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Thursday, 19 April 2012

Musings - Mama Kats Workshop (19th April 2012)

7 Things your pet thought about today...

This is the writing post I have chosen this week from Mama Kat's Writing Workshop and I admit I have cheated slightly. The prompts I received on Tuesday so after thinking about it I decided to follow our pet around yesterday and snap her in action.

My pet, or rather our furry extended family member is ROHAN. She is a three year old Border Terrier with a loving yet nutty personality. She loves toys, sausages and long walks.

Here are 7 things she thought about...

"Do I really have to get out of bed?"
Rohan loves sleeping in our bed.
We tried at first to get her to sleep downstairs but she howled, so we got her a basket in our room but she simply waits until we are asleep and climbs in with us.

"One day, when Katharine isn't looking, that toy will be mine!"
So far Rohan has ignored Katharine's toys, she has enough of her own to be playing with. But there is something about the way that Roo sits in the cot, taunting her from behind the bars, that really intrigues her. She stops by every morning for a look see.

"I love stretching, I do."
She gets up, she stretches. She sits down, she stretches. She looks out of the window, she stretches. She fills her belly with treats... I think you get the picture.

"I want a treat. If I look cute enough..."
When Rohan was a puppy we taught her many tricks and her favourite is to say please. This is where she sits on her haunches with her front paws in the air. Her expression usually resembles a furry Angel which is about the point when you can't refuse her anything. She uses this trick whenever she wants something, treats being the choice in the photograph.

"What's for tea?"
Rohan's eating habits are not in the least bit dog like. She is as fussy as a three year old child. We have a routine now where we will provide her with food, which she will refuse to eat until we provide her with a sausage. Sigh, if she ever decides she doesn't like sausages I do not know what we'll do.

"No one can hurt you tonight, not on my watch."
Ever the protector, the slightest noise and she is thinking about who might be coming to get her family. All bark and no bite though ha ha but we love her for that.

"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz."
The place she sleeps, nestled on Daddy's shoulder. There is nothing lovelier than warming yourself against a furry monster as she curls up in a little ball.

So you see, Rohan isn't complicated... she is just a pooch who knows exactly what she wants. :) xx

Thursday, 12 April 2012

Musings - Mama Kats Workshop (12th April 2012)

I am joining in Mama Kat's writing workshop this week as I haven't for a while and I promised to make more of an effort.

The prompt I chose this week was 1) What did you want your name to be?

Firstly I would like to start with reasons why I don't feel much like the name I was given...

My name is Stacy and, let's face it, you can't help but have noticed that girls with my name are always the Cheerleader who dies first... usually from a particularly nasty Zombie bite.

My name is Stacy and my name was voted most likely (somewhere) to be a bunny in the Playboy Mansion.

My name is Stacy and if you google that one word and click on the images all you get are semi-naked greased tanned blonde women in very revealing poses.

My name is Stacy and people generally underestimate me because of it.

I have never cheered in formation, other than a Mexican wave, only about 5% of me is prosthetic, I am not a porn star and I am smarter than you might think. Rant rant rant! And I know all you Marmaduke's and MoonUnits out there are thinking 'Really? Stacy? You are moaning about that?'. But being blonde, bubbly and called the S word... I am definitely smarter than you might think, damn it! :)

But my exclamation marks are mostly in jest, it could have been worse and as lately I have had trouble chosing the name of another I can appreciate the effort my parents put into it.

Yet if I remember rightly, during our games of let's pretend as a child, I wanted to be called Tiffani... but if you google that I doubt it is much of an improvement. :) xx

Thursday, 15 March 2012

Musings - Mama Kat's Workshop (15th March 2012)

This week Mama Kat has given for the offering a number of prompts that could take my fancy but as I have never been to either of the Disneylands and Katharine is a little young to know about the birds and the bees...

I have chosen... 1) Share your favourite part of your child's bedroom.

When we were deciding on the theme for the Nursery we fell in love with two characters called Zeddy and Parsnip, a little Zebra and his best friend the Bunny. The colours were pale coffee browns and light lemon yellow.

When Katharine was born, as I have mentioned in previous posts, I decided to make a sign for her wall with her name on it. Let's face it, with KATHARINE LORELAI as a name she is going to need a little help learning how to spell it.


