanation?

Why does hair fall off?
They say we lose 50-100 hairs daily. Why is it that if you'd pull out a hair it would hurt, but some just fall out by themselves?

(The last question I actually googled the answer. The answer is that hairs follow the Hair Growth Cycle.)


These are things I can think about.

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Things I Do When I'm Bored

I have a tan that looks fake! It looks like I need a lesson in how to apply fake tan, though it's not fake. The result of sun and snow. Lovely!

Today I was bored. When I am bored I do stupid things, like getting on dating sites. I find it very amusing until I realise people are actually serious. Then I get scared and decide never to get on a dating site again. Another annoying thing about it is that the pictures I try to upload are always declined for reasons I never understand. I guess the pictures that describe me the best are seen as either obscene or just plain scary. I find that amusing as well.

Yesterday Tony went in for detox! Go Tony, I'll cheer you through all the way mate. You will get your ass back, and then we'll go fishing!

Podcasts rock!

Susanna lent me a book called Just Do Something. Is she trying to tell me something?


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You're in The Army Now

Yesterday it was confirmed. I have been adopted by the Bristish army.

A lot of people are not aware of the fact that I am currently in France for a week of snowboarding. I bought my tickets about 37 hours before I took off, a busy time full of work and last minute shopping - but I made it! I got the bus to London and from there I took the snow express (a bus) down to Les Arcs in France. The ticket man smiled when he found out my destination and said it would be an interesting journey as I would head the same direction as a big group of guys from the army. As I walked up the stairs to the bus I found 27 suddenly smiling faces staring at me. I sneaked into the one empty seat and just hoped for the best. Thankfully, a sound guy not belonging to the loud and drunk army group took the seat next to me and I made him promise not to leave my side. Let's just say the journey started off very noisy, went crazy and then ended in quietness as the hangovers started to kick in. I managed to sleep on and off.

I soon realised I was gonna stay at the same place as the hungover guys and somehow a bonding started. That is how I randomly ended up in a room for a military briefing. None of the boys minded, nor did the boss. I've been told that it's because I'm blonde and pretty. Mainly because I'm blonde. I'm not sure that is a compliment. Anyway, I've had some amazing days of snowboarding, snow and sun. I'm falling so much I'm basically eating snow, but I don't really mind. It seems to be a weird but great holiday. And I've basically been adopted by a drinking, crazy, and obscene army. They say they're taking me back with them, but I'll be heading back the way I came, back to good ole Bristol. Just not yet. Got 3 more days here  :)

Au Revoir and

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Man Hunting Business

Wanted:

Man, not too old and not too young.
You do not care too much about the condition of your hair, or the condition of mine. I don't mind you singing in the shower, the louder the better if it's done with a cheerful heart. I don't mind you flashing me when you're in the mood, as long as I'm free to do the same. You do not have to know how to cook, but you need to make the effort and try. I hate hoovering, just so you know.

I love surprises. You should love surprises too. You must like travelling and adventures and not fear danger. And if you do, you must be prepared to challange your fears. You must fear God. You must be captivated by God so that you love people enough to put your life at risk, or mine. You must be passionate about what you do, yet remain humble. You must always be prepared to step outside your comfort zone.

You should like getting your hands dirty and not mind working hard. You like the quiet yet you enjoy a good party. You dance, if you're good at it matters less. No smoker. You love fires. You like exploring. You're a good kisser and a passionate lover. My hand should fit in yours.

Oh, and I must find you extremely attractive.


See, I am not hopeless!

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Birthday Ramble

The 19th of February 1985 the baby girl Frida was born. 26 years later she was working in a hospital in Bristol. My birthday was celebrated with a 12 hour shift at work. One of my patients, a 92 year old man, sincerely apologised for not bringing me a present. I found that really sweet, cause he'd never seen me before I brought him back from recovery.

After work I met up with some friends for dinner and wine at our first home in England - the Beefeater in Emersons Green. Me and Julia went into town and met up with my lovely house mates Rachel and Susanna. We went to Start the Bus and danced the night away. It was a fun night and the dance challanges were mad! Legs were swinging, buttocks were flashed, guys went flying in the air, the moves were as obscene as they were silly. In the end, we walked out victoriously. The leader of the other team looked me in the eye and said that next time, it would be to the death. Then he invited me to join his crew. It was a good night. They went off to Mr Wolfs, the place that is always open, and we headed for home.

Sunday morning I was awakened by my house mates bringing me chai latte in bed. Then I got served an amazing breakfast with plentiful of fresh fruit and berries. We ended up chilling in the house all day, made a fire, ate pizza, had birthday cake and watched a film. It was a good weekend.

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Stealing a Dog

Last night I was walking home along Gloucester road, and I walked past a man asleep on the pavement with his dog cheerfully strolling up the road. I grabbed the lead and brought the dog back to the man, who was very difficult to wake up. The best response I got was a lame thumbs up and that was it. I pet the happy dog a bit and tried to find ways to attach it to the man, which was easier said than done as the dog constantly tried to snatch the lead out of my hand. Eventually I gave up and walked off. I had just started walking when the dog ran past me and continued the stroll it had begun. I stopped and the dog stopped and came back to me. I tried to make it go back to it's owner, but no. Great, I thought. I'm stealing a dog. As I continuead to walk I thought the dog would realise the pack leader was missing, but eventually I gave up and picked up the lead and stopped outside the pub I had planned to enter. I asked the bouncers what I was supposed to do with this dog that wasn't mine. They at once stated that it was Alan's dog. I confirmed Alan's appearance and told them that he was sleeping on the pavement further down the road and that his dog had been following me from there. They said that Alan is basically deaf and dumb and mainly do lip reading. They told me to just tie the dog to him. Yeah, as I had not tried. Anyway, I walk the cheerful dog back to Alan, and by this time someone was just getting Alan up from the pavement. And so Alan and his happy dog were reunited and Alan was very greatful for having the dog back.

As we walked up the road, having a conversation that I barely understood, we walked past the bouncers I talked to earlier. I told Alan this was my stop and we hugged goodbye. The bouncers told me I just made a friend for life. I laughed. They were serious.

It is Sunday and I am late for church as usual.

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The Unfairness of Life

Mass-destruction of my mind.

I hate when people I care about are un-happy. Especially when there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. Especially when fate seems unfair and I got the better lot. It is not my fault, it is no-ones fault, it is just the way of life. But I feel like I got blessings I never deserved, while others got so little when they deserve so much more. What is destiny to those with little hope? And so I was left feeling unsettled and low in spirit. I think I need some quality time with The Big G to get back on my feet.

Today was travel planning in front of the fire. Excitement, mixed with a slight concern. I am used to travelling alone, which means I have been able to take routes others might have avoided, and risk-taking has been left to my own measures. This time I will have to compromise. A good lesson to learn I suppose.

Now it's time for The Big G and me to have a talk...


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