Toot! Toot! All Aboard the Wibbly Bus. You've Got a Ticket to Ride Blogbod!
So, Come Play a While in My Sparkly Bubble of Merriment and Fabulocity! (With a Side Order of Young Onset PD) x
Well, hello Blogbaps...this snippet of my daily life is going to be short and to the point. No waffling on today Sir/Madam.
This is where we're at:
Have new drugs...to make the old ones more efficient. Good you say, and yes the toe curling, shin spazzing, calf muscle cock-ups and general stiffywoodledoodles have packed up and buggered off......
.....only to be replaced with a dry mouth, a tumkin that makes me look feckin pregnant and the eyesight of a mole....Bad Times :-(
Therefore I need to acquire some semblance of balance in my life. Enough old drugs to keep me focused (literally), retain the swift metabolism which rendered me svelte and delicious and leave me moist of mouth and enough newbies to tell the stiffy, draggy leg scenario and concrete boots that it's high time it got the memo to jog the fuck on. Hmmmm, they don't make it feckin easy huh?!?
Am actually getting more sleep though!!! Hurrah, long may that continue.
So "The Jenga Tower of Sparkly Splendour" is well and truly on the rise (complete with Penthouse Suite, spa pool and room a plenty for shoes, shoes, SHOES!!!!) Imma comin' back atcha with renewed vim, vigour and vitality Blogblods! So, with my new found "Ooooh yeah baby...it's on" vibe, I will skip off and prepare to slam it...dancefloor stylee with my Disco Dollies at the freakin' weekend. We'll be sho nuff getting into that funky assed groove!!! Apologies of the highest order to any American readers for writing in a somewhat Huggy Bear nature
Soundtrack Time: Depeche Mode (The Chief will be pleased!) and Madonna, who slams it!! Enjoy my darling Blogchums...enjoy.....xxxx
Getting a bit regular with these posts of late huh Blogsteroonies? Well, it is time to sort out where I'm at right now....
So, we now have different meds to go with the other meds I'm already chucking down my neck. These New Meds on the Block are meant to help make the first lot continue being efficient in keeping the Wibblywoodles in their box. So far, so good...It is of course an Empire State of Mind, so I am anticipating a soon to be acquired return of epic mojo. Better feckin had be! I've a reputation to uphold!!!
Love, love, love this pic! Look at her...the crazy ass maniac look in her eyes that screams "Yep, right now things could go either way." This is how I feel at times, but although the return of annoying and frustrating symptoms serve to remind me that there is this ticking time bomb inside of me, I am determined to put it all back in it's box and live for now. I then give myself a right royal kick up the arse and then all is again right with the world...hurrah!
I have chosen the Soundtrack as 'Motivation for the Nation.' It's Miss Alicia telling me I'm Superwoman and d'ya know what?..I just might be (with a supafly, boombastic ninja twist) I feel ready to get back in the game. I feel ready to grab life by the bollocks and I truly think that with such good people around me, I can't lose. All because I am......
SUPERWOMAN! (and Batfink, She-Ra and Penelope Pitstop) Let's kick some arse shall we?!?
xxxxx
So, here we are Blogpops, another one for you.....this is all about my latest trip to see......
NEUROBOY!!!!
My Neurotastic Doctor of Brainy Stuff is really awesome. He is always positive and I like going to see him. Unfortunately he doesn't provide fun stuff like lollipops, but he does reassure me that, although I'm still heading for Shit Creek, I'm not without a paddle or two.
He is pleased with my reaction to the meds I am currently on (Ropinirole) and has given me some other stuff to take (Benztrop?!?) This new addition to my overflowing pill box is meant to make the other stuff last longer..more bang for your buck as the Chief said. Here's hoping!!
I must admit, a lot of the stiffler feeling I was experiencing has gone away. Getting up and beginning the day is really much easier and I have even been dancing...more of that later.
So, even though it's a $250 (125 of yer luverleee British pounds) for a consultation that lasts about half an hour and demands a round trip of about two hours, I am a big pat on the back kinda girl and it is good to know from a professional that things are going well and, most importantly that things are moving slowly. Oh yeah baby, we're liking the sound of that! Onwards to the dancefloor...You asking? Cos I'm dancing!
Soundtrack is a treat, a blast from the past: Coldcut, featuring Yazz and the Plastic Population. Hope y'all like it! xx
Spent last weekend with our beloved friends N and G and brood.
