Times Are Good (In This Disco Dolly's Hood) x

Hello, and how are you all my beautiful, bouncingly bodacious Blogchums? I am all good (as the title states...)
So, my weekend of fun and frolics, began on Friday, a special day being that it was me and The Chief's 10th WEDDING ANNIVERSARY!!!!!! I am still kinda freakin' out at the fact that 10 years have gone by since we got married. Needless to say, we've achieved a massive amount together, our very best work being our two delectably nibbleicious, highly entertaining, heaven sent bundles of complete gorgeousness, followed closely by our epic emigration adventure to the Zone of Godsville. Having looked up what random item is traditionally linked to your 10th wedding anniversary, I was mildly disappointed to discover that it was tin, until a friend quite rightly pointed out that tin rhymes with....gin! Hurrah! Happy days Blogsters!
So, true to form, myself and The Chieferoo spent the night both laughing like drains about all the stuff we'd already achieved and getting all focused about what the future holds. Had yummy-yumscious-yumorific Thai food, bought a big, fat bottle of Amaretto and put Chiefybaby in his happy place when we located some Hoegaarden on tap! Bring on the next 10 I say....let's see what the feckers can throw at us!!!
And this leads us to Saturday and hitting the d floor with my darling Pufferina Ballerina (Funkylicious Party Princess Extraordinaire) It had been ages since we'd done our groove thang and we were ready to throw some funk down...We were 'boyfriendsitting' for our chumwin, the completely sparkletastic 'Black n White Bear' and he turned out to be fun in a bun with extra mayo, sesame seeds and a side order of chips! The night was great, good crowd that got better as the night wore on and when Popsicle turned up from her function, she was in full effect. Miss 'I Don't Dance or Like Bars Very Much' was on fire!!!!! Way to get a surprise between the eyes! Dunno where that's been hiding, but it was spectacular.
Man, I love my friends, they build me up, keep me strong and heading in the right direction. They have their fun buttons firmly tuned to Dancerama FM and they have Sparkles for Africa. Each and every one one of my sunny bunny sidekicks both here and overseas brings something vital and special to the table and I sincerely hope I do the same for them.
Despite best efforts in the d floor ownership department, it would seem that my head still needs to recuperate and regroup from my 10 km wander. Well, that and the fact that the band decided to go all fecking mosh pit on us. Had to have a word: "Is this it kid?..or could you play some Stevie/MJ (early stuff, naturally)/Prince...) Your man replies: "I think the crowd are too young." SAY WHAT???????????? The crowd are what? OMG Blogbods it was something akin to a knife straight to the heart! They played some Al Green (Let's Stay Together) and ordinarily that would've done the trick, but quite frankly the damage was done. Dozy feckers...Off to Never Never Land? I don't think so! Enter Sandman I believe my nemesis song is called. I can't deny, it's a veritable d floor filler, the YOUNGSTERS love it, but it renders this Disco Dolly more than a little bit spastic dyspraxic (PC Brigade may as well feck off lol)
I liken my current Parkylicious situation to a game of Jenga. I was so feckin onto it that my tower was impressively massive and enormously huge and then the last brick went on and..........CRASH! Stifflerwiffler. So we start again.....gotta fake it to make it and slip on my pretty pink positivity pants (they're v fetching...suits you sir!) It's frustrating but, hey I'm a Tough Northern Bird, with a support crew to die for. The best is yet to come!.....I know this because I had a magnificent De La Soul moment (coupled with a few pep talks from the most special ones) and I can tell you it is indeed All Good. Fake It to Make It peeps...if you want it, it can be yours, you've just got to want it badly enough. So where's me feckin house?
Onto the Soundtrack.....Chic for the title track, De La Soul for my funky peeps and The track in honour of The Chief is nowhere to be found in my little brainicle so shall be a work in progress till I remember. It's far too feckin late and bed is calling. Mwahzicles xxxxxx

Ready For the Weekend!....Yes, I Rather Think I Am...

Woohoo Blogeroos, just a mega quick post to get you Funkeroos aware that Mama Sparkle is gonna be fully on it (like a car bonnet...again) this weekend. Tomorrow is me and The Chief's 10 year wedding anniversary (more of that to come) It will be so nice to have some time with just my 'Partner in Fun' and although he's going to be working that day, we're gonna have a great night, probably reminiscing like a couple of sad sacks but also plotting, scheming and hatching fabulous plans for the future. Yey! :-) Thanks so much for being on Bodlet patrol Pufferina Ballerina, we completely love ya!
Saturday sees me definitely regaining my Funky Fly Disco Dolly status......the Nana hips are long gone and I'm really stoked to be feeling so good, energised and dripping with beautiful Sparkles. "ONWARDS!.....to the Dancefloor!" It's gonna be off the chain my friends...off the chain! xx

Children......Ours Are Completely Acetastic and Deliciously Funny!