So after about eight months I finally had it finished and up on the wall.

And it is this, my love painted and stuck on to canvas, that is my favourite part of my daughter's room.


So come on... join in at http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/  :) xx

Thursday, 8 March 2012

Musings - Mama Kat's Workshop (8th March 2012)

This week Mama Kat has given me the perfect prompt.

Since having Katharine and since meeting an extremely inspiring individual who has refused to let cancer beat him, I have thought more and more about what is important to me. So this week's prompt put a smile on my face and made it so easy for me to take some time and complete it.

THE PROMPT: On The Bachelor a rose is given to the women he could really see himself spending the rest of his life with. What six things in your life would you like to give a rose to and why?

And my six...
My Baby - Because she is my life. :)


My Man - Because he is my monster. :)

My Pooch - Because she is my furry hot water bottle. :)

My folks - Because they made me who I am. :)

My BFF - Because she listens and laughs in all the right places. :)

And my books - Because, let's face it, they are my first love ha ha. :)

So what would be your six?
Who read this and, with raised eyebrow,
realised their spouse would not make the list above chocolate? :) xx

Thursday, 1 March 2012

Musings - Mama Kat's Workshop (1st March 2012)

This week Mama Kat has opened my eyes to how untidy I am.

You see I chose writing prompt 3) Your chair. We all have ‘our spot’ in the house…show us where you plant yourself and what is it about that spot that makes it your favorite?

And this is my spot...


And I love it because...

1. I have a wine coloured leather sofa.
2. My laptop and notebooks are only an arm stretch away.
3. I have a variety of DVDs and books on my shelves for viewing and reference.
4. My iPod and headphones have their own little place.
5. There is space for a cuppa.
6. I am next to the window for some good people watching.

I could go on and on but I am writing this while the potatoes boil, I do so love to multitask, and my aim was to post while I cooked.

I know that it's messy and unorganised but it's my spot and no matter how much the husband nags... It probably will remain that way forever. :) xx

Thursday, 23 February 2012

Musings - Mama Kat's Writing Workshop (23rd February 2012)

"I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat."
Edgar Allan Poe

I wish I could… Boy what a can of worms Mama Kat's writing prompt has opened up.

In fact, the worms are Anacondas! Big fanciful glittering giant wrigglers of all things that I can’t but wanna. At first I figured, hey be sensible for once and pick something heartfelt and deep… then I remembered who I am and when ‘squeeze Hugh Jackman’s bottom’ was the first thing that came to mind I realised I had a loooong list.

So for this prompt I grabbed my notepad, took out my phone and set a timer for ten minutes. Then I got myself ready, got myself set and here is what ‘I wish I could…’

  •  Squeeze Hugh Jackman's bottom
  • Win enough money to get out of debt
  • Trade my legs for Uma Thurman's
  • Write at work as all the distractions seem to help me focus
  • Bake a cake that actually rises!
  • Rewrite myself into the film 'White Fang' as Ethan's little lady
  • Speak another language fluently
  • Bend it like Beckham...
  • Ballroom dance if only for the shoes
  • Meet Richard of Boehmcke's Human Condition
  • Convince who ever it takes to make a Moonlight Season 2
  • Time travel with the ability to undo any changes I make if I don't like them
  • Have more hours in the day
  • Finish my writing ideas before moving onto the next one
  • Have the courage to try again!!!
And ten minutes ran out with the realisation that being a Mother has not made me any saner! :)

So come on, join in and tell me what YOU wish you could... :)

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Thursday, 12 January 2012

Musings - Mama Kat's Workshop (12th January 2012)

Many of us like to poke fun at some of the things that drive us crazy as parents... let's flip the script, what are the 10 things you love about motherhood?

Tomorrow Katharine will turn nine months and one week old, she will also at some point during the day give me a look that suggests I did or said something stupid. But I love it. In fact, as if by magic, here are 10 things that I love about being Katharine's mother...

1. That stretch she does first thing in a morning and the smile that follows it when she opens her eyes and spots that it's me interrupting her zzzzzs.