The boys were busy doing 'manly hard work' of a construction type affair. There was a particularly beautiful suedette tool belt on display.
Went out with N and had a ball firstly karaoke, then on to a bar for dancing......guess what? it worked!!!!! Mojotastic Mammasita was fully on it. It was the most bizarre thing, we were on fire! I had an absolute ball and can't really explain why....
Was it change of scenery? A different friend? No real expectations? I don't know my beautiful Blogbaps. Personally I put it down to Fake It To Make It A fabulous mantra that really works (most of the time) It can be quite tiring, keeping up the facade of "Oh everything's marvellous daaarling! Still, I firmly believe that if you do indeed follow the whole 'Fake it Till You Make it' kinda thing, sooner or later you believe your own hype and it soon becomes a habit.
The difficulty comes when the faking becomes tiring, people find that difficult . I wonder how many of you who are buoyant and vibrant and full of fabulocity find that friends and acquaintances tend to run for the hills as soon as the wheels start to come off. I have recently experienced this, and it makes me sad because I try really hard to be there for my friends. Simply because everyone has their problems and tribulations to get through. That is why 'Team Sparkle' is vital to me because they see the shitstorm coming (often before I do) and they help me through, I guess because they know the good times are pretty sparkly-fabulous. However, if your name's not down you're not coming in, hahaha.
I am finding that I am intent on travelling at maximum speed, that I become impatient far quicker that I used to and that I'm only allowing myself to focus on the now.
Anyone else (PD peeps or you normalheads) reading this and feel the same? I dunno, I'm feeling a wee bit battle weary still and The Chief was right, a few of 'em won't be around for the bad times. Thankfully. I have Team Sparkle in my bubble so how can I lose?
Soundtrack: A fab NZ band with a song that sounds like how where I'm at. I'm ready to rise up and get back in the saddle and cause a revolution! You in? Hope so! xx
Hello there Blogbods! Haven't been posting for a while, for a number of reasons. Therefore some of the stuff I'm putting out there into Blogtown is out of synch with the dates of publishing. Sorry but you know how it is.....
Firstly, I have been a busy bunny working and generally having fun.
I have been attempting to raise the bar in the quest for Domestic Goddess status (still a work in progress) whilst feeling like I'm trying to prevent the plethora of plates I'm busy spinning from crashing down around me.
The Stiffydeedoodles have been feckin bothering me heaps. I have brought the term 'Everyday I'm Shuffling' to a whole new level. Sometimes when I'm shuffling I gather up so much momentum that it's hard to stop. I look like some demented foal that's just been born and I just waddle around hoping that I don't bump into anything or generate so much friction between my feet and the carpet that I ignite and self combust! Imagine explaining that to the insurance company!!! Strangely, once I'm driving, or in actual fact when I do pretty much anything in public, my shuffling goes away! Wtf huh? That's professional mind over matter right there!
The only other place where power of the mind type shenanigans fail to come out is when I'm dancing. Whereas before, being in the spotlight was something I loved, now I find that it freaks me out. Probably to do with that neon sign again.
I recently ended up having a couple of girlie whirly meltdowns, just about the frustration of it all. It is hard to describe to people what it feels like when you hear a great song and your mind tells you "Go dance my little funk fairy" but the body lets out an emphatic "Feck off, not in these boots that are fashioned in concrete, no chance, there's nothin down for ya."
See? This is what it feels like I'm wearing on my feet when the Stiffmeister comes calling. They're nowhere near being anything remotely delicious and feminine and crazy, sexy, cool...they are concrete boots of lumpy clumpy shitflop rubbish and they make me cry. Yep, yours truly gave in to frustration and cried in the middle of a feckin bar. It wasn't a full on roaring session mind. Just a friend gave me a hug and I couldn't help it.
As I so often say, it's as much of a mental battle (if not more) than a physical issue for me. I think that when I get my dancing mojo back (and I am fully confident that I will) they'll be crying out in wonder at the funky fly shapes dropped by leetle old moi.
Although I fully 100% totally and utterly believe and stand by my mantra of "Fake it to Make It", feck-a-ding-dang-doo, it kinda takes it's toll, that's for sure! I've talked to you darlings before about how we PD Party People will do pretty much anything to make it look like we are 'normal', and it is fully pantsorific when the mask slips as it inevitably does and people see what's really going on. Luckily I have my beloved Team Sparkle in my corner who keep me focussed on the task ahead which is getting on with life and never ever succumbing to this bolshy mare and letting her beat me.
