So... I wrote this last week minus an internet connection. I'm now at Starbucks in town with my Chai Tea Latte to rehearse (obviously not in Starbucks...) and am killing two birds with one stone - metaphorically of course... I apologise if some of the regularly boring things I talk about below have already happened. Oh, and if I forgot to tell you at the weekend... I had a really great time, thank you :) Its Thursday. (Amazing I know...) More excitingly, its my day off from teaching and I’m sitting in my ridiculous but incredibly comfy chav outfit awaiting the arrival of the Plus Net engineer to come and fit internet in Twinnie and I’s flat. HOORAY. I didn’t realise (hold on... Mabel Macbook is telling me to spell it ‘realize...’ not correct surely?!) I DIGRESS... I didn’t realis/ze how much I relied on the net actually... but sitting with my laptop, writing this blog and not being able to post it online is making me feel a bit sick. I still love surprising my Nana Rosie with the internet and all it has to offer. I think she would be astounded that I can write this, click ...and its online... (Oh, when Mr Plus Net arrives of course...) Bills = expensive. Something Else I have to come to realis/ze more frequently. Yes, I know this too, isn’t that groundbreaking but still, I thought I would share it with you as a well done present for still continuing to read this utter crap... I have a blister on my finger from knitting too much :] I realis/ze this will never happen in my life, but I would really like to hug the Queen. I think our politicians can learn a lot from her and her Irish speech; eloquent, delivered brilliantly. She’s 83 and such a trooper. Three cheers for Her Majesty. I might go and celebrate by painting a giant Union Jack on canvas.... with a Marmite jar in the middle. So, by now, you should know that I have to mention the ‘M’ word at LEAST once every blog. Well... do you think Ken Clarke should resign regarding his comments on rape? Personally, I do agree there are different levels of the hideous act but in no way is each more ‘serious’ than the next, any sexual assault being horrific. I don’t really think men can ever ‘safely’ talk about this touchy subject without being criticized in some way. I think however, as the Justice Secretary, a secretary of justice etc... he should definitely think more carefully before he speaks. Simples. AND... what the fupp is with the new Walkers Crinkle advert??! Gary Lineker prancing around like some weirdo singing about his groovy love (for exactly what I am not sure... crisps or Elle McFluffsen??) I mean, I like crisps sure... but not enough to have a photograph of one in my purse. To qualify for that honour you generally need to be very special to me. MEH. My not so little, but in fact giant and curly haired Brother Tom has just moved out of my Mum’s for the first time and in with his lovely, jubbly girlfriend Amy... We were just catching up on the phone and he told me proudly he’s seen a kebab shop in Manchester called ‘Abra-kebabra.’ I really love my younger Brother. I’m most like him physically out of all my siblings (yes poor him) and he can pull strange faces the same as me and do weird voiceoverness... Speaking of my Mum, this means her four babies have now all finally flown the nest. For mine and I assume any Mum, family is everything - her whole life... well, apart from her Grandchildren smearing paint on her clothes, cooking, knitting, cats and her ridiculous amount of books. I’m glad she has my Stepdad there with her too now - Arky. The story goes that they got a bit fed up, separated for years and then realis/zed (I’m going to stop doing that now...) they missed each other so much, their lives were empty. They found love with each other again last Autumn :) Nawwwww. He’s great and so incredibly supportive. He’s helped me out so much in this move and I love them both dearly. They fit together like a brush and hair... Like Mickey and Minnie... Like Beauty and The Beast after the transformation... Like Aladdin and Jasmine but without the carpet... like chips and mayo, or chips and cheese if you’re from up North...... I can’t stop craving Turkey Twizzlers... Why does naff food taste amazing..??? Back in the day, school dinners for me consisted of a pile of chips, two turkey twizzlers, truck-loads of gravy, cornflake tart or chocolate cake and pink custard for pud, all piled onto the bright blue trays with little sections for each course and a hole for your drink... this was consumed in 10 seconds flat (after queuing for 45 mins) and followed by fruit flavored polos (only 20p then) from the vending machine. Then we’d usually pack ourselves off to the field and sit in the sun and maybe buy more polos and chocolate and maybe go to the handy shop and maybe act silly and maybe smoke behind the P.E. block.... *SIGH* I miss school... I especially miss the orange mathematics books we used to work and write in with all the squares in them... I remember one particular parents evening well... It was the turn of my Maths teacher Mrs Uppadine (YEH GUYS, REMEMBER HER?!!!) to talk about me and what