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Saturday Night Confessions

Hi there!

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

Prepping

Uni starts in a few day’s time and I’m trying to wrap my head around all the basics required just to start. The forums are like live snakes swirling and hissing with comments and information of various people’s thoughts. Some have already completed week one and are discussing week two! Eek! What have I signed up for?

While I tackle the demons inside me, I have one over riding emotion: determination. I want to complete this course and learn to hone my writing skills. A writer’s peak is never reached with exploring and extending one’s reach or capabilities. This is my mission. There is every possibility that I will fail or circumstances will force me to quit. Until that obstacle is reached, I’m persevering.

It’s strange to think the year is almost out and I’m make a resolution. I guess the celebration of a year’s death and the new birth of the next year is not the only time we can make resolutions!

If you had the opportunity to make a resolution or pursue your dreams, what would you wish for or do? Let me know in the comments section or send me a message. It’s always good to hear from you.

In the meantime, ill bid you farewell.

My brain is fried and I need to sleep. Librarians don’t make good zombies!

Nightly bye.

Wine o’ clock

I love long lines of traffic, moody children complaining in the back and the scowling sky threatening to cry out to the world below. Love the stress of trying to balance a workday with after school clubs and meetings for four different children preparing for their new year in a new class (two at new schools!). Love the plucky looks of parents eyeing out my dog hanging out the back window as I park because he’s decided to make himself sick and nearly die, and me spending sleepless nights watching over him then going to work.

Yup. It has been fun. 

Suffice it to say, I am declaring it wine o’ clock and all my worries be damned! As I pour my glass of Shiraz and slip into my oversized pjs that don’t match but are the most comfortable clothes I possess, I feel bubbles of excitement fill my body. The thought of a night of relaxation with XXX on Sky (yes, of course I love Vin Diesel but not in the way you would think – I want to be him, not be with him!!) and my secret stash of Turkish Delights just waiting for me, I plan on forgetting the pending appointments for the week ahead, the deadlines on books I still haven’t finished writing and my start with the Open University where I will be studying a degree in English Literature and Creative Writing. 

Yes folks, the future may be bright and filled with opportunities, but just for tonight, I’m taking a break. 

Please, be kind and leave reviews for my books. I will try to keep posts flowing on my blog but they will be intermittent (as they have been for the past few weeks). Apologies if I miss your posts. I will try to keep up but a few will fall through the cracks. 

If you need me, send me an email or contact me through my social media sites. I’m still around, just focusing on not drowning under children, work, studies and pets! 

Hugs to you all. 

Saturday Night Confessions

Playlist for My Little Bird

Bird FlownToday 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.

  1. Leo Sayer – When I need love
  2. Bread – Make it with you
  3. The Eagles – Take it to the limit
  4. The Platters – Only you
  5. Eva Cassidy – Songbird
  6. Leo Sayer – One man band
  7. Andrew Gold – Never let her slip away
  8. Chicago – You’re the inspiration
  9. Air Supply – Without you
  10. Tina Charles – Dance little lady dance
  11. Bread – Everything I own
  12. Brotherhood of Man – Save your kisses for me
  13. Eagles – Hotel California
  14. Randy van Warmer – Just when I needed you most
  15. Deep Purple – Child in time

I will close this playlist with yet another Deep Purple song, which just seems right for the moment,

Deep Purple – Bird has flown

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?

Saturday Night Confessions

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My confession. Continue reading

Saturday Night Confessions

Now I only have a few minutes before I turn back into a bumbling pumpkin, so I shall make it fast…

Embarrassing moments!  Thanks Blondewritemore! Continue reading

Saturday Night Confessions Reminder

Join me later tonight when I reveal…well I don’t know yet.  Still pondering on what I feel like sharing with you.

Any suggestions, questions or something burning inside of you that you’d love to know about me? Leave a comment and I shall promise to try answering it as honestly as possible.

Okay now I’m nervous!  



See you later.  Oh and if no-one leaves a question, I will just have to go with whatever comes to mind!  

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Saturday Night Confessions

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

Saturday Night Confessions

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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