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

When the Going Gets Tough....the Tough Go Dancing....Oh Yes, They Do Indeed! x

Yo, Hey Check This Out! (ahh, yes...a little taste of the old BVSMP for your delectation Blogbods.....Target Audience?......Better not be Funksters, or you've got homework to do!
Sad times are afoot, my Merry Band of Awesomeness...for I am officially Poorlydoodlepoodletastic. Sniff...cough.....poorly...sigh.....Those generous (to a fecking fault!) Bodlets of mine have finally gone and passed on 'The Virus of Doom and Foetid MingMong' to me their beloved Mother who, quite frankly hasn't got time for all this illness malarkey. Sigh....
Is it me?...or are children getting more vacant and stupid and useless? Sorry, sorry and thrice sorry beautiful Sparkle, but have got to mention the outrageous display of fecklessness, fuckwitticism and general Blankety Blank nature of a wide section of this wonderful nation's future adult citizens...and I wasn't even in the 'country' where they shit under the trees! I am laughing now, for we are currently two glasses of wine down and my lovely chumster Queen Fairy Sparkles purchased me a very fine gin to make it better.....and it did! So I spent the day thinking: "Is this it? Am I a shit teacher now?" "Am I hearing myself speaking clear English...but is it actually coming out to these deadheads as some unfamiliar foreign tongue?" "WTF??????!!!!!! I don't wanna do this anymore!"
Got home, reflected, took on board all that Sparklydoodle had to say, had a bit of a think, considered the fact that a person I admire enormously, who has more teaching talent in her high heeled stomperific kinky boots than I could ever hope to have at my disposal (even if I channelled my inner Turbo B off of Snap, and Lord knows he had The Power) and is passionate in the extreme about raising the bar of achievement for these kids finds herself somewhat diminished in the Shimmyspangledangle department says it all. Modern kids (apart from my own, and any other nice ones I've come across) are nothing short of gormless. There I said it. I said it. I said it cos I can!
Can someone now please give me a skirt lifting, fun in a bun, satisfaction sho' 'nuff guaranteed joberoo of magical stupendousness...that pays well, isn't overly taxing in the old stress department, is socially beneficial and allows me to swan about with my bangin tunes on in the car making people's day become just a little bit brighter?!?! Sooner, rather than later...thanks that'd be awesome.
Until my ship rolls in.....I'll 'Suck it up Princess' and when the going gets tough...the tough will say to themselves: "Kerching!" and vow to try a little bit harder and not let my heart take up residence on my sleeve so much. Thanks Dapper Don...the emotional basket case side of me is all down to the Scouse genetics thank you ta very much like laaa!
I truly believe in life you should never go backwards, only forwards to uncharted territory. However, going back I am...let's see how we go eh? Must make note to self regarding practising what I preach...will get onto that little nugget ASAP. Thanks for supporting me and my mad world, me love you long time.
Soundtrack: Already said it, When the Going Gets Tough by Billy Ocean (Colour Scene) Enjoy!!!!!!! xxxxx

Paparazzi NZ Style......AKA: The Day Miss Katy Got Papped (Kinda...Not Really) x

Greetings Blogdedoodles...and how the Holy Hell are youse all? Fine and indeed dandy is the hope.
So, things are fun in a bun in my world, which is nice. Sadly, my two absolutely adorable and deliciously megarific Bodlets of Awesomeness are poorly sick in the extreme. This is sad, sad, sad. They have got some hideous, miserable viral bleurghfest going on and they both have no energy and look to all intents and purposes like they've been walloped by a pan (which I can assure you, they haven't!) Still, you can't let a bit of infant sickypoorlies stand in the way of the fact that it snowed where I live for the first time in about oh....17 years!!!!!!!
Onwards to some snow then and we pull up, get out of the car and who do we meet?................only a feckin reporter from the local rag! Honestly, you couldn't make it up could you? So, the oldest Bod (Drama Queen, camera lover and shameless poser who, at this point, is the more poorly of the two) packs a major sad because (a) the youngest Bod has completely tanned her arse with a handful of snow and (b) her gloves don't fit. The smallest Bod then goes on to enter into full on 'not lovin' this anymore' and begins to complain about being cold. So, seeing that yer man from the rag is a bit stuck as passers by are more than a little bit thin on the ground, I feel that, quite frankly it's my duty to frolick like a woman posessed. He needs a pic and a sound byte and who better than some enthusiastic random like myself to step in?!?  I was ridiculously excited to discover that yours truly and the youngest Bodleteer had not only made it into the rag, but the pic of us working our snow angel magic was only on the front page baby!!! Sure, if you've got it...they'll find you, hahahahaha. I astound myself sometimes with my shameless quest for fun and glory!
Alas, the snow melted rather quickly and so that'll be it for a while. At least I can say that I came....I saw....I got Papped. Aaah yes, it's not all about you Lady Gaga...but you'll definitely ding-dang-doo for the old Soundtrack. Oh and a bit of an old skool treat: Snow's Informer...just cos it's funny and no-one knows the lyrics without Googling it cos it's mad (but just to show my love for y'all and so as to not leave my darling Blogsters frustrated, I have posted this auditory pleasurefest WITH LYRICS!!!) and also cos yer man's called Snow and that's what this Post has been about....xxxxx

