Merry Feckin Christmas!

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‘I’m sitting here with a glass of mulled wine, there are cinnamon candles burning in the background, the turkey is in the oven and a host of little elves in the kitchen are busy chopping and preparing all the vegetables for tomorrow’s feast, and that my friends is what you call a poo in a pot, as in it’s a crock of shit!

It’s been a very turbulent 3 weeks in the house of the Eejit and to say that I will be glad to see the back of this holiday season is an understatement. There have been tears, tantrums and major bust ups, but still, somehow we managed to make it out the other side in order to celebrate the season of goodwill.

My intention was not to leave you all high and dry for the last couple of weeks, but seriously, I was at the stage where I couldn’t take much more. Dementia and Christmas, do NOT go hand in hand. The final straw was being told that I do nothing, which is a bit fecking rich, considering I do EVERYTHING! I am worn out from it all, and I cannot wait for my one day of freedom.

Thankfully everything is calmer today and I have most things sorted. All the housework’s been done, vegetables are peeled and chopped and the Motherships clothes for her visit to my Sister’s are currently inspecting the inside of the washing machine.

My intentions for over the holidays and the New Year would be to get myself back into a regular blogging habit and to catch up on my reading, I’m currently about two weeks behind, but I make no promises, because my brain is currently mush.

This morning, out of interest, I decided to look back on my blog and see what crap amazing things I had written last year. Imagine my surprise when I read a post I had written on the 27th December in which I expressed my gratitude to the 200 people who had followed me. Who would have thought that less than a year later, I would have amassed just under 30, 000 views and have over 700 followers, I still find it quite unbelievable.

Thank you to you all for sticking with me through 2014, and I hope we shall all remain friends into 2015 and beyond. You friendship and support has been invaluable.

Happy Christmas my Eejits, I hope it is an amazing one.

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An Expensive Tiny Update!

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Writing last night only served to remind me how much I missed both it and the interaction with you eejits. I miss the old days of having free time, it’s one of the many things I intend to address in the New Year. I resolve to try and get myself into a steady writing pattern both here and on Her Ladyship, Mays blog. All things are good in theory however, but real life is never so simple, so all I can do is try.

I’ve also been trying to future proof 2015, to ensure it remains entertaining, sadly this means having to part with cash, which in the same month as Christmas is never a good thing. 12 months line rental to ensure I have broadband for another year, chi-ching that’ll be £170 thanks very much, the Broadband itself, well that’s another £14 a month on top of that. Another 12 months of Xbox Live, cos after all a girl’s gotta game, chi-ching £30. Tv box goes on the blink and needs replaced chi-ching £50. Thank goodness for interest free credit. At the same time though I am pretty much set up for the year ahead, hopefully anyways, I’ll be able to blog, game and watch TV….I might not however be able to eat or feed the Ships, small price to pay right, there is always bread and butter.

(People don’t panic, I promise to always feed the Ships)

Heaves a sigh of relief……

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Guess what, all the Motherships cards have been written, yep, every last single cotton picken one of them, that’s about 4 hours of my life I am never going to get back. The Mothership is not happy that I did them when she was not there, but I started them on Tuesday and only got two done, so while she was out visiting a friend on Wednesday night I got stuck in and wrote them all. Even the Fathership agreed that there was going to be a mini  meltdown no matter which method I chose, so advised me to opt for the less stressful one. I’m glad they are done, but there is no doubt I will have missed someone, the cards after all are not mine so how can I be expected to know everyone.

Things for Ho fecking Ho season are slowly taking shape, I think most things have now been bought, but I still need to write my own cards and get everything wrapped. Getting out to buy bits and bobs is proving problematic, so I have made good use of Ebay, and also purchased some things from the Not on the Highstreet site. If money was no object, I could spend sooo much money on that site, but it is, so I went in and out in stealth mode only picking up what I needed.

You might have noticed as well that I am again a little behind in my reading, this time however it is not entirely my fault. My tablet, a 2002 Nexus 7 decided to download the latest update for Android, code name: Lollipop and it has rendered my tablet pretty much unusable. Googling it, I can see that I am not the only person having problems, so here’s hoping there will be a fix soon! So until then, there is no more reading until the weekend. If however you’re a techincal wizard and know a fix, feel free to let me know!