2. Having an excuse to buy more books, children's books of course. :)

3. Trying to get her to chant Mummy instead of Daddy and then raising an eye brow when she calls me Stacy!

4. Holding the sleep growbag to my face when it is still warm from her little sweaty wriggly body ha ha.

5. Katharine's expression when the fruit is too tart.

6. Watching the dog get excited when she rolls Katharine the ball and Katharine finally learns to kick it back.

7. Enjoying all the firsts; tastes, sightings, crawls, climbs...

8. Chasing her around the double bed to put her nappy on while she squeals at being chased.

9. Seeing that recognition when she greets me at the door after work.

10. Laughing at the baby dancing that accompanies the slightest bit of music be it songs, advertisement jingles or mobile phone ringtones.

What? I reached 10 already??? I could go on for ever.

Well... may be not forever... the let's yank Mummy's hair move is not one of my favourites. :)

So are you a parent? What are the things that make your day?

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Thursday, 15 December 2011

Musings - Mama Kat's Workshop (15th December 2011)

If you had to marry a celebrity... who would you choose and why?

What a fantastic question! I decided this week, with such a dilemma, to put some serious thought in to my answer of which celebrity I would marry. I started to consider many things...

* What are they famous for?
* Are they rich? (As a celebrities wife I am going to need some work done ha ha)
* What would being their wife involve?
* Are they interesting (I love Shakespeare but I don't think I could have married him)

Then I realised... I am way too shallow to take this question seriously... it HAS to be about the looks!

So I thought about what I would like a potential celebrity husband to look like (the irony is not lost on me that I love curly hair and my husband in bald)...

* Dark curly hair
* Steady piercing eyes
* The potential for a good beard.

Here are my contenders...

Rupert Young

Angus MacFadyen

Mark Ruffalo

 Eric Bana

Alex O'Loughlin

The only problem I have now is that I can't decide between them! I guess I will have to do an Elizabeth Taylor and marry them all in turn, divorce them all in turn and then start back at the beginning again.

Actually, I will leave the decision up to you... who would you pick for me? :) xx

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Thursday, 8 December 2011

Musings - Mama Kat's Workshop (8th December 2011)

Blast from the past: What were you writing about this time last year? What has changed since last year...

This time last year I hadn't updated my blog for a while. I was finally pregnant!

And during the first four or five months of my pregnancy I was really superstitious. Every time I came to write about it, I couldn't and then I found that I went months without visiting Memoirs of Existence because I felt that leaving out my big news was a kin to lying about what was happening in my life... and that just felt weird.

So I avoided blogging, until Christmas when I summed up the year! :)

So as you can imagine, and due to the fact that I post every day now, this time this year has completely changed from last. So let me sum it up... :)

* I FINALLY HAVE A BABY!
* We aren't snowed in yet, just a few flurries of snow that have not stuck.
* I am off work on maturnity leave so am able to watch all the day time Christmas movies.
* We have a pile of presents (ready to send to Santa of course) for Katharine.
* I am enjoying life for what feels like the first time in four years.
* I am taking part in an excellent workshop.

And...
* I now have a little someone I can sing Christmas Carols to who can't as yet tell me to shut up! :) xx

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Thursday, 1 December 2011

Musings - Mama Kats Workshop (1st December 2011)

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Today Mama Kat is asking us about ourselves, asking for a list of this and that and those and them. So here goes...

5 Things you don't know about me...
* I have a new celebrity crush every other week.
* My favourite flower is anything shaped like a daisy.
* I got married in an ivory dress but wore pink shoes. :)
* As a teenager I had so many posters on my  bedroom walls that there was not an inch of wallpaper visible.
* I write with my left hand but do everything else with my right.

5 Things I am knowledgeable about...
* How to make the perfect Mocha Coffee without the use of a fancy machine.
* The art of reading even in the most distracting of places.
* Film trivia... who starred in what and the nonsence and what not.
* Okay... I am struggling with this one?
* And this one! I will no doubt think of something in the wee hours and think darn it! :)

5 Things I know nothing about...
* The art of fly fishing.
* Tuning a guitar even though I claim to play one.
* Politics (and I am not even going to try).
* The appeal of Brad Pitt. I just dont get it!
* The engine of my car, I have a husband for that... right?

