(My) Life's Little Mysteries

So, after the sensible and frankly heavy topic of the last few days (although rock on with the Boycott of Amazon!) I've decided to go just that little bit silly for this post.


The very old and dusty My Space blog of 2006/07 although no longer at the site itself is saved in my inbox (that was pre-Hard drive days!), and as I said I've been reading through it. I used to swear a bit in it quite a shocking amount actually but I put that down to what I call "Chatham influence" as I was till living in my home town then and everyone swears there. And it was pre-Mini, so I wouldn't say flippin heck, I'd say...well, you get the idea!


One thing I used to do quite a lot were posts on the stupid stuff which only I would think of. The head jam question stuff.


Now, these were not hard hitting topical questions. Oh no. They were daft questions. 


So, here we go:


If Snoop Dogg sang the theme to Barney the Dinosaur, what would it sound like?


Told you they were slightly potty, didn't I? But how cool would that be?
I imagine there would be lots of the word shizzle being used (what does that mean?) 


Why can I not find the one CD I really want to find?


No, its not just 'cos I have thousands of the things. OK maybe thats partly why. No, there is a disc, which I made in 2007, in the summer.
It was in the early days of Elder knowing how to use a PC, and he often used to open virus' and I would then have a mad dash to get all the music off the Media Player before the whole thing had to be reloaded. 
The song in question is by The Nephew, and its one of those songs that when the Gills group of mates all sat in the back room and listened to for the first time, everyone was silent. It was amazing. I'm not just saying that, this was in the days when he would play us all his stuff and generally it was OK, but it wasn't silence inducing. 
I know it was on our media player, and I know it went on disc. But can I find it? Hell no! 


Peanut butter.Does anyone over the age of 10 like it?


I used to love it as a kid. Now? Can't stand it.


Why will Mini not sleep in her bed anymore?


Her room is exactly the same, her bed is the same. She however doesn't want to sleep all night in there, and for the past, well ages, I have woken up to find her in bed. Not snuggled with me, cuddling or anything. No, she just lies in the bed on the edge of the bed, and if I try and cuddle her she throws me arm off. Weirdo.


Am I too old to quite fancy the floppy haired guy in One Direction, the one who was on it last year too?


Ditto JLS. 


Anyway, I have a great week coming up, we have our first Cathartic Corner post on Wednesday from an anonymous guest, don;t forget if you want to write a letter to a loved one or friend of the things you aren't brave enough to say to them or on your blog, then get it off your chest here. Or if you just want to post here, then let me know!


Have a great week everyone x

Shouting in Whispers

Firstly, I want to say a massive thanks for the comments and tweets on the last post. It was hard to write, but in a way it was cathartic. 


In that respect, I now know what I want to say to her when we do speak or write, it kind of cleared my train of thought of just bawling my eyes out in a none to pleasant or useful way for either of us, which is what I would have done. 


With that in mind I am "opening the floor" so to speak, for anyone else who would like to write a letter in the same way, to a friend or loved one, of the things that, for whatever reason, you can't say. Believe me, its worth doing.


I used to write a diary as a teen, but rather than the usual "I went to.." or "I feel like..." style, I wrote letters to the people who bugged me. I wasn't very brave back then, so it was my way of shouting it out, but in ink rather than spoken. Shouting in whispers.


It made me feel I had an outlet to say what I felt. In fact its much better to say what you feel, but that's not always possible, due to a whole list of reasons, like losing touch, or just not speaking. I think I may make it a regular feature here, so am happy for you to email me with your own letter.


 Just please bear in mind that I don't want a Blognonymous-at-times type thing that happened where people took pot shots at someone else. And seriously, I don't need help getting myself in all kinds of trouble with my opinionatedness, so please, no content for which I could be sued!


I don't think Elton John was right when he sang that sorry seems to be the hardest word. Sorry is probably thrown in more times than its actually meant. Its a "get out of trouble" clause. 


I think the hardest words to say are "what can I do to make this better?" And the answer is pretty hard to say too. No one thinks their life will turn out the way it does, and its all relative, all based on the characters who join with you. Its never set out or shown to you in advance. 


This is a bit of a stab in the dark post. Its been written in a train of thought kind of way. I did stop for a minute, its the Twitter bug you see, its always busy at this time of the evening, and if I see a 1 new tweet at me, I have to go see. If only everyone could just be addicted to Twitter. It would be harmless, wouldn't it? 


Yes. I'm going to Cybermummy


I wasn't sure at first, but I think I had a giggle last year, I don't if I am very honest, remember much about the actual "learning" part, but I do recall having a laugh with Vic (@glowstars) and trying to steal her child. He is damn cute though. And crying when the personal posts were read. What a wuss. 


So, yeah, in the respect I want to see some of you nice people, and thank you all for reading my blog, I will be there, although this time I wont look like the most overdressed person there due to the Gurgles (best not mention that too loudly, we don't want to go there again). I am determined to wear jeans this time. And a tee-shirt. Determined! 


So, if you know of any nice people looking to sponsor slightly over opinionated, half mental, but nice in general bloggers, then myself and few others would like to say hi to them! Poor Sian will be as rushed off her feet I reckon as last year, she's a legend, I would not be motivated enough to run a shin dig like that, so more power to Sian.


If this post is weird, than I apologise. I'm really sleepy, actually, Littlest has decided 3am is a great time to wake everyone apart from Elder up, so yeah, feel like I've been to a 4 day rave at the moment! 


Letters- what would you say? Email me!




Apart from the lack of sleep, friend issues and overdoses of Twitter, I'm all good! So, if you have a post, actually any kind of guest post, I'm happy to post them here for you, let me know.


Have a good fireworks weekend (face it, its never just the 5th, is it?), be safe, and wrap up warm!