I am off to see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz (AKA Neuroboy) soon, so am hoping he can flick me a script for new drugs that can get me back on my perch. Will tell all in the next post.
Until then my stupendous Blogbods, I will leave you with a most awesome soundtrack. It is a completely cock on collaboration by my very best, most favourite group when I was at school: De La Soul and a funkylicious diva extraordinaire (who incidentally was the inspiration behind the name of me and The Chief's first dog) Chaka Khan.
It ain't all good at the minute.....but it will be...you'll see! Keep the funk fires burning Blogheads!!! xxxx
Oh Blogbods...beautiful, marvellous wee darlings of splendiferousness the lot of you. Twice in two days huh?... after a posting drought so bad even the WHO (Should probably clarify that I'm referring to The World Health Organisation in this instance, and not auld Daltrey et al) were getting fretful!
As per my last post, I have been tied up in knots lately trying to listen out to the individual sounds that together make up the constant noise in my head. Here's where we're at y'all:
(1) The Drugs Don't Work...They Just Make You Worse......Aaah, Shite
Yep, it's kinda getting to that point, where the Meds of Epic Pretence from Smokescreen City have done all they can for me. My Bolshy Mare is getting to thinking that she's invited to my partaaaay and it would appear that I'm currently employing below par door security who are letting her in. Whatever happened to "Yer name's not down yer not comin' in?" So, time to shake up the bag...get rid of all that's wrong and stomp on in the direction of Good Times (whilst wearing fabulous heels, naturellement) As a result of serious soul searching and the beautiful, wise and amazing people I have in my life offering both a listening ear and total honesty, I've reached the conclusion that me and MedsMan have come to the end of the road. It has been a beautiful relationship...we've laughed, we've frolicked, we've enjoyed so many amazing experiences, we've had that connection that meant we'd even forgotten the bumps in the ride we're on even exist! We've feckin bossed the d floor for real, but now it feels like I'm asking Meds for more than he can give me. It's become that relationship when one party (i.e. me) is investing heaps more time, energy and head space into the partnership than the other one (i.e. MedsMan) who recognises the fork in the road.So, it turns into that age old Fight or Flight scenario.
You should all know me well enough by now to know that I'm a stubborn mare and I will Fight For My Right to Party with all the strength I have, but I am also a realist and know that change can be good so.....it's an email to NeuroBoy and let's see where the ride takes us next. I've marked the township of 'Winning Ways and Unabashed Good Times' down on the map! Onwards!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(2) This Feckin Blog is Proper Doing My Tits In!
Awww, don't be fretting, it's not you...it's me! I love this blog, with all my heart and I believe in it completely. My problems stem from being a pat on the back kinda chick... I'm much more of a bouncy, eager, in yer face puppy than a cool, distant, aloof cat, assuming that makes any sense. In short.....I know I've got to keep it real and that, ultimately, this is a vehicle for my own ramblings. However, I am, and always will be someone who will try to help, comfort, heal or empower others if ever I can. That's just how I roll.
So, What Becomes of 76 Sparkles? I feel the future is two fold and this is where you Blogbuns come in. I have questions galore...like Who are you? Do you check in regularly? If you do....what the feck motivates you to do so? Is it the PD stuff, or the Twinkly, Sparkly stuff? A writer (should) know their audience, but in the world of Bloggage, I guess it's different huh? I suppose I just want to get to know you better....c'mon over.....let's chat....I'll bring chocolate! Help me make some sense of what this is and where we go from here. The vision is of 76 Sparkles being a Community of Cool, a Mecca of Merriment, an Information Station Across the Nation(s) a Funfest, a Glitterific Gathering of Good Times and Greatness......you feel me?
Yeah...I think we're about ready for the Soundtrack.....First up: a treat of a find....Michael Kiwanuka or The New Otis as I like to call him. He sounds like honey and feels like a comfortable blanket and he makes me smile a wide, wide contented smile. Flip reverse to the Wannabe Scousers (well it looks like they're in shell suits to me!) or the treat that is BVSMP. A retro delight. Either way...Imma need some love y'all....and feedback..........now we out. x
Howdy Doody y'all. How are youse? I completely hope that you are tippety toppety terrific in every way.