5 Things I believe...
* Our lives are merely following a pre-determined path.
* That while I grew my baby, the Angel Gabriel nurtured her soul.
* The egg came before the chicken.
* I am a reincarnated soul and I have been 'here' many times before.
* That Great Britian is sadly going to the dogs.


So that's me... :) xx

Thursday, 24 November 2011

Musings - Mama Kat's Workshop (24th November 2011)

THANKSGIVING.

This week all the prompts at Mama Kat's Writing Workshop are about Thanksgiving. I'm British. My entire knowledge of Thanksgiving is from watching it in the movies.

Family members get together, even though they don't want to, in order to eat stupid amounts of food, saying what they are thankful for, before an argument breaks out and everyone storms off home in the bad weather... surely that's just Christmas? Or every Sunday family meal?

Trust you Americans to get in another celebration! :) But fair play to you, I think it's great to think about what we are thankful for.

So even though I am a Brit I am going to join in... I am drinking coffee and stuffing myself with toast as I type, so I am trying to get into the spirit of things and here is what I am thankful for this year.

* My wonderful family
* My new daughter
* My Virgin Media TV package :)
* My health (though I could be healthier)
*My Amazon iPhone app for buying all my books
and...
* Mama Kat's workshop for inspiring me. :)

I hope I did that right? I am a beginner afterall.

So to all you thanks givers out there...

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

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Thursday, 17 November 2011

Musings - Mama Kat's Workshop (17th November 2011)

Write a love letter to an inanimate object...

Dear My Being Erica DVD Box Set,

Since watching you on E4 at the beginning of the year I have been mesmerised. Your characters are interesting, your theme tune catchy, enticing and your title fonts so easy and exciting to read.

When you arrived for my birthday I was so overwhelmed, three series all in one parcel. I was breathless with the anticipation of a tv marathon. I envisioned us curled up on the sofa with coffee, chocolate and an (itchy) blanket.

Who cares that when I turned you over to read your blurb you turned out to be dutch (the wonders of eBay) or that when I eventually put you in my DVD player all your titles were merely a mixtutre of a lack of vowels. I know that it took me four episodes to figure out how to turn off your foreign subtitles but that only made me love you more. I love a challenge, you see.

Your plastic case, your sky blue cover, your shiny disks inside... oh my Being Erica Boxset...

Please be mine for ever (even though technology will change and you will be obsolete)...

All my affection...

Stacy xxx

Thursday, 3 November 2011

Musings - Mama Kat's Workshop (3rd November 2011)

A day in the life of your pet... how bad do they have it?
So my pooch is a three year old female Border Terrier called Rohan Galadriel Redmond (we are big LOTR fans), official Kennel Club name 'Sweet Little Tinkerbell' (not our doing!).

Here is a day in the life of her...

So today I figured, you know, I'd have a little sleep in but then her alarm went off, the baby chortled through the monitor and his snoring kicked it up a notch. So I dig my claws in his back and steal her warm bit of pillow when she gets up to feed the kid.

Bliss.

I stay still and quiet under the covers as I listen to two blasts of the shower and chatter as the three of them dress and start to head down for breakfast. Today I am unlucky, they remember I'm here and dig my furry ass out of the duvet.

I stand on the doorstep looking out at the rain and then back at him; there is no chance I am peeing in this weather. I stalk pass them, tail wagging on it's own accord, and get in my own bed in the living room. It's not as comfy as a double but it does the trick.

Sleep.

I wake to a people free room, the tv is off so either they snook out or they are camped upstairs. I howl to get their attention and hear a weak 'Ro, shut up!' from somewhere. Good they didn't leave. I head in the direction of the voice having a drink and a sniff on my way and grabbing my toy as I do.

The kid is asleep. If I could jump in that cot, boy that fuzzy chicken would be mine. She is in the library room, stupid amount of books if you ask me. I wag the tail the way she likes it and get an ear tickle in return. I find the blanket laid out for the kid and flop down on it.

More sleep.

I wake as she gathers up the kid for lunch. Great, if I give them my sweetest smile I will get a bowl or two to lick. Score! It's beef and sweet potato. With a satisfied belly I beg with the toy for a few minutes before I waggle to the bed. The tv goes on, Vampire Diaries again. More of a Natural World fan myself.

Yawn, more sleep.

