Lent

This year I gave up chocolate for Lent. Partly for diet reasons, partly to prove that I could and partly because even though I turned my back on the “new” churches many years ago, I like to observe some traditions of faith.

I have an ongoing disagreement with one of my colleagues about this. When I mentioned that I was giving up chocolate for Lent there was much admonishment bla bla bla. Which I find frustrating on a variety of levels. For starters, it is inappropriate to talk about religion in the workplace. But more importantly, it is frustrating because I have never, told someone they were an idiot, or judged them, because their faith, or lack of faith is different to mine.

I don’t care whether you are an Athiest, Muslim, Catholic, Protestant, Jew or Buddhist (although never trust a vegetarian). Everyone has their own beliefs, no matter what they are. And whilst religion as a whole bothers me, and I know very well that The Bible, whilst having some (and I stress some) historical truth is really just an awesome story, nothing will shake my faith that God, in some form or another, is out there watching over us.

Because really, to go through life knowing that this is it? Without any mystery? That there is nothing happening when you die? No thank you.  

Time for a change

You may notice something a bit different about Secret Life of Ginger. 

As I am about to embark a new chapter of my life, turning over a new leaf, taking the road less travelled, seizing the day, or whichever overused cliché you prefer to insert here, I thought it was time for a change.

My new look blog (and coincidentally, my new adventure) has got the seal of approval from regular reader Mrs N, so I'm going to give it a whirl for awhile.

xoxox

Standing in line

Something strange happened to me today. 

I was standing in line at the post office today with one of my colleagues, waiting to post eBay sales, having a disagreement (He likes to think he knows everything, therefore we disagree a lot). All of a sudden, halfway through conversation, the lady behind us interjected with "You are very entertaining". 

Thrown, we both descended into an awkward silence.  

Is it just me, or is it rather strange to interrupt someone else's conversation to tell them that they are amusing? I can't quite figure out whether it is incredibly rude, or if it is just a stranger making polite conversation. 

Either way, she effectively put an end to an argument that would have carried on for most of the afternoon. 

Evil Phone.

It happened again. Something I have no control over whatsoever.

Every time I have a few drinks (or in this case MANY drinks) my fingers get a mind of their own.

There are some days I really really wish that my phone had a breathaliser. I know that you can get applications on some phones that stops you calling people after a certain time, but this is not something that I would ever do, mainly because I am the sort of person to think “But what if there is an emergency??”.

Today I read some of my sent items from last Friday night, and quite frankly, I felt slightly ill.

Drunkenly texting out something that looks along the lines of I miss you (but can’t be quite sure because of the atrocious spelling) and then apologising for it (also incoherently) about 15 times is not the way to a mans heart.

This is a nasty habit that I thought I had kicked.

Apparently not.

Skype

Recently, Skype has become my new best friend.

Being apart from the people you adore is that much easier when you can see them from 16.524 kilometres away. 

In fact it's rather awesome to spend 45 minutes curled up in bed with someone, just chatting about crap. Even if they are wearing a call centre headset.

Bless.