The L Word.

Being so completely behind the times.
I'd not really appreciated what a stonkingly good show this is.
Well now i'm converted.
Yay!

Hoofie Meets The Hair Bear Bunch

Can I just ask why you're dressed like that....

We're Welsh and here for the Bear Bash...

Is that a football or rugby thing..?

No, it's a Hairy Gay Man Thing!





Of course. How silly of me.

Angel Of The North.

This weekend has involved:

• men in quilts
• noticing the blossom
• the cut of the gib
• listening to houses
• corking apples

You would be forgiven for mistaking the above for nonsense.

Of course it was just I, trying to get the words out faster than the mouth would allow.

Anyhow, had a most fun time with Hoofie, who had arranged for us to meet up with random posters on the KT Tunstall forum. Only one showed, however.

Frankly it's all good.

Manchester rocks, and Sheffield isn't bad either.

The Miracle Of Technology.

Let me welcome baby Jack into our world.
He was born today, to proud parents D and M, and big sister E.
A picture of the little fella was sent via text message to my inbox and announced his arrival.
I would post a pic here but am sure there are laws with regard to posting pictures of other people's children on the internet.
So you'll just have to take my word for it when I tell you how cute he is!

Ladies!

Do you like a challenge?

If you're game sign up for the Hydro Active Women's Challenge taking place on the 3rd September 2006.

It costs just 15 English pounds to enter, 5 of which will be donated to a charity of your choice.
You're then free to raise more through sponsorship.
But there's no pressure.
I think it'll be a great day and have signed up to the London event.

For some more info. on other's who are taking part take a look here:

http://pinkandsmileyhydroactive.blogspot.com/

Glorious Tipsyness.

Thank the Goddess for EMT's.
That's Emergency Medical Technician for anyone not in the loop.
Lovely C has just passed her final assessment thingy and now is a fully qualified one of these.
So if you get sick round our way, you're a lucky bunny.

Been out for celebratory drinks:

• WKD ~ The blue one.
• WKD ~ The red one.
• Strawberry milkshake flavoured shot.
• Baileys with ice.

Also bumped into a lad I used to be at school with. He's since fallen in with the wrong crowd, to put it mildly. But was still charming enough to comment on how beautiful I looked!!!!!! Aswell as how it'd made his f****** life!!

Probably out of his face on class A's, but it's the thought that counts.

The Wandering Scribe.

This is an interesting blog about a woman living in her car.
It's an absorbing read.

Planning For The Future.

Today my thoughts have turned to funeral plans.
More specifically some of the music i'd like to have played when the time comes.
Don't get me wrong, i've no plans to clock out early!
The chosen songs are:

• Dear Jessie ~ Madonna
• Songbird ~ Eva Cassidy
• I Know You By Heart ~ Eva Cassidy
• Mary's Prayer ~ Danny Wilson
• Seek Ye First ~ Random Hymn
• Fly ~ Celine Dion

There are several reasons why i'd particularly like these songs: some nostalgic, some more meaningful.

I also feel more comfortable with the idea of being cremated and having some sort of send-off in a firework!

The most important thing though, is to have somewhere which is marked, where people can reflect, lay flowers or whatever...should they want to! This is so important to me because after a lovely friend C died some years ago, there was no defined place to lay flowers or just go and think about her.

Of course I know I can remember her anywhere, but I am a person who finds it helpful to have a place to go and reflect. So for this reason, it's important for me.

Right, now i'm off to bed.

Sleep well folks! x

A Conversation.

May I ask you Kiera, the reason you set up your blog?

Just felt like it...and as a record of the whole mature studenting life changing event.

Good idea...is it life changing?
I found uni more liver changing!

Well mature studenting is to a point, certainly a change from full time work...I think my liver's ok..

Mine's still recovering...still at least i've got something to show for my four years...that and a string of highly unsuitable girlfriends. Shame you weren't one of them!

hmmm...

I have a problem.
Whilst plucking rogue eyebrow-hairs,
I came across one much, much lighter than the rest.
So light, it's white.
Normally a positive, upbeat kind of person.
Am struggling to find the elusive up-side of this particular find.

Stylie Update Time*

Yesterday whilst wandering through town.
The urge to have a haircut thrust itself upon my person.
As luck would have it, at that very moment my eyes spied an empty salon.
Moments later I was plonking myself down in front of a large, impossibly clean mirror.
Explaining the goal of growing a bob-non-bob, but not using those exact words, you understand. Please see link*
Hairdresser lady starts snipping.
The approach has been to thin it within an inch of it's life.
Plan B is to keep the sides and back short whilst the top catches up.
Doing this should give me a graduated bob, apparently.
Great, that's just what I wanted.

Do You Put Avocado In Your Pesto Sauce?

