Stinging pits.

While showering I scratch an itch.
Unfortunately the itch is located under my arm pits (both).
A short while later deodorant is applied.
The pain almost makes me cry.
Don`t try this at home folks.

Miracle of Life.

You may have already seen this.

Bloggety blog.

I`ve just started reading Belle de Jour The Intimate Adventures of a London Call Girl.
For anyone not yet in the know, it`s a book based on the contents of a blog.
It makes interesting reading.

I`ve tried linking it. I`m not sure what the internet etiquette is regarding links, so here`s hoping access isn`t denied.

Dining out with friends.

This evening J and I met with 6 of our friends.
J was thoroughly spoilt being the only young man.
We ate lots of garlic, cheese and pasta.
It was lovely to see the out-of-towners who`d traveled from afar to be with us.
One of our party had maybe just a little too much of the vino.
I`ll bet good money that the little men with the big drums will be pounding inside her head tomorrow morning.
There were a few times I had to raise a brow as the `f` and `b` words were used within earshot of my 10 year old.
It was though pretty harmless. While I prefer J not to hear such language it`s just not possible to protect him from it 24/7. I think he`s sensible enough to know what is/isn`t appropriate for him to repeat.
And if he forgets, i`ll be there to remind him.
J was a very good boy and really didn`t complain too much, even when tired and somewhat bored of all the adult company
I`m a very proud Mum.

Two friends K and H look more and more alike each time I see them.
Now that K is sporting a slinky European bob, the resemblance is even more striking.
It`s a common lesbian phenomena that partners look more and more alike.

With N I discuss the merits of blogging..
and of how it`s a bit like leaving a series of lasting memories.


A lovely friend S, who almost 2 years ago passed away quite unexpectedly.
S was just 30.
She`d lived with cystic fibrosis all her life.
All who attended her funeral were sent a daffodil bulb to plant in S`s memory.
This was a really lovely touch and for me, ensured that in some way or another S lives on.
During her life S did a lot of writing, much of which can be found on the internet.
For this, i`m very grateful.
It`s of much comfort to be able to read her words, even so long after they were written, and keeps my memory and connection to S alive.

Looking through my old school books I come across a limerick written when I was about 11 years old.

The once was a boy called James.
Who had incredible aims,
He wanted to travel,
Around the world in a barrel,
But he only got as far as Kempston Hardwick.

There`s a vague memory floating around that a teacher advised me to use the Kempston Hardwick ending when I desperately wanted to use a word that rhymed.

When is a bob not a bob?

I`m growing my hair.
Having had short hair for the last 5 or 6 years, this is a major event.
Intending to grow it chin length, or thereabouts.
Several people have referred to the hairstyle known as a bob.
Some* even go that one step further and label it an Egyptian bob.

It`s not that I have any objection to the bob in general.
It`s nothing personal.
But I just don`t want to be known as Kiera with the bob.

So even though it may look like a bob, we`re not referring to it as such.

I`d appreciate your cooperation on this matter.

*Hoofie in particular.

Long lunch.

Today I shared a lunch of pizza, pasta and salad with my old boss, Lovely P. He treated me to a very interesting story of being asked to leave a popular restaurant. Now for those of you who don`t know Lovely P, he`s the epitomy of placid good manners. It`s ironic that he should be turfed out for being abusive, especially when all they were doing was complaining about the rubbish service.
I`d very much like to name and shame the restaurant on here, but am a bit scared about the laws regarding slander.

It was good to catch up with the gossip about who`s doing what and with whom.
Sometimes I miss verbal jousting with The Team and have very fond memories of working in this particular environment.
But it`s also good to be doing something different.

Club shit and other stuff.

What is it about nightclubs and playing crap music?
Give me a bit of cheese anyday, and i`ll dance all night.

My cd collection isn`t really very cool.
Contained among it are cd`s by:

• Celine Dion
• Eva Cassidy
• Alice Martineau
• Sting
• Bon Jovi
• The Beautiful South
• Enya
• Madonna
• Train
• Various classical artists
• Elton John
• Diana Ross
• Michael Jackson

I won`t go on.

As part of the course, in a group we`re having to work on a dance.
Our assessment is next week and we need to rehearse. It can be problematic arranging to get together around everyone`s timetable.
I also have childcare to consider, and the logisitics of a child who goes to school a 50 minute drive away when the traffic`s busy.
I thank my very lucky stars R ( J`s dad) is being flexible and supportive.
Otherwise I don`t know how i`d do it.
So thanks goes to R.