Greetings Blogbods and welcome back to my wonderful world of fun and frolicks!
Today, I will be mostly talking about the delectable funky infants that myself and The Chief like to call our kids. They're the Bin Lids, the Carpet Monkeys, the Ankle Biters, the Small People, the Bodlets, and so on and so on and so on.........
So, the exploits of these children are, quite frankly, worthy of a blog/book/psychology thesis in their own right as they are so outrageously comical, yet simultaneously pride inducing, end of tether reaching, head fuck generating, laugh out loud encouraging episodes that even the best fictional writer simply couldn't make up. The end result?... my heart about to burst with complete and total love and adoration for these two teeny tiny funksters extraordinaire. They share our home, our life, our every thought and they are just the most amazing people. We are beyond blessed to be the ones to mould them and afford them roots and wings. (The jury's out on whether they'll feel as lucky in the long run, lol!)
Just yesterday, I was regaling my dear old Dad (AKA The Dapper Don Disco Daddy) with tales of a seemingly 'normal' Day in the Life of the A Team. Agreed, it involved McDonalds (The Chief has, following a harrowing episode of food poisoning in the early nineties that resulted in the extraction of his appendix, ensured in no uncertain terms that our offspring baulk at the mere mention of "The Evil Clown") a trip to A & E and untold volumes of bird shit and runny ice cream, as well as tears, panic, laughter and a very interesting jumper (Princess Pumpkin: Who the feck?...what the feck?....lol, lol, lol...inbox baby!!!!!) That, my little Funkmeisters is roughly a synopsis of about four hours of a single day. Good innit?
I completely love the way my Funkydoodles are so very different. The way I know that I am forever linked to these kids who have the world at their feet...who can simply smile (or roar because at that particular juncture they are intent on being a tiger/leopard/cheetah) and make me melt.
Kids are the future and for myself and The Chief, it's all about the future. Our 'take it for granted' vision of the future took a bit of a knock, but these two beautiful Bods deserve for us to make like life hasn't changed at all. Sure there'll be 'interesting' times but we'll temper it with fun and laughter and make sure that they know there are four kids in this family of ours. Two big (who should know better, but thankfully don't) and two who will always be our babies. As for the Soundtrack.....Robert Miles, it just had to be...awesome tune, takes me right back. Stevie, as always says it so perfectly. Listen to his lyrics, they tell you everything that I feel about my fabulous, amazing, comedy genius A-Team. Once again...I am one lucky bunny. Enjoy peeps....x

Stronger.......So Sparklies Back the Feck Up!......x

Greetings Blogsters......hope to find y'all freakin' funkin the fiercest fabulocity in full effect (a little night time alliteration for your asses....lol)
So, you know how I said that, having done my 10km Walk of Off Road Awesomeness, I was like a proper athlete now and everything, innit? Hmmmmm, turns out I'm actually just about as feckerooed as I can be! My usual winning mantra of: "What's the worst that can happen?" has been right royally hijacked by the Sparklies, which has kinda leaped up ninja style and slapped my skinny (yet really rather pert, thankyou very much...) ass with the kind of wake up call that shouts out "You ain't all that Miss Thang!" Oh shit, I'd really rather got to thinking that I was in fact all that and that good old Senor SparklyTrousers was well and truly in his box, down a well in a forest in a land far, far away........
It turns out that working four days a week in the middle of nowhere, keeping up with The Bodlets, pursuing the state of ultimate domestic goddess-ness, maintaining an air of absolute sparkletastic fabulocity and undertaking a mega walk has kinda taken it's toll on the old bodwin. Until just yesterday, I truly had in my posession the hips of a knackered old eighty five year old and all the wibbly/shaky/stiffy/draggy boring pantsorific shit of old has returned (everyday I'm shufflin' eh? lol)
So, what to do my funky monkeys? Give up? Fade away?....Back the feck up there Mary, we never, ever, ever let this Spangledanglewankbag of Parky pisspants get the better of me! Uh-huh...yo mama etc. Oh yes, I know how this game works.....Senor Sparkletastico gets into me brain (like a trojan worm...one for the nerds there) and tries to Steal My Sunshine (see the Lyrical Tourettes is still in full effect) Well, no...you're feckin not havin it...for it's mine, all mine mu-hahahahahaha!
I guess I've gotta Believe the Hype (Public Enemy-ish), Practice What I Preach (Barry White) and aside from anything else, firmly trust and believe that I have The Power (the mighty Snap!) to but these Sparklydoodles to bed. I've done it once Chumsters, I can do it again. Cue Kanye then. A bit of a tool in my opinion, but this tune kinda fits. And, since I like to give youse two for one here's another class tune. So here we go.......or rather OK Go. Completely genius vid, wish I could do that on a treadmill....far more fun than running n'est-ce pas? Big love.....xx