I’d achieved (supposedly...) Ahem. Aside from finding out that Luke and I’s faces we’re the most symmetrical in the class during some odd maths experiment once and having the Welsh Mr Lewis as a cover teacher so we could make things from matchsticks, I didn’t like Maths much. Mrs Uppadine proceeded to tell my Mum just how unacceptable it was for me to draw cartoons all over my maths book... nor (apparently) was it acceptable to colour in every. single. square in the book and write repetitively that Nat/Amy/Lucy was my best friend or how l loved Nay/Ricky/Ste (or whatever boyfriend or best friend I had that week) all over the back pages. Yeh... So I liked art more than Maths. AND I liked Mr Hurring more than Mrs Uppadine... Certain teachers just have a way, don’t they? I teach myself nowadays and there’s nothing I love more than making my pupils laugh. Granted its mostly cos’ I’m a big fat clown myself but also because its so much more fun to learn whilst you’re laughing. Those were the inspirational teachers to me... the ones that made me smile. Some really didn’t have a clue... They seemed unhappy, stressed and totally unsuitable to their jobs. We did once make a cover teacher run out of the school in tears during a German class... we were so cruel to her, I bet she never taught again the poor thing. Seriously though love... don’t teach secondary school kids in Alfreton for a start. I don’t want this to seem like we were all St Trinian’s or something... we weren't. I think we all just knew who deserved our respect and who didn’t. If teachers respect pupils, they get respect back. I’m listening to ‘Come Here Boy’ Live at the iTunes festival in 07 - Imogen Heap. One of my faves. Class act is t’old Miss Heap... I digress AGAIN... Where was I..?? AH! Its my big sister Bellie’s first wedding anniversary on Saturday :] I CANNOT believe its been an entire year since your wedding day Loubelle... how time goes flying by eh? I just had a mental picture of clocks with wings zooming past my window - everyday stuff that. Ooh. A little bit of sadness came upon me suddenly... I think I began to remember how much things have changed in my life in the past few months... However... EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON. Yes, I know I say this a stupid amount of times each day and yes, I know I keep saying ‘I think I’m psychic’ (which incidentally, I really think I could be...) but honestly, I feel happier inside... Like there’s a little tiny campfire fire in my belly with people sitting around it toasting marshmallows and singing... or like the burn when you down too many shots of Jaegermeister... well, or something like that... Bellie... your wedding day was beautiful and I’ll never forget reading Crim’s poem to you the night before you got married and having a fruit picnic and playing on the swings... I hope my wedding day will be as beautiful as yours and I’ll be marrying the true love of my life, just like you and Phil are perfect for each other :] I love you guys so much and I want to make sure my children know just how lucky they are to have Brothers and Sisters... God. I sound JUST like my Mum. Today I know a couple who have just had a beautiful baby boy and at the same time, I know someone attending his Nana’s funeral... its true that when God closes a door, somewhere he opens a window. Morbid yes, but I think about death a lot. Or maybe its the opposite and I just think about my life a lot? Maybe I just think.... A LOT. The Rosie cat is sitting on the sofa curled up asleep with her eyes rolled back into her head. I wonder if my face looks like hers when I’m asleep? Obviously minus the whiskers and fur... I might film myself asleep and see what I do when I’m dreaming. My cat kicks her legs about and twitches. Ooh, a short interlude, the engineer just rang the doorbell. At least I’m assuming its him and not someone trying to sell me Avon... I think I need new lipstick actually... or maybe some cheap-smelling perfume I’ll never use... Oh shit, he’s still waiting at the door.... Honey, I’m home! Mr BT engineer arrived at 12.59. Yes, they tell you it will be between 8am and 1pm so you have to wait in all day and its ALWAYS at 12:59 that they arrive. He’s still here... drilling through my wall so we can have internet access which he’s told us we can’t have today anyway because Plus Net haven’t sent us our Modem or cables or passwords or generally anything!!! Sheesh. On the plus side, (get it... PLUS NET?! Hahaha... ahem... no then...) He’s lovely. From Liverpool :] I have been feeding him tea and chocolate cake and gossiping with him for a while now. I think he thought I was a bit needy or had that disease where you seek attention all the time like my friends old flatmate. Soooooooo... I’ve left him to get on with it and popped back in here to write more of this... For all you Southerners, Us Northerners are compelled to fill people up with things and chatter endlessly, usually about crap. We have some kind of magnetism to talking and tea. He only moved here last week and I bet nobody in London offers him tea you know... His face