A dog's life is great. Half past five and he gets home. We stand on the doorstep again, nope still raining. I watch half interested and half disgusted as they eat chicken salad for tea. I wander to my bowl, dog food? Really? After a while I sigh dramatically and start on my chew.

More drivel on the tv but I put up with it as I get a bit of cuddle time. The kid yanks my ear, leg, collar, you name it but I secretly love it. I watch Supernatural, Glee and some UFC and before you know it it's eleven thirty.

We stand at the doorstep and it's still raining but I go out anyway before my insides burst. I watch the kids final bottle, watch them get in the bed and then I jump in. After a couple of minutes getting the pillow comfy and pushing them both to the edge of the bed I sigh contented.

And sleep...

:) xx

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Thursday, 27 October 2011

Musings - Mama Kat's Workshop (27th October 2011)

This week I have been stuck. There are two prompts I would like to complete...

Last week I listed for you 22 things that I had never done so naturally I am drawn to the first prompt to tell you 22 things I have done. But then you see thinking about what scared me as a child had me laughing so much that I wanted to share that too.

So I am going to cheat and do both. However, so that you readers don't get bored I will only tell you 11 things, whet your appetite so to speak. So here goes...

Something that scared the Hell out of you when you were a child.

The picture here is a movie poster from Ghoulies 2. It was releases in 1988, when I would have been an impressionable seven or eight years old.

I remember exactly when I saw it.

We had pulled up to the petrol station. Petrol was being pumped and I just happened to turn to my left. And there it was... my biggest nightmare.

(Who ever designed that poster needs a good kick to the shin!)

I froze, horrified...

Then for weeks after I was terrified of going up stairs to the toilet alone. I would force one of my parents to wait at the foot of the stairs, every landing, bedroom and bathroom light would be switched on, I would actually look down the toilet before I sat down. Then, when I was done, I would charge back down stairs into the safety of the living room and a Ghoul free zone.

A child has never moved from one floor of a house to the other so fast. I swear I set records.

I still remember the fear now. That awful gut wrenching feeling of anticipation of doom.

Very dramatic, huh? But then I was only seven. :) xx

Now... 11 things that I have done.

1. Been to see open air Shakespeare at Stafford Castle five years in a row.

2. Successfully breed fifty two Bearded and Rankin's Dragons from conception, egg laying, hatching, growing and then off to pastures new. :)
 
3. Met Dennis Waterman when he was filming in our village. (If you are not sure who he is, give him a google).

4. Seen a shooting star on my sixteenth birthday, I find that special.

5. Walked on the Great Wall of China

6. Taken the Megabus to London. Only cost £5 return from Yorkshire to the capital but it took... HOURS! :)

7.Married a man in a Irish Tartan Kilt (him not me, ha ha).

8. Succumbed to peer pressure and indulged in an iPhone 4. How common of me!

9. Had one of those moments in a train station with a man where you wait until the last moment to kiss him, then as you pull away on the train and watch him through the glass realise that you will never see him again and it is going to be one of the big regrets of your life.

10. Won tickets to the BBC Radio 1 Big Weekend music festival (2007).

And finally...

11. Grown a beautiful baby inside my tummy, how amazing is that!


So come on, join in! :) xx

Thursday, 20 October 2011

Musings - Mama Kat's Workshop (20th October 2011)

Mama Kat has this week challenged us to compile a list of 22 things that we have never done.

So here is my list... :)

22 Things I have never done.

1. Been to Buckingham Palace to visit the Queen.

2. Had a real piano lesson even though I really wanted to learn.

3. Made my own Sushi from scratch.

4. Swum in the Ocean. I have stood but never moved horizontal through the waves.

5. Watched all 24 eisodes of a season of the tv show 24 in a 24 hour back to back marathon.

6. Sung Karoke drunk, sober or even in my sleep.

7. Gone through my Facebook friends and culled any unnecessary contacts.

8. Been to America and visited Arlington Cemetery to pay my respects.

9. Completely filled a notebook before starting another.

10. Owned a Hamster.

11. Bought shoes online due to my oddly narrow feet.

12. Finished 'Gone With The Wind' no matter how mant times I try to read it.

13. Thrown out my New Kids On The Block Joey McIntyre doll.

14. Fired a bow and arrow, you know, Robin Hood style.

15. Eaten a at restaurant where the prices are missing from the menu.

16. Bungee jumped from a high bridge in Africa.

17. Painted my finger nails with black nail polish.

18. Made my own soap from a soap making kit.


19. Been an extra in a television show or movie.
 
20. Understood the off side rule or truly wanted to.

21. Grown my own potatoes.

22. Fully embraced the blogging world and tried all that I can to be read by the masses.

Gosh! That was really hard!