Walk This Way! Hey Kids...I Did..... x

Well Blogmates......I did it! I completed my first major athletic challenge since the Junior Girl's Egg and Spoon race of 1983! Hurrah or what?
You know how I have a bit of a tendency to kind of agree to stuff without really thinking it through?....yeah, well when The Chief suggested that (once I 'came out to the whole wide world' about my Sparklies) I might like to follow it up with a physical challenge (not a Dare or even for that matter a Double Dare) "Exercise is good for the Sparklies!" I heard my trusty Info Grabber/Research Monkey declare. "It's been proven to alleviate the less funkylicious symptoms of that Great Big Fat Jelly Bus ride you're on!" I simply nodded and smiled and was heard to retort: "Sure, of course, that'd be grand...what's the worst that can happen?....where do I sign?"
Hmmm....Bugger....turns out I was signed up and did have to do it. Right so.....
Someone mentioned training (and trainers for that matter...more of that in a bit...) aahh, yes that old chestnut. All of this 10km Walk craziness just happened to be kicking off at a time when I was busier than a busy thing in a box marked 'Busy.' Timing eh? I had however told roughly everyone I knew that I was going to enter, copied heaps of sponsorship forms and spent time (that I didn't even have) tapping friends and even unsuspecting randoms up for cold hard cashola. "I'm doing it for the Sparklies people!!!!!" Feck, feck, feckity feck!
The Chief mentioned that the treadmill (dusty, neglected, forlorn little fella in the garage) could be more than a little bit useful. Woohoo.....on I hopped....and it turned out to be fun! I-pod was on, I morphed into athletic goddess/divatastic soul funkster with immediate effect and had a completely faborific time. "Sure this isn't going to be so bad" I'm thinking. Hmmmmmmm, naive much?
So, lots of people say they're going to do this epic feat of physical prowess and endurance with me, support is high, there are many positive comments yey! Turns out however that the box marked "Yeah, I'll Do it With Ya" is pretty much empty apart from the trusty G-Dawg. Not judging in the slightest Blogeroos, people have their reasons and that's completely cool with me, but honestly, I reckon if you're going to bother to do something like this, something so far out of your comfort zone that it's not even on the comfort zone map, it has to be all about you anyway and a very personal goal. I am so grateful that the people who were with me on the day were there, but as always...it was all about me. My challenge. My goal. My way of kicking the Sparklies right in the chestnuts.
And that is exactly what I did. The feeling of accomplishment was awesome. I did it with barely any training or serious thought and very newly acquired trainers (such a shameless last minute chick!) I am so completely stoked that I have already signed up for two more in the coming months! This time 21km Half Marathon Big Bastards (walking still...don't be getting carried away now will youse?) "Sure, of course, that'd be grand...what's the worst that can happen?....where do I sign?" Oh for feck's sake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Soundtrack of the Post has got to be the old RUN DMC/Aerosmith classic, with a side order of Shakira because Holy Mary, the girl's spot on the hips don't lie and mine feel like they belong to an eighty five year old. Well she can have 'em back!
Mwahzicles to you all, now go on feck off on a big long walk...sniff the lovely fresh air and feel amazing!!!!!!!!!!!! xxxx