It’s short and sweet tonight I’m afraid, it’s bedtime, and I need all the beauty sleep  can get before my night out with my two of besties tomorrow.

Till next time eejits :)

Size Does Matter

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Clearly I am a girl for whom size matters as I stare with with glee at the 21.5 inches before me. Yes, that’s correct, I got a new monitor, well it’s second hand, but it’s new to me so it’s all good. It’s amazing the difference that a couple of extra inches can make. Apologies though to those of you who thought this post was going down a different route…you should be ashamed!

So perhaps you’re thinking, awww, she got a new monitor, that’s where she’s been, staring at the wall and typing away to thin air, while lamenting the fact that there is no picture to look at. As much as I appreciate your faith in me, you’d be wrong, I’m just lazy. Thinking about writing is about as close as I have got this last week or so. I’ve been going Christmas crazy, not in a ho ho ho lets get the decorations up kind of way, more like in a it’s driving me fecking crazy kinda way, and I’ve not even started the Motherships Christmas cards yet, that joy is still ahead of me!

Between work and the housework there is very little time left and when I do get to a shop I find I can’t focus. I am going to have to become a person of lists, this relationship I have with scraps of paper is just not working out, I think it’s time to move on to something a little more mature, like a hunky ‘To Do List’ notepad. I have shivers just thinking about it.

Apart from that life has been very run of the mill and ordinary, which at my age is probably no bad thing, sudden surprises could have fatal consequences, like two weeks ago when I found the mouse in the cupboard under the sink, it had already shuffled off the mortal coil and I had a fun little game of Breathe, Breathe, Brown Paper Bag. I wasn’t hyperventilating, there was Buckfast in it.

Anyway it’s bed time for this Eejit, I have a wee thing to do tomorrow, it’s called work!

Are you ready for Christmas?

Digging for Roots wearing DM boots!

In this week’s Weekly Writing Challenge, tell us about what makes you, you.

Although I studied Biology at school and by some complete miracle eventually passed it, my knowledge of the human body and what it comprises of is very limited. That said, apart from the tiny birthmark beside my left eye and the 6 inch scar on my kneecap, I am, for the most part, just like every other person on the planet. So what does make me, me?

We’re told we inherit things from our parents, my Mother gave me a splash of red hair and no doubt a little of the fire in my temper also. My father, well he gave me heartburn and anxiety, but sadly thought it unnecessary to pass on some of his laid back demeanor, when not suffering from the second affliction.

I am an extremely simple, yet complex individual. One of these days I will sit down with the latter and have a discussion about why we are the way we are. Talking to yourself is the first sign of madness, but sometimes your own advice, as directed by following your gut instinct, is the only one you should heed.

I am a daydreamer and a wistful thinker always staring into a glass that is half empty instead of half full. I have imagination, but I lack the concentration to align the two to make something amazing…one of these days.

I am lonely sometimes, but yet I am surrounded by many people who care for me. It’s hard to make people understand when you cannot understand yourself.

I worry. It is not a choice as some people seem to think, because do you not think if I had the choice I would stop. It’s an affliction and sometimes it is crippling. Yes, of course I could take tablets, but isn’t that a little like papering over the cracks?

I like to make people laugh and sometimes, for all the ills mentioned above, laughter is the best tonic.

There are many things that make me the person I am, but I am nothing special. I’m just trying to navigate life as best I can. Sometimes, it gets a little rocky, and there are days when I don’t think I can go on, but I do, because I have to.

There are many people in this world and each one is unique, which in turn makes me unique, that in itself is a reason to smile.

Cosmic Musicology – Hopelessly Addicited

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Steve still has a big golden ball!

Righty ho folks it’s that time of the week again. Actually it was that time of the week a good few days ago but, ach well, you know how things go! For those new to Steve’s Cosmic Musicology Challenge, here is a quick refresher of the rules.

For each test Steve (at the above link) will post 3 new questions so…

(1) Go to the music player of your choice and put it on shuffle
(2) Say the questions aloud and press play
(3) Use the song title as your answers
(4) NO CHEATING

Title your post “Cosmic Musicology: …” and link back to the latest page.

Post your response in the comment section of that week’s page.

