Oi Blogsters!....A Little More Conversation a Little Less Action...You Feel Me? x

OMG Blogbods! By the time you read this, 76 Sparkles will have smashed through 2,000 views! That, quite simply put, is completely awesometastic! We've only been at this glitterific Blog Party (oooh sounds like Bloc Party...used to quite like them!) since May and, whilst I love my cute little ole Blogdedoodle with a feverish passion and believe in it immensely, it never fails to surprise me that people actually go out of their way to read it.
It began as (and continues to be) a form of cathartic therapy for me. I was concerned that I was in a kind of denial over my Sparkly situation and figured that if I 'came out' in a spangle-dangle neontastic Miss Ross kinda way, well that'd be it wouldn't it? Everyone would know about something I'd been trying really hard to hide. My feeling was, being open about my situation might (a) help me deal with it, (b) stop me feeling like a big flashing sign informing the world of my touch of the Stiffler's Mom was ever present and (c) it might just help someone else travelling up Sparkly Creek without the aid of anything remotely paddle-like.
I write 'so I can get it all out, what's in my head' (4 Non-Blondes ref for ya!) but it freakin' rocks to the max that there are megabods like yourself that are along for the ride. We got 'em from Brasil to Japan via Ukraine and Canada....we've got the Yemen!.....we've got China!.....we are going hard and spreading the Sparkles in a globaltastic way and I'm completely and utterly thankful to all of you for checking in.....
Just one thing....I know you "Stellar Fellas" are out there...but you guys are so quiet!!!!!!!
Talk to me Blog-a-log-a-ding-dongs!!! I am loving the fact that you check in from far and wide, but please don't sneak a read then skip off, unless I'm some kind of guilty pleasure..and hey, I'm down with that ;-) I'd fully love to hear what you think about this Blog of mine. So, be brave my lovely Lords and Ladies of Sparkledom...c'mon now...holla. What's good, what's not? Any topics you want to talk about. We could create a full on forum Blogeroos. Talk to me....you know you want to.....
Soundtrack: Elvis the Pelvis! x

Count On Me....There's a Lollipop I Love With All My Heart! x

For My Most Awesome, Amazing, Beloved Chief of Fabulocity and My Wickedly Wonderful, Wonderous Wonder Woman (with the best boots EVER!!!)

You two are Boombastic and I love ya.......more than you'll ever really know. For different reasons you build me up and keep me on it. I say a teeny tiny thank you for you every single day. xxxx

'Stiffy' Rears Up It's Sparkly Head....Aaaaah Feck Off Will Ya? Don't You Know I'm She-Ra and Batfink?! x

Wah...wah...waaaaaaaaaaaahhh. Mama said there'd be days like this...turns out she didn't, but Good Old Therapy Knickers sure as shit was onto it. "Co-operate with the inevitable" or, in old money "Cross that bridge when you come to it." Yeah well the bridge is looming like a big foetid brick wanker with a manky auld troll sat in it's own piss and dribble fumbling around underneath. It's on Beautiful Blogwins...here's The Test, The Big One, The Big Bad Daddy AKA: Wtf? Where Did All the Sparkles Go?
What do you do when the drugs don't work any more? My 'Fake It to Make It' mantra has had a kick in the knackers and has gone off in a bit of a huff. Seriously need to get her ass back onto the task at hand, there's things that need doing and quite frankly, I haven't got time for Ms Sparklies wibbly bullshit. Well, I say the drugs don't work, I am merely guessing.....I am currently grappling with the Mind Over Matter thing in a big, big way. Here's the deal:
Since my 'Epic Wander Around the Mountain', I have found that the wheels have been coming off slowly but surely and despite my efforts to the contrary, the physical symptoms of the Wobblywaddles have been creeping back in, resulting in a quick trip to Mini Meltdown City Centre and a 111 call to my Support Crew Extraordinaire. To anyone reading this, whether you enjoy perfect health or otherwise, please love, love, love the fabulous funketeers you have in your life, and more importantly, tell them...every day because it never wears thin. My Funkylicious Band of Epic Greatness have got my back and I know I'll get where I need to be with them in my corner. A bacon sarnie...some cake...bright red  twinkly sparkles that are turning up all over the house and two of the most amazing people I've ever come across were all that was needed to get this kid to have a word with herself and get right back on the Sparkle Train....destination: Kick Ass Groovetown (twinned with Positivityville)
Having invested so heavily in an outlook and coping mechanism that I have grown to believe in wholeheartedly, and with such a vehement passion that I feel able to put it out there in the public arena, it was seriously difficult to see it crumbling around me and knowing that there's really nothing for it but to start all over again, building the tower from the ground up. I'm fighting a battle that ultimately I cannot ever fully defeat, my Sparklies will always be there, but I at least have a choice with regards to how I allow it to impact my life. Aaahh, you know me Blogbods....this Disco Dolly has much to do and will not ever never be down for long. The minging, pantsorific days spent in Shit Street are essential though, they are absolutely imperitive, because without them the Glitterifically Twinkletastic days wouldn't be so epically sunny-bunny-wonderful.
Soundtrack: Living Colour.....Crank it up Blogsters and go hug someone fabulous and thank them for being in your life. xxxx

