Big Sis.

When I was younger I used to share a room with my big sister.


Little girls idolise their big sisters, for the most part anyway and I don't think we were any exception - I used to love sharing a room with her, used to try on her clothes when she was out, play with her makeup, walk around in her shoes, read her diary. Yeah. That happened Sis. Sorry about that.


At night time, she occasionally used to make me sing her to sleep. Or we'd sit up talking and she'd tell me about what her wedding would be like (she'd been planning it since about age 6 I think...). We'd have some awesome sisterly chats about boys and once, on Valentines Day early on in my secondary school career, I was a bit miserable because I didn't get any cards. So she made one, signed "?" and sneaked it into my bag... Aaaaw. Lush.

Then there was the other side of our relationship.


All sisters bicker... But once, I sat on the top bunk and whacked her over the head with a recorder because she was being particularly irritating. I'm fairly certain she deserved it, although I can't entirely remember why. (This wasn't as bad as it could have been to be fair, our older brother Dave has been known to throw many things at her face, including a basketball, and a shoe. I think he once winded her by hitting a tennis ball at her) In fact, thinking about it, she must have been a bit of a prick at times for us to want to do these things to her... It couldn't have been anything about Dave and I needing anger management or something.


My absolute favourite example of how cunning my big sister can be is the game we used to play to tidy our bedroom. Here are the rules...

• She is the Fairy Queen.
• I am the Fairy Slave.
• She sits on the top bunk and gives orders.
• I obey the orders - and the outcome is that I unknowingly tidy the room.

She came up with that game all by herself. Sneaky cow. I was only little, and I fell for it... More than once come to think of it. She never had to tidy the room, and I DEFINITELY never got to be the Queen!


I won't hold it against her. I'm sure she's forgiven me for the bash over the head and various other things I've done to her. Hopefully. I'm sure there's more I can say about my sister... But to be honest, the only reason this blog post is about this is because I sat here and went 'Hmmm, what shall I write about?' and I was instructed to write about the Fairy Queen game.

And everyone knows, I wouldn't disobey an order from the Fairy Queen...

But I will post pictures of her on my blog.

 This is her normal face.

 She's classy.

 Possible she's just been propositioned.

 Self explanatory.

 Jessica Rabbit. Obviously.

 I don't know what that is on her face, but I have my suspicions.

Things that have made me smile today...

1. Mini-me goes to play at Nana and Grandads house while I'm at work, and today was a work day. The fact that she goes there makes me smile all by itself, she ALWAYS looks forward to it and I know that she is being looked after by my parents - who love her NEARLY as much as I do.

The second part of this that made me smile today was her demands on the way there in the car - 'Mummy, I want sausages, tomatoes and bacon for my breakfast'. Oh right. Okay then.

The third part is this conversation between my Dad and Mini-Me...

Dad: Moooooo

Mini-Me: Stop cowing!

Dad: Miaow!

Mini-Me: Stop catting!

Dad: Woof woof!

Mini-Me: Stop DOGGING!

Teehee.

2. A few weeks ago my lovely Hubster-to-be got really quite narky because he'd overheard a guy at work saying some unpleasant things about me (yes, we work together, no, it's not weird). He didn't say anything because he's professional, but he did tell me! This kind of thing doesn't bother me in the slightest - I figure everyone has a bitch and a moan at some point, and with the number of people I work with, at some point I'm BOUND to be the focus of their gripes... Anyway, today this dude actually admitted to my face that he'd said some things he wasn't proud of and apologised in a very awkward manner. It made me smile because I didn't really feel that it was necessary, but obviously he did, and I appreciate that a lot.

3. My new boss had literally NO idea what to make of me when I turned up with purple and blue dreadlocks today. That was quite entertaining.

4. I'm making Chili Con Carne for tea, yum. Although, I do have to do the washing up first... Not so yum.

5. I just sent my fella a picture of my boobies, while he is still at work. Shits and giggles... 

6. My bestie Shelley has made some quite frankly astounding looking cakes, and I'm hoping she might save me one.

7. I have hit over 1600 views now... Thankyou to everyone who has had a look. Please follow me, that would make me smile even HARDER. 

8, 9 & 10. Today I have signed up for The Institute of Copywriting's Copywriting Course! This is a VERY big deal for me. I'm not academic. I hated school. I hated homework. I dropped out of 6th form. And this is the first time in my life I've felt motivated enough to actually WANT to do something like this - and I really, really, really wanted it. It's going to make so much difference to me - I like to know what I'm on about you see, it's all very well doing an amateur blog, but I want to get PAID to write. It's so exciting to think that this time next year I could be working from home - hopefully earning some decent money. My long-term plan is to earn enough to put the Hubster through a course that he wants to do (considerably more expensive than this one) so that we can both do jobs that we enjoy, earn enough money to be comfortable and generally have a slightly simpler life. 

Being able to sign up to this course has only been made possible because a chick I don't know very well offered to help fund it with a loan. We've known each other some years, but I'd say we've never been particularly close friends, and at times have had our spats. She had no reason to want to help me out, other than a heart of gold and in her words 

'there's a lot of bastards in the world, someone has to balance them out.'

She has, for now, restored my faith in humankind, myself and my future. Even if for some reason the course doesn't pan out the way I want it to (it totally will though...) I will be grateful to her for just being good enough to give a shit. 

Pure Loveliness

Right, I'm a bit irate today for some reason (to be honest this happens fairly regularly at the moment...) Usually I would vent my frustrations with a bit of a rant about something or another, or have an argument with some poor unsuspecting victim, but today I have decided to try an entirely different approach to dealing with my rage. (As time goes on, if I continue the blog, you'll become familiar with my rage.)


Today, I am going to post a list of purely lovely things that make me happy.*


First off, is this.

Honestly, I don't think I've ever seen something this cute. It made me go all gooey and ridiculous.

The second thing that makes me happy is this...

Or any Edward Monkton actually, he is a bit of a genius.

Number Three...

Yes, I know we've established I like shoes. But I like sparkly things more, and if I owned these shoes I would sleep in them. Actually, putting them on my feet just seems disrespectful... I'll let them have my pillow. Not everyone's cup of tea but flippin' heck I love them.

Number four is this delightful specimen...

You're welcome ladies.

And five would be this.

Oh HI one of my favourite songs of all time. You cheer me up.

*I'd like to point out, there are a lot of other things that make me happy too. Like my man, Mini-Me, my family, my friends, the cats, driving my car, a million other types of shoes, all of the Edward Monkton pictures, looking at crazy wedding dresses, walking my parents dog a billion other bands and songs, Big Bang Theory, Banksy, Barbara Kruger, cocktails, dancing, festivals, gigs, moshpits, blogging, saying 'Grow some balls' and 'man the fuck up' when people are being pathetic... and so on and so forth. 


I actually do feel loads better now. It worked. Try it.