This weeks questions, and my answers:

1. I’m addicted to? – Storm Clouds Gathering – America History X Soundtrack by Anne Dudley – Now there are two ways you could look that this. If we’re talking about the storm clouds in the sky, then yes I do like that and to watch them, although I am not such a big fan of thunder and lightening. If however you are talking about storm clouds gathering before an argument or some kind of altercation then no, I’ll steer well clear thank you. If you’re talking about storm clouds gathering in the undergarments then you know I have had one to many Brussel sprouts!

2. I wish I didn’t? – Young, Single and Sexy by Rita Ora – I have no need to wish that I didn’t at least two of these. I am just slightly on the wrong side of 40 to be classed as young anymore. I am not sexy in any shape form or fashion. I am however single and yes, sometimes I wish I wasn’t, but that’s life!

3. I would love to? – Lego House by Ed Sheeran – When things get tough here, I do wish I had a house, somewhere I could go and just clear my head. A lego house would be pretty amazing wouldn’t it, you could just tear it down and rebuild it as and when you wished. You could remodel every other week. No need for paint, just change the colour of your bricks….hey Jed, I think I feel a what if post coming on? lol

If you would like to give Steve’s quiz a try, just follow the links. What are you waiting for??? …well……..c’mon, scoot!

 

Two tits, a Duck and a Dartboard!

Boiling PointYesterday! It was like any normal Tuesday, except I felt the need to repeatedly bang my head against the table. Back to back meetings had me climbing the walls by around 11am and there I stayed for pretty much the rest of the day.

Came home. It was like any other Tuesday only I felt the need to bang my head repeatedly against any solid surface. I actually felt like going and sitting in the garden shed for an hour just to get some peace and quiet, only it was fecking freezing and there is every possibly there are mice in there, so yeah…..feck dat!

I didn’t have high hopes for Wednesday, but as hump days go, it was slightly unshittier than the others. I came home to the most amazing little parcel from Mental Mama over at Mental in the Midwest full of lots of little goodies like a candle in a holder, earrings, a phone charm, chocolate and a beautiful little snowflake for the Christmas tree. Each little piece was handmade by the lady herself, which makes it all the more special. I was grinning like a Cheshire cat!

Then later when I was trying to find a post on my blog I realised that I have reached 700 followers, well on the front page anyway. Have you any idea how momentous that is? Probably not, but trust me, it’s Mo fecking Mentous! Who’d have thought eh, certainly not me.

You know I have said it before and I have no doubt I will say it a million more times, but blogging has meant an awful lot to me. By far and away, the best bit is the interaction with other people. Think about it, you have a problem, you Google it. Bloggers have a problem, we write about it, because there is almost always someone within your circle of followers who has experienced something similar and has words of wisdom to offer. Trust me consider bloggling it next time.

I’ve read blog posts in relation to other people who are in a similar situation to myself with regards to looking after someone with Dementia. It’s opened my eyes, because I now realise there are certain traits that are related to the illness and not the individual person. It nice to realise you’re not alone, because as much as people want to understand, they can’t, unless they are living in the same situation day in and day out.

It’s amazing how you can form connections with people you have never met, through this one common bond that we have called blogging. I have been so lucky with the people who have found me and visa versa. Each and every person is unique and amazing and really rather awesome if the truth be told. I love you all.

If you have made it to the end of my post then thank you very much, and I have no doubt you are wondering as to why the title is what it is. Well in the middle of writing this there was some social interaction with a certain Mr Smith. I joked that this was the title of the post I was writing and I kinda liked it, so now it is :) Hopefully it grabbed you attention!

Night night now :) x

By heart….

Singing Eejit

The Daily Prompt asks:

You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind?

‘More than words’ by Extreme, that’s the one that springs to my mind. Released in 1990 I believe, it was once of the most played songs on the radio when I started my first year of work in 1991. I knew it off by heart, crooning or was that caterwauling along in front of the mirror, a hair brush for a microphone.

If you’re a regular follower of my blog you will know I used to write a piece called ‘The Office Eejits’, you think they were bad, they are nothing compared to the original crew. One guy, let’s for talk sake call him Bart, because that’s what he was like, an adult Bart Simpson,  and I got on famously and every morning around tea break we used to enter all the competitions on a particular radio station.  Well Bart and I had every version of Car stickers, pin badges, pens and pencils that the radio station had to offer. We were even told on more than one occasion that we were not allowed to enter as we were winning too much.