Ultra Fab...Ultra Feckin Awesome Place...Ultra Music x

I know Blogsters...wtf? Twice in a row?.....she's on fire! I just had to share how completely amazing it is that I live where I live with so much natural beauty, genuine love, friendship and aroha from so many people, both close to me and random strangers.
So today, I had some time to kill and I thought: "Feck it I'm off to the lake." This goes back to my previous ramblings about how the best moments seem to be the spontaneous ones. The ones where you just get up off your arse and go do something, instead of thinking about it. I think we are almost genetically programmed at conception to be watchers or grabbers. My theory is that you've got your 'Watchers' who would love to do something 'exciting or different' but really can't be arsed when it comes to the crunch. These folks then branch out into two sub species, being those who applaud the drive and motivation of others but don't put it into action themselves (The Bollockless Back Patters) and those who wish they had these qualities and so deride the get up and go of others (The Merchants of Bleurgh) The 'Grabbers' on the other hand, can't wait to seize upon a new opportunity grab it firmly by the bollocks and go hard (unintentional sexual reference there...what would Freud say?..not much he's dead eh!) You're either in it to participate or you might as well feck off and that's that!
Coming to NZ has so completely got to be one of the very best things I have ever done. Soon, another piece of the puzzle will be put into gear and then this chick will be all good. So, that's why today the ironing lost and the lake won and I took twenty fabulous minutes to wiggle my toes in the water and couldn't take the massive bastard smile off my face. It's so good to be a 'Grabber'!
Soundtrack: Katchafire...can't believe it's taken this long for these boys to feature, but I love 'em and this song made my smile that little bit wider...enjoy my beautiful Blogwins! xx

