In the run-up to my blog-o-versary here is my second blog gem. This is a post that I wrote as part of the A-Z Bloggers challenge earlier this year. It was early on so I hadn't run out of steam then... Dear Bottom, I feel that our relationship has changed of late. We used to be so good together. I knew that you had my back. But now, I feel like you are growing away from me. Slowly but surely. And as you grow from strength to strength I feel smaller in comparison. I feel like I am having to carry the weight of this burden. We weren’t always like this. Perhaps I ...
Zoopla! HuZZah! KerZang!…Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Ok, so sadly I am limping out of this challenge. It has done me in. I'm tired. I have nowt left to write about for a while. ESPECIALLY stuff beginning with Z. NOTHING begins with Z. Really. Nowt. Looking back on this challenge... I have rhymed until I could rhyme no more: c is for coffee, t is for tea. I have considered breaking a bone: x is for x-ray. I have ear-wigged: i is for inquisitive. I have stressed over body parts: b is for bottom. I have re-lived some old times, good and bad: p is for prodigy, g is for gecko, v is for valuable. I have made a bit ...
Y is for Yellow
And what a yellow... Sadly, not my yellow. ...
W is for…well it had to be really!
Please excuse me while I have a mummy moment... W is for my wonderful, wiggly, occasionally wicked but wondrous W. ...
V is for Valuable
Several years ago Mr B and I spent two years living in Cardiff, and later Bristol, but working weekends in Dublin. This basically involved flying over to Ireland every Friday afternoon and returning home in the early hours of Tuesday morning. We loved it. We loved the job, the people, our little Dublin flat, and also the fact that we had the rest of the week off together. However, sadly, one November we returned home on a Tuesday to our house in Bristol to discover we had been burgled. The really sad thing was that it also just happened to be Mr B’s birthday. In our absence some ...
T is for TEA
I need you in the morning, To stir me from my bed. I need you in the evening, Before I rest my head. I need you when I get to work, Or simply cannot start. I need you when I've had a shock, To calm my racing heart. I fear if there's a shortage, I simply will not cope. My friend, My rock, My daily fuel. My little mug of hope. I really need to stop writing odes to beverages. This is becoming a habit. ...
S is for ‘Saturday is Caption Day’: 21/04/12
It is the beginning of the weekend folks. Let's start with a giggle. Mammasaurus is on the loose and is looking for some caption-action so please leave me yours in the comments below. To check out the rest head on over to the marvellous Mammasaurus' via the magic button. And by some blogging miracle S coincided with Saturday, PHEW, so I am linking this up with the A-Z bloggers challenge. It is going up slightly earlier than planed though due to BlogCamp 2012. ...
#ISpy: I spy with my little eye something beginning with Q
*Shrieks* NOTHING begins with Q...except Quidditch. Perhaps I could take a photo of a Quidditch stick...if they were real....AAAAARRRGH! Why did I pick Q? *Tears hair out* Well, actually I know why. So that I could link this up with today's A-Z bloggers challenge which just happens today to be Q. It was SUPPOSED to make life easier. Dammit. This is all I've got folks but it is SOOOO easy. First one to link up can choose next week's letter...but DO NOT pick Z. Well, you can if you want to. If you managed to find ANYTHING beginning with Q please take a quick snap and linky on up ...
O is for Olfactory
I took W to the park earlier today and on passing a couple of gossiping girls I caught the unmistakeable whiff of Jean Paul Gaultier La Femme. I was instantly transported back to my sixteen year old self. Young, confident, vibrant and hopelessly in love with a wrong 'un. It was amazing the rush, and strength, of emotions and memories brought about by a simple quick smell of a perfume that I used to wear. It got me thinking. I guess we all relate certain smells with certain memories or feelings. Here are some of mine... Chanel No. 5, my wedding day. Tom Ford Leather, Mr ...
M is for Magpie
On entering the park with W today I spotted a lone magpie. I automatically saluted in order to try and counteract the superstition that the sight of one magpie will bring sorrow. "One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told." I am not sure where I picked up this particular superstition though it may have been my Dad as he spent my entire pregnancy updating me on the predicted sex of my baby according to the number of magpies he had spotted that day. I have also picked up a few others along the ...