As for moi?.....I am frustrated in major dollops Blogballs.....and the reasons are these:
The makeover of my faborific blog (yep, this one right here) is becoming like a fecking trial or something. You see, what began as a method to empty my head of all that is crazy and bewildering, thus affording peace and quiet for a while, swiftly became something folks actually read and in some instances, even commented on! Wtf?!?....I know, who would've thought huh? Things have seriously changed in Sparkle Land because this 76 Sparkles lark is no longer my personal online diary. I really want it to be useful and serve a purpose outside of my own jibberings and I'm aware that I haven't posted anything new for ages. I'm struggling with content versus aesthetics if the truth be told. 76 is not how I want it to be by any stretch of the imagination, but the image
I have in my head is getting ever closer, so keep looking me up.....the train is still comin'.....and the diesel's sho nuff still hummin and well, if
nothing else there'll be always be tunes huh?
Short n sweet today chick peas...just like me haha :-)
Soundtrack: James Born of Frustration. Wicked band of my youth, impression tarnished forever by freaky dream about lead singer dossing in a pissy old tenement stairwell in nothing but a pair of red speedos (shudder) Off to seek cognitive therapy ASAP......xxxxxx
Blogbods of Absolute Deliciousness! It is I...Leclerc! Just updating your asses (not in the donkey sense, you understand) as to the status of my Beautiful, Bouncing Blog Baby and her cheeky wee revamp. Yeaaahhh Boiiii...it's on. Things are being tweaked and fiddled with and soon, my darling Blogpots.......soon we will be 'Doin' It and Doin' It and Doin' It Well' all over the place, believe!
So, I have had another ramble around the Blogging Mountain and have got another mighty fine thing-a-ling-a-ding-dong for you to read, share and interact with. And it goes a little something like this:
Dunno quite what the old Mountain/Road Biking boxydoodle is all about. I think you funky monkeys all know by now that, well I just wouldn't would I? It is a compelling read, so tuck in y'all. Soundtrack: Aaah, yes an absolute feckin treat today Peeperoos. The Rev Al Green (beyond fabulous...dodgy hanky though....) Have been waiting a long, long time for this little jewel to appear. So here it is. Get ready people....The Sparkle Train is about to arrive at Platform 76 (see what I did there?) Oh arse...it's Panhandle on the tannoy....... ;-) Now we out....missing you already....... x
Greetings Blogbuckets! Just a quickie to empty my mind regarding the impending metamorphosis of 76 Sparkles....and blatantly get a track from my beloved Otis in too...........
I am keen to get up and running with this new direction Miss Sparkles (for it is her desire) wishes to take as she ventures out into a brave new world to kick some Blogging arse (in heels and a tiara, naturally)
The vision is thus: 76 Sparkles equates to two very important messages or themes that are crucial in my world. These being (a) a message of absolute positivity, motivation and forward thinking. Dictionary definition: toeffervesce,aswine, tobebrilliant,lively,orvivacious. We like that don't we?
Just as importantly though is the message of (b) Sparkles = Sparklies = Parkinson's. Like I've said numerous times to you, this ticket of mine on this headfuck ride is free membership, lifelong entry so I'd best make it work for me somehow and, such is my nature...whilst I'm at it I'd like to make it useful to someone else in the process.
I am a writer, that much I have learned during this process so far. This is how I get my version of Po the Panda's Inner Peace (this and the joy of music and dancing, of course...) so here I am at my Crossroads (Bone Thugs n Harmony....just feck off!!! It's not about you!!!!!) and my vision is looking good. All I need is five more feckin hours in my day to achieve it! Stick with me Blogbunnies....hopefully you'll like the changes...it's been a long time comin....but I know a change is gonna come. Believe.
Soundtrack: Mr Honey Himself......Go on now Otis man, that first note you kill it right there....
Woohoo Blogsters.....Here's my cool as new blog post for the Funkydoodles at Destination Great Lake Taupo: Check it out, love it completely, shamelessly share it, pass it on to everyone you know (and even those you don't) It would be rather nice if you could get old Ellen to notice it....I'd quite like to meet her and be on her show, hahahahaha!
Since we're sharing and caring I thought it only apt for the Soundtrack to be: those fellas from Musical Youth Pass the Dutchie and while yer at it Mary...go on and pass on the blog post as well. xxx
Happy New Year Blogheads!!!! Here I am...fashionably late as usual....Wherever you are and whatever you've been doing, I hereby declare that 2012 is going to be A Whopper, A Funfest, A Ring-Ding-Dong.....Ring-A-Ding-Ding-Ding-Dong Feast of Delectation and Unabashed Awesomeness. There, I have put in my request for you guys, so obviously a completely magnificent year will now be yours to savour and enjoy. Yey, that's that done. Phew....
