You Guys Rock!

Honestly, I can’t say that enough! The blogging community is such a special group of people; if you need to let your feelings out, if you need to rant, if you need something to make you laugh, it’s all there and it’s wonderful!

Honestly, I can’t say that enough! The blogging community is such a special group of people; if you need to let your feelings out, if you need to rant, if you need something to make you laugh, it’s all there and it’s wonderful! I’ve been helped through many a tough time by my fellow bloggers, they’ve given great advice and support and their posts have inspired, entertained and comforted me. I never thought it could be possible to have friends I’d never met but you guys are proof that I was 100% wrong.

A few days ago I asked people to vote as my poem ‘Promise’ was nominated for publication of the month on Spillwords and, guess what? Thanks to you guys, I won!. Thanks to the kindness in your hearts, for the first time in a long time, I actually feel like I am achieving something again. If I could come and give you all a real hug and my thanks I would but, as it stands, I can only give you virtual hugs:.

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Song Lyric Sunday

Good morning all you lovely people! How have you been? I hope that life is taking good care of you. How about some music to kick off your Sunday? It’s time once again for Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday which is brought to us by Jim Adams who has kindly taken on the job of providing us with a new prompt each week.

Good morning all you lovely people! How have you been? I hope that life is taking good care of you. How about some music to kick off your Sunday? It’s time once again for Helen Vahdati’s Song Lyric Sunday which is brought to us by Jim Adams who has kindly taken on the job of providing us with a new prompt each week. It’s a great way of discovering new music and finding new friends so, if you’d like to play along here are some rules for you:

  • Post the lyrics to the song of your choice, whether it fits the theme or not.
  • Please try to include the songwriter(s) – it’s a good idea to give credit where credit is due.
  • Make sure you also credit the singer/band and if you desire you can provide a link to where you found the lyrics.
  • Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song.
  • Ping back to this post will eventually work, as long as you are being patient.
  • Read at least one other person’s blog, so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process.
  • Feel free to suggest future prompts.
  • Have fun and enjoy the music.

At this point I’m going to say, if you don’t like bad language then don’t go any further  because my choice for this week is a track by Eminem. This may seem like an odd choice for a 52 year old woman but I am actually a huge fan.  Despite the fact that his language is atrocious I find his lyrics to be very clever and often quite moving. In this song he challenges the media promoted  idea that rap is in any way responsible for gang violence.

However, he also talks a little about his own childhood and how he suffered after his Dad walked out on him and his mother, leaving them in poverty. Many people judge Eminem only for his profanity ridden lyrics and don’t realise what he went through to achieve his phenomenal success. Yes he was a drug addict, yes he’s the angriest of all the angry young men but, in my opinion, he is also a poet of considerable talent if you look past the F bombs:

“His house is a broken home, there’s no control, he just let’s his emotions go”

“In the land of the killers, a sinner’s mind is a sanctum”

“But music is reflection of self”

“That’s why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it”

The rap is interspersed with bursts of the chorus from the song ‘Sing for the Moment’ by Aerosmith which I also like and did think about posting but, honestly, I prefer the Eminem version because, for me, it’s more than a song. It’s a social commentary and it’s angry and dark and therefore, in my opinion, it’s interesting. I hope you’ll think so too.

 

These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing, it’s so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don’t care
He’s a problem child
What bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
His fuckin’ dad walkin’ out
‘Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he’d probably knock him out
His thoughts are whacked, he’s mad so he’s talkin’ back
Talkin’ black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
His house is a broken home, there’s no control, he just let’s his emotions go…

[Chorus]
(C’mon), sing with me, (sing), sing for the years
(Sing it), sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, (c’mon)
Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord’ll take you away…

[Verse 2]
Entertainment is changin’, intertwinin’ with gangsters
In the land of the killers, a sinner’s mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely ’cause don’t anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a motherfucker they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate
It’s like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen
From standin’ on corners and porches just rappin’
To havin’ a fortune, no more kissin’ ass
But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get their hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won’t hesitate to produce handguns
That’s why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin’ to me religiously, so I’m signin’ CDs while police fingerprint me
They’re for the judge’s daughter but his grudge is against me
If I’m such a fuckin’ menace, this shit doesn’t make sense Pete
It’s all political, if my music is literal, and I’m a criminal how the fuck can I raise a little girl
I couldn’t, I wouldn’t be fit to, you’re full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you…