Fancy a Bit of the Good Life?....It's Free...Baby...x

Woohoo Blogbods! Here I am typing my random thoughts not at the crack of feckin dawn for once! It is just a quick one, I have a mini mo to share. Today, I have had one delicious Bodlet who is poorly sick and languishing in Nodsville (currently situated in parental bed of sizeable proportions, especially when you are a small person surrounded by a vital support network of various furry creatures and pillowy things) and one other delicious Bodlet busying themselves with Lego. I look at these infants, so very different from each other, yet so absolutely fabulously amazing and I think: Wow how lucky I am to be part of their lives. I see The Chief come home for lunch and smile as he tells me of all the crazy nonsense people he encounters and the mentalhead things that occur in his day. I talk to the Dapper Don Disco Daddy and feel the love across the miles. I talk shit to my friends both here and in different countries and find it so very cool that these Sparklebods are in my world.
My life is pretty cool actually, I live in the most acetastic place, firm, strong roots are on their way, I can sing, dance and be merry and what do you know?......the sun is here too! Happy Days my friends. So yes, I'm a Jelly Bus Rider, yes I'm a Stiffler's Mom and I'm currently rockin the left leg drag manoeuvre like a professional, I guess that's just how I'm rollin lately. Doom and gloom? Jog on Mother Hubbard! Life doesn't wait for an invitation to get up off it's ass and get busy.
So...Drum roll please............Soundtrack Time: I give you Janet and Luther, they're onto it Blogbods. The BEST Things in Life Are (Indeed) Free. They are magical and wonderful and soothe the soul, making you happy to the tippy top of your head, they are never ever material and thrive on the energy and love you give them. Well, go on then...since it's becoming a bit of a habit to provide more than one acetastic track for your auditory pleasure state, I will also give you Inner City. Aaaahhhh...takes me back Blogeroos. It's a feckin Good Life so enjoy, it's awesome what you've got so stop reading this and go tell someone and, don't forget y'all come back now y'hear? xx

YNWA x

Alright Blogsters? Here we go again......phew, the last one was a bit of a mind fuck wasn't it? Even I was slightly bewildered by what tumbled out of me, but better out than in as they say and guess what?.....I slept quite well after having channelled my inner Grimm brother. So.....
I am a happy and excited little Sparkle Mama today because....it is footy season again! Aaah yes my little Punky Brewsters despite dwelling amongst the egg chasers.....it is the beautiful game I love the best.
Now, if you're British, you'll know this already so you should probably just go make yourself a cup of tea or something, but for those who are not familiar, you do not ever, never (unless you're a useless, feckless, blatant knuckledragging glory following Manc) choose your team. Second and third teams, yes that's allowed (for me it's Barcelona) It is achieved by birthright, no choice. Me? I'm a Red, a Kopite. Anfield is my spiritual home....Liverpool L4. I am Christ alone knows how many generations Scouse and the Bodlets are obviously going to continue that tradition because that's part of who they are and where they come from.
As you probably guessed from the trainer buying debacle prior to my triumphant wander round the mountain in aid of Sparklydoodles, I am neither sporty, athletic or even remotely interested in participating in sporty/gamey shenanigans, never have been to be honest. I am however, completely ace in the place in the motivational, supportive "Go on my son"/"Get innnnnnnnnn!" big up your team kinda way.
I love my team because they are the best in the world, bar none. They have an immense history, undeniable success, integrity, humility, passion and pride. To be a Red is to belong to a community, a family, common ground, a link, a thread. There have been glorious highs (Istanbul for starters) and terrible, tragic lows (Hillsborough (JFT96) and Heysel) but there is one thing for sure, come what may you always believe in your team and never waver. It all sounds a tad religious, and to some folks (the lucky buggers who get to attend matches on a regular basis) I guess it kind of is. Stick your shabby arsed Theatre of Wet Dreams, Fortress Anfield is the Cathedral of Cool.
Human nature primes us to seek out like minded people, kindred spirits, folks who are on the same page. We have an inherent need to belong to something/someone. Football, like music, clothing labels and so on marks us out as either belonging to or not being part of specific sectors of society. This process occurs right from the first day of school when all you want to do is find someone you can belong to/fit with.
Liverpool Football Club is something I am quietly passionate about. I'm not a 'statnerd', I don't profess to have encyclopaedic knowledge of past teams, matches, score sheets, players, managers, positions, transfers and so on and so on. However, The Chief (God love him a fellow Red......it was definitely a tick in the right box, hahaha!) has an almost spectrum dwelling breadth of knowledge and footy trivia at his fingertips (another reason why I love him completely. :-) This Season just feels right. I don't know why...it just does. Maybe it's the Kenny factor, maybe it's the squad, maybe it's just that the time is now. But, much like with my Sparklyfandangos...you've just got to trust and believe.......YNWA JFT96
Onto the Soundtrack well naturally, it had to be the Liverpool Anthem. Listen to (and, because I'm so good to y'all) and read the lyrics. They are stirring and I can't listen to this song without the hairs on the back of my neck pricking up and my chest puffing out with pride. My team, my heritage. The second little nugget of aural stimulation is a very guilty pleasure I Bring you The Anfield Rap (Alright Aldo, sound as a pound) Thirdly....what a treat: our second song: The Fields of Anfield Road. No one else can sing like they can in The Kop, home or away. C'mon you Mighty Redmen! Tear it up......x