Jump On It!.....Where We Laugh Until Our Faces Hurt! x

Ahhh, there you are my little Blogeroo...so nice to have you along for the ride once more!
Saddle up y'all, because yet again, it has been a week comprising mainly of what can only really be described as 'crazy ass shit'. Just how I like it!
Well, first off, it's a great big fat gypsy "feck the feck off will ye?!?!" to the virus from hell that refuses to go away and has left me with the most annoying tickly cough ever in the whole wide world...Amen. I am beyond over it and want it to go. Now, if you could arrange for that to happen in the very very very near future, ooohhh what a happy little Perkydoodle I would be.
Despite all that, this week, I have been mostly ferrying infants here, there and everywhere...cue music: "Lady cab driver, roll up your window fast (doo doo doo doo doo)" It's a bit of Prince fo yo asses. You should go take a listen :-) Anyway, back on track....Friday was quite the important day because: we did boring mortgage-type banking form filling stuff for the new and improved Towers. However the chick dealing with us was cute and funny and gossipy....and made us so fecking late that the rest of the day was spent racing around like Usain Bolt smacked off his tits on a heady mixture of speed and Raspberry Miranda! I'd promised to help Miss Lollipop (Bodlet 1) paint her T-Shirt for her school production and so raced like the proverbial Bat out of Hell to school where herself (AKA The Last Turkey in the Shop) was waiting patiently and we got it done in fabulous style. Meanwhile...on the other side of town, The Chief had hastily chopped up a carrot, bagged it and lobbed it squarely at Bodlet 2 by way of a snack for Kindy and sent the young fella on his way. Is it dawning on you yet Blogbod?...can you see where this is going?....re-e-wind (when the crowd says Bo Selecta) Bodlet 1 = school, Bodlet 2 = Kindy, The Chief and I = not at work.....Holy Mary, could this mean?.....no....could it possibly be true?....YES, YES, YES! The Chief and I bagged some time together sans enfants in the daylight hours. Well, let's not get our knickers in too much of a twist peeps, because we had to go to another school function for Bod 1 and therefore had a window of opportunity of roughly an hour. How did we spend it?.....well Afternoon Delight did cross our minds, but quite frankly it's not the time of day you do it as long as you're doing it eh? ;-) So we went to our fave rave eating emporium and proper scoffed!
We also had....'The Chat'...the one that went a bit like this:
Chief: "So, we'll be making an appointment pretty soon then?"
Moi: "What for?"
Chief: "You know, Dr Wright" (neurodude)
Moi: "Why's that then?"
Chief: "You know why.....cos you're meds aren't working too grand anymore."
Moi: (aaaahhh feck, he's onto it) Right so.....". When did you notice?
Chief: "I've known for a bit, thought it was to do with your crazy mountain wander, working heaps, buying a house, not really doing the sleep thing too well and stuff. Think we should go see him though to see what he reckons."
Moi: " Aaah, feck. You're right, guilty as charged Your Honour."
You can't fool the ones who love you for very long, eh?" Arse, looks like we're off to Medsville again for a wee bit of tweaking. However, I maintain that so much of all this buggery bollocks is completely mired in how you are mentally and what with all the plates I'm spinning right now, it's no wonder my Jenga Tower of Sparkly Banishment has got it's wobble on really.
I'll tell you what though Blogsters, it's completely not bothering my Disco Dancing D Floor Diva Destroyer in Da house status, no not one bit! My girls and I rocked it out in fine style to our new fave band of immense fabulocity.
I know I've said it so many times, but these awesome, strong, feisty, beautiful, humble, loving, dancetastic girls of utter gorgeousness and marvellocity are so beyond vital, I can't possibly imagine my life without them. I literally bounce like a puppy dog wearing Slinky shoes on a trampoline when I've been out (thank God The Chief understands and supports!) The Jenga Tower is back on the rise Funksters.......watch me soar!
Soundtrack: Sugarhill Gang Apache (Jump On It) as an extra treat, it's the Fresh Prince clip cos that's gonna be me and my Groovemamajama next time we're out! Till next time Tonto...Jump On It! Laterz Homies xx

