Saturday 31 March 2012

Keep calm and have more.............

Sex.
Such a wonderful, glorious act.
The sensations of freedom and oneness at the same time.
Expression of love.
Expression of lust and passion.
Consenting adults, exploring each other intimately.  Breaking free of the boundaries and idealisms ingrained into us as we grow into adults.  The finding of your own sexual being, exciting and heart racing.  Inner bliss and release, which radiate from within creating outward self confidence.

Wednesday 28 March 2012

Olympics

If GB would put a little more effort into sports at school,encouraging and celebrating natural athletic abilities instead of crushing and wasting them under pressures of academia, shoved behind a desk, we may have more of a valid reason to celebrate the coming Olympics being held in London.

Right now the Olympics, to me is a great way for people with money to make more money by cashing in.  Also how many "average" people on the street are going to get a chance to actually be there.

Are the people of GB proud of their athletes or just the fact that their country was chosen to hold the games??

Tuesday 20 March 2012

"Mid-life" Crisis??

Okay so mid-life is probably not correct and crisis, well no I don't think so either but there is a lot of realisation and acceptance I'm needing to do right now.
I am in my 31st year of life.
It seems as though I blinked at the age of 16 then all of a sudden here I am!  Grown up, a mother and a wife!  Realising that I really did take my young, single days for granted.  I took them too seriously, cared too much about what others thought and my body image was stinking (still struggle with that one).

Although I would never want to give up what I have in life now; I do wish that when I was younger I had made some different choices.
Never having lived on my own minus a boyfriend I often linger over how nice the idea is, of having your own space to do with as you please.  No doubt back in the day I would of had many pink fluffy things about, lots of pictures of fairies and a mix-match of charity shop furniture.

All I can say is I will be fully supporting and encouraging my children when they are older to branch out, fly the nest and experience the world of independence with the supportive and listening shoulder of a mother to lean on when needed.

Friday 16 March 2012

The "Big Men"!

This Country is full of them.
Their place in society now more resembling that of wood worm!
They are no longer in your face but they are still there eating away at the fabric of lower/working class areas.

Many of the head honcho's back in the day "made" themselves enough money to move away from the areas they controlled, to prettier tree-lined avenues, leaving their drink and drug fuelled "hard boys" behind to protect and control.

Jobless and claiming every sort of benefit they sit full of their own importance, lost in time.  Still trying to command respect through fear!

Tuesday 13 March 2012

Does money birth greed?

If so would it affect any of us?

Is it only a selection of people who, once they have a considerable amount of money they become greedy?  Fearing its loss so much so they covet it, would see the world fall down around them and it, rather than use it for the common good!

Friday 9 March 2012

Sleep walking consumers

I am distracted living in the concrete jungle.  Any green areas are in a bad state. The majority of "parents" dragging, no  I shouldn't say that, bringing their children up don't seem to care.
Respect for our beautiful nature is thrown to the gutter.
Consumerism has consumed the poorest areas, the poorest people eating into media driven idealism; the idea that having all these material things will make their lives happier, fuller and more meaningful.
We are a spoon-fed nation, with a majority of sleepwalkers; the people with the grossest amounts of money like it that way.  We, the masses keep them rich.

Wake up.
Stop, feel some stillness.
Think for yourself.
The truth may not always feel comfortable.
The truth can be heavy to hold.
So grab it,
Hold it,
Feel it,
Know it,
Set it down then choose your path.
Be awake.

Thursday 8 March 2012

BRAIN FOG!!!!

Oh brain fog!  It is never far away.
Brain fog or depression?
Different or the same thing?
I can liken life with brain fog, to driving a car in heavy fog.  Nice and clear then.......................BOOM! It hits you.
Mornings are a popular time for its visitation.
"Oh no!" I think, fighting it until I am consumed by the thick, brain fog treacle.  Things feel as though they are in slow motion, no matter how quick you feel you are going or want to go.  The hands of a clock tell a different story; simple things take such a bloody long time.

Monday 5 March 2012

Oh my, good morning!

Mornings don't agree with me, or I don't agree with them?  I am a disorganised air head, supping at my coffee, trying to drag myself away from the warmth of the radiator.
I have no end of ideas and thoughts about what I should be doing and how I should be doing them, what is missing though is my motivation to actually get up and do.
I loose time, I swear I do.  I would love to be able to say that there is some sort of supernatural force stealing my time, alas there is not.  All there is to blame is my day-dreaming state, I can safely say I am away with the fairies.  My other half quite often says I will be late for my own funeral.

Here I am sitting in front of this, tip-tapping on the keyboard the morning school run ahead of me, two young children to get ready plus myself.  My action plan for the morning clear in my head, it should be a simple thing to achieve. Yet simple feels so far from me as I generally end up pacing about resembling a confused chicken as I utter the words "right that's it.............please will you listen"  all to many times.  I see myself as a bumbling buffoon, children running rings around me.  
When my mission of the morning school run is over I feel ready for a good rest or my guilty pleasure; a coffee shop with a book.

Time for another coffee!

Saturday 3 March 2012

Dog owners

Pretending your dog isn't doing a poo right next to you?  Yeah you!  Looking anywhere but the direction of your squatting pooch!!
I am a dog owner, 99% of the time I pick up his poop.  I have forgotten poop bags on a few occasions, but I improvise. An empty crisp packet I found in my coat pocket, a plastic bag stuck in a hedge, I have even sent my other half running back to the car/house to get a bag.
Hands up, I'll shoot myself! Yes I have left poop where it landed and I have felt ashamed, guilty and a bit of a tramp for it.

Don't get a bloody dog if your not prepared to stoop down to pick up the "parcel".  Hey you don't even have to stoop down any more you can buy long handled poop scoopers now.
Run out of poop bags?  Guess what........... a bog standard plastic bag also works for the job at hand!  There are no end of them flying about the world!
No excuses you poo dodgers!!

Oh I cannot forget those fellow dog owners who do pick up their dog's poo and leave it nicely bagged up.......hanging on a fence, branch etc. or thrown to the edge of the path.  Are you too embarrassed to carry the poop in the bag until you find a bin?
Cavehill Country Park (High Town Road entrance) could do with some more bins for poop depositing.

Why do some dog owners think its okay to walk their dogs in children's play parks?  Tramps!!  Dog poo and children are not a good combo! 
 

Friday 2 March 2012

Community?

Ah! I walk through the streets where I am living and have to switch off to a degree, if I were not to do this I would become very sickened by  the state of the place and by a good few of the people.
It is a very run down area of Belfast, Northern Ireland.  A despondent community, full of people who want everything, yet are not at all very willing to do anything to help towards making a change for the better.  Which begs then the question do they really want change?  Do they want to move forward to something new, something fresh for the future generations?
Oh! I wonder at this and think not.  A shift in the way the community lies would mean a shift in the way they behaved and thought!!!!
Change is uncomfortable, it means looking at how things are now and why; which means looking at yourself (not always a comfortable thing to do).

Communities like the one I live in are all too common.  A sense of pride that once was (many moons ago) is now a hope for the future. Though my soul feels it will never be reality once more.

Sick of broken glass and general disrespect and consideration for..........well anything apart from what lies past the threshold of there own home.