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
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
