I haven’t written in this section in a while and I’ve just finished my studying for the night, so I thought I’d treat myself to a quick blog post. Yes, that’s the ultimate excitement for me on a Saturday night! Continue reading
Today is the second week anniversary of the flight of my little bird. I am caught in an emotional trap. I am nervous as I set about putting together the playlist for her wake. In my hand I nurse a brandy and coke, my father’s drink. In my head I spin the songs that I will play for my little bird.
My Saturday night confession: I hate crying. I don’t do crying unless someone opens that ridiculous door and allows the little crybaby inside me to escape. In the deepest, darkest catacombs of my mind there are very few opportunities to escape, but once in a blue moon a little bugger of a crybaby escapes.
Tonight my mind is on high alert. One of those little crybabies has escaped. So, to distract the escapee those little people who live in my head have decided to make a playlist. It isn’t possible to be sad when you’re listening to a good playlist. I’d like to share the torment with the little people who live inside in your head.
Who said I wasn’t a caring, sharing, giving person?!
So here goes. Get ready to sing along, and to dance when the moment takes you.
Tonight, I present to you, for your pleasure and mine, my playlist for my mum, my little bird, who escaped her cage and flew away. She is happy now, I know, but please share my songs and my tears.
I will close this playlist with yet another Deep Purple song, which just seems right for the moment,
I could go on adding more superb songs right through the night, but I am going to leave it there for now. What one song would you add to my playlist for my little bird?
Now I only have a few minutes before I turn back into a bumbling pumpkin, so I shall make it fast…
Put the lights down low, hear the music flow.
Let it swing and sway as I make my way.
You may ask to dance, search for some romance;
I’m not here for that and will refuse you flat.
Just let me dance, let me show,
Why we need to get to lose control
Flash those lights, shake those hips
No don’t pucker up those lips
All night long, hit those songs
Stay up with me, it ain’t wrong
To just dance! Continue reading
It’s earlier than usual and I’m tucked under my favourite tartan blanket. There is something about tartan that makes me happy inside! Maybe it’s the lovely memories I have of staying at my Grandma’s and having nap time under a red scratchy tartan blankie every afternoon after lunch. My cousin and I would hide under the matching old wooden carved bedsteads, waiting to be found by my gran and scolded back to bed in fits of giggles. Happy memories.
Right, onto the reason for this post. It’s Saturday night and time to share some funky confession and hope you’re brave enough to share something with me. This one is not so much a secret but more a silly thing I did because of fear. I might have mentioned this in a previous post so apologies if it is something I’ve shared before. It gives you a reason to pilfer through my posts to check if I have I suppose!
Well, the thing is I have a fear of dentists. When I was small, the dentist I was taken to pinned me down because I panicked and he tried to check my teeth whilst I was terrified in the seat. We never returned to him but the effects have lasted over the years.
When I was pregnant with my first child, my filling fell out of one of my molars and I couldn’t bear the pain. The tooth felt as though it was disintegrating too so I knew it was time to visit the dentist. The thought of stressing myself whilst pregnant for an annoying tooth seemed silly, so I took matters into my own hands. I took a pair of pliers and a screw driver and pulled out bits of the offending tooth. Yup, it was painful and very difficult but the feeling of satisfaction made it worthwhile. The pain was gone and I carefully washed it out to avoid infection. It’s not pretty and I have had my dentist tut tut about my handiwork, but I refuse to cap it as it is happy as it is.
So what sort of crazy self-help stuff have you done because of your fears? I hope I’m not the only one who has done something like this!
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