Eye Know .....Let's Party All Night...With a Fairytale Bedtime Story Twist....x

Greetings Blogheads and welcome to my world of phrase, I'm right up to bat. It's a Sparkly Age and you're about to walk top stage so wipe your Lotto's on the mat...........
Aaaahhh, a little bit of the old De La Soul for youse at almost 2 in the am. Feck...I thought this Jelly Bus ride was meant to tire me out! No such luck.....my poor addled brain can't switch off and I fear that I might be becoming borderline nocturnal! Seriously Chumsters...if I thought I could get away with it (and more to the point, if there was anywhere to go) it'd be on with the heels and onwards to a funky d floor, or just driving in my car, or just doing something.....anything but wrestling with not being able to sleep.
Once upon a time......in a land far, far away there was a buxom, raven haired maiden who skipped through life (although she always had a Masterplan) and was revered by all who knew her as being able to sleep at the drop of a hat on nowt more than a washing line. It used to right royally piss The Chief off no end that she could gather the sleep fairies around her on planes, in airports, on ferries....frankly anywhere involving modes of transport it would seem. Anyway, the buxom maiden lost her magnificent fun bags thanks to The Bodlets and the miraculous downsizing of the Maiden's overall body mass. Sigh.....bangin' baps Vs size 8 clobber and the banishment of the evil muffin top to the spooky forest where the bears live. Thank God the Elves and the Shoemaker diversified into lingerie eh? As well as this, unbeknown to the Maiden an unfortunate spell had been cast that made her wibbly and stiff, slightly bewildered (nothing overly surprising there as raven haired maiden really ought to have been made blonde...it would've saved so much time...) and self conscious. So she decided to visit a grand wizard who told her she had been sprinkled by lashings of glittery Sparklies that would be there forever. Well, that was a turn up eh? Sounds alright when you put it like that...so she took her Sparklies and decided that they would be rather useful in the niggly battle against the miserable bastards from Negativity Forest (they also tended to be joyless creatures, who were overwhelmingly in denial as to how fun sucking they were) These rather stench mired, foetid oafs only came to her in her imagination and did not have enough balls or swagger to have a sit down face to face intelligent chat, no, no, they would loom and lurk like filthy grus (Will you get a load of that now Mary, they sound like fecking Manc followers) Armed with the Power of Greyskull, Batfink's Shield of Steel and a kick ass basket of provisions for Grandma....the Maiden (who now appears to have a slight whiff of the old superhero vibe about her) shouted out an almighty feckin 'RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH' and shimmied in her delectable bright red 5" Bordello Teeze shoes of untold beauty and heavenly deliciousness (yet to be purchased, but you know....for the purpose of the story.....) all the way to the ball in the big shiny castle. She twirled effortlessly past the sad sack chick snoring away in the glass case thinking "I don't need a Prince to kiss me and wake me up.....I need the actual Prince (pintsized popstar of perfection) to turn out a funky groove and make me wanna tear it up mo fo!"
So that is exactly what she did....she dances because it's how she beats the blathering Mancs, she has energy to burn but as yet not the right channels to use it to good effect (ie she needs a stimulating job that lets her chat all day and be Sparkly Fabulous and doesn't involve a school or kindy cos she's kinda over that now) and she crosses her fingers, clicks her badass heels and hope that one day it really will be Happily Ever After....cos it kinda has to be.......
THE END
So that is why I need sleep my beautiful Blogbunnies....who needs this crazy shit rolling around eh? Someone tell me how to switch it off will ya? Answers on a postcard......Oh yeah, The Soundtrack found a gem so hit it Sean Kingston. An added treat for y'all is my Trio of Daisy Age Deliciousness, just so you get where the opening lines came from. Thanks again for dropping in and so......to sleepville.....yeah? xxxxxxx