This particular week they were giving away tickets to see Extreme live in Belfast. I wanted those tickets…I wanted them bad. In the morning competition Bart managed to get through and after being asked a question, which to be fair wasn’t that difficult, won a set of the tickets. I was so jealous, but resigned myself to the fact I would have to wait until the next day. As luck would have it, we (Bart and I) were working late that night and another chance came up, and I was on it like a car bonnet!

Waiting to get through to a radio station, hosting a competition for something you really want has to be the most nerve wracking experiences ever. Bart sitting across the office from me was urging me to hang on and eventually the phone was answered, to be honest now I can’t remember who by, but I was getting my chance at tickets. All set and ready to answer my question I prepared myself, I could do this! When the DJ told me that in order to win tickets I would have to sing the first verse of the song, I almost died on the spot. Sing…..live……on……the…..radio……..WTF!!!

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Dude…seriously, you want me to sing?

I was so dumbstruck at his request that I forgot the words. I could sing this song in my sleep yet here I was live on the radio with no memory of the tune, the words or even the time of fecking day. My face must have been a picture!

I think I mumbled that I couldn’t remember it,  despite the fact that  2 minutes before when he had asked me I’d told him I lovvvvvvvvved Extreme and knew the song off by heart. I think he helped me with the first couple of words and off I went, somehow managing to belt the rest out, albeit not with the same gusto that I would have in front of my bedroom mirror. I won the tickets, there was much elation, on my part anyway. Bart, well, when I finally managed to look over at him, all I saw was his two feet sticking up behind the desk, he had literally fallen off his chair laughing.

So ummmm yeah, that’s the first one that comes to my mind :)

 

Keeping you up to date…….

I know you have all been wondering where I have been…..you have right!? Well the truth is I haven’t been anywhere, now that’ll be a shock to those of you who regularly read my blog, me having such a fantastic social life and all……not!!

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Image from Silver Diner – not my dinner table….sadly!

Actually that’s a lie, I did go out for tea last week with the friend who sends the texts  that make me smile and it was great fun, I ordered a burger that when it arrived I had no idea whether to climb it or eat it. I decided on the latter and it was bloody good! Hopefully I’ll go again, if I am asked that is.

I realised something this week, and it is something of great importance….you lot write too fecking much. The amount of unread posts in my Bloglovin never seems to go below 70, WTF….where do you all get the time. I’ve reached the stage of reading and not liking (by pressing the button that is), but even that is not making a dent in the list. So take a deep breath, relax have a cup of coffee and slow the feck down will ya!

Thank you and welcome to all my new followers, and thank you for sticking around to all the old ones. Even little Miss May has had a few new ones which is why I have finally stopped reblogging her posts. It’s time to see if she can stand on her own two Louis Buttons.

I’ve been loving the new Alt-J album, This is all yours . It’s been on constant repeat on my music player. That said, Steve from Now this is what I would call music, also introduced me to Sia’s new album. I’ve already had some of her music, but the tune ‘Fair Game’ has also become a firm favourite this week. Considering Steve was also the one who introduced me to the song ‘Moving on’ by James which you can listen to on my Music Bubble page, then I would say his site is well worth checking out.

Well that’s about it from me, what’s been happening with you lot?

Halloween Socks!

Was looking back through my posts and found this, almost a year old now. It was however one of my favourite pieces of fiction I penned so I am reblogging in early celebration of this years Halloween :)

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Witch Image by Carlos Mendoza Lima

“Polly Carmichael you are not going Trick or Treating dressed as a sock, and that is the end of it! What on earth has possessed you anyway girl, I’ve told you that you can have any outfit you want and you choose to go as a sock. Honestly, you and your imagination, it causes me nothing but trouble.”

Mrs Carmichael was not impressed and neither was a frustrated Polly, who with crossed arms, pouted throughout her Mothers lengthy tirade.

“But Mama I…….”

“But Mama nothing young lady, where on earth did you get this foolish idea?”

Looking anywhere but at her Mother, Polly whispered “Patricia.”

“Patricia who? The lady who runs the wool shop at the end of the street, Lemon Lime Follies?”

“Yes Mama.”

“Well at least I know you are safe when you are there, but what have I told you about walking…

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