Now I hate to be a bore.
But....
Tonight brother C came round for dinner.
We dined on pasta with pesto sauce and brie.
You may or may not be aware that cooking is not my favourite thing to do.
Still, a very tasty plate of nourishment.
Brother C, who was a teacher for a short time.
Quite often adopts his classroom persona when addressing his older sister, yours truely.
This evening he insisted that pesto contains avocado.
Even I know this is way off the mark.
The arguement is finally settled after looking up pesto recipes online.

Cherry Lambrini...

...is the way forward.

Egg Hunting Time Is Here.

The gloriousness of the Bank Holiday is upon us.
Is it customary to offer Easter Greetings today?
Or maybe it's Sunday.

What are your plans then?

Mine are:

• eat chocolate
• spend some time with friends
• spend some time alone
• do some decorating
• write an essay
• go to the theatre.

Happy Easter people of the blog.

xx

Click This.

One word.

Bonkers.

Whilst J was brushing his teeth this morning, my mobile phone vibrated it's way from it's resting place into the sink.
Not surprisingly, it no longer works.
So if anyone out there wants me to have their number, please text or mail it on.
Many thanks.

No Pressure.

Next year another student is hoping to arrange some dance classes.
Just. For. Fun.
No:
Assessments.
Shows.
Pressure.
Yay!
My name's at the top of the list.

The F Word.

Last night J and I went along to watch a dance production by some student's in their final year.
Was interesting to see the quality of work being produced towrds the end of the course.
The standards are high.

Having been advised the F word was used a few times, I forewarned J to expect this.
Now some might disagree with letting an 11 year old see a production knowing there would be some swearing.
My own personal opinion is that provided it's not constant, and the more adult and darker side of life isn't being portrayed too graphically, can't see any harm being done.
J enjoyed the show and laughed his way through most of it.
He's well aware that the F word isn't appropriate for him to use, and also informed me that it was actually used 4 times Mummy, not a few.
Can't say i was keeping count.

Low Flying Lecturers.

A 9am lecture.
Student attendance is rather thin on the ground.
With his nose in a book the lecturer pretends not to notice and slyly gives latecomers another 5 minutes to appear.
Lecturer is so engrossed in his book he fails to realise his flies are undone.
You're flying rather low I want to point out.
But reminding myself of the student/lecturer boundary, decide against it.
9.10am, a latecomer wanders in and suggests to another student they go for a smoke.
They both leave.
The sound of the door closing behind them startles the lowflyinglecturer from his book, and the lecture (minus two nicotine casualties) begins.

The fly is now securely zipped.

An Ensemble OF Noise.

A while ago I booked tickets for J and I to go and see Noise Ensemble: a group of musicians, particularly percussionists who leap about enthusiastically while drumming (mostly).

It was a bit late for J, who'd spent the day playing random sports at a local school.
At around 9pm his breathing became heavier and his eyes closed.
Just for a few minutes.
This ability to sleep whenever and wherever is necessary has led to him taking naps in some quite surprising places:

• out to dinner
• head down on the desk at school
• many, many car journeys

Fortunately it hasn't been an often occurance at school. Usually it's a precursor to a period of unwellness. His teacher was quite offended, stating This was a really interesting lesson!

To Die For....

Today I was sent this email.

Dear All,If I can borrow 2 minutes of your time and then ask you to forward this on to anyone who might be interested I'd be enormously grateful. Most importantly of all, I'm not after any money, just 2 minutes of time.Some of you may know that my younger brother, Oli, suffers from Cystic Fibrosis. This is a degenerative disease, which starts to go downhill particularly when sufferers reach their twenties. Oli's now 23. Last year he was given a life expectancy of 2 years by his doctor. The only thing that can extend that is a double lung transplant.I'm not going to go into detail, or harp on and spout rubbish. In 3 weeks I'm running the London Marathon. I don't want any sponsorship, or any cash. The idea is to promote National Donor Register - to which, sadly, only 22% of Brits are signed up to. Instead of sponsoring me a quid or two, all I ask is that you take 2 minutes to go to http://www.uktransplant.org.uk and sign up to the register. Then just drop me an email at timlewington@hotmail.com so I've got a way of tracking how many responses we've had. Local businesses in Milton Keynes have offered £1 for every new person who signs up to the Register, all profits going to Cystic Fibrosis. 2 minutes is all it takes, then drop me an email and forward this one to anyone else. Most of us have the luxury of not thinking about death, but for so many others, it's just around the corner whilst millions of healthy organs are wasted each year because people are not signed up. Thanks so much for your time, Tim.

Pee. Emm. Tea.

Yesterday I woke up feeling depressed.
Now I don't use that word lightly.
Yet it's the only word which springs to mind.

Just couldn't understand where it'd come from:

• the complete lack of motivation
• feeling of loneliness
• just wanting to stay in bed
• the chocolate cravings

And today I got my answer: my Period arrived.

'Nuff said, I think.

Birthday wishes to my Mum.
When I tried to get hold of her by phone earlier I was informed she was playing pool.
So long as she's enjoying herself.

Nesting.

Not me, silly.
The duck.
Spotted by J outside our local cinema.