practically exploded when I offered him a cuppa, the poor sod. His hands are all leather-like and dusty like my grandpas when he’s been down in his shed doing his carpentry... workman's hands. Hopefully he’ll be on his way soon and I can go food shopping - another compelling joy in life. Kiki Mushka is coming over for dinner tonight and I have a busy weekend with friends to look forward to :] Cinema, reunions and Felted Finger Puppet making... You know what, don’t ask :] In short, if you’re a girl who likes making stuff or crafting, painting generally getting messy, eating chocolate, crisps and cake and drinking... I was going to say tea but its mostly alcohol... well then you should join our WI group. [Women Interfering!!] Thereafter I have a lot of rehearsals starting so its go go go... this is now becoming more like a diary as I write more and more which isn’t AT ALL fetch. Countdown is on now... or ‘Caantdaan’ as my Mum would say :) Heehee. Love you Mimmi xx I must say its strangely addictive and one of the only programmes of its kind to survive so long on our television screens. Delia Smith is a guest on the show... it seems my dreams are coming true with every minute...... I did first write that sarcastically but I actually think I’ve changed my mind. I’ve just started watching Cold Feet, leant to me by Bee... I’ve already watched 3 episodes in one afternoon - this is a disaster!!! Its brilliant and I know guys, we will end up exactly like this group of friends, minus the cheating on our husbands and having other people’s babies... ;) Someone I know asked me why I do a blog... the truth is... I don’t really know... :) I don’t do it because other people do and I therefore think I should do one too... Its more because I can talk for Great Britain and so, to try and keep myself from talking for Great Britain to trees or cars or generally anything... I write my brain things in a blog. I said to the person that asked that its because I want to get out all the stuff floating around in my head... I suppose it is really. That and because it IS a little bit like a little catalogue of life. I want to be able to look back in years to come and chuckle at what I wrote. That and I’d like to try and think that it represents ‘me’ in general. My kids can read it if I end up having any... which I pray to God I will... I’d have six if I could afford it. I hope one day they can read this and get a picture of the person their Mother was in her 20’s. Apart from being a complete yellow, Hippo, Marmite and Disney loving lunatic, she was happy. My Nana Rosie writes in her diary every day and has done for years. I know when the day comes I actually read that, it will be a sad one, but I’ll be so grateful that I CAN read it. I think technology has been developed for us to use, right? So for now... I’ll continue to write my little blog of aimless waffling and assume that if you’re reading this you’re either my friend and know most of this about me anyway, you’re nosey, or now, slightly fear for your life... On another note and to close, I found my old leaving book from secondary school :] Carly Robinson drew the illustrations on the front for me back in the day (cheers chuck) and below are a few things written about me as a 16 year old.. funny how many of them are still true, not true, have already happened or are hilariously wrong!!!! Actually, thinking about this... there were always a few characters from school that stood out for me and Carly, you were one of them... Certain people have infectious souls and even though your lives move in totally different directions, I thank the likes of Facebook for letting us still see the photos and random statuses of the personalities we loved at school that have only blossomed with age (in some cases!) I have kept the entries anon but you may find yours in there somewhere if you wrote in my leaving book once upon a time.... Mine is first. No spelling or grammar has been corrected. Well, because they’re all beautiful as they are. We were all 15 once... To close in my characteristically (well, sometimes, depending upon my mood) cheesy way... Be positive and always stay true to yourself. You are an important thing in your life. You make your own rules. Your own choices. Follow your dreams and listen to your heart. You are special and unique... Do it, no matter what it costs. Now go and search ‘Just Around the Riverbend, Pocahontas’ on YouTube... [LYA] :) ._-=/([...KIMBO BLAKE...])