Burj City Hospital

I know some people who don't get on that well with their parents. My parents make me laugh.

We were sitting together in the living room the other day and when I brought up about the Dubai tower, you know the one that's now the world's tallest building, Burj Khalifa.

Me: I can't believe they built something that big. How huge does it look?!

Mum: Yeah, I would hate to go into it. I get scared enough when I'm in the City Hospital.

Bizarrely they left the City Hospital off this handy guide of the world's tallest buildings. Apparently they though 76m wasn't that huge.

Yeah. It's not really the same, is it?

Once I'd stopped laughing, my mum was able to explain that she is worried about how they evacuate so many invalided people from all the floors if there was some kind of emergency in the hospital.

But that got totally lost.

Project 365

Upon Karen Marathon's recommendation I have downloaded the Project 365 app and thus, this is what my project shall be called. I think I have set myself a fairly hard task though because:

1. I never remember to take a photo

2. I remember at night when I am be jammied, looking tired with make up removed.

3. Self-photoing yourself is quite hard on your phone. Although I have just downloaded another app that has a timer and a 'tap anywhere' function which should help.

4. Taking a photo of yourself is a bit self-centred. And hard to get you doing something different each day. But I shall keep trying.

Here's the rest of this week's collection.

Tuesday 5th January

Starbucks is ace!

Wednesday 6th January

This would be one of those occasions when it was late when I remembered. But also a photo of one of my favourite (and already most used) Christmas presents, my slippers. They look way cooler than they just sounded (and indeed look from the photo). They are bright pink knitted boots with, what one hopes is fake, fur inside. Cosy.

Thursday 7th January

Talking to Megann on the phone, hatching our next plan.

Friday 8th January

Cracked lips are no fun. They hurt.

Saturday 9th January

Watching the news; a serious face for a serious story about Togo football.

Sunday 10th January

Working again. Hmm...blank page though. (Eagle eyed president fans will notice George's W's smiling face above my forefinger. This is part of my 43 presidents mat which my computer rests on not some sort of fan paraphernalia of W.)

Oh Iris

Well there you have it. When you thought NI politics couldn't get any more...surprising? hypocritical? embarrassing? It has emerged that the woman who called gay people an abomination had an affair with another man. There she was flinging names about, calling homosexuality worse than child abuse, and quoting the Bible at people, while it seems just a few months later she was going against numero 7 in Moses' big list of 'things we shouldn't ever do'. It is kind of hard not to smile, even just a little bit.

And there was Peter, sitting in his v-neck sweater, in front of a 'best dad ever' sign (or words to that effect) looking every bit the Grimm brother, but for all the wrong reasons, saying he'd forgiven his wife and that they were trying to work through their problems.

Boom. The smile went right from my face (eh...assuming it was there in the first place).

You see, I don't get to look on her, no matter what I think of her, and laugh. Or judge. It's something about casting the first stone. And yes, maybe that's something Iris should have thought about before she said what she said about gay people. But maybe it's not helpful to point that out. In her statement, Iris said she had asked for forgiveness from God and that's for her to do. Nothing to do with me.

But tonight I was reminded that He is the God of second chances, of fourteenth chances, of fourteenth hundred chances. And that no matter how dark the hour, God hearts me. And you.

New project

Someone I follow on Twitter (no one you know, or come to think of it, I know) took a picture of himself everyday last year and every so often would post it. So that's what I'm going to do. Do not expect my photos to be as arty as Karen Marathon's. Mine are just going to be a record of what I got up to on a particular day.

Saturday 2nd January

Working late into the night at my desk. I am too cool.

Sunday 3rd January

At YF we had Bex back. She's in Chicago for a year doing Mission Year. Last night she told us all about it, pretty intense, hard stuff. In a good way.

Monday 4th January

At my desk again. This is going to be my theme, I can tell.

Happy New 2010

This is part of my concerted effort of blogging more this year. I will blog more. Promise.