Now for the apology bit.....I am officially, what I like to call 'A Slack Alice.' I have not been hopping on the Blog Train anywhere near as often as I would've liked. Firstly, well there's been the whole "Happy Birthday Jesus" thing going on, and then my quest for Literary stardom has been on my mind. Jaysus, Blogpals....it's been nothing short of all go here at The Towers.
I have to say my Blogtastic Followers of Fabulousness, I am ready to shake the bag up in a major way in so far as 76 Sparkles is concerned and I would be eternally grateful (in a completely loving you for ever and ever and ever Amen sort of fashion) for any input you guys can give me. More of this later.......
Initially, this little Blog Baby of mine was meant to be nothing more than an outlet for the crazy meanderings of my bewildered mind. It soon popped on it's positivity pants and took on the role of being something motivational and uplifting to anyone reading it. Then came the post that dealt with THE OUTING......THE COMING OUT OF THE CLOSET EPISODE. AKA THE ADMISSION OF WIBBLY, STIFFTASTIC NEURODRAMA.
Like I've said before, that post was massive for me, and very powerful because it meant there was no going back...ever. It freaked me out no end for a while but ultimately, I'm so glad I did it. Once that bad boy of an episode was done and dusted, I guess I was at a crossroads of sorts (No..not you this time either Bone, Thugs n Harmony...go on now make a decision already and just feckin choose a direction?!?) trying to figure out what my beloved 76 Sparkles was to be.
It still amazes me that you delicious Blogbuckets check in. Currently, as I write this, my 'Man Who Can' in Statsville says we're on: Drumroll please........2,697 views!!!!! Holy Feck-a-Ding-Dang-Doo that fully rocks and makes me unbelievably happy right up to the tippy top of my head.
So......I might be an intermittent Blogdropper for a bit as I'm looking to overhaul this beautiful, sparkly friend of mine by making her spread her glittery gorgeousness even further, whilst also figuring out where I want to take her next. If I'm going to have this Sparkly ticket on the Bus to Wibblyville (and really, I've pretty much got my head around that fact) then I'm absolutely passionate and adamant that it has got to be here both in my world and that of my Perkylicious Posse of Peculiar and Precious Peeps, for some positive and constructive outcome.
That means that this week, I will be mostly having a big think......dangerous huh? I have a rough idea about what I want 76 Sparkles to look and sound like, what it is exactly that my little darling is going to offer and how it can be a significant influence to any Sparklepop who reads it.
For those of you who have just checked in recently and are new to my crazy bubble, please come and call for me again...I'll be at the usual address and will be all revved up and ready to play. To those cupcakes of utter loveliness, who have been with me from the start......well, it's gonna get bigger, bolder, brighter and better and will burst out at you like a firework on speed mother funksters. Thanks for sharing the ride so far, but we ain't done yet!!!...believe!
To everyone, I give you......The Soundtrack. An absolutely feckin banging tune by Paul Oakenfold. Have chosen one with the lyrics because they resonate fully with where my head's at. C'mon....let's dance all night to this DJ y'all! xx
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
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
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
Hello Blogerooneys one and all......I'm still here! Have you missed me? I have been thinking about posting for some time but have either (a) not had much of any merit to share, (b) been too busy that by the time I get round to thoughts of blogging, they rapidly turn into thoughts of procrastination (an evil curse) which inevitably then leads me on to (c) "Ahh, feck it...we'll go on to bed will we?"
Here are some conclusions I have come to during my absence: I Need a Change of Direction. My current career path is no longer 'lifting my skirts' and motions are being gone through, even though there are colleagues of spectacular funkdom who make it a bit more fun. Onwards to new and exciting frolicks of epic fabulocity it is then (and hefty wage packets, hahaha!) Watch this space Funkeroos....plotting, scheming, planning, it's all kicking off! I Am Feckin Tired Out. Yes, I know..I know...the power of ten tigers and all that but sadly Blogbods my Batfink/She-Ra/PPness has upped and buggered off. I am before you now in possession of a tank with a piss poor puddle of mojo. This my friends, is not good. Not good in the slightest and I'm not chuffed. Turns out (as pointed out by the beautiful, wise and wonderful Lady Miss P of the Palace) I have been doing shitloads and travelling at mentalhead, breakneck speed. Buying houses (well, one) working hard (this has got to be said in a Scouse accent...) the epic 'Wander Round the Mountain', thinking that sleep is for the weak, and generally I guess not treating my body like a temple................sigh.......So, it's early(ish) nights and laying off the fast forward button and living life like my ass is on fire....'cos it's not! Imma Gonna Make Like Arnie (In an "I'll Be Back" Kinda Way) Yeeeaahhh Boiiiiii! Gotta regroup peeps, there's stuff to be doing and fun to be had. Is that the Jenga Bus? Pull over baby, I'm on this ride! The Chief is Fabness on a Spangledangle Stick and I Love Him Completely! This is not a new conclusion, but thought I'd add it just because, quite frankly, I'd be right royally fecked without him.