Speaking with another student today.
Neither of us really consider ourselves strong dancers.
Apparantly another of the not-so-strong dancers has been having problems with the group she`s working with.
They`re all proficient in dance, and aren`t being too tolerant of those less so.
It seems very childish.
It`s interesting that even though the majority of the people enrolled on the course wish to go into teaching, and yet intolerance of those not so able is displayed.
If any of the dancers in my group acted like that i`m not sure how i'd react.
But putting up with it wouldn`t be an option.

So far today I have:

• attended a funeral. God Bless Jim.
• missed a lecture in favour of rehearsals.
• sent 7 text messages.
• spoken to a nice lady from the local council.
• swirled around like a loon in the guise of dance.
• been for a lovely walk with my dog in the beautiful weather.
• read 17 pages of my book.

Official blog branding.

The brief was: turquoise and stars.
The blog logo courtesy of SN. It`s an original apparantly.
Isn`t it lovely.
Thanks SN.

The Touchy Manc.

Once upon a time, many moons ago,
A text conversation between two ladies did flow,
One was named the Bint of somewhere down south,
The other a mancunian, the words shot out of her mouth.
So in retalliation the bint replied,
The Touchy Manc is by what you`ll be known when you cross the north-south divide.

De-cluttering the gallery.

Scrolling through the picture gallery on my very modern mobile phone.
I`m struck by the number of obscure pictures.
Being of the never wanting to throw anything away ilk, I have decided to publish them here.
Only then can they be deleted from my phone.

Put your drink down before watching this.

The Honeymooners.

Welcome back to H and P.

The honeymooners spent the last few weeks sunning their way into married life.

Wishing them lots of love and luck for their future.

Just one word.

An email arrives from my Mum.
It`s a forward saying...

Describe me in ONE WORD - use just one word that best encompasses how you see me! Send it to me only, then send this message to your friends and see how many strange things people say about you! Do Reply! This might be enlightening.

One word to describe my mother. Is it possible?
Unable to settle on just the one word I send her several replies of one word answers, including:

active
spontaneous
bossy
fiery


She is Aries, you understand.

Sex kitten.

Chatting online with a lovely woman I used to work with.
She deserves a mention here for being the biggest sex kitten I know.
Men absolutely love her.
It`s sad really.
They become quite pathetic in their attempts to ensnare her.
I`ve always likened her charms to a girl next door. Gone wrong.
All the fresh faced appeal of a good wholesome girl with just enough naughtiness to make her interesting.
She`s currently young, free and single.
If anyone considers themselves a worthy match, leave your details and i`ll pass them on.

Things I like.

These are all pretty self explanatory. The picture above and to the right is of a stocking J (my son) made at school several years ago. Written on the front is My Christmas Wish is Happiness.

Pisces wannabe and trampolining.

I have a friend.
Born under the sign of sagittarius.
Yet, she`s masquerading as a piscean.
I couldn`t just sit back and say nothing.
I hope our friendship will survive this test.
I take starsigns very seriously.

Today was spent in lectures and then watching my son trampolining.
I know: such a full life.

Rated your teacher?

My brother is a secondary school science teacher.

This evening we visited www.ratemyteachers.co.uk and have rated him.
In order to make the comments authentic grammar was abandoned and text speak used.

The X Factor.

Does anybody else watch this?
I`m totally hooked.
Or maybe it`s the lovely Sharon that`s keeping my attention.
It has to be said, she is lovely.
The combination of maternal concern with a sprinkling of the divaesque.

Not nice.

Another friend has kindly sent a link for the x-ray images of someone who rather unfortunately has a dildo stuck up their bottom.

I`m not going to post it on here.

Just for the hell of it.

More cheek.

Clearly some of the people i`m lucky enough to call friends have way too much time on their hands.
Minutes after posting the last pic titled Sunset from Space a text arrives on my phone to ask if the spaceship`s heading to planet cuckoo.
Someone`s idea of humour, no doubt.

The cheek of it.

The very first time I use a link thing on this site, only to be unceremoniously blocked by the site i`m linking to.

So for the next trick, I plan to upload a picture and see if it`ll arrive where instructed.
It`s titled Sunset from Space.

It`s been a busy week.
My first formal assessment takes place in 2 short weeks : a style study (dance) in the style of Isadora Duncan.
Can`t wait.

You can`t bottle it.

Today a very considerate friend directed me towards the loveliness of Sarah Shahi.
For those of you unfamiliar with this lady I suggest you google her.
I will try to post a pic but there`s no guarantees.

My brother is a great mimick.
He really makes me laugh.
He is also very camp when he slips into the role of whoever he`s taking the piss out of.
I don`t think he realises.
Maybe it`s this rather than the impressions that`s so funny.
In a rather conceited fashion he states you can`t bottle my magic.


Very tired so am off to bed.

Out of the frying pan.

