Happy 10th birthday princess.

This post is a little bit late but I can not let a week past without mentioning her.
Domino may, you have turned 10 and I can't believe I have had you half of my life.
Iv spent more time with you than I have without you and you have provided me with company throughout many tough times, you listened and didn't response as I cried all over you or laughed down your tiny ears. Your cuddles are priceless, your entertainment and smiles even more so. You are a little poser, a loveable little poser and you are far more to me than I ever thought a cat could possibly be. Here is to another 10 years my girl x

Happy birthday Ricky,
I hope you have a blast,
Spare a moment to read this poem. as I talk about our past.

You were aged just four when I was born,
I knew that instantly you were far from the norm,
In our red tikes car you'd push me & sound a horn,
As i followed your lead i knew you were of special Form,
Playing cricket on the grass till our clothes got torn,
You stood by my pram & to the world you scorn,
Dont touch my sister you'd warn.

You'd wash me in the sink that was my bath,
Assigned to me for life I knew we would have a laugh,
Although that yellow string vest was naff,
You have the role of sibling down to a craft,
Threw tricky water we will always share one raft.

Whatever you need you can always twist my arm,
How could i resist a noob with charm,
In our little red shed we'd play in the calm,
Uke you'd call repeatedly like an alarm.
For 20 years you sheltered me from harm.

As life gets tough your struggle it might,
it will always also be my fight,
For being your sister means ill always answer your plight.
Ill fight your corner till the very end,
We have a unique bond, a special blend,
Even if you break everything i lend,
Like dinner with mamma every weekend,
Hours with you are amongst the best ill Spend,
I have a brother therefore I will always have a friend.

You'd hold my hand when I cry,
if I was in trouble, you'd help me lie,
Being your target practise hurt oh my,
I had you to annoy how lucky was I,
We grew up in the blink of an eye,
I had the best man to help those years go by.

Holidays digging on the beach and in the sea,
Christmas mornings sat side by side in glee,
It's been a joy watching you grown into all you currently be,
If I could have picked a bro in 1993, i'd still have picked you Ricky lee,
Thank you for looking after me.

We share the same blood but its the memories that are our glue,
Your hard work at times that's true,
but i treasure you older sibling and everything we do,
On our own we wouldn't have a clue,
but side by side we will always get Through,
The highlight of my childhood was you.

February 2013

So its not undocumented that 2012 was crap. Rubbish, Nasty. I never thought it would end but as they say, 'life goes on'..Well it really honestly does.

February was long awaited, fabulous February, a new month. My respite from 2012 and the start of a brilliant 2013, it hasn't let me down yet, Ten days in and I'm having a blast..

Sunday (03.02.13)

 Was the mothers birthday and although i only saw her for an hour the whole day it went as well as it possibly could. I brought her some flowers and wish i kept them for myself. Beautiful!

Monday (04.02.13)

I found myself back at crafty college with the crazy chicks and some of the the 3C's gang. Claire has been teasing me with her set of shoe stamps for months but she finally let us use them, I adore them! 

We laughed, we chatted and we ate cake. We did make stuff, honest we did but it was mainly laughing..



Tuesday (05.02.13)

I spend the day in town picking up photos and pretty things for upcoming birthdays. I also purchased a new dress and then got lost looking for the bus stop. Yes i have lived here 16 years but it just moved without any direction to its temporary new home - Rude.

I did my deed of the day by helping two old men with bus fair though, so i hope you were watching Jesus above!

Wednesday (06.02.13)

In a pre birthday, birthday I took my brother and daddy out for dinner.

Lots of  laughing was done and did you know you can buy a 32oz steak? I mean..seriously?

I then made a birthday cake and sang my little lungs out.

Not bad for my first attempt, What do you think?

Thursday (07.02.13)

After a few days of loveliness real life did kick in again when i had to tidy the house and go food shopping.

I did get cheered up by a visit from my favourite pooch though!

Friday (08.02.13)

I was back at college for my second art journal class. I do moan a bit and get frustrated when i lack inspiration but i am getting in to it. I am looking forward to seeing the end result which is a long way off yet so plenty of time for Claire to turn me into a pro...

