My imaginary friends
Big Bird: Well, I’m not really leaving. I’m just going away.
Mr. Snuffleupagus: Oh.
Big Bird: Besides, as soon as I get to Ocean View, you can come and visit.
Mr. Snuffleupagus: I can?
Big Bird: First thing, ol’ pal. I wouldn’t go if you couldn’t come and visit.
(Sesame Street Presents: Follow that Bird (1985))
For a freakishly oversized, acid yellow-feathered fowl of uncertain gender who randomly bursts into song while riding a unicycle with his imaginary friend, Big Bird really is a likeable dude. Which is probably why his imaginary friend, Mr Snuffleupagus, refers to him as his best friend. I would too.
Since Mr Snuffleupagus first appeared on Sesame Street in 1971 (season 3), all of Big Bird’s “real people” friends tried to convince him that Snuffles was a figment of his imagination and that he should forget about him. He didn’t matter … because he wasn’t real.
Interestingly, the same has sometimes been said of the friends we make in cyberspace over Facebook, Twitter or through blogging networks. They are not “real friends”. They only exist in our heads. So they don’t really count.
For I Know The Plans I Have For You….
The reality of not being at work whilst I ‘harmonise my life’ is starting to set in. On one hand I am having an amazing time exploring my creativity, spending time with my family & friends & generally just getting my life in order. On the other hand the world does not slow down just because I have chosen to. My master financial plan is slowly coming undone and things that I thought were going to be taken care of, began looking less likely.
What’s in a name – and why I’m not really looking forward to Christmas
One of the reasons I started to blog was because I wanted to make people aware of what living with Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, Platelet function defects and everything that comes with them is like. I’ve had an idea for this post brewing for almost as long as I’ve been blogging, so as my penultimate NaBloPoMo post, here goes…
My first blog post
Ah I remember when this was all fields…
Nostalgia is a great thing and that’s why I’m whacking up a linky list for the next 7 days for ‘My First Blog Post’.
Remember when you ventured out and out yourself out in cyber space the first time, popped your blogging cherry?
I recall it only too well. I was mooching through old posts today and found my first ever blog post. First posts are often the vital ‘introduction’ to your blog, who you are and what you are about and yet they rarely get read.
So this week at some point why not have a ‘day off ‘ blogging and re-post your virgin blog post for all to read, swing back here and link up – I’d love to take a peek at your ‘first words’ !
High Frequency Words Learning Game
To commemorate over 1000 tweets and 250 followers on Twitter (wow!) I wanted to give something away. A physical something was never going to be an option, so I am sharing something I made for Mighty Girl’s “homework”.
What does blogging mean to you?
I was lying in bed thinking about how I’m not tired at 4.20am, but how I will be if I’m still in bed at 6.00am, when the sheet under me will have developed adhesive qualities and the mattress will claim me for its own. I was also thinking about blogging and what it means to me.
He ran away
Last Thursday, as I was getting the girl in the car to go to the childminder, the boy ran away. Usually, he climbs into his car seat and waits whilst I get his sister into the car. He has ambled to near the end of the road before, but has always come back. So I didn’t really react, I assumed he’d come back. But he didn’t. I couldn’t see him, so without thinking, I left the girl in the car with the doors wide open and ran to near the end of the road.
He wasn’t there.
Shitty Ex-Husband – My First Blog Post
The term ‘Single Mum’ conjures up such images as a young girl with offspring, sometimes of various parenthood, broke and scrounging off the State, but this is also unfair.
It was never meant to be this way. Some of us were married to the father(s) of our children, even before we were pregnant! And the marriage broke down and we were left lumbered with the demands of our Darling Angels alone.
Plus the demands of a shitty ex – husband.
Girl’s best friend or just strange?
She keeps picking up her toys and even the dogs toys in her mouth, making Daddy throw them for her again and ‘fetching’ them.
Ok, you can giggle a little, it is quiet funny!
She can actually teach Barney a thing or two, at least when she fetches the ball she brings it back and drops it at our feet, more than Barney does.
Work ‘n Mums Feature: Emma Walker – The Mumpreneurs Mentor
Wow, I’ve had such a fantastic response to this feature, and our Mums are inspiring ladies far & wide to start up their own businesses & also motivating those running their businesses already. Thank you SO much to every-one who is participating and reading!