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too
Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and I’ll get sued
See what these kids do is hear about us totin’ pistols
And they want to get one ’cause they think the shit’s cool
Not knowin’ we really just protectin’ ourselves, we entertainers
Of course the shit’s affectin’ our sales, you ignoramus
But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our cheques in the mail
It’s fucked up ain’t it
How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin’ thing that we wanted
That’s why we sing for these kids, who don’t have a thing
Except for a dream, and a fuckin’ rap magazine
Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
Idolize their favorite rappers and know all their songs
Or for anyone who’s ever been through shit in their lives
Till they sit and they cry at night wishin’ they’d die
Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
We’re nothin’ to you but we’re the fuckin’ shit in their eyes
That’s why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it
‘Cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they’ll admit it when we’re gone
Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs and we can…

[Chorus]

Lisa x

What-Ho!

Morning Everyone :O) How’s your week going so far? I hope that you are having more good than bad, more ease than struggle and that it’s not raining (unless you happen to love the rain of course). You may or may not have noticed that I have been around less over the last few days, not because I don’t love being here (which I do) but because I have finally gotten around to starting a novel.  I have been playing with the idea for a few months but I am now 10,000+ words in and the ideas just keep on flowing.

Morning Everyone :O) How’s your week going so far? I hope that you are having more good than bad, more ease than struggle and that it’s not raining (unless you happen to love the rain of course). You may or may not have noticed that I have been around less over the last few days, not because I don’t love being here (which I do) but because I have finally gotten around to starting a novel.  I have been playing with the idea for a few months but I am now 10,000+ words in and the ideas just keep on flowing.

When I joined the WP family a year ago I couldn’t have imagined doing this but the support and encouragement I have received from all you lovely people has given me the confidence I needed to try and I can’t begin to tell you how grateful I am. The community here is incredible and I think it is born of a common desire: to write and it’s fired something in me which I never really knew existed. After a few years of bumbling through life I have finally found a passion again, a purpose if you will, and I want to launch myself into it. Unfortunately that means I won’t have so much time to spend with you guys, the people who helped me get to this place which makes me kind of sad.

Anyway, there is one last thing I wanted to say before I pop off for a few days and that is:

What Ho

Lisa x

 

#BlogBattle: Loss

At her age, she had never expected to find the man of her dreams but here he was, standing before her and, better yet, he was smiling and that beautiful smile was only for her. All her life Sarah had been overlooked or, worse, ignored; she was unassuming, deeply sensitive and incredibly kind but she was plain and she knew it.

At her age, she had never expected to find the man of her dreams but here he was, standing before her and, better yet, he was smiling and that beautiful smile was only for her. All her life Sarah had been overlooked or, worse, ignored; she was unassuming, deeply sensitive and incredibly kind but she was plain and she knew it. She always described herself as nondescript; her hair lacked bounce or shine, her eyes were a clear blue but small, her nose far too strong for her face and her mouth a tiny rosebud. No individual feature was unappealing but together they just didn’t work.

The man before her, on the other hand was, in her opinion, magnificent. His hair was very dark, almost black, his eyes twinkled a deep green and his smile, oh that smile! The crows feet and the lines at the corner of his mouth showed her, immediately, that he was someone who laughed a lot, who loved life and Sarah was drawn to him in a way she’d never felt before. It was for this reason that she felt no hesitation when he held out his hand to her; she rose from her seat and walked into his arms. A perfect gentleman, he put one hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder and then he led her into a dance. Sarah moved with an easy grace that was new to her. She had always been, what her mother referred to as, ‘cack handed’ but with this man guiding her steps she felt as though she was floating.

“Will you stay with me Sarah?” his deep, melodious voice floated on the air and delivered the words that she had longed to hear for so many years. They were filled with the desire to really know her. She looked into his eyes and saw her face reflected there but, for the first time, she did not shy away from the image because, in his eyes, she was beautiful.

“I will stay with you gladly Michael” As she said the words she tried to remember when he had told her his name but she just couldn’t recall, how strange! ‘No matter’ she thought. Their dance ended as her body twirled around his, their fingertips just touching, her skirt flowed around her legs and she laughed with the joy of it all.

“Shall we go?” Michael asked her when she glided to a halt before him. He took both her hands in his and smiled; she was ready to go anywhere with this man and she walked with him gladly into the darkness.