:) xx

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Thursday, 13 October 2011

Musings - Mama Kat's Workshop (13th October 2011)

A list if ten things you should never ask your spouse.

So far I only have the one spouse, the current Mr. as I like to refer to him, so my list of ten never to ask questions comes from the single source of an eleven year relationship (five of those married). My list therefore, while I hope humorous to myself and those reading might not necessarily be to the other half because let's face it, he is gonna know it's all about him.

But he can suck it up!
You never know... He might learn something. :)

So without further ado...

1. Do you really need to be doing that right this second?
In relation to fiddling with vehicle parts that have arrived through the post when there is a ton of more important things that could be being undertaken... Like feeding the baby! Saying hello to the wife! Anything! Usually when I ask this I get lectured.

2. Can I ask the boyfriend and get back to you?
For some reason while I have been on maternity leave Kieran thinks I have a secret boyfriend who takes up my time as 'nothing seems to get done' around the house while he is at work. One day I might just call his bluff. I figure being in my thirties means I am fully entitled to take on a toy boy.

3. Kieran, you know how supermarket car parks are notorious for getting you car bumped?
Oops, this comes from only having my new car three weeks before some wally bashed it. Kieran was not best pleased but I bet he secretly loved that it was on my watch.

4. Do you like my hair cut?
Like most women who find a haircut they love I stick with it for a while but as these like minded women know each cut with always be a slight variation on the last. Kieran hates me asking about my hair as he always feels like this is one of those questions that is gonna trap him into always giving a wrong answer. I say just tell me it looks nice before I have to ask and I won't say a word! :)

5. Do your parents have to come?
:) I am going to get in to trouble for that one!

6. Can we just pop to...?
Like most husbands mine hates shopping. Or rather he hates my kind of shopping in my kind of shops as it means ambling for hours yet still coming home empty handed. So the second I say can we just pop to... he gets a resigned look on his face that let's me know I am in for the company of a sulking male.

7. Can I buy our six month old daughter a High School Musical t-shirt?
Yeah, he dreads the day that I get to warp our Katharine with popular culture. I do so love to tease him with it though. :)

8. Don't you think Hugh Jackman is hot?
Well he is! It's not my fault the man is a fine specimen ha ha. :)

9. So you didn't pay any attention to all my hinting, huh?
For an entire month before birthdays and Christmases I hint about what he can get me. I make it so easy for him but something happens between my mouth to his ears to his brain... he always gets me something different. Don't get me wrong, the presents he gets are always lovely... It's just... I have been waiting a year for a Hootie and the Blowfish album! But to ask seems to mean I am ungrateful. Tut. Sigh. :)

10. Can you adjust your tone!?
I don't know about yours but husbands I have come across seem to be unaware that they are talking to you like you are either completely stupid or the biggest nuisance ever encountered. The reigning Mr in our household hates to be called on it. Don't do it I say then I won't need to point it out. Tut.

If fairness to husbands around the world I do fear that they live in our world knowing that they are never going to win, will never be right and may well end up being the topic for ridicule on a public blogging forum.

My spouse isn't all bad I suppose. He might turn into every one of the seven dwarves over the course of twenty four hours but I am quite happy to be his Snow White. :)

Loves ya Fuzz! :) xx

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Thursday, 22 September 2011

Musings - Mama Kat's Workshop (22nd September 2011)

Writing as part of Mama Kat's Writing Workshop

WHERE I’M FROM

I am from Sunday bus rides to my Grandparents house in Sunday best with boredom Sunday smiles, from factor 50 sun cream yet still I burned and stationery fetishes for pencils, pens and the like.