This week I would like to introduce you to Emma Walker – The Mumpreneurs Mentor!
Hello Emma! Could you tell us a little about yourself?
I live with my 5 year old daughter and husband in a beautiful rural location with our 2 dogs, 4 cats and 4 chickens.
I’ve been running my own business for over 6 years now and absolutely love what I do.
Top Ten Things I Love/Hate at A Gig
Me and Dean tend to go to a lot of gigs and our most recent one being Friendly Fires for his birthday. Whilst there, we had a tendency to moan more than enjoy it because of other people! And this got me thinking aboutmy pet hates when going to a gig because we realised people can be really selfish and ruin the experience for others! So, I have compiled a list of the things that really get on my wick, and also the things that make the experience all worth while!
Things I Hate:
1: Tall people standing at the front or in front of you – if your lucky enough to be 8 feet tall, then why do you need to stand near the front to see the band? Surely you can see not only them but also the lights above them plus the rest of the crowd that are below you struggling to see? Does not make any sense to me!
What things should we do before the baby arrives?
We’re now over the 30 week mark, and in the words of my mum, who texted me the other day when I mourned the sad state of my once perfect belly button, ‘go Baby C!’ One of my pregnancy iPhone apps gives a daily progress update, and ever since it went from being ten plus something weeks to nine plus something weeks left to go it seems like there’s been a subtle shift and we’re now counting down as opposed to counting up.
There’s really not long to go, and I’m equal parts thrilled and excited (mixed in with a good measure of slightly nervous anticipation, I won’t lie). But as it’s all getting quite close, I’m wondering about things we should do with this time, before the baby arrives. I’m not talking along the lines of buying blankets or painting the spare room – although we’re making good headway with our multiple to do lists – it’s more about making the most of the time to do things we won’t be able to once there’s three of us.
The Power of Women:Inspiring TinyTalk Teachers
I am thrilled and honoured (not only by the lovely bottle of bubbly now sitting in my wine rack watiting to be opened!) but because this award is voted for by the other TinyTalk teachers; my peers. That makes it really extra special.
Over the past 4 and a half years I have met some wonderful women, particularly here in the East Midlands. Some have come and gone; moved on to pastures new like our fabulous Baby Budgeting blogger Becky Goddard-Hill, and many I am still in touch with. With the development of social media over the last few years, and with many more people using it, I have been able to get to know many more TinyTalk teachers across the country.
Christmas In Our House
Anyone who follows me on Twitter will have noticed a serious amount of excitement building up in my tweets this last week.Because I’ve been building up to an exciting occasion. The arrival of the Christmas fairies.
I’ve always loved Christmas; the tree, the twinkly lights, the cosiness, the time spent with family. The general magic of the season still has the same overwhelming effect on me that it did when I was a child.
But this year I’ve been even more excited that normal, because this year I get to enjoy Christmas so much more, because I get to see it through the eyes of a child.
Last year when I was heavy with child and lovingly joked about in the school staffroom because I could portray a very accurate Mary in the nativity, I was thinking about how exciting this Christmas would be.
When The Darkness Creeps In
When the darkness creeps in.
It’s like you’re watching your life through someones elses eyes.
You don’t feel comfortable in your skin.
Your brain is telling you that you are a bad person.
That you deserve bad things.
The spark has gone.
There’s no excitement.
Nothing to look forward to.
You are smiling on the outside but not on the inside.
You don’t feel like moving.
Don’t feel like talking.
Your head hurts from thinking too much.
You’re on edge and snappy.
You feel like screaming to release the negative thoughts going round in your head.
You can’t think straight and your brain is all fuzzy…..
All I want for Christmas is…
Just recently, my family have been bugging me to send out ‘Christmas Lists’. (Actually, since October, so it’s not even that ‘recent’ in the grand scheme of Christmas things).
These are lists which circulate among family members both here in the U.K., and in New Zealand, telling them what I, the Other Half, the Wee Man and Bubby D would like for Christmas.
On the one hand, I think its a good idea, despite it being a right pain to remember to sit down and write the things – and then when I do sit down to write them finally, remembering what to put on them!