David sat beside Sarah’s bed, her frail hand in his, and he wept. He had loved this woman for 50 of his 75 years and now she was gone. Painfully shy, he had never summoned the courage to tell her how he felt and now he cursed his weakness. Just before she died, Sarah’s face had lit up; he would have given anything for her to look at him like that, just once. He supposed he should be grateful for the fine friendship they’d had for all those years but it was to late now; she was with the angels. All he had left were his memories and, now, a profound sense of loss, for her and for the love that they’d never shared.

I’ve never taken part in a Blog Battle before but was intrigued by the challenge set by Jaye and Anita (do pop over and visit their blog, I am sure they’d love to see you) so this is my offering.

Lisa x

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Song Lyric Sunday: Laughter

Morning Everyone :O) I’ve rather missed Song Lyric Sunday over the last couple of weeks so I’m pleased to see that it’s back albeit with a new host. Helen is taking a well deserved break but Jim Adams has kindly offered to step in as guest host, thanks Jim :O) If you haven’t played along please do give it a try, it’s such a great way to meet blogging friends and discover new music. The rules are simple:

Morning Everyone :O) I’ve rather missed Song Lyric Sunday over the last couple of weeks so I’m pleased to see that it’s back albeit with a new host. Helen is taking a well deserved break but Jim Adams has kindly offered to step in as guest host, thanks Jim :O) If you haven’t played along please do give it a try, it’s such a great way to meet blogging friends and discover new music. The rules are simple:

  • Post the lyrics to the song of your choice, whether it fits the theme or not.
  • Please try to include the songwriter(s) – it’s a good idea to give credit where credit is due and it’s honestly just a simple Google search.
  • Make sure you also credit the singer/band and provide a link to where you found the lyrics.
  • Link to the YouTube video, or pull it into your post so others can listen to the song.
  • Ping back to this post will work best.
  • Read at least one other person’s blog so we can all share new and fantastic music and create amazing new blogging friends in the process.
  • Feel free to use the Song Lyric Sunday badge by copying it into your post or add it to your site to show you are participating.

Despite this being an unquestionably cheerful prompt I offer you a song which is anything but just because I love it:

Wake
From your sleep
The drying of
Your tears
Today
We escape
We escape
Pack
And get dressed
Before your father hears us
Before
All hell
Breaks loose
Breathe
Keep breathing
Don’t loose
Your nerve
Breathe
Keep breathing
I can’t do this
Alone
Sing
Us a song
A song to keep
Us warm
There’s
Such a chill
Such a chill
You can laugh
A spineless laugh
We hope your
Rules and wisdom choke you
Now
We are one
In everlasting peace
We hope that you choke
That you choke
We hope that you choke
That you choke
We hope
That you choke
That you choke
Songwriters: Colin Charles Greenwood / Edward John O’brien / Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood / Philip James Selway / Thomas Edward Yorke
Exit Music (For a Film) lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
This song opens almost in a whisper with just a lone guitar strumming in the background. One child to another begging for silent tears only as they make their midnight escape from a tyrannical father; you can hear, almost feel the fear and desperation. The music then begins to rise as he begs her (I’ve always imagined a boy and girl) to keep breathing, to stay strong. He then tries to divert her from her fears, pleading with her to sing a song and we hear the sound of children playing in the background.
As they become cold, lost and tired, the boy’s anger begins to mount and he taunts the Father who had so terrorised the girl at his side with the childish but heartfelt words:
“We hope your rules and wisdom choke you”
From this moment the music builds and builds to a crescendo which tells the end of the story – the two children who’d made their bid for freedom die together, the boy still with the curse ‘we hope that you choke’ on his lips. I’d always imagined that they were lost in a blizzard and found the next morning, wrapped in each others arms, in a snow drift just a mile from the house where the girl had been so tormented.
This really is a beautiful song but I am afraid it won’t give you a laugh……
Lisa x

Rory’s Oh No Way, Oh So Way

I don’t know why but I couldn’t resist responding to Rory’s questions, maybe it’s because they’re so bizarre or maybe I just feel like sharing, who knows? Anyhoo, the man of many questions put it out there so here goes:

I don’t know why but I couldn’t resist responding to Rory’s questions, maybe it’s because they’re so bizarre or maybe I just feel like sharing, who knows? Anyhoo, the man of many questions put it out there so here goes:

Oh No Way, Oh So Way – Injured myself whilst trying to impress someone.

