Welcome Home......Life Is Sweet As Baby! x

Kia Ora to you Blogville Massive! Guess what?!? Fab tidings y'all for I (and the rest of my funky fly A Team) are officially members of the Mighty GodZone club! I am writing this with big, fat, soppy arse tears running down my face having just played the Dave Dobbyn track! This song represents exactly and succinctly much of what I adore about this fabulous country....sniff.....snuffle.....
I am proud to be British, don't get me wrong. Brits are ace. We are quirky, eccentric, comedy fodder. We are passionate (about football, beer and telly...probably in that order) It is difficult for others to make us a quality cup of tea. We like to queue and we dunk our biscuits without a care in the world. We are the world's worst nation for sunburn avoidance and we have chips with everything! I'm even more proud of my roots....Northern Soul is what I am (not in the musical sense) but when you're a heady mix of Scouse Northern Irish and Cumbrian, well it's pretty much a given that you'll have summat to spout about! Debatable whether or not anyone will listen, but you spout on anyway.....Where I come from, people speak their mind and are generally loyal and friendly. They do right by those who do right by them. I look at where I came from (geographically) with fondness, but as my old mucker Rakim says: "It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at."
Britain, for me is tired and old. A bit bewildered and it's had enough. It's got no new ideas and is apathetic...it can't really be bovvered. NZ, however is vibrant, exciting.....like an eager new puppy, it wants to please. It shows off what it's got because it's (so) fresh and (so) clean and energised. There's pride and passion and a work ethic here and people still tend to give a shit. These are all qualities I admire because that's how it ought to be and I have found a place along with my beautiful family, where I can put down strong and sturdy roots.
We took a risk, The Chief and I. We came out here with fire in our bellies and hope in our hearts that this was the right thing to do. We have never looked back and the gamble paid off. I still miss my family and friends back in Britain, but the world is much smaller now in communication terms. I also miss chips wi' vinegar, cold Christmases (hot ones are fab, but will always be a teeny bit wrong) Fanzone on Sky, big supermarkets. I miss the comedy, but there's also something kind of nice about hearing all the madass, crazy stuff that goes on around my family through letters, phonecalls and e-mails. (They should all be writers I reckon) We'd love, love, love to take our Bodlets to Anfield, but one day they might take themselves.
If you're thinking it Blogsters....do it! If you want it...go the fuck on and get it! Opportunities always come knocking (if you're receptive to them) Just now, I'm big time excited about a couple of things that have cropped up for me to try out for in my quest for a sparkly new work-related adventure.
Oooohh, the bag is shaking.....believe......a change is gonna come (Aaaah, beautiful, velvety, fabulous Otis. Top song, but it's not on the Soundtrack)
The Soundtrack comprises of The Don Dobbin...sniff...sob...oh no! Here we go again, lol. To finish, another joint from my fave NZ band Katchafire, which again sums up how I feel about this place.
Go on now Blogdedoodles.....do something fabulous, something shiny and new, challenge yourself or go harder to make what you already do more effective. Reach out to people.....make connections and network......it's not what you know, it's who you know. That's it Funksters...the biggest Bodlet is breathing down my neck because I'm needed for some Cartwheel Observation.......Mwahzicles....
PS: Yes I know I've completely missed Christmas....will correct that oversight tonight. Jingle on until then. xxxxxx

Shake It Like a Polaroid Picture...Whilst Simultaneously Napping (For a Really Long Time) in a Cave of Tranquility x