We Cold Rocked This Party Baby! xx

Well, Blogdedoodlepoodlepuffs......what an amazingly funpacked sporterific weekend this little chick pea has enjoyed!
Do you know something Pumpkins, as I say many times...I am one seriously lucky funker. I am blessed with having some spectacular people in my life. The ones I'm gonna tell y'all about today are the completely delicious Bay of Plenty Allstar Posse.......
We met them as newbies to this fabulous country when I (ahem...) joined a gym! I know, go figure eh! Turns out their youngest bodlet and our oldest bodlet were born on the same day. It was written in the stars!!! We became fab friends on the spot (these dudes even support the Mighty LFC!) and throughout the six years we've now been in NZ, they have always been a very important part of our lives and we fully consider them to be family.
When we left the BOP.....we just caught up when we could and it was always just as if we'd never moved away and that Blogsters is the measure of true friendship. We can go months with no contact, meet up, laugh like drains, eat far too much, never quite drink enough due to too much talking and usually end up in a competitive challenge (even swingball in the pitch black, lol)
I completely love these folks with all my heart and this weekend we have spent together has just been ace in the place! This is due to the following things.......
(1) I completed my 10km Offroad Walk today...GP did it with me, got me through and made it such a completely funtabulous experience that I'm totally up for more athletic fun and games (sure I've got the trainers now so what the hell!!!)
(2) NP is funny, funny, funny and is completely and utterly a bone fide diva extraordinaire! Driving through town with Vanilla Ice turned up to obscene levels......a hilarious 'Amazing Race' debacle in Pam's Palace and a Pizza Hut showdown (that very nearly became Smackdown) is quite frankly what normality looks like for this Sparkletastic friend of mine. I love it!!!!
(3) They were the best support crew a chick could ever have...great cheering small people!
(4) Rasputin.....there's nothing more to say...lol!
(5) Just Dance and Wii Sing extravaganza...we own their asses (apart from Tina, who has it licked)
There's so much more to add but for now I'll just say that sometimes in life people come along that are just special (no not jumper rubber special) but that you just fit with. They get you, it's always easy and uncomplicated when they're around and more than that you always just have fun, they love you and you love them. Blogsters, these people are worth more than gold! So I hope you have some in your life, cos mine are completely amazing. If you do, make sure you remind them how fab they are today.
NP, GP and the P-Bods......We sure as hell Cold Rock Any Party......now where's Barbie and Ken?.......Mwahs galore xxxxxx

Back Once Again For The Renegade Master (That's Me Mateypeeps!) x

I know...I know....I am officially a Bad Blogger. I am sorry Pumpkins for building you up with the most magnificent literary fabulocity known to the modern world (and accompanying epic tunes)...just to shamelessly leave you there dangling, desperate for more........
However I am back (Once again for the renegade master, D4 damager with the ill behaviour etc etc) with lots to tell:
House = greedy vendors, misguided buggers are well and truly pissing on our parade. However, the houseypoo for us is somewhere...out there (get back in your box Linda Rondstadt...this is not for you kid) Honestly Pumpkins, just as an aside, I seriously do think that Lyrical Tourette's is a legitimate condition with which I am utterly afflicted in the extreme. I hear song lyrics in everyday conversation all the fecking time...it's becoming serious....
Back to the houseypoo....we've almost bought three at time of writing, but as yet are still in the Dogbox. Still, we are not worried for our glasses are half full my darlings (mine with gin and lemon and lime bitters, The Chief's probably with a nice cup of Docker's tea) It will be ours...oh yes it will.
Stop the Press Funkydoodles...I HAVE PURCHASED A PAIR OF TRAINING SHOES!!!!!!!!!!!!
I agree, I didn't think it would ever materialise either. I am well known for being a 'last minute chick' with an infuriating ability to just about cobble it together right down to the wire and I am probably way too far gone now to change. So, here I am kitted out for this Sunday's romp around the mountain internally chanting a feverish mantra of: Sure what's the worst that can happen?/How hard can it really be? etc Training you say?.....well I did a good forty minutes of huffing and puffing with a talented fella called Stevie. Aaah, get yerselves out of the gutter Blogbods....it was exercise on a treadmill whilst listening to Lord God Stevie of Wonderville. So there, that's that then, I have trained. Bodlet Number One's teacher asked me was it a case of the blind leading the blind? Hahaha.....wicked funny woman.
We will have friends of the utmost delectability coming over in order to support, encourage, sympathise and drink and be merry when it's all over and there will be other funkeroos doing their bit to help this bewildered bugger get round the course. It'll be funny and I'll be sure to meet plenty of randoms along the way.
Other stuff of note that has happened: (1) Met the loveliest, happiest, jolliest person in town today. I literally could have chatterooed for hours cos he was so nice. Even The Chief thought he was fab. There really are some genuinely awesometastic people in the world  and do you know what Funydoodlepoodles?...next time I'm in town, I'm gonna go in his shop and tell him and I think if you meet someone on your travels who is just ace  you should do the same.
(2) We now own 51" of viewing pleasure and no fecking house to put it in! How funny is that?
I am now waffling cos it's late and I'm off to the countryside tomorrow but feel free to keep commenting, tell all your friends, make requests for tunes of a most banging nature. Communication is King y'all. Ciao for now. x