I am from the street that Nelson named, from red brick warmth and sparkling window panes. From my very own stripy room filled with books, dreams and the luscious Ethan Hawke pinned in place. The sound of laughter, the smell of cake, the sight of family and the taste of melted chocolate and home made bubbling fudge.

I am from the purple clustered heather, the Bronte wilderness of rolling moors harsh with barren beauty, blustery with high up winds, untidy hair, pink cheeks.

I am from Christmas Eve presents tauntingly laying under the tree and finding strength in laughter even when hearts do break, from Lorna but not the one of the Doones and the Carters of the Village and the Rhodes’ of the Den.

I am from blurred vision, pathetic eyes yet pretty spectacles. From size six feet from the women on my mother’s side and their love of shoes which clashes with the thriftiness of the men on my father’s side.

From reaching for dreams, aspiring to be something better than I am and not eating too much raw cake mix when I am licking the chocolate covered spoon.

I am from Henry’s Church, formed of England whether right or wrong. Lapse, undecided, guilty, longing for that peace but unwilling to mix faith with the restrictions of religion and the damage caused in its name. I am from a belief in Angels, choosing them as my guidance and living life as Gabriel would want.

I’m from a lineage of Yorkies, the White Rose being the flower of my birth, from a long line of Fredericks and an ancestry that is something I have yet to discover beyond my father’s father’s father. I am from mince pies at Christmas made every year without fail and Maltesers and Toblerone and arctic roll.

From the Uncle who when sitting in his pram with sweets was accosted by the farm yard pig who took a fancy, grabbed a little arm and took off as fast as little trotters and wheels would allow, no long term damage though other than the story frequently told, and the Grandfather of the Village who grow in his allotment, who was quiet and brusque and who met me but I not him.

I am from suitcases stored and filled with albums stuffed with photos, walls covered and surfaces littered with frames and treasures. Souvenirs from visits, vacations and occasions tell the story of this is me, this is us, that was them. Life, lives that have been lived documented, told through smiling fuzzy random snaps, Snaps so precious as they hold time at a stand still while its parallel charges forward evolving history into anecdotes and sighs.

I am from love, laughter and longing. :) xx

Thursday, 15 September 2011

Musings - Mama Kat's Workshop (15th September 2011)

Advice to new mothers...

I am a new Mum. Well, newish, my daughter is five months and one week old exactly, so I guess as I will be her mother for the next sixty(ish) years, five months is the tip of the iceberg.

So, yeah, I am a new Mum.
But I am not going to be the one giving the advice today, Katharine is.
And she can be quite stern... already.

Hi, I'm Katharine Lorelai, stubborn and bloody minded, five months old, wise beyond my years... listen up!

1. Get Some Fresh Air - Even if you are just stood on the doorstep, breathe. If you are anything like my mother you will find that you go through an entire day without even stepping foot out of the front door. Don't do it! Recycled air makes you grumpy, which makes me (your baby) grumpy and that won't work for anyone!

2. Stop Spending - You are going to see soooo many cute outfits, little t-shirts, shoes and socks, baby jeans which make you go awwww but stop! In the name of reason and a healthy bank balance stop! Babies are going to grow out of anything you buy in about two weeks, trust me, growing is what we do, it's our speciality. :) 

3. Brush Your Hair - So simple yet so important. Your baby will not want to get its first impressions of the matriarch looking like a scarecrow. But at the same time you are going to be feeling gross, you will be feeling hot, sticky, tired and well, like I said... gross. Brushing your hair will make you feel, bizarrely, so much better! It is freaky but taking two minutes to comb your locks will rejuvenate you from feeling like a limp rag to a slightly less limp rag. :)

4. I Might Just Wanna Scream - You have fed me, changed me, hugged me, cooled me, warmed me, napped me and still I scream. Unless there are obvious signs that I am ill or lacking something then trust me I just want to make some noise. Imagine being surrounded by giants who don't have a clue what you are on about, insist on talking to you in exaggerated high pitched tones, strip you naked just because you have done a wee and give you nasty white froth for every meal... yeah you'd wail a bit too!

5. Big Bag Of Stuff -  You don't need to take the entire house with you when you take me out. A bum change, an accident clothing change and maybe something to eat. That's it. To start with, like my mother, you will take bags and boxes of nonsense with you, but never fear, practice makes for a perfectly packed baby bag.