I can’t say that I have but I did injure someone else whilst trying to impress them. When I was about 19 I was asked out by a male model (who turned out to be insufferably full of himself) and our first date was, oddly, on a squash court. I’d played a few times before but really wanted to impress him so I gave it my all. He, unfortunately, made the mistake of getting too close behind me and…….well, basically, I knocked him out with my squash racket. He was only out for a couple of seconds but he did not take it well as you can imagine; I don’t think I helped my case by laughing my socks off – opps! Strangely we did go out again but, as I said, his only topic of conversation was himself and I was thoroughly bored after a few hours so I dumped him, no doubt adding insult to injury.

Pretended to be a raccoon and eaten from the trash can.

Possibly when drunk but I have no memory of it…….

Taken part in a fashion show.

If watching one counts then yes

Made money by performing on the street.

Not on the street but I was in a group when I was 18 and we performed (not very well I hasten to add) in a pub; does that count?

Accidentally broken something in someone’s house, but not told them.

Yes. It was a sleeping bag. I was staying with a friend after a late night out and my bed for the night was of the camping variety i.e. canvas strung between two poles and balanced, precariously, on narrow legs which, I am sure, were not designed to bear the weight of anything heavier than a hamster. By some miracle I had managed to get myself into the sleeping bag, arrange myself on the narrow camp bed and sleep (or possibly fall into an alcohol induced coma). However, my drunken fumblings with the zip the night before had ensured that vast swathes of material were trapped between the little teeth. Several minutes of writhing did nothing other than collapse the camp bed and deposit me, face down, on a heap on the floor. I eventually freed myself but the sleeping bag was, sadly, to all intents and purposes, murdered.

Walked for more than six hours.

Yes, often. I like shopping, what can I say?

Stolen from a shop.

Yes. A handful of sweets when I was a kid. It wasn’t worth it; I still feel anxious any time I see a policeman!

Ridden a horse.

Yes. I started riding when I was 5 and I love it, especially jumping and galloping along a beach. Unfortunately, this passion has been the cause of a number of injuries, mostly caused by the horse stopping in front of a jump and me….well, not stopping.

Jumped out of a perfectly stable aircraft.

Nope, I’m too much of a wuss.

Cut my own hair.

Yes and it never ended well. I have also coloured my own hair just about every shade of the rainbow and ginger (after a rather unfortunate experience with some henna)

Performed my own dentistry.

As a kid yes, once a tooth started wobbling that was it, it was going to come out come hell or high water.

Fallen in love at first glance.

Yes. With my husband and I never fell out of love with him

Had a paranormal experience.

Yes. On 3 separate occasions I have seen people who were not actually there – ghosts for want of a better word. The last time was the most disturbing. My husband and I were looking to buy a house in France and we’d gone to see and old farm house with about 100 acres. As soon as I saw the house I had a bad feeling about it and said that I would wait outside whilst my husband and the agent looked around. It was a sunny day but I found myself feeling chilled and distinctly uneasy.

As I looked at the outside of the house, I noticed a movement inside and then a woman of about 30 came running out of the front door and into the garden. She was obviously terrified and kept looking behind her as though she were being chased. She was dressed in a long dress which had a white apron over the top and her was was long but roughly pinned up on the top of her head. In the time that it took me to notice all that she was gone. I had a profound sense that something awful had happened to her and I started to cry. My husband didn’t call me crazy or question what I told him, he just gave me a huge hug; one of the many reasons I loved him….

Anyway that’s it. These were fun questions, I am sure Rory won’t mind if you have a go at answering them yourself ;O)

Lisa x

Finish the Story — The Final Hunt: Part 6

There was a noise overhead and both Alec and Sam turned sharply to try and identify it’s source; necks craning upwards they searched the sky but there was nothing other than a dense cloud bank.

Fandango has tagged me for something new today and that’s to add to a story originally started by Teresa, the Haunted Wordsmith; it’s like a kind of blogging relay race apparently. This is the story so far……

Teresa’s Part:

Anne and Gladys waved as the men left for their hunt. When they were out of sight, they both laughed knowing full well that none would have the heart to really shoot anything. They liked a boy’s day out as much as they liked a girl’s day in.

“So,” Fred said as they passed the gate into his family’s hunting grounds. “What do you think the girls are up to today?”

