Borrowed happiness.

I have borrowed this wonderful idea from  lifeofananxiousteen , please check out her blog using the link.

Quirky things that make me smile:

1. Funny costumes.
2. A double yolker egg.
3. A Kit Kat that’s all chocolate.
4. Shapes formed in clouds.
5. Tom and Jerry cartoons.
6. One-liner jokes.
7. Automatic doors. (I feel magic)
8. When an OAP swears at Bingo.
9. Lots and lots of balloons.
10. Making hand puppet shadows.

I have lots of sentimental reasons to smile, like watching my children smile, hearing them laugh, their good health.

But this list was purely quirky stuff.

Rebellious food.

How many times, have you got in a state,

trying to chase the last pea, around your plate.

It’s rolled to a stop, you stab it fast,

then off it shoots, like a blast.

Look at your pea, now on the floor,

you no longer fancy it anymore.

Spaghetti looks good, you start to tuck in,

already you have, red sauce on your chin.

The next piece is long, it’s hung from your lips,

You suck it right up, with slurps and sips.

Twirling your fork, the suggested way,

still lets the odd strand, go wiggling astray,

You get quite messy, with spaghetti bolognese,

the stain from the sauce, will last for days.

Barbecue chicken is a lovely treat,

but eating it, is such a feat.

The sticky sauce and taste that lingers,

have covered up, all your fingers.

You lick them clean, one by one,

then lick your lips, with your tongue.

By now you’ve got in quite a mess,

food on your face and on your dress.

Here comes dessert, they all look nice,

you decide to have, a rhubarb slice.

Accompanied by custard, a scoop on top,

with your very first mouthful, you spill a drop.

You spoon some more, this time with care,

but somehow you have custard in your hair.

It’s time to give up, go back to your crib,

next time you eat out, take a baby’s bib.

Not my home.

I’m in a rage, I’m in a mood,

I need my bed and comfort food.

I’ve had enough, pushed to my limit,

I’m gonna’ snap, any minute.

Everyday, my house’s abused,

a meeting point and over used.

Ring of the bell, knock at the door,

I cannot take it anymore.

I just can’t get some privacy,

time alone, for just me.

In my room, I try to hide,

someone calls me from out side.

In the bathroom, door locked shut,

“Mum, where are you?” I hear them tut.

In-laws, kids-friends, roam around free,

It seems the world, has my door key.

I turn around and someone’s there,

the cheek of it, how they dare.

I have no place of my own,

in this house, that was a home.

The only time, there’s not a peep,

is in the night, when they’re asleep.

I’m now nocturnal, to get some peace,

but this lack of sleep, will have to cease.

Become a Hero.

Today I donated something bright red,

not from my purse, but my arm that bled.

An hour of my time, a blood filled pouch,

It doesn’t hurt, I didn’t say ouch.

The nurses are kind, they pour you a tea,

they even offered a biscuit to me.

I relaxed in the chair, the needle went in,

my donation of blood, was about to begin.

All I done, was sat back and felt calm,

knowing 3 people, could be saved by my arm.

More could donate, but choose not to give,

if only they knew, they could help someone live?

A LOVING blog to EVERYONE.

(This is one of the photos, of items that I packed in a rucksack for the homeless at Christmas.)

I would like to tell you about an amazing idea that was started by a single kind hearted person.

THE RUCKSACK PROJECT.

http://www.rucksackproject.org/index.htm

Last Christmas, with the help of my family, we took part in a non-profit charity event.

The idea is, you fill an old Rucksack with items to help the homeless at winter/ Christmas. Items like: Gloves, Scarfs, Hats, packet food, tinned food, toothbrush(new), coat, pen and paper, old sleeping bag or blanket, shoes.

You don’t have to put all this items in, they are just suggestions. Some even put packets of dog treats as many homeless people befriend and look out for stray dogs.

My last donation, I managed to produce 6 Rucksacks to donate, plus a large bag of extra items that family were still giving me to pass on!!! (As I have done this a few years now, I have also started adding; a Christmas cracker, small Chocolate treat and a card with a small message of hope)

The website gets updated with your nearest homeless shelter drop off point.

I just wanted to share this information to spread the word and incase any of you would like to take part.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THIS POST TO THE END. xx xx xx💖💖😀

Yikes !

Tomorrow, will be my last day at my current job.  Not surprisingly, I have both good and bad memories from the past 10 years there.

My resignation letter, I handed discretely to the Headteacher and asked him to keep it to “those who needed to know’ rather than common knowledge.

Unfortunately, people love to gossip, now pretty much everyone knows. I’m now worried, because previous staff that have left, have been called to the front of the assembly hall and given flowers or a card.

There is no way, I will be able to stand up there without sweating, over-breathing and feeling sick/dizzy.

My plan is to sneak off just after lunch, before the assembly begins.

Challenge accepted ! ☺

Firstly, thank you to everywordyousay for setting me this challenge.

Here are the rules:

List 10 things you love.

1. My children, 4 well mannered, caring lads.
2. My parents, who love me no matter what.
3. My older sister, who gives me a kick up the bum, when I need one. Lol
4. Mc brain’s Faggots, used to eat them with my grandad all the time.
5. Marvel & DC Superheroes, brave and strong.
6. Garden peas, can eat bowls and bowls of them.
7. The word ‘shenanigans’ makes me giggle.
8. Horror movies, an excuse to curl up on the sofa with popcorn.
9. Blogging/friendship, both have picked me up, from a dangerous, rock bottom.
10. My rabbit “Lex Luthor”, so tame and affectionate. (Not evil at all, lol)

List 10 things you hate.

1. Crowds, I feel like I’m suffocating and can’t breathe.
2. My birthday, the attention of people looking at me, makes me panic.
3. Noise, when there is too much noise going on all at once, the pressure builds up.
4. Arguments, seeing people get tense and angry makes me feel scared and unsafe.
5. Coleslaw, no idea why, but I cringe if I touch it.
6. Things out of place, I have to keep my things in an exact order.
7. Over opinionated people, who won’t back down and shout in your face.
8. That some people don’t have homes and have to live on the street
9. That some people don’t have family and have to cope alone.
10. That I can’t solve every problem.

I now nominate:

1. Smilebe4tears
2. Tessa
3. thepersistentplatypus
4. jennymarie4

Happy Hour.

Oh chocolate bar, my gorgeous friend,

It’s only you, I can depend.

Alcohol just brings me down,

splits my head and makes me frown.

But Cadbury’s always sorts me out,

when I have my chocolate bout.

Kit Kat, Snickers, Malteasers too,

I just can’t get enough of you.

When meds don’t work, I sink real low,

I reach for my emergency ‘last Rolo’.

Mars bar darling, last but not least,

you complete my chocolate, midnight feast.

I cram in another, a Cadbury’s Flake,

Ouch ! Now my belly really aches.