It's a Beautiful Day.....Don't Let it Get Away

Well Blogbods, what a crackin weekend was had by all here at Towers Inc. It was, in fact so fab that it even seemed to last heaps longer than it should have done...you know those days that come along every now and again that are magical because they seem to let you extract every single minute and turn it into a moment that completely pops and sparkles with smiley happy deliciousness.
Today I kinda want to talk about the way we fail to make these 'Sparkle Days' (for that is officially the new name for them) important and, although we appreciate them and acknowledge them to a certain degree when they come around, they remain a 'now and again' occurrence, a 'flash in the pan', an anomaly. That got me to thinking: "How can we make it a habit to stop for a minute (baby I'm so glad you're mine....Whoop, There It Is! That's a song lyric coming atcha right there...you know by now there's ALWAYS a song lyric!) and, you know 'smell the roses'. Aha, that old cliche, but it really is true Blogeroos.....how do we turn those WOW WOW WOW days/moments into less of a random act of fabulocity and more a case of "Hell yeah baby, this kinda funky shit happens to me all the time..."
The song lyric is from a seriously guilty pleasure (you'll find it at the end of the post) I apologise here and now for it is right royally dripping with cheese, but for some reason, I have always loved the lyrics and you should give it an open minded listen. I feel it rings true both for my relationship with The Chief, but also for the two Bodleteers.
Life can be shit for lots of people in more ways that one can possibly imagine. We might be too fat, too poor, someone has been mean to us, we're trapped and going nowhere, that dress you really wanted has gone and feckin sold out, you are undervalued at work, you struggle to make social connections and are lonely, you're angry at life, you want what you can't have and so it goes on......yep it can be a big, heavy bag of dog wank we have to carry around with us, but someone will always try and piss on your parade....the trick I've learned is the only let the good stuff in. Surround yourself with positive people and make a point of channelling your inner Judy of Garlandsville (ahh yes...a pill popping maniac and a bit of a gin hound to boot she may well have been, but she was the original trailblazer for the old: "Fake it to Make it" mantra I hold so dear)
Some of the best days I've had in my life have been planned: My wedding day, the births of both my Bodlets (induced both times in case you were wondering...) arrival in Godzone to live forever and ever, etc etc. But, I think some other seriously memorable ones that have brought me amazing satisfaction and pleasure and fun in abundance have been the randoms. The spontaneous, off the cuff, "What'll we do today Mary?" kind of days where the magic just happens. We had so many days like these when the Dapper Don Disco Daddy and his Teenage Kickstart were over (mainly because when I'm around him, his "I'm so laid back I'm feckin horizontal" vibe rubs off on me and I slow down the pace of life a bit (My hamster on it's wheel is more than a little bit glad of that!) but the thing is, those are the days we still reminisce about. So, whatever's going on in your life, good, bad or indifferent...stop for a minute and remember those roses. Enjoy 'em now because soon they'll be gone and you'll have missed them. I try so hard to do this with my Bodlets and it's so hard to remember because life gets in the way, but I'm determined! Live in the now Blogbods...it's a Beautiful Day...so crack on eh?
Soundtrack: U2 love it and it reminds me of watching the footy at a normal time of day :-)
Guilty Pleasure track: Amy Grant (I know!!!...cue incredulous look...) and for the hat trick, you lucky buggers...Judy Garland sing it, baby! Now we out......xxxxx

Let's Get Retarded......With a Side Order of Conga Line. Crackin'! x

Hello? (Blogbods)......is it me you're looking for? (Lovely, big chinned Lionel.....underrated funkmeister in my opinion)
So, an update in Health News: The big red cross indicating a house of the poorly sick and unclean has now been removed from the front door at Morris Towers. The oldest Bodlet is on the mend, hurrah! The youngest Bodlet has weathered the storm and just has a sore throat. Annoyingly The Chief has so far remained unscathed. As for me...... I am and I quote: "not so much husky maiden exactly, more thick green ming-riddled, dingy cave dwelling gravel scoffer." Sore, sore, sore...and, did I say I was sore? Still, enough of all that my little Funk Bunnies, as sooner or later I will be firing on all cylinders once again, you know it!
I believe that the only answer to feeling bleurgh is a big, fat, massive, enormous...yes, you guessed it......danceroo! Dancing, and amazing music is, as you know my best defence, and attack for that matter, against the evil Sparklies as well as the general poorlydoolies. Oh how we rocked it the other night. Crackin band, fabulous company, more laughs than I've had in ages ("I'm her carer and she's on stronger medication tonight, eh Ballerina?) and a two woman conga line. Fun times never have to be expensive or complicated, I find that the very best ones are always the most spontaneous.
I am so very lucky to have some of the funniest, most outrageously crazy arsed, 'head the ball' funny bunnies in my life. How could I ever head off down to Dumpsville when these awesome heroes and heroines of hilarity keep me laughing and smiling. An amazingly funny guy called Stephen K Amos said in a comedy show once: "Always find the funnies." It's sound advice Blogbods....there's nowt you can't laugh at. So go on laugh...make sure you have a feckin good roar of a belly laugh at something today.....it's good for the soul! (Almost as much as dancing!)
Soundtrack time...... Black Eyed Peas first and foremost because of the massive laugh that bordered on self wetting that we had dancing to this song...my beautiful friend you are a legend and I will always be smiley, happy with you in my world! Just for good measure, and because it went down a treat I also give you La Estefan and the Conga. Guilty pleasure.....yes Madam it most certainly is! Go on now Mary....Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga. I know you can't control yourself any longer! xx