Alec laughed. “Talking about us, what else?”

Sam nodded. “Yep.”

As they walked through the fields into the tree line, the dogs’ ears’ picked up. Boy whimpered and cowered close to Fred’s legs. Toby’s fur stood on edge as he stared into the woods and growled.

“Easy there,” Alec said, trying to calm him.

Sam kneeled and unzipped his gun as quietly as possible. Suddenly, both dogs were on alert as a …

Morpethroad wrote:

small, bespectacled man stepped through the bushes. The dogs were going berserk by now straining at their leashes. It was clear the dogs sensed a danger the men did not see.

The man walking towards them was squinting as he approached as he had the sun in his eyes.

“Good afternoon,” he said as he drew near, “your dogs won’t bite will they? I do have a fear of them.”

Sam stood with his gun in his hands unsure of what he was seeing and hearing. The place they were in was a piece of rugged bushland, no one lived there because it was the family’s hunting grounds and it was considered unsafe to even camp on the land for any reason at all.

Fred was trying his best to hold onto his dog, and Alec held firm on Toby’s collar. Once the small man came within a few feet of the hunting party, they could see…

Pensitivity101 continues:

he was holding something in a plastic bag.

Fred lost his grip and Boy lunged at the man who dropped the bag on the ground and threw his arms up to protect his face.

Fred was afraid they would have to shoot the dog but Boy wasn’t interested in the man at all, just the bag, which he snatched up and obediently brought back to his master.

The little man was shaking with fear as Sam reached out his hand to help him up.

“You realise you’re trespassing don’t you?” he said.

The man straightened his glasses and collected himself.

“I’m sorry about that, but we’d received a repor….”

“We? Who is we? And what are you doing here? You could have been shot!”

Fred had taken the bag out of Boy’s mouth and stared at the contents in disbelief.

“Guys? I think you need to look at this.”

Sadje’s contribution:

Sam and Alec stepped forward to take a look at what was in the bag. Fred’s hand, clutching the bag, was trembling. The bag contained a severed hand, the digits were shaped like a claw. But it was like no human hand they had ever seen. It was like it belonged to someone very big and skinny.

“Whe…, Ahm….Where did you find this?” Alec uttered the question through vocal cords which were refusing to cooperate. Sam and Fred were looking askance at the stranger. The whole situation had taken on a nightmarish quality.

The man, again made an attempt to introduce himself. “I am Bennett, from The Agency of Alien Detection, TAAD. We received the alien activity signals from this area and a party has been investigating the situation. This is part of the remains we were able to recover. Do you have any information regarding this?”

The three men stared at him with gapping mouth and glazed looks. Who in their right mind would believe this man. But the evidence was in their hands.

Sam took the bag from Fred and was going to examine it closely when…

Cheryl added:

…when the bag’s contents started moving. The claw-like severed hand was scratching at the plastic bag. Sam dropped it like a hot potato! The boys started to freak out and started to whimper. The spectacled man even stepped back. “Oh my,” Bennett stuttered, “I thought it was, uh, uh, dead!”

Sam kept his gun at the ready. There was no way this “thing” was going to hurt the boys. Bennett fumbled nervously in his pocket to retrieve what looked like a cell phone, but was actually a communicator to the rest of the landing crew. His face seemed to change shape a bit and he started to adjust his hair. Sam looked at the little man with more than just curiosity. Who was this guy, really?

This was Fandango’s contribution

“Do not touch that bag!” Bennett, who was no longer a small, bespectacled, unimposing man, shouted. He had suddenly grown taller. His skin took on a shiny, reddish tone and his hands took on the same claw-like shape of the severed hand in the bag. The three men stepped back and even the two dogs stopped barking and cowered.

“What are you?” Alec asked. “you definitely are not human.”

“No,” Bennett admitted, “I am not. My companion and I were sent here from our home planet to explore your planet. Our mission was peaceful. Our intent was merely to collect air and mineral samples. We intended no harm. But then we encountered a hostile group of creatures who jumped my companion. I’m ashamed to say that I ran for cover, while these creatures devoured my companion. All that was left of him was the hand that I put in the bag. But he is apparently beginning the regeneration process.”

“Creatures? What kind of creatures?” Sam asked.

“Similar to those,” Bennett said, pointing to the two dogs, “but larger and much more viscous.”

“Wolves,” Fred said.