\=-_. Kim’s Leavin’ Book 99 to 04 “Hiya everyone!! Well, after 5 long years, I am bidding u all farewell! I wish everything to work out for u all and I wish you all the best in life. I hope everyone acomplishes all they set their hearts to do. I will miss everyone so much, I’v known alot of amazing people - all being funny, smart, kind & caring. I know I will see u all again. Never stop dreaming, because wishes do come true. Always say ‘Hi’ and never 4get the good times. GOOD LUCK. Missin u already, love Kim. xxxxxx” “CHEESEY ESSAY! Kimmy Bob, I know I will probably cause hassle by writing nice things about you, but I’m going to anyway because you deserve it. I have appreciated you so much Kim throughout the past 5 years. You have always been there for me, when I’ve been down or alone, you’ve always taken the time to say a cheesey joke and change my miserable frown to a smile. Now I’m going to get serious!! Haha, if I can make somebody a TENTH as happy as what Ste makes you, and vice versa, when I am older, I will be a very talented and gifted man. You really have got to promise me you will never EVER change, you are so strong minded and assertive you will go SOOO far. You have so much potential in life, and you will do whatever you put your mind to, please don’t waste it. I’m getting soppy so I’ll stop, (I do this in everybody’s leaving book)! Please stay in touch, you know my number, let’s not turn into your Mum so you better say HELLO to me in the streets, God luck and all the best wishes in the world (you wont need it)... (Your Geog buddy and Sonny LaTierri)” “Hey Kim (Witchwoman) So this is our Last every year together, I’ve known you for so long it will be hard to imagine Life without you. I just know you will do well in Sixth-Forme and Anything you do after that! I know you will do well because your beautiful, smart and funny and don’t Let any1 every tell you different! I’ll miss you so much so, I hope I see you again. Don’t forget me So to help you along here’s my mob num. All the luck in the World.” “Hey Kim. We’re leaving and I can’ wait but I will miss my friends and you are one of them. I wish you all the best in life and with your swi. singing. Sorry about the mistake LOL. Good luck and live life to the limit! Thanx for being a great m8. Call me wheneva.” “Yo Kimbob, we’ve had sum gud laughs together and the time is here to say goodbye. Gud luck in ya exams and in 6th form. Gunna miss ya! Keep in touch. Loadsa luv. Me mam wud love to see you again. xxx” “Kiiiiim, kim kim kim kim. What can I say?....... I’m asking you, what can I say, I haven’t got a clue what to write. Erm............ You’re very nice............ your hair is quite fuzzy.............. hmmmm, I’ve said you’re nice Haven’t I. Here’s a picture for you to remember me by... I realise this is Matt, but I can’t draw anything else. GOOD LUCK. P.S. When your on Pop Idol, give us a wave!! REMEMBER WAVE!” “Kim. Good luck in the future. Hope you find your ideal job. Oh and S loves you lots and lots and lots e.t.c. if he starts stalking you tell me and J we’ll sort him out.” “Hello there... Hmmmm, lets see... who’s book is this, I’ve signed so many of these, just a moment, I’ll have a look.......................... KIM! Have a fun life.” “Hi Kim. We had a long 4 years at Morts and it’s finally come to an end. I hope you get all you want in life and hope you and Ste stay together. I’ll invite you to my wedding But theres 2 parts to it. One in Turkey then one (party) over here. Come to both if you can. Good luck for everything.” “Hay Kimberly-bob! Drop dead fred did it!!! Wow the drop dead fred era was so much fun! You’ve been one of my favourite friends even if we had our y7 ups & downs. You’ve always made me laugh, best of luck with everything, especially singing you’re bloody amazing! Lotsa Love! (Wassup Wi Yow!!)” “Hello darling! Mates since, god must have been Woodbridge iv known you so long! P.G.L. when you went out with Moler and brownies with sian. your a great gal. You’l go far. I don’t hope that, I know you will! (Kill Connoly!) Love u.” “Hey kimbob square pants. Its been a good few years hasn’t it. We have had some good laughs. I hope that you get everything you want in life. Ya never know, I might come for a few singing lessons. I need em! Make sure you never forget me cause I wont forget you! Talk to me whenever you see me wont you! Never change, Your great. keep cool. xxxx” “Hey kim!!! You’ve been really nice to me and I appreciate it. I hope you have all that you wish for because you deserve it. You are one person that I will never forget because you have made me feel comfortable not only in a new school but in a new country as well. Thanks again and I wish you all the best in your exams. You’re dead clever anyway I know you’ll pass. Keep smiling.” “Key kim. I cant say I know you that well but I hope get everything in life. I hope you get married to Ste as you both suit each other. (You’ll probly split up later lol) And I cant wait to see you on TOTP’s! Good luck.” “Hiya sweetie. Firstly, thank-you So much for the lovely message you wrote in my book, I too wish you all the luck in the world for achieving your dreams, please never give up on them (NEVER!) I think you have one of the loveliest voices I have every heard and I want to be seeing you on T.V. very soon. I also really love all your different coats too. (Sad I know) but I like your style! Take care of yourself and I hope you live a long and healthy life. Never look back. I will miss you.” “or8 Kim its A. I know we haven’t spoken recently, but I will somehow manage to keep in touch wiv you can you remember when you dumped me on VALENTINES DAY. Anyway gonna miss ya.” ._-=/([...DREAM BIG...])\=-_.
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