Showing posts with label Football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Football. Show all posts
Saturday, 28 May 2011
The Revolution will be live
RIP Gil Scott-Heron, the "Godfather of Hip-Hop" who died yesterday aged 62.
I'm going to take a break from blogging. I haven't figured out what I'm going to say to Dobbie and I need to get it all straight in my head.
I was going to stop being Stigmum's conduit forever today.
I was going to stop blogging. That was my plan. In my head.
Quite fitting, if I can't go out on a happy ending, I go out on a protest!
This was never the song I was going to end it on though, so I guess I've got to come back!
Happy Bank Holiday all and happy half term to the kiddies, especially mine, who's in Barcelona right now as the city plays football against Manchester United at Wembley, London.
I love you my son my sun and remember, I said I was in your heart so not far if you need me, and you are in mine, a comfort when I miss you x
Monday, 9 May 2011
Football? My new Religion?
Unbeknownst to you, I have been pondering a rather big dilemma since January, every week getting more and more intense.
On Sundays when my son is with me, do I take him to a Football Drop-In on the Heath at 10am or do I continue to take him to Church at 10am?
Honestly, I know what he'd pick and I can see reason for footie, he absolutely loves it. I can see value in Church, even though it's only the wine he loves (reason to stop taking him really...) but but but it's still been a major dilemma.
Then yesterday, oh the barny before we left the house for God's.
"I don't want to go," he moaned.
"Well, you have to," I replied.
"Why?" petulantly
"To say thank you for all you have."
"I can say thank you here!"
"Yes, well, there there are stories and songs and it's quiet and you can have a little think about the people you love and the things you want and ask God for them, there, in His House."
"I still don't see why we have to go..." Honestly, he reminded me of me, only when I had those rows with my parents I was a teenager, not an eight year old.
I could have ended the dilemma there and then and taken him to football, but aagh, what is the value of going to Church? Let me find out, my dilemma could live another week.
Then at church, the priest announced that following a consultation with parishioners (of which I wasn't included because I didn't know about it because my attendence is so slack), church service times had changed.
To replace the 8am, 10am and 12pm services on Sunday, there was to be a 9am service and an 11 am family service. Were we all in accord?
"Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest," I heard a man say and looked across the pews and there he was sprawled out rolling himself a fag. I thought this was quite funny. My son carried on staring at him and said he put the fag behind his ear. "For after," I whispered.
Anyway Sunday is a day of rest and like the priest said, it can be pleasant to join with the community on such days (or join for whatever reason you want on such days). My son was also in a good mood when we came out, you'd never have guessed our discord an hour before!
So, my dilemma's sorted then. Thank God ey?!
I can take my son to Football Drop In and I can take him to Church!
It means we can't go to the 11am family service though. I can't see my son being happy to quit a footie lesson 15 minutes early somehow.
So, if I want to combine both, we'll have to go to the 9am service.
A new dilemma presents itself. It is a weekend and Sunday, like the man said, is a day of rest.
So, do I set my alarm clock?
(I said I wouldn't label under football as I know nothing about it and it's true, the match my son went to see was Arsenal against Wigan, not Sunderland as I stated...Oh and Arsenal won! 3-0!)
On Sundays when my son is with me, do I take him to a Football Drop-In on the Heath at 10am or do I continue to take him to Church at 10am?
Honestly, I know what he'd pick and I can see reason for footie, he absolutely loves it. I can see value in Church, even though it's only the wine he loves (reason to stop taking him really...) but but but it's still been a major dilemma.
Then yesterday, oh the barny before we left the house for God's.
"I don't want to go," he moaned.
"Well, you have to," I replied.
"Why?" petulantly
"To say thank you for all you have."
"I can say thank you here!"
"Yes, well, there there are stories and songs and it's quiet and you can have a little think about the people you love and the things you want and ask God for them, there, in His House."
"I still don't see why we have to go..." Honestly, he reminded me of me, only when I had those rows with my parents I was a teenager, not an eight year old.
I could have ended the dilemma there and then and taken him to football, but aagh, what is the value of going to Church? Let me find out, my dilemma could live another week.
Then at church, the priest announced that following a consultation with parishioners (of which I wasn't included because I didn't know about it because my attendence is so slack), church service times had changed.
To replace the 8am, 10am and 12pm services on Sunday, there was to be a 9am service and an 11 am family service. Were we all in accord?
"Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest," I heard a man say and looked across the pews and there he was sprawled out rolling himself a fag. I thought this was quite funny. My son carried on staring at him and said he put the fag behind his ear. "For after," I whispered.
Anyway Sunday is a day of rest and like the priest said, it can be pleasant to join with the community on such days (or join for whatever reason you want on such days). My son was also in a good mood when we came out, you'd never have guessed our discord an hour before!
So, my dilemma's sorted then. Thank God ey?!
I can take my son to Football Drop In and I can take him to Church!
It means we can't go to the 11am family service though. I can't see my son being happy to quit a footie lesson 15 minutes early somehow.
So, if I want to combine both, we'll have to go to the 9am service.
A new dilemma presents itself. It is a weekend and Sunday, like the man said, is a day of rest.
So, do I set my alarm clock?
(I said I wouldn't label under football as I know nothing about it and it's true, the match my son went to see was Arsenal against Wigan, not Sunderland as I stated...Oh and Arsenal won! 3-0!)
Saturday, 22 January 2011
My son's gone to watch Arsenal play!!!
My son's just been picked up by his little friend (of playground incident of yonder post) to go watch Arsenal play Sunderland!
I am so happy for him!!!
We were bouncing against the walls earlier, such was our dual excitement! Just before Christmas he was invited to go by same friend but it was the day it snowed and snowed and would not stop snowing, until 2pm.
He's going to go inside the Emirates stadium!! Oh my joy!! He did a sponsored walk around it with his Beaver's troupe last year, round and round and round it, so gutted not to go inside.
Go Gunners, GO!!
Have a wicked time my son! Can't wait for you to come home and say: "It was sick man! It was really sick!!"
Kiddie speak, honestly, I love it sometimes!
(Feck, how to label this?! Life of a parasite? He's not a parasite! Nor am I but that's not the point. Football! New label! Possibly the only post I'll ever write under it because I'm more a rugby girl myself!)
I am so happy for him!!!
We were bouncing against the walls earlier, such was our dual excitement! Just before Christmas he was invited to go by same friend but it was the day it snowed and snowed and would not stop snowing, until 2pm.
He's going to go inside the Emirates stadium!! Oh my joy!! He did a sponsored walk around it with his Beaver's troupe last year, round and round and round it, so gutted not to go inside.
Go Gunners, GO!!
Have a wicked time my son! Can't wait for you to come home and say: "It was sick man! It was really sick!!"
Kiddie speak, honestly, I love it sometimes!
(Feck, how to label this?! Life of a parasite? He's not a parasite! Nor am I but that's not the point. Football! New label! Possibly the only post I'll ever write under it because I'm more a rugby girl myself!)
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