Alright my homies*.

You need to change your bookmarks!

While I am still catching up and updating it (categorising, biznitches*!), you can now find my rambles, and the whole back catalogue, over at:


http://katinedinburgh.com


I'm not entirely sure what I'll do with hummingalong.com but it'll take new form soon.

You also may get a whole bunch of old posts in the RSS but hey, my blog is awesome, so enjoy the nostalgia.

Yay!



*I am obviously feeling a bit gangsta today.

Radio silence.

Please bear with me - I'm in the process of migrating Humming Along over to Wordpress. So I will link you there soon and we can get all caught up.

Meanwhile, enjoy this happy monkey:

Weeks Twenty & Twenty-One

Blogsy keeps eating things. My post disappeared, so here is another double photo post.

Sunday: 134

Eddie's Figaro.

Monday: 135

Loving the fridge mount!

Tuesday: 136

Love my thistle.

Wednesday: 137

Postcard from Sarah-Rose.

Thursday: 138

Salad goodness.

Friday: 139

13 years of driving and it's my first flat tyre.

Saturday: 140

I performed at yet another tribute to Leonard Cohen.

and...

(oops - no self-portrait!)

Sunday: 141

Hearts parade!

Monday: 142

Busted out the shorts after work!

Tuesday: 143

I decorated the desk of my German colleague for her birthday.

Wednesday: 144

More time in the sun after work (it has been a glorious week!)

Thursday: 145

My only free evening in the week was spent multitasking online over 2 devices.

Friday: 146

Waiting on the tyre.

Saturday: 147

We spent a few hours at the beach in North Berwick. Stunning.

and...

At the parade.

Thursday's child has far to go.

I’m not sure if this is happened to anyone else, and if they can relate, but I kinda feel... like this is a good age for me.  I’ve been 28 for 3 weeks but it feels great.  It’s the first time in a long time a change in age has felt like a shift in feeling.

I’m not sure how to explain it.  I feel like I have woken up in a way and life is finally making sense and coming together.

I think focussing so much on being positive this year has meant that even in my toughest times, I have tried to remember the good, and it has rubbed off in a way; lingered and moved into the rest of my life.

It’s a baked potatoes, super noodles and toasted sandwiches kinda week, but I don’t seem to really care that we’re broke as hell.  I know in a few weeks when I get paid we’ll be right as rain again and life will go on swimmingly.  Dave has one more hurdle to jump and then we might actually have some paperwork to sign, and a date for him to start.  He can stop temping and start training.

I feel like I’ve been working really hard at the gym (well April anyway, I’ve only been twice this month!) and spending time growing my hair out again, and it’s at a shade of blonde that I really like, and easy enough to do myself.  I’ve got my eyelash extensions (which I haven’t written about yet I guess!) which make my eyes big and dare I say it, pretty, and I feel like my figure is finally becoming what I want it to be. (I may write another post purely about how ridiculous and mind-boggling it is that my body is finally slowly becoming the one I want).

I have this confidence again that I think was lacking for so long, and it is not only because things are working, but I think also in a way helping things to work better.  A positive circle of events for once.  I’m never going to agree with visualisation or “The Secret” nonsense, but I think living positively can enable positive things in the same way that being negative all the time is only going to bring out the negative in life. 

I’m also doing two Fringe shows this year.  And not “sway in the back” roles, either.  A duet in one, a lead role in the other.

And I just feel strong.  I know exactly who I am, what I want out of my life and holy shit, I feel I have far to go, like my line in the name poem says.  But I take that both ways.  I know I can go far and have an amazing life, but I also know I have far to go yet.

Thank god I wasn’t born on a Wednesday (sorry Chris).

Weans and bairns.

I think it is partly influenced by all the blogs I read but I am having a lot of baby dreams lately.  I am either in a garden with a happy, fat, squishy baby, or in bed waiting for Dave to come and feel a kick in my pregnant belly, or a rocking chair with a small, wide-eyed child.

I always wake up feeling so sad and like something is missing.

I know it’s not for everyone, but I truly feel I will be incomplete until I have my children and have all these moments as I become a mother.  And I know it’s a biological, evolutionary ingrained thing for me to yearn and long and dream of babies, but some (read: most) days I just want to have a little one in my arms. 

I know so much about pregnancy, childbirth, and parenting it’s slightly frightening (for one without children).  Partly this is because I have three nieces, and have been hands-on and involved since they were born, but partly it kinda makes sense to me in a way to do so.  If you are wanting a career and aiming and planning to do and be something (and have a learning mind like mine), you research.  Dave has researched not only the Police in general, but our local force.  I have lived in, been confused by, and studied the entertainment industry most of my life.  I have researched HR, Training and Digital careers and practices because I have had roles involving all of these things.  So I find myself naturally gravitating towards parenting/”Mommy” blogs and websites like Kveller (Jewish parenting) and articles about slings. I mean, seriously.

But I know somewhere in my heart and soul that I am meant to do this, to be this, and feel (and hope) that I will be really rather good at it.  It does not frighten me at all.  I know it will be scary at times and so very very hard, but I also know I will take so much joy and pleasure out of it, even the crying and the nappies and the sleeplessness. (I am so used to sleeplessness).  And I imagine when others rush to go back to work from maternity leave, I will be thinking of when my next baby will be and how on earth will I manage more than one?

But for now, despite all of this longing, I will ignore it and enjoy what I hope will be my last years of being selfish, of sleeping in, drinking and going out late. Of movies and concerts, plays and parties. Of travel and living according to my own schedule.

Because while I want to (and will do) all of those things, it obviously will be harder. I hate it when people tell you your life is over when you have kids, because it’s just. not. true.  Life is more complicated, on a different schedule, and it’s a big crazy ride, but you can do whatever you want to do and go wherever you want to go.  Don't let anyone tell you differently.  A new adventure begins and you just have to do things another way.

It’s going to be amazing.

Weeks Eighteen & Nineteen

Catching up with two weeks at once...

Sunday: 120

New Aztec leggings (that Dave hates, by the way).

Monday: 121

Birthday desk decorations.

Tuesday: 122

Quiet in the morning.

Wednesday: 123

A definite weather improvement!

Thursday: 124

Burkes arrived!

Friday: 125

Waiting in The Clamshell for a deep-fried mars bar.

Saturday: 126

The Falkirk wheel.

and...

About to go collect the Burkes.

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Sunday: 127

A cheating after-midnight shot of Sarah-Rose sorting the box she left with me in 2008! (slept most of actual Sunday!)

Monday: 128

"The Works" hot chocolate at the tea house in Stirling!

Tuesday: 129

New candle holders.

Wednesday: 130

Part of my short commute.

Thursday: 131

Dave's home-made pizza, overseen by Moray the squirrel.

Friday: 132

My colleague Rachael's ridiculously-good cookies (there are Oreos inside!)

Saturday: 133

Our cute kitchen pots.

and...

Duvet day Saturday.

Gosh.

Life has been so super busy and crazy and there are so many posts to write (and no I haven't forgotten last week's photo post). Will get to it all tomorrow/Friday!

(Life is good, by the way).