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Life of Lu 31/08/11

- I had a fight with my hairbrush during the week.
It was quite a battle full of knots, hair ties and tears.
I got annoyed.
I did probably the most irrational thing I have ever done.
I reached for some scissors.
And cut off my knotted ponytail.

The whole thing.
Straight off.
I now have short hair.
I love it!
It suits my face much more.
I even took a really lovely photo of it.
But I can't find my card reader of my camera cable.
So you're just going to have to believe me.
:)
oops...

- I took part in a really interesting project recently.
A friend of mine Tiffani started a blog on religion and tolerance.
And she asked me would I contribute to it.
So I did!
It is such an interesting read.
I found it fascinating to read other people's beliefs.
Or lack of.
You should read it.
It is right here.
The majority of the posts are written by followers of the Mormon faith.
Tif would love to hear from others 
Atheist, agnostic, Catholic, Scientist, Pagan, whatever.
She doesn't mind.
But she would love to add your story to her blog.
If you are interested you should email her at tifdawg@gmail.com
-James and I watched "The Boy in the Stripped Pyjamas" last night.



James had never seen it before nor had he read the book.
I read the book back in 2007 just before I went to Auschwitz
I found it horrible back then, especially when I followed it up with a trip to a concentration camp.
And I found it just as distressing last night,
It makes you think doesn't it.
About life.
And how lucky we are with our lot in life.
I know the world is going through an economic depress right now and we are all finding things a bit tightm
But at least we have our health and our freedom to walk as equals.
For me it drives home the point about how disgusting hatred is.
How it can consume close to an entire continent still bamboozles me a little.
I know there is still hatred in the world.
But I would like to think that there is a lot less tolerance of hatred.
It would upset me too much to think any other way.

-My lovely stamps arrived this week! I always order my stamps in bulk so I can get pretty ones.
Oh I got some lovely ones this time!
Some have cupcakes
Some have balloons


 
Some have beautiful scenes of Ireland.


 
But that is not the reason I'm telling you this.
The reason is, the next time I buy stamps will probably be from the UK.
This is probably my last order of Irish stamps for a long time!
Weird! Exciting! Sad!
- Finally, Queen's "I want to Break Free" has just come on the radio.
Freddie Mercury's birthday is Sept. 5th.

He is dead 20 years this year.
So there is a "Get your Freddie on" campaign being run by one of our national radio stations.
I have already ordered my Freddie Mercury tashe 
and I just have to take a photo of myself getting my freddie on 
to be in with a chance to win tickets to a Queen fest in London!
Check it out here!



Comments

  1. you better already have an excuse to send me those balloon stamps. :)


    thanks for your support lu.

    xo.

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  2. Just read your blog post on religion and loved it! I'm looking forward to reading the rest of the entries, it's a subject that's been interesting me for a while.

    And I need some nice stamps!

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