Today was a day of no lectures.
Instead I spent it at the secondary school I used to work at to earn a few pennies to add to the university fund.
It was a good day.
The kids were nice.
Some even remembered me.
And a few almost looked pleased to see me.
A slight frustration when it came to visiting the finance office to organise getting paid.
I`m not sure which finishing school the lovely lady working there went to.
But she couldn`t be described as either polite nor helpful.
Just as well i`m there to work with the students.
At least from them a certain degree of rudeness is to be expected.
Sad but true.

When my son arrived at school today he realised it was a mufty or non-uniform day.
He`s in full school uniform.
We live a 40 minute drive from school.
Fortunately his dad saved the day and zoomed to the nearest shop and picked up some appropriate attire.

We Do Have Bread.

A few friends visited my home.
We`d been out dancing and decided to order a take-away.
Our order of unhealthy burgers and chips arrived.
Unfortunately some of our burgers were presented without the top of the bun.
Not feeling very impressed I rang the fast food outlet.
In trying to explain the problem of top-less burgers, I happened to mention we do have bread.
I was thinking we could use slices of white to top the burger.
Some of my friends were listening to this conversation and found it much to their amusement.
I think they even composed and performed a little song about it.
Seems a shame for such a raw talent to go to waste.
So if there are any record producers reading who`d like to post a reply.
I`ll pass on your details.

It reminds her of me, she says.

Does anyone use msn?
Have you downloaded the latest version?
If so, you`ll have winks.
There`s one titled Laugh. It`s of a lady laying on her back, wearing a very short skirt and bright lipstick, cackling away as if she has a python in her pants.
Apparantly this reminds a friend of me.
Is it a compliment?
Try your winks and get back to me.

The Days Happenings.

Today the fun really started.
Listening to a lecturer who performed not unlike a stand-up comic.
Remembering how last year he`d referred to a large organisation on government inspectors as nazi-like, and then had to deal with a complaint from a student.
He may not be P.C. But he sure as hell amused me.

Later on it was a though we`d been propelled 20 years back in time and were all back at school.
This particular lecturer was a force to be reckoned with.
She explained how students were to remain absolutely silent when the lecturer was speaking and went on to highlight the major differences between being at school and at university.
She had a slightly stern, school ma`m-ish quality about her.
Then she drew our attention to the reading list for the year.
It`s 6 pages long.

Disappearing Posts!

Bloody hell! I`ve already written this once and then carelessly managed to lose it.

Today I picked up my timetable.
I feel blessed as it fits in very smoothly around my existing childcare arrangements.

This afternoon found me in an acting class.
I really enjoyed it even with the giggling and continual chatting from some other students.
This is where it becomes very apparant to me that actually I really am soo much older.
I was *probably/definitely/likely to have been, just the same at 18.
It`s still annoying.

I spoke to my brother on the phone today.
He`s just started work as a science teacher at a secondary school not too far away.
The relationship we share is very typical of the older sister-younger brother scenario.
More about Him another time.
I guarantee he`ll provide lots of blog material.

*delete as applicable

Spotty Furniture.

I have a friend.
She doesn`t get out much.
Yesterday she informed me of a particularly hideous piece of furniture she`s bought because it`s just the right shape.
She`s thinking of painting it white with spots on.
I`m not sure it`ll be an improvement.

Outed at the Sleep Over.

Today I managed to `out`myself as a blog writer.
It wasn`t intentional. It just happened whilst trying to play a little bit of a joke on a friend.
Clearly there`s a lesson. Maybe not a Life Lesson, but a lesson nonetheless.

My son had a friend to sleep over last night. Although `sleep over` may not be the most accurate term.
Playing the PS2 and laughing about things only 10 and 11 year old boys find funny, late into the night was the reality.

Tomorrow is the first day of formal lectures. I intend to get the full quota of beauty sleep and apply moisturiser that promises to return that youthful glow.
It may not work but at least i`ll feel better about joining the rest of the youth i`m to study alongside.

Big Bubs.

Well, today began with dropping my son and heir off to football training. At 10 years old, he loves getting muddy of a Saturday morning.
After waving him off I set to town in order to buy some clothing for jumping around and rolling on the floor in. It`s for uni, you understand.
So, after acquiring a few loose fitting items I happen upon the lingerie section of a large High Street store.
Sports bra`s are the name of the game.
Now, i`m a busty girl who loves her underwear.
Joanna is attending to my needs today. She`s very patient and informative.
After trying on a menagerie of under garments, it appears that this large, High St. store doesn`t actually have any in my particular size, which is a rather voluptuous 38 FF.
A rather sharp intake of breath is customary about now.

So what`s a busty-blog-writer to do?
The World Wide Web is my answer.
Can I draw your attention to www.bravissimo.com.