Sam raised his rifle and aimed it at the alien. “Sam, what are you doing?” Alec shouted.

Suddenly…

Now over to me:

There was a noise overhead and both Alec and Sam turned sharply to try and identify it’s source; necks craning upwards they searched the sky but there was nothing other than a dense cloud bank.

“Looks like there’s a storm coming” said Alec “Perhaps it was thunder we heard”

He turned to look at Sam who had resumed his position; stock still with his gun aimed at Bennett’s head

“That wasn’t thunder, was it Mr Bennett?” Sam said quietly

“Sam! Please put down your gun, there’s no need for threats, Mr Bennett has explained that he has no beef with us, he’s just doing some research”

Alec was surprised at his friend’s behaviour especially as Boy and Toby were no longer agitated but laying peacefully at their feet. In his experience dogs were far better attuned to sense danger than any human.

“And you believe him do you?” Sam was absolutely rigid and he spoke from the corner of his mouth through clenched teeth as though in mortal terror or suppressed anger, Alec couldn’t be sure which.

“Yes I believe him Sam now put the gun down for God’s sake before some gets hurt”

Alec was becoming genuinely concerned, they were both hunters but he knew from long experience that Sam was not a violent man. He stepped forward to try to placate his friend and persuade him to drop his weapon.= but just then the sky darkened and………..

That’t it from me, I’m passing the baton to Billy at GoodtobeAliveToday to carry on with the tale

These are the rules:

1. Copy the story as you receive it.
2. Add to the story in some fashion.
3. Tag another person to contribute to or finish the story.
4. Please use FTS as a tag so Teresa can find it or link back to part 1.
5. Have Fun!

Thanks again Fandango for the tag and over to you Billy..

Lisa x

Damn You All the Way to Hades..

No, sorry, not you. I’m referring to those inconsiderate, mindless, pathetic morons whose idea of fun is to ‘spam’ people. I have just spent the last 15 minutes deleting 463 spam messages from either bots or brainless bastards who want to sell me funeral flowers, payday loans or aquaponics (whatever the hell they are) and I am annoyed!

No, sorry, not you. I’m referring to those inconsiderate, mindless, pathetic morons whose idea of fun is to ‘spam’ people. I have just spent the last 15 minutes deleting 463 spam messages from either bots or brainless bastards who want to sell me funeral flowers, payday loans or aquaponics (whatever the hell they are) and I am annoyed! I mean, what’s the bloody point? Do they honestly think that the next time I want a bunch of flowers I’ll contact them? Will sending me 50 separate messages about how great their flowers will look on my coffin tempt me to buy????? No! So, in the name of all that’s holy, why?????

Anyone else suffering with this at the moment? Also, does anyone know if WP have a plan to speed up the process of deleting this insufferable nonsense more rapidly? 463 individual checks in boxes was not my idea of fun!

Rant over :O)

Lisa x

How on Earth?????????

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!! All you lovely, possibly deranged, people out there who have followed my blog! I am sincerely very, very grateful to each and every one of you for the support that you’ve given me over the last year and for your warmth and kindness. The blogging community is something very special and I am honoured to be part of it

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!! All you lovely, possibly deranged, people out there who have followed my blog! I am sincerely very, very grateful to each and every one of you for the support that you’ve given me over the last year and for your warmth and kindness. The blogging community is something very special and I am honoured to be part of it

Lisa xx

Merry Christmas One and All

After much soul searching, worrying and general stress (all self-inflicted) I have decided to go to Rome for Christmas. I have decided to give myself permission to feel sad if the need comes upon me, to politely duck out of something if I need to be alone and to enjoy what I can without feeling guilty about doing so. 

After much soul searching, worrying and general stress (all self-inflicted) I have decided to go to Rome for Christmas. I have decided to give myself permission to feel sad if the need comes upon me, to politely duck out of something if I need to be alone and to enjoy what I can without feeling guilty about doing so.

I’ve also decided to leave my laptop at home so I’ll be away from my blog and all of you guys for the next couple of weeks. I’ll miss you all and I hope that, whatever you are doing, you have the best Christmas you can possibly have and that the New Year brings you what you most desire. In my (almost) year of writing drivel on here I’ve realised that there are some really, truly wonderful people out there in blogging land so, along with seasonal best wishes I wanted to give you my thanks….for everything :O)

Love and hugs to you all

Lisa xx