My life as it is now, will be full of ups and downs...that's that. But I'll be celebrating the highs with streamers of perkyliciousness and pissing on the parade of the miserable bastards of Lowtown. Thank God I've got my Crack Team of Funksters along for the ride.
Soundtrack: Ronan and some randoms...Enjoy! x
Whoop-de-ding-dang-doo Mother Funksters! Mama Sparklepops is fully in her 'Happy Place' and my Bubble of Fabulocity is well and truly rising up (in an Eye of the Tiger kinda way) and I am lovin' it!
Yesterday I went to see Neuroboy for a touching base kinda deal. I hadn't seen him in over a year and, although I know I've been doing well, but it's always useful to have the resident expert smiling from ear to ear about the progress I'm making. Everyone wants to know that 'Everything's Gonna Be Alright.' Sure it's going to get rocky on my journey from time to time, but me and my Kick Ass Support Crew are totally up for the job...we've got it in the bag. For now the extra little pink pill he's prescribed is hopefully, all I'm going to need to keep on keepin' on in the way that I want. Blogbods, that Jenga Tower of mine is getting bigger and taller every day and the foundations on which it's built are stronger than they were before. The cherry on the top of my chatteroo with Neuroboy was the fact that he said "You can hardly tell." Holy Moley Blogsters...those were golden words to me! See? When you 'Fake It to Make It', you believe what you're telling yourself and confidence in yourself grows and grows.
So: it's Batfink/She-Ra/Penelope Pitstop all the feckin' way my friends.....my inner kid is going to have more fun than ever before. I will continue to live and love as hard and passionately as ever before so: 'C'mon you Sparkly Auld Bugger....back in yer box cos I'm gonna bust yo ass if you come round here again!"
Bob is going to tell it and it's sooooo sweet listening to this song when the shit has hit your fan, but your fan has survived. All Hail the Mighty Fan, and All Hail the Mighty Bob of Marleyville. Soundtrack: Three Little Birds. Hope they come and visit you sometime. xxxxxx
Hey Blogeroos, Here I Am...Signed, Sealed, Delivered....I'm Yours! Hurrah! Now how are you all? Tippety-Tip-Top-Toptastically-Terrific, is what I'm hoping you'll say.......me too!
I have been out at the coalface today (for when I am not being Batfink/She-Ra/Penelope Pitstop) I am to be found hanging not with Mr Cooper (target audience TV reference) but with some of the most randomly eclectic, funny and quite frankly amazing kids ever in my WonderWoman-like alter ego of 'Teacher of Small People.'
I know I have made mention of this before so sorry for repetition, but whilst hanging with these funkiest of monkeys, it dawned on me: "When exactly do we grow up?" I don't mean the whole marriage, children, responsibility, job, mortgage, parents getting older etc etc. I mean like when do we lose the thrill of challenging ourselves, why don't we do stuff 'just cos it's fun' anymore?
Today I bore witness to the following gems that really made me think: A child finding a worm, and seriously acting like she'd found a feckin big as nugget of gold, another kid risking life and limb on top of high monkey bars trying to touch the clouds, two kids in high heels (one running, v competently I might add...much respect) dressed up to the nines because they were off to a wedding and, of course investigating the countless ways in which a big, fat cardboard box can be fun.
I was really grateful for today, because my enthusiasm for working in education has been waning. I seem to be around the small people all the time and too much of the same thing begins to lose it's sparkle after a while (and that would never do, would it?) Whilst the quest is still firmly on for a new gig of 'skirt lifting proportions', I do think today has made me reflect on the opportunities I afford my own Bodlets and how I am going to work harder to reconnect with my inner kid more. Why worry and overcomplicate life? I know there's always responsibility and duty, but feck it, can we not have a laugh whilst we're at it and sprinkle a bit of challenge and wonderment too?