Sherwood was snow free and Christmas tree this week but a man got killed by literally losing his head when he got ran over by a lorry. Sounds vile right? it was..

Saturday (09.02.13)

Yesterday i went to the theatre with two of the best chicks on the planet. Miss.Anti bacon Cherise and Mrs. Queenie Claire. We went to see Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo and after changing seats, getting put next to a moody women, someone reading a newspaper and a boy wearing a moustache, we had a brilliant time. Stopping half way through for ice cream, obviously.

(Photo by the lovely Queenie)

Well, that's all for now folks. I'm off for some R & R ready for my 7am alarm, Back to the mad house.. I mean college tomorrow :)

No comfort here

The world will spin and ill commit a sin,
But you'll get no comfort here.
The sharks will bite and they'll curse something's not right,
But you'll get no comfort here.
A man will die and from my heart ill cry,
But you'll get no comfort here.
All our ears will ring till those birds they cease to sing,
But you'll get no comfort here.
Ill carry that mop to the highest tree top,
But you'll get no comfort here.
My wounds will reopen and get checked by a locum,
But you'll get no comfort here.
Even if you stamp your feet till the flood boards creek,
You'll get no comfort here.
Sob yourself a river, make yourself quiver,
But you'll get no comfort here.
Fragile china will drop, you'll split the lot,
But you'll get no comfort here.
You work hard, believe and achieve,
But you'll get no comfort here.
Stand hard as a rock and they will all mock,
But you'll get no comfort here.
Smile like your glad, let it turn you mad,
But you'll get no comfort here.
Stand face to face and act in haste,
But you'll get no comfort here.
Cry your eyes red, say every word left unsaid,
But you'll get no comfort here.
Write another letter, pray things get better,
But you'll get no comfort here.
Drop to your knees, beg of her when no-one else see's,
But you'll get no comfort here.
You'll grow strong even without a knee to sit upon,
But you'll get no comfort here.
The past will fade and the aching will stay were it laid,
But you'll get no comfort here.
Question will be asked, you will laugh,
You'll get no comfort here,
Head held high even with pain going on inside,
You'll get no comfort here,
Many memories held of the looks that turned you cold,
You'll get no comfort here,
Fall hard alone to stand up without a single moan,
You'll get no comfort here,
Growing up in a flash but these moments they last,
You'll get no comfort here,
Compassion didn't exsist, just another chore on their list,
You'll get no comfort here,
oh no, no comfort my dear..

My first 20 years spent, I wave my teens goodbye,
How the years have flown oh my,
From child to now, no time to sigh or dwell,
My memories mine to show & tell,
I laughed as I watched Keenan & kell,
Cried inside when no-one could tell,
Baked cakes that had a lingering smell,
upon my demons I cast a spell,
Been exposed to fights till my head rang like a bell,
Mostly years dominated by School and friends,
the battles with myself that I never thought would end,
holidays to skegness with pocket money to spend,
I learned many things I didn't intend,
But lots left to learn I won't pretend,
The things I lent & never got back,
Stuff I broke or left with a crack,
Up high on a ride or in the garden with my tent,
These are the flashbacks of years well spent,
Cheeky but loyal, I said what I meant,
Obsessed with my toy doll till she bent,
Talking in riddles to some but I always knew what I meant,
Addicted to pintrest and many emails sent,
With a collection of Betty boops and clothes,
Moments and photos I have loads,
Summer days in the rock garden or at home as dad mowed,
Iv seen so much yet nothing at all,
In this big world I'm still so small,
Iv come along away but still won't answer a call,
Sunday mornings with my own Carboot stall,
Friday nights at the labour club with family and all,
Looking back its clear to see,
No more teens maybe but this isn't the end of me,
I'm an adult now but inside still their baby,
In this new chapter ill concer the world maybe,
As I dance around this planet in the seas of navy,
The road hasn't always been easy, infact very shady,
But through all of this I turned from teen to lady..