6. Time Out - For sanity's sake try and get some time out. While the baby sleeps try not to think about the washing and cleaning that needs to be done, or the meals that need to be cooked or... you get the picture. Try and sit and relax, have a breather, a cup of coffee, a nap, anything that is just for you and you alone. Sometimes new mums get overwhelmed and the woman that preceded the new mum status is lost. Find her, sooth her, you might need her again some day.

And one last thing, as you are probably reading this with one eye on the screen and one eye on the washing machine...

7. Day Time TV - AVOID IT!!! It will warp your mind.

:) xx

Thursday, 8 September 2011

Musings - Mama Kat's Workshop (8th September 2011)

I am finding it hard to choose a writing prompt today. In all the time I have been visiting Mama Kat this has only happened once before. It's not that I don't have things to write, at the moment I have never been more inspired, it is more that I do not have anything adequate to say about any of the prompts.

I have never shoved anyone, not that I can remember doing anyway and as I am determined to keep this blog honest I didn't want to make up some story about me getting all UFC on some one's ass. Though I know that if it came to it, I definitely have a protective streak that would happily do a little shoving to protect mine and theirs.

As for first day of school and a summer recap, with Katharine only being little we have no stories yet to tell. And as our summer has been torrential rain... we have spent most of the time in side.

And of course my blog is full of hoarding stories so that would have been far too easy.

I toyed with the idea of sharing my 911 memories, of how being in the UK I was forced to watch everything from afar on the TV, feeling shocked and emotional... but then via email feed I read this post this morning Adventure's in Blogging: A future Nurse and NEW Dad!!!. I love reading Jim's posts and today he made me cry as I read his 911 memories.

I realised that it would be wrong of me to try and write about my vague memories of another Countries pain. So today, click on the link above and read what Jim wrote.

:) xx

Mama’s Losin’ It

Thursday, 1 September 2011

Musings - Mama Kat's Workshop (1st September 2011)

Write a post about a childhood memory as if you're in that memory... from the perspective of yourself as that child.

I am eight and half. My favourite subject at school is Mathematics, I am currently taller than all my class mates, I am in love with Joey McIntyre of New Kids on the Block fame, I read ALL the time, I am precocious...

My bed time is eight thirty...

Hercule Poirot, my new favorite television show doesn't finish until nine...

I make a deal with my parents. The deal is that at nine o'clock when the show finishes and the credits are rolling up the screen, I have to run up the stairs with no chatter or messing about. I need to be in bed by five past with my eyes closed and the duvet tucked under my chin.

We shake hands, that was three weeks ago, the plan is working well.

But tonight, I am wide awake. I resent my enforced bedtime, even the extended one.

As the credits start to roll and the theme music plays I grin to myself in my armchair and close my eyes. I hear my Dad get up from the sofa when I don't do my usual jumping up act. He gently taps my shoulder but I stay really still. For effect I even pretend to snore slightly, he buys it! From her opposite side of the sofa my Mum tells him he might as well carry me up.

I stifle a giggle...

I feel him lift me and try to keep still, try and keep my eyes shut. I am not a small child, I am tall for my age but my build fits my frame. With my eyes closed I picture the journey across the living room to the bottom of the stairs. I hear my Mum follow, her slippers shuffle on the carpet.

My Dad whispers about how heavy I am, my mum says I look lovely when I am asleep.

I stifle another giggle...

We slowly make it up the stairs, it's awkward, my feet touch the wallpaper, I feel muscles strain around me. I can't believe I have got away with it. He has carried me to the top. I can't control myself any longer.

I start to giggle and open my eyes...

"Are you awake?!" He asks incredulously.
"Yup, the whole time." I am laughing now, whole heartedly. So is my Mum, she has sat down on a step half way up looking at my Dad as he tries to be all indignant.

Then he starts to giggle too because between me and my Mum the resistence to laughter is futile. I am chased into bed, kissed goodnight and told that next week... I had better make a run for it. :)

(This story, over the next 22 years, has been told many times, usually by my parents when I am trying to con my Dad into / out of something... it still amuses me but what I love most is that such a simple memory amuses them.)

:) xx

Writing as part of Mama Kat's Writing Workshop
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