So, I'm going to ask you to channel your inner five year old and share some ideas of how to have a kid experience......I'm thinking of nicking the Bodlet's scooter and ripping off down the street emitting a rip roaring, resounding 'WOOHOOOOOOOOO Mother Fuckers!' whilst wearing a cape and tiara. Oooh, and I could also locate a massive hill to roll down. What are you going to do?....
Soundtrack: A cracker from (strangely enough...back in the day) It's the Lesser Spotted Ahmad. Not often seen or heard of, but still a treat! xx
So Blogbods.....it's been a while since I last posted. What have you megatastic boys and girls been up to? I fully hope that you have all been spreading the Sparkles with reckless and joyful abandon! Hahaha...well, as long as it's on your 'to-do list!'
Right then, what's been going on? Tonnes of stuff......crazy ass shit that I'm sure you've come to expect if this cyber litter finds it's way into your day on a semi-regular basis. Ha, well there have been a few questions to ponder, such as: "How can I get this, frankly 'totally bangin beyond belief' new dress that I bought online to look right, what with it's awkward waisty bit and funny belt?" "Why am I so completely 'special' when it comes to reversing down my new driveway?" and "Shorts or jeans?.....shorts or jeans?" (Shorts inevitably won and were surprisingly comfortable to dance in, which is nice)
The Big Question though, has been this one: "Is It Ever a Good Thing to Return to a Situation You Have Left?" I am actually pondering this pearler after the event to be honest. Returning is a done deal...it's happening because it has to. $$$$$$$ "Kerching" and $$$$$$ is the order of the day. In a head/heart scenario I am almost always a follow my heart kinda chick. I trust my intuition about people and situations and rarely am I wrong. Often, I can't put my finger on what's good or bad, I just get a feeling. Not in a witchypoo/gin addled dodgy auld gyppo way, just a notion that pops into my consciousness that I have come to trust and believe in and there we have it. I'm returning to a situation where my initial unravelling began. A place which I associate with pressure and stress, somewhere that's not 'sparkly shiny'.....and where my stiffness and shakeydoodles try their hardest to come out to play. I have always been a 'Push On' person never looking backwards only ever forwards onto the next thing, but now it's all about the U Turn (ooooh...love that song.....and vid...and dance moves) To quote a friend of mine I'm gonna have to 'Suck it up Princess' and hey, if it doesn't kill me it'll make me stronger, right? The prospect of going there again rendered me officially freaked out earlier this week and I ended up having a teeny weeny tiny meltdown....sigh....All Hail my Regal Princess of The Palace, who came to the Towers at the speed of light and picked me up so I could regain my 'Powers of Immense Sparkledom'. I love you for everything, you are a stellar chick!
I reckon I'm going to have to make like my old friend Batfink. My bubble will not be burst! "Their bullets cannot harm me, my wings are like a shield of steel!" or in other words: Sparkle! Sparkle! Sparkle! Fashion and Bling are going to be my weapons of choice. I'll keep you posted....
In Other News: Made a new friend...someone who's travelled some of the same paths as me. She will offer a different perspective and hopefully together we can lighten her load. Those shoulders have held too much, too long! Had a complete and utter 'feck-a-ding-dang-doo-tastic' danceroo where it was well and truly taken to the street! Was made (not entirely against my will) to dance in front of Bodlet 1's entire Drama Class, and have just been keepin' on keepin' on. What else is there?
Off to see Neuroboy towards the end of this month. Will lay all cards on the table...(even the ones I don't really want to share cos they might mean icky news) but rest assured Blogsters I will be slammin' it whatever the outcome. Thanks for checking in.......love, love, love that you do! Am v intrigued in interest from the Ukraine by the way....don't know much about your country. Maybe you might like to tell me what's good in your Ukraine hood!!!! Latvia has joined the party too..."Look at this will ye Mary...it's like the feckin Eurovision Song Contest here in Blogville...Woohoo! All Aboard! The more the merrier, come one, come all!
Soundtrack?....Average White Band on yo asses, but...check out the stellar dancerific remix y'all Aah, go on now....Let's Go Round Again (sure it'll pay the mortgage, lol) Also, my main man Usher U-Turning for all he's worth! Ciao Blogsters....we out! 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
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
