One Thing

The one thing I hate about my Job

Ok, I won’t change my job for the world ok maybe I would, but not for another job as an employee, get what I am saying. But one thing that I hate about my job is that there is no recognition, no pat on the back. Sometimes it is really hard to stay positive without someone helping you along, There is no “brilliant job, well done here is an incentive/ raise/ promotion “. Husband and I have been through so much with this company we had loads more down than ups and we are heading for an up now but I can’t seem to get myself excited, maybe because I was one to many times disappointed. The downs were mostly because off people who would take us for a ride, use us for their gain, grab our brains and run, but we have learned so much from it and I know it won’t happen again, we know the signs, we know the bullshitters and chance takers., we can spot them a mile away. We try to keep each other motivated but it is so easy to bring each other down to. Sometimes I wish that we could just have it easy. We started from nothing absolutely nothing and we are going to get there, I am so sure of it.

But I need a pat on the back at the moment I need a well done on a brilliant job. I also need a raise……

The Mother Load

Firstly the party was a great success, well I would like to think so, my little meltdowns was for nothing although it might have helped to get my ass into gear.

Secondly I am way peeved off with Huggies at the moment, yeah me who is a big lover of Huggies gold are at the point to changing my girl to pampers which I doubt but they can expect a call from me tomorrow – stupid fasteners.

I also got in contact to sell my dinky dolls at a very cute franchise; they mostly sell clothing but have a few toys on their shelves so hold thumbs and toes.

I am having the oddest dreams lately; it is as if my dream is stuck on repeat. Very annoying lets hope Mr. Sandman has something new in store for me tonight

Does anyone have the number for CA (coffee anonymous)? Yes I am finally admitting it I think I have a problem. Let’s talk about it over a cup of coffee.

I think I might have been too stressed the last couple of weeks and my skin is showing it and it is NOT pretty. Any miracle cures anyone?? I need a one of those chemical peels.

I am also thinking about doing a course in makeup artistry, well I have been thinking about for a while now, I think it would really help seeing that husband is doing more and more photography. The only thing is I worked out my kit and it is a pretty penny. Not even to mention a proper course.

Lastly thank you for all the birthday wishes to my girl, Husband and I really appreciate it.

For my Angelface

1 Year Old

The past year of being your parents has been the greatest of our lifes. You were like a fresh canvas and I have to admit that there were many times we were afraid to apply the paint. We were unsure of our skills, of how to use the tools. But over the year, loving you has made us more self-assured, more confident. You've made us try colour combinations we would not have thought to use. You've taught us that painting outside the lines is not only ok, but sometimes it gives a completely unique and new perspective.

You are our living masterpiece. Sometimes you are a landscape, full of natural light and complimentary tones, other days you are abstract and modern, with splatters of cookie crumbs over alphabet blocks, bright and messy. You are a cave drawing, simple in your speech and actions. You are a psychedelic Warhol, a cutting edge graffiti mural, an angular cubist still life. You are as breathtakingly beautiful as a Da Vinci. Like in a surreal Dali work. We watch time melt away before our eyes. And all we can do is to take out our paintbrushes again for the second year.

All our love - Your Parents

Rocking the Daisies

In My Rocking The Daisies survival kit

Money - not to much but enough to buy random crap, food and coffee to nurse my hangover.
An open mind - I love festivals and all the different subculturals that comes together but there are some strange VERY strange people out there so I think an open mind is definitely needed oh and an open mind for different styles of music and bands
Cellphone - Remember to take your mom off speed dial, you DON"T want to call her in your not so sober state. Ask me I know....
TP - a girl must pee
Earplugs - for if you make the horrible mistake by camping next to the rave / trance tent, That is if you do need some sleep like I do.
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A mother just knows

Well my mother does.

She phoned me a few minutes ago and after I said hello, her first words were “Are you sick “bekkie” ?” No idea how she knows, I don’t sound THAT sick, but she just knows.

Oh I forgot to mention all the stories I write in the third person is about me, don’t know why I like to write about the past in that manner…..

Now excuse me while I go blow out my brains through my nostrils.

Carpool

It was 7 o’clock when she rushed out of the door, she couldn’t be late it was her first day riding with the other kids in the carpool. As she sat in the car the kids babbled and ignored her, she just sat staring at her brown suitcase on her lap. They were only driving for a few minutes when all she heard was screaming and a bright light.

The next time she opened her eyes, her suitcase was still on her lap this time covered in glass, she heard the other children sobbing, when she finally looked up, there was man next to her, a paramedic, he opened the door and helped her out. She climbed out of the backseat of the car, her hands shaking still clenching her brown suitcase. She looked around; there was glass everywhere, pieces of car, a white taxi, ambulances and so much blood. She has never seen so much blood; she just closed her eyes quickly and tried to hold back the tears. The paramedic prompted her to go with him to one of the ambulances. She was scared beyond words and started to run.

She knew they might catch her but she couldn’t be there, she couldn’t face what had just happened, she ran as fast as her little legs could hold her. It was only about 2 blocks away from her house. When she arrived at her house Nelly was there to meet her with open arms. Nelly was like her second mother. She finally broke down in tears when Nelly tried to console her and tried to find out what happened but she couldn’t talk. Everything was just flashing over and over again in her head, all that blood. Nelly helped her to get undressed, removing glass pieces from her hair and her clothes and ran her a hot bath. As she sat next to the bath, Nelly gave her a big glass of sugar water “drink this hunny, it will make you feel all better, your ma is on her way” It did help, it tasted horribly but it did comfort her in a way, after all Nelly did say it would help and she needed something to help her. Her mother came running into the house grabbing her from the bath tub as if she hasn’t seen her for years. She held her close. In between sobs all her mother could get out was “Thank God Thank God”. She had to go to the doctor to make sure she was ok.

She was ok but it never left her mind. She was only 4 years old

I saw the sign

Did you just sing the title in your head ? did you ? did you ?

Well I woke up this morning in 1994, just kidding imagine time travelling back to bad fashion, tapes and Sega, shit off topic….. I woke up to Ace of base in my head and since then I have been singing it but ONLY in my head. I still don’t see any fucking signs. What a classic *nostalgic moment* although any sign would be good right now, I need a sign so that I can know that all will be ok. Have so much on my mind and I have no idea where to start, so I will leave you with “I saw the sign” and lots of hair spray.

Edit: Did you know "I saw the Sign" was No 1 on the world charts. And did you know Malin "Linn" Berggren was born on Halloween. Oh and the band members are like family and friends.

Edit 2: Oh and I am REALLY not a fan, but fuck it beats ABBA.

Not Ready

“Sooo much pressure mommy sooooo much pressure!!! Grandma wants me to walk before my first birthday…. You want me to have some teeth…. Grandpa can’t wait for me to have my first sugar rush.... Dad is trying his best to teach me to say ONE..... Sooo much pressure mommy “

“I agree baby girl, I think we should postpone your first birthday with a month or two. I am not ready for it either.“