 
Greetings Blogchums! How are we this fine evening (or day, or night...depending on where you currently reside) Hopefully you are sparkling hard, cos this is how we do in this wee part of the world!
I am currently at a bit of a crossroads (no, no, no Bone, Thugs and Harmony are not there warbling on, neither is that beanie wearing weirdo Benny (target reference for the British audience) It is time my little pumpkins, to "Shake the Bag Up a Bit." I have spoken to you  beautiful people before about how the Sparklydoodles have altered my outlook on life. Amongst other things, I find that although I've always been a 'Plan Ahead' kinda chick and have learned to (kinda) slow down and live in the moment more, I'm finding increasingly that I am lacking in patience, whilst this doesn't spill over into lack of tolerance (yet and hopefully never) I can feel myself developing this sense of "Well, you're either with me on this ride or you're not." I admit that this has always been a character trait of mine, but I don't know....lately I am becoming very protective of my time and really don't want to be wasting it. Slight fucker in the ointment appears to be that age old battle between body and mind. I have so many ideas of where I want to be, things I want to achieve. There are all the points I need to prove (mostly to myself) but then of course, there's 'THE GREAT JENGA TOWER REBUILD AND REFURBISHMENT' which although it is currently ambling along in a kinda ok fashion....it's progressing nowhere near as fecking quickly as this impatient chick pea would like. Cue collective sigh.....but.....wait....no, no, NO!!!! We have to shake this feeling of bog dwelling lethargy and put on our Proactive Pants of Power and Performance because: Nobody is going to get this new job/career/calling of mine that I want really rather badly for me (people just don't roll like that) This frankly bolshy wankbasket of a wibblystiff arsebandit 'condition' that won't leave me alone is taking up far too much of my time and is becoming too loud a voice of interference in my daily Spangle Dangle Dance Party. (When even the immense powers of Lord Stevie of Wonderland cannot overcome it's annoying hum, then we know the fight is back on again. I have been running from Wibblerina (The Bolshy Mare) for ages and reckon I am now a bit puffed out.
So: I'm channelling my inner Sporty Spice and her high kicking, ass whooping, nut cracking ways will soon be mine (although ever the physical fuckwit, I naturally appear more like Po the feckin Panda, haha!) That and a new frock should do it!
Soundtrack: Double whammy for schizoid state of mind. Mumford and Sons The Cave (for my quest for a Nap of Immense Rejuvenation) This crazy ass foot stomping band of 1950's Bin Men were brought to my attention by none other that the seven year old 'Big Bodlet', nice work chick pea! And...as I emerge from the Bat(fink) Cave it will be to the resounding, triumphant sounds of Hey Ya!!! So go on now Shake It, Shake, Shake It, Shake It! xxxx

Just Call Me Eileen...Get It???...I Lean Hahaha!...Lean On Me My Beautiful Dollybirds. xx

Bing! Bong! Hi-de-Hi Blogbods....Wassssuuuuupppppp?!?! Here's hoping this veritable funfest of a post finds y'all in tippety tip top tastic form. As for me (myself and I) it's a veritable smorgasbord of fun stuff and a smattering of shite. Thankfully this is by no means in equal measure, the fun is still outweighing the shite, but I'm a borderline control freak with serious optimist tendencies and this is slightly bothersome. Ah well, will keep on 'Sparkling Hard', because that's how I roll.
There has been a drought in 'Mojoville' for over three weeks now. It is a mixture of things I reckon: still feckin tired, bar of choice is rapidly going down the dumper (wah, wah, waaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh) and other stuff meaning that my epic, world renowned, dancerific groovylicious moves that yer man Jagger can only hope to achieve have gone...poof......just like that. :-( Will they return? Why yes of course, and when they do it will be off the feckin chain my friends. When will it return? Hmmm I can't answer...I can't answer that (Bros reference?...anyone?....yeah you remember, I know you do!)
The thing that makes me completely not worry or stress about my current state of Stiffydoodles is that I have and I quote: THE BEST, MOST FANTABULOUS PAIR OF DISCO DANCERIFIC DOLLIES OF EPIC EXCELLENCE MONEY CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO BUY. In Blogville, I like to call them The Princess and The Ballerina. They are simply the kind of friends you want your kids to find. You know, those absolutely stellarific million dollar people who you know have got your back no matter what. The ones you can call at two in the morning to get you out of some shit situation and who you would expect to call you if the role were reversed. We laugh, we cry, we dance, we laugh again. How lucky am I?
So, this Saturday we were at 'The Bar of Choice' and were collectively up for a good old fashioned danceroo. I had been completely pantserific on my last outing with The Princess and needed a right royal pep talk in the car! Even Lord Stevie of Wonderland couldn't get my stiff little arms and legs to move. Bugger! So, with glasses half full, we tried again but again it was a bit on the old piss poor side. Stiffywoo and the Neon Sign of Impairment were kicking my ass. My Dollies of Deliciousness never ever wavered in their encouragement and despite the (feckless and charisma free) band playing in a fully bleurgh capacity and, get this.....they bastardised Blister in the Sun!!!! Ballerina-chops almost popped her collar! But, Hello Mary?!? What's this then?....an epiphany.....a moment.....a snippet of time where you just exist and relish what is occurring. Cue the Soundtrack.....Lean on Me (Club Nouveau version) Listen to the lyrics y'all, they represent what friendship is all about. Thanks for being my friend you guys and with glassy eyes and sniffs aplenty...just know that we now have a 'Soundtrack' of our own and I will always be a fully paid up member of 